At 37 years old my world Elayna's slice of life, had settled down to a series of routine days. My two daughters and my husband were average and normal to the point of almost being boring. That changed a few weeks ago when my youngest daughter Harper began behaving strangely. She would disappear for a few days at a time, claiming she was staying with "work friends". At 18 years old I couldn't stop her, and unless she was breaking our house rules it didn't disrupt us.
Harper is a pretty blonde girl of average height, with an average figure and middle of the road smarts and ambitions. She's had a few boyfriends and had the usual couple of bff's in high school. After graduation this past spring she and her older sister went on a Jamaican vacation, which according to their reports was boring.
Harper got a job selling clothing in a mall store, and seemed to do well enough at it. About a month after she got the job she started spending time away from home with her new friends from work. Of course I wondered exactly what she was doing: she was quieter than usual when she returned home and rarely spoke to my husband.
My suspicions started when I did some laundry. The panties Harper had worn and dropped into the laundry that morning had a crusty white patch in the crotch. I'd never seen it before but I knew it had to be a man's dried cum. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I sniffed it and even gave it a little lick! Yes it seemed to be cum.
My mind dropped into full "nosy Mom" mode. Who was fucking Harper? And who could make enough cum to make a patch like THAT? I never considered that the cum being left in her panties was not an accident.
I had to know the answers, so I decided to find out where she was going. That same night I staked out the parking lot where she works and followed her away from the mall. Keeping a decent distance I followed her to an affluent hilly suburb which borders on a wooded area. She drove up to a fairly large house surrounded by trees, near the top of one of the hills. The garage door opened and Harper drove right in as if she lived there.
Parking a little down the street I sneaked up to the house and found the landscaping and shadows in the tree line hid me very well from the house. The front was dark, but soft music was coming from the back. Trying to remember every spy move I ever saw in a movie I worked my way to the back yard and was able to peek between the gaps in a wrought iron fence.
The back yard perfectly kept and fenced in. The area next to the house was visible from my view, and included a large deck, a cabana sort of tent, and a whirlpool next to the deck. Two women were sitting in the tub and appeared to be just laying back and relaxing. The music was the EDM dance music that Harper had been playing around the house lately, and came from speakers on the deck and also seemed to be coming from inside the house.
