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. How you, a professional, married , mother of two ended up being a secret “fuckslut” for this intelligent, soft-spoken, brown-skinned man. Your pussy plumps in remembrance of how, at your husband’s insistence, you two entered the swinging scene and you were allowed to “play” on your own. You answered his email online, met once to make sure that he wasn’t a thug or a creep or some other type of weirdo….then you met again at a baseball park only to follow him to his house where you didn’t even. I won't lie, right then I had the immediate thought of going through the drawers to see if she had any of her panties around. I knew she must, but the last thing I wanted was to make things awkward, and read things completely wrong. I battled with the thought, but ultimately restrained myself, even though that was probably going to be my best chance ever, i though. I walked back out of her room, and as I was about to slide open the glass doors to go out by the pool, I heard something fall in. She was looking stunning. She had a low cut silky floral dress. Her cleavage was very much prominent and her dress ended just a little before her knee. The color of the dress was a perfect match with her milky white legs running long.We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek and sat in the restaurant. The restaurant was very well known for its breakfast. But that day is a weekend, it was kind of empty so early in the morning. Other than us, there was only one another couple having their.