My Daughter’s Dating Problem

My troubles starting when my 16 year old daughter starting dating a black boy. Of course my wife and I were concerned about what she was getting into and after discussing it my wife said she would take care of it and convince Derrick to break up with her. She said she would talk to him and explain how it would not work out between them.

She invited Derrick over to the house for an early afternoon talk before the kids got home from school on Friday afternoon. Wanting to see how things went I left work early. Our house has a long driveway making it possible to drive up without being noticed. Seeing Derrick’s truck in the drive, I quietly entered through the basement door. Through the ventilation duct that runs from the basement to the first floor, I could hear them talking in the living room. Beth was telling Derrick that it just wasn’t going to work for a black boy to date our daughter. When Derrick asked why, Beth explained that it was just too taboo for our family to accept having a black boy with a white girl. Derrick explained that he had dated lots of white girls and women. My wife was shocked and asked what he meant by women. Derrick told her about his lawn mowing job and how some of the white housewives liked a little extra with their lawn care. Beth was astounded and told him that she did not believe him. He explained that after he had one housewife she had called her friends and now he was banging the whole neighborhood. He said that once a lonely housewife had some “thick black cock” they always called back for more and that he mowed several lawns weekly even if they didn’t need it. I thought my wife would go crazy after he started talking like that, but to my surprise she just muttered, “Well it can’t be that good.” Derrick replied, “Do you want to see it?” When Beth didn’t reply, I quickly, but quietly hurried upstairs before anything could happen.

Our house is large and the living area extends down from the dining area with a large fireplace separating the two and offering a place to observe what was happening. I had planned on stopping anything from happening, but when I saw them sitting them on the sofa I stopped in my tracks. Beth was wearing a short black skirt and a thin, tight, white top, which showed off her magnificent body. I wondered why she had dressed so nicely for such a meeting. She was sitting on the sofa next to Derrick with her legs drawn up kind of sitting sideways. Derrick was unbuckling his belt and asking her, “Well do you? Do you want to see it?” I heard her whisper yes as he lifted up and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.