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.