Dom Mom 1

Emily: a rather shy thirteen-year-old girl, quietly snuck in through the front door. She was a fairly pretty girl, standing at about five feet tall, and weighing about ninety pounds. Her red hair was cut short and her blue eyes sparkled with a sort of teasing look. She still wore training bras and had just a patch of peach fuzz. Her friend, Jamie, had taken her out to a party; hoping that she would open up a bit and loose that shyness about he. It was close to midnight and she was supposed to be in bed. Closing the door behind her, she started up the stairs when she heard Sue’s, her mother, voice, “What are you doing home so late?”
Emily froze in her tracks and turned around to see the light flick on and her mother sitting in an armchair dressed in just a bathrobe. Sue looked like her daughter, but (obviously) bigger. She stood at about five feet and eight inches, weighting about 120 pounds. She kept her long red hair pulled back in a ponytail and her sky blue eyes always showed a bit of lust. She had firm, 38C breasts and was shaven clean. “Oh, hi mommy…” Emily said cutely.
“Don’t ‘hi mommy’ me!” Sue snapped. “What do you think you’re doing, coming home at this hour?!”
“I was… I was with Jamie…” Emily said, looking at her feet, holding her hands behind her back.
“Doing what?” Sue interrupted.
“Just… hanging out… Well, we went to this party…” Sue’s eyes widened with anger at the sound of this. “And… and I lost track of time…” Emily continued.
“Didn’t I say that you couldn’t go to that party?!” Sue shouted. “DIDN’T I?!”
“Y… yes you did…” Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Come here, you’re getting punished!” Sue said, standing up. Emily slowly walked over to her mother, still looking at the floor in shame. She stopped in front of Sue and looked up with tears slowly running down her face. “What are you crying for? You haven’t been given something to cry about!” Sue said, slapping Emily’s face hard enough to knock her to the floor.