Mom Teaches Her Mall Slut Daughter

Something was going on with her daughter Tatum. Mellissa knew it. Ever since she and had picked her up from the mall she seemed distant, and agitated. She had asked her in the car if everything was okay but Tatum just shrugged. She would sort it out when they got home. For now she would just enjoy the quiet. She looked over at her young daughter and felt it again that twinge deep in her cunt, that want she couldn’t allow to flourish. Tatum was a sweet and hot thirteen year old blonde with a body mature beyond her age with C cup tities, though she refused to wear a bra, and a firm bubble butt that drove all the boys at school and secretly some of the girls wild.

Melissa noticed that her daughter was not dressed as she was when she left for school. Yet she knew Tatum often packed a second set of clothes in her back pack for after school, for a trip to the mall. Tatum looked a little like a mall slut with her tiny jean skirt that showed off her tight and tanned thighs and was low enough to reveal her pierced navel. Tatum was also wearing a pink tank that left nothing to the imagination. Like Mellissa, Tatum had big boobs early in life and had the nipples to match; all the women in the family had the same assertive nipples. Which at this point were poking out from Tatum’s tank top.

Sometimes Melissa wished she could shadow her daughter on her frequent trips to the mall in similar attire, to see just what she was up to. She would love to observe the many furtive looks form men and women as her hot little girl passed, wiggling her tight little ass. On the few occasions Tatum allowed Melissa to shop with her, she said nothing when the girl dressed in miniskirts or short shorts that showed off her tight ass and her young slit.

Once in a jean store she saw from a distance a clerk in her thirties help her daughter, The woman suddenly cupped Tatum’s ass as if measuring the firmness and width. Immediately Melissa became wet as Tatum smiled. The woman then slipped her hand between Tatum’s legs and began rubbing her pussy through the tight shorts. I stood there watching as a woman molested my little girl, too busy rubbing my pussy to move.

After a few minutes of attention from the clerk, Tatum leaned on a clothing rack and seemed to cum her thighs twitching and her knees buckling as the woman whispered something in my teen daughter’s ear. I came myself and looked away, unable to look my daughter in the eyes when Tatum met up with me a free pair of jeans in her shopping bag. So Melissa knew her daughter liked girls but didn’t think she had experienced too much of a sexual nature yet, because she hadn’t come to Melissa to discuss it. Tatum discussed every new thing in her life with her mother. Or at least that is what Melissa thought.

When they reached home, Mellissa was tired, from a long day at the office. Tatum seemed to drag herself out of the car into the house and upstairs to the living room, and as she headed upstairs, Mellissa called her back.

“Tatum. Stay. I need to speak with you, ", her 13 year old daughter sank onto the sofa.

"What’s this about mom", Mellissa said rolling her eyes, "This isn’t going to be another lecture about cleaning my room and picking up my panties is it?”

Melissa smiled. No she had stopped lecturing about picking up panties as she enjoyed picking up her daughters thongs and bikini panties, soiled, even rank and wet with girl cum sometimes. She loved bringing herself to crashing climaxes smelling and tasting her little girl’s panties.

"Now, Tatum. What happened at the mall? And don't tell me nothing, because I know when something is wrong with my little girl", Tatum’s eyes took on guilty look, confirming her suspicions.

"Something happened at the mall? What was it baby? " the girl winced her mother sat beside her on the sofa. Mellissa could see her clamming up.

"Now, why don't you tell me what happened. Sweet heart…" she watched as her beautiful young daughter fidget, although she noticed that the girl’s nipples had suddenly grown even harder under her tight tank top.

“Well you know I told you I was going to the mall with Tracey, well that wasn’t true. I went to the mall to meet a girl I met on line. She’s like my age, and well we hung out and stuff. So like it was a bit weird but I can handle it.”

Concerned Melissa turned to her daughter and for the first time realized how short her skirt was now riding up her daughter’s thighs revealing the crotch of her panties. Was that sex she could smell on her daughter?

She turned to her daughter. "Are you alright? She didn't hurt you, did she?" Tatum made a sexy almost lustful grin, but she sobered when she saw her mother's serious expression.

"No, hurt me, no. But it went farther than I thought it would", she answered honestly.

"What do you mean farther, farther where?" Mellissa was both disappointed and excited by where this was going.

"Mom, do I have to paint you a picture", Tatum answered quickly, "we did it okay, I had hot sex with a girl in the mall washroom, is that what you want to hear? Fuck mom you don’t even know me anymore. I like cunt okay?"

Mellissa’s mouth dropped open, suddenly her heart was beating a mile a minute and despite herself she could feel her pussy getting wet. Finally she spoke to her young daughter.

