Teaching my daughter a valuable lesson

As I returned to my office at 12:30 on the dot, I noticed that all of the upper management staff had taken off for the rest of the day, to get a headstart on the 3 day holiday weekend ahead of us. When I looked around and saw that I was one of the only people working, I quickly grabbed my things and headed for the door.

While driving home, I saw that the weather outside was nice, so I planned to take a jog through my neighborhood when I got home. Plus, I had a new sexy jogging outfit that I was sure was going to turn a lot of heads.

I made it home at exactly 1:00 PM. Exactly two and a half hours before my daughter Erica would be arriving home from school.

As I stood in front of my full-length mirror, checking out the way my new pink and white outfit hugged my slim/thick 6′, 190 lbs, 38-D’s, and 48-inch hip, chocolate frame, I was sure that I’d be receiving a lot of attention today. My pink and white yoga pants really made my ass look luscious. But the way the mid-drift pink and white top clung to my ample bosom, left little to the imagination.

After charging my matching pink Beats wireless headphones, I cranked up the volume and listened to Kendrick Lamar – DNA, as I jogged up the block.

I could feel the guys watching my every step. Watching the way my firm chocolate 38-D cups swayed from side to side, as my round ass would jiggle uncontrollably.

Soon, the sweat that was dripping from my neck, down to my chest, had caused my shirt to really cling to my tits. Giving all onlookers a clear visual of my pierced nipples, which were now protruding through my sports bra.

After getting my 3 miles in, I started to make my way back home. Normally, I would take a shortcut through the back alleyway. But the weather was so nice out today, plus, I wanted to turn a few more heads before I made it home. So I continued to strut down the busy Downtown L.A. sidewalk.

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With my daughter not due home for another hour or so. I thought it would be a great idea if I surprised her with her favorite afterschool snack. Grilled cheese with my homemade tomato soup.

I was less than a block away from my home when I looked up and saw my daughter Erica and two of her friends, who were supposed to still be in class, standing on the sidewalk smoking cigarettes. Not only that. She wasn’t wearing the outfit that she wore when I dropped her off at school this morning. Now she was wearing a pair of cut-off daisy dukes, showing off more than half of her firm teenaged butt, and a strapless halter top, that made her firm 32-C cups stand out.

My daughter Erica, who’s a lot like me when I was her age, stands at 5″ 7″ tall and 120 lbs. So she sticks out like a sore thumb when she hangs around girls her own age. Most men think that she’s my sister. People are always saying I look like Paula Patton, but with bigger boobs and a lot more ass. And my daughter Erica is a 13-year old version of her mother.

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I knew that my daughter was into boys, I just didn’t think she would wear some so risque this soon. I grew afraid that she was heading down a slippery slope. So I figured the best way to protect my baby, was to teach her a lesson.