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 indian 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 interracial 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 bbc 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 black 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. She was a stay bbc at home mom who, despite her wholesome heart, was completely naïve with the IQ of a dodo-bird. Tabatha continued peeling down my underpants, pushing them down my thighs to my knees, where they caught briefly before falling to my ankles. One of the soccer boys sat on Lela's lap (girl on my right). With her other hand she was rubbing at my clit sending wave indian after wave of pleasure through me. Eventually my multiple orgasms ceased and as her hand withdrew I felt a void inside me and smiling happily to myself I slipped into an exhausted almost comatose sleep. “But she has a son,” said Austin. The next morning I waited until mom was making breakfast, then I slipped into her room and found her bottle of pills. Then when I feel I want to cum I black took him off and put him between her boobs and took her hand to play with my dick to cum. Finally he filled her cunt with jets of cum and removed his interracial semi hard cock. There was me, my mother and father, my older sister, my younger brother, and my little sister, all packed into that 850-square-foot home. So the game became not letting her cum!