"Tatum, I don't like the idea of you having sex in a public place, I wish you would have come to me talked to me about what you were about to do. We used to be able to talk about everything. Baby, you have your whole life ahead of you to discover what you like sexually", Melissa caught her daughter’s eyes and she could see her lovely daughter was about to break into tears. Melissa wrapped her sweet daughter in a close hug. She hugged her mom back hard. Mellissa could feel her daughters warm body and breasts press against her larger ones.

The tears began to flow from Tatum’s beautiful blue eyes and Melissa kissed them away as they rolled down her daughter’s soft cheek.

"Oh baby, baby, next time, you talk to me before you do anything like that. Do you understand me? I could have helped you talk it through. You know I’m always here for you don’t you baby"

"Oh mommy, I’m sorry, I wanted to talk to you but … I just couldn’t,” said her body jerking lightly with each sob against her mother, Tatum pressed her soft mouth into the nape of her mother’s neck. Melissa wondered, if it was a kiss. Encouraged by the sensual touch Melissa let her hands drift under the short skirt and cup her little girl’s firm bubble butt.

""Umm. Oh sweetie yes we can get through anything together, right?" Mellissa adjusted herself on the edge of the sofa lifting her little girl onto her lab. This time letting one hand fall on her daughter’s upper thigh. Tatum threw her arms around her mother’s neck and pressed her tight little body into her mother’s warm embrace.

"Tatum, do you remember when you when I would spend my summers away from work with you?" Mellissa said softly.

"Uh huh", she nodded, wondering where this was headed.

"You used to be quite the terror. And when I would spank you would pretend to brush it off and go on doing what you were doing", Tatum's eyes grew wide with fear.

"Mom, wait…"

" That rule about always coming to your mom about big decisions still applies? What was that rule?"

"But this is different. I…"

"What was the rule, Tatum?" the girl sighed, then whined out her answer.

"If I did something big without asking you, I would get a spanking"

"Exactly, now go get the hairbrush from my sink, and come back here", said Melissa suddenly stern.

“But mom that was when I was 10 and 11. I’m older now!”

The look on Mellissa's face showed that argument could be dangerous. Tatum skulked off to her mother’s bathroom, thinking about why she had to tell her mom, and then remembering how hot she used to get when her mom spanked her. Tatum reached under her skirt, her panties were still damp, and she could feel her juices flowing again.

Mellissa read all the thoughts from her daughter's expressive face. She almost laughed at the mutiny that was peeking through in all of her child's actions. Having sex with a strange girl in a mall; it was about time to make Tatum see where she could find the best sex of her young life.

"Sit down, Tatum." they sat on the couch together, "Look, I'm not doing this because I'm angry, or because I like spanking you, or seeing you cry. I'm doing this, because you have to learn that sex isn’t something to throw away to strangers, you have to talk to someone experienced like your mom.

"But, Mom I told you I will talk to you before I have sex with anyone in the future, but ...”

“Sweetheart I'm your mother. When someone else has sex with you without my knowledge that reflects back on me and I have to make sure that I do everything I can to make sure no one else teaches you what I can teach you. Do you understand?"

Tatum wasn’t sure she did. Her mother raised her chin so that their eyes met. Melissa leaned forward and gave her hot young daughter a long sensual kiss slowly slipping her tongue into the warm waiting mouth. Tatum sucked on her mother’s tongue for a long time and moaned.

"You know I love you, right? Do you know I’ve wanted to kiss you like that since you were ten, such a sweet hot little body,” Melissa let her finger tips trace her daughter’s now stiff nipples and pulled on them lightly.”

"Yes, Mom. I know."

Melissa gave each soft firm nipple a good pinch. Tatum winced and moaned. “I will be your lover and your mother from now on do you understand? Your little cunt is mine.” Melissa’s hand cupped her daughter’s wet little pussy, pulling aside the panties and parting the lips and suddenly jamming her middle finger in.

“Are you mommy’s little slut?”

“Oh, Oh, mommy yes,” said Tatum looking down in disbelief as her mother rapidly finger fucked her tight wet cunt. “Oh I want it mommy, make me your fucking slut!”

"Good. Now stand up and pull down up your skirt and take down your panties too. Let’s go baby."

Tatum bent over her mother's lap, acutely aware of the air on her bare bottom. She felt the cool hairbrush resting on her cheeks, and dropped her head. Experience told her (and much more experience than she cared to remember) that this cool feeling wasn't going to last very long. Experience was right. Mellissa brought the brush down hard on her daughter's ...


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