Homegrown Fucking

Cum stains. I was looking at cum stains on the wrinkled sheets of my daughter’s bed. My fifteen-year-old daughter. I didn’t want to see them; I didn’t believe my eyes but when I touched the crusty spots, I knew what they were. Three big spots of dried semen. My heart started to thud, I got hot and light headed. I was looking at evidence that my baby wasn’t a baby anymore, she was having sex. I couldn’t pull the sheet off the bed; I just walked out and plopped my ass on my front room sofa. My baby got fucked; at least three times.

I sat alone, semi-aware of my surroundings while I thought about my discovery. I didn’t even know Delia was seeing a boy, she never acted like she was dating, she doesn’t spend any time on the phone or texting any boys, all her time was spent with her friends, girl friends. Who in hell fucked my daughter three times? Did I just discover something recent or has she been screwing for a while? Was she being careful? That was the question that finally rose to the surface of the confusion and dread I was feeling. What was Delia doing to keep from getting pregnant? Now that I found the evidence, now that I knew her secret, I would have to confront her. Maybe I was too late to save her chastity but I was determined to do what I could to keep from becoming a grandmother.

Delia was half way between fifteen and sixteen, she is my third child, I have two sons, the first was ready to leave home at nineteen, my middle child just celebrated his seventeenth birthday. I always thought I had raised my three children to be moral, clean and pure so how is it my only daughter became sexually active when her entire demeanor, her social life was completely non-sexual? Who was my girl fucking?

She came in after school, bubbling happily that it was Friday and started telling me her weekend plans. She, Chelsea and Margo were going to see the latest heart throb movie and maybe to Water World on Sunday. She chattered like a teen girl excited with life, one that had no worries in the world.

I took the opening “Delia, are you dating a boy yet? Do you see boys?”

She cocked her head quizzically, “No mom, why do you ask?”

“I have to wonder, that’s all. I mean you are changing, you are a young woman now, not a stick figure little girl and I know damn well you are attracting the attention of boys, I don’t even have to be around to know that, I was once fifteen and you look a lot like I did then.”

My daughter blushed prettily “Mom, your right, there are some boys asking me out and stuff but you don’t have to worry, I’m not real excited about any of them, not in a boyfriend/girlfriend sort of way.”

I almost choked on the next words “Well, sweetie, if you do get excited about a certain boy please let me know, we’ll need to sit down and sort out a few facts from myths about men and women.” I was hoping she would take the hint and open up to me.

Delia smiled shyly, “Mom, we get some of that stuff in Biology and places.” She slipped quickly out of the room as if looking for sanctuary. As she left the room I could only wonder, who in hell left three big cum stains on her bed, right where her pussy would be if she were on it? I needed to know but I didn’t want to ask because of the strain it might put on our relationship.

I logged on to eBay and bought a spy camera. A small one that could be hidden almost anywhere but would send a signal to my computer where the video would be saved. The camera was motion activated so it wouldn’t waste time and computer space. I didn’t think I needed sound but I got one with an audio pickup too. I waited impatiently for the delivery and while I was waiting, I checked Delia’s bed but found no more sex evidence. Five days after my initial discovery I was planting a hidden camera in my baby’s bedroom.

The camera worked fine. I didn’t bother watching the videos during the day, I was only interested in what she did after bed time. For over a week I watched her when she was in her room, doing homework, on her phone and getting ready for bed. Nothing she did in any way gave any indication that she was anything but a fifteen-year-old girl living a quiet, chaste life. The next Saturday morning after she left to visit Chelsea, I logged on to the camera video and got the shock of my life. The room was dark but a motion had activated the camera. The camera was not one that would turn night to day on screen so I could see only shadows but those shadows were on her bed. There was someone lying over Delia, his back was arching and bending as he fucked her. My daughter’s legs were wide apart while his naked ass was a blur of motion. I couldn’t see his face; I didn’t know who he was and I was stunned that she had invited somebody for sex in her room while I slept two doors away. I sat dumbfounded for several long minutes then couldn’t miss the moment when he blasted his nuts into her. He arched up, groaned and tried to crawl right up her cunt. Delia held onto him with arms and legs while he convulsed.

They fell apart, him still on his stomach next to her. They were whispering so I couldn’t’ hear what was said but in about a minute he pushed up, got off the bed, picked up his clothes and left the room. I didn’t get to see his face; I didn’t know who just fucked my daughter.

The camera blinked off because she wasn’t moving so just about the time I was ready to stand up, another video started. I sat immobile as I saw anther shadow come into view. A different one, this one was a little shorter than the first. He pulled his clothes off and crawled into bed with Delia while she held the blanket. He rolled her over to her stomach then mounted her from behind and started fucking her. No pleasantries, no making out, no foreplay. He just pushed into her cum soaked pussy and started fucking. And I couldn’t see his face either.

The time hack on the video revealed that he screwed her eight minutes before he let go and gave her a dose of hot cum. He pulled out and she rolled over, smiling like she had enjoyed the encounter. He got off the bed, reached for his pants, pulled them up then turned to the door.