"Wait, why is she naked?! How did I not notice before?!" Sarah was in shock. Her mother, Monica, had suddently called out to the man. The man was teasing a collared, naked girl in the middle of a public mall. They were sitting at a table, the petite girl in his lap moaning in pleasure as people walked past as if nothing was wrong. Was everyone blind? Had she been blind before? Sarah could feel herself calm down once again.  It was hard to pay attention to them, the memory was erasing itself, but then her mother called out to them again. 

"Henry is that you?" Monica called, her voice full of surprise and joy. The man was still unaware of her existence.

"Mom, what is happening?" Sarah tried to find answers. She turned to her mother, finding her fixing her hair, unbottoning her blouse completely, and lifting her skirt so much that you could see her panties. Her mother finally turned back to Sarah. Something was wrong with her Mom's expression. Desperation. Monica looked her daughter up and down almost as if she was an object. "Mom... what are you doing?" 

Monica smiled. "Dear, I'm just making you desirable." She unbottoned Sarah's shirt, just like hers. "Need to look our best." She giggled. After she lifted Sarah's skirt, she sighed in dissapointment. "Panties and bra don't match... Did I not teach you better? Well... I guess this will have to do..."

Sarah was in shock as her mother took her hand and pulled her towards the man. She realized that she had forgotten that they existed once again. Maybe it was surprise from her mother's behavior. 

"Henry!" Monica called. The man finally looked at her. He smiled, looking mildly amused.  "Henry, how are you doing? It has been so long." She dragged Sarah until they stopped right in front of him. 

Now that the man had acknowledged them, Sarah could finally focus on the couple. It was almost as if she had permission now. The man must have been about the same age as her mother. Sarah couldn't help but to move her sight on to the naked girl, lovingly cuddling with the man. The girl didn't notice them until the man had stopped playing with her breasts and pussy. Suddently her face went red and her hands started covering her body. "Don't worry" Sarah heard the man's voice for the first time and even thou he was not speaking to her, Sarah felt herself calm down. She started to make excuses. There must be a reason this is happening. The girl looks happy, it must be fine. No one seems to care. She could feel herself letting go of her worry. The man continued talking to the girl. "Don't worry dear, I'm sure they are friends. I told you, there is nothing to be worried when you are with me. You can be your real self." He kissed her in the forehead. "Now be a darling and sit up here while you play with yourself."  He patted the table.  "You love watching Master take control don't you?" She nodded, moving on top of the table, spreading her legs and teasing her own pussy.

The man finally turned to look at them. He gestured to Monica, indicating she should walk towards him. Without him having to say a word, she obeyed. With no hesitation he slid his hand down Monica's panties. Sarah looked in horror as her mother starting moaning. "Thank you Henry... Your good little slut loves being played with."

"Henry?" The man said, puzzled. "No one calls me that anymore. I always go by Master now." He giggled. "You must have been some one of the first girls I met. How long has it been?"

Monica couldn't help herself and moaned, nothing more than squeals of pleasure. "More than 20 years Master. I was in college. I think of you every day, Master. Every time I touch myself or spank myself, I remind myself my place. I know you told me to find love and get a life, but I never forgot you. Nothing felt as good. Every time my ex-husband fucked me... I thought of you. I wished it was you. I wished I was still your good little slut." Sarah could feel her disbelief rising as she heared this information. But her some part of her mind fought back. There was nothing wrong. Her mother was happy right now.  Her mother had clearly loved this guy before. They were not hurting anyone. Her mom deseved to be happy after her dad died. "Master..." Monica continued between moans. She pushed her bra down. Her breasts in full view. "I hope this helps you remember. You always said my tits were your favorite."

Master laughed before turning to Sarah. "Is this your daughter?" he asked. 

"Yes, Master." Monica responded promptly. "She is in college. About a year older than when you found me. Do you like her? She looks just like I did at that age."

"Sarah, could you please help us?" Master asked. "Your mother has changed so much, but I think your body will be able to jog my memory."

Sarah wanted to fight back. This made her sick, but once again another part of her mind jumped in. She wanted to be helpful. She wanted nothing more than to help her mother become this man's happy little slut again. "Of course" she smiled. Carefully she took off her shirt and bra, putting them on a table near by. Then she stood up straight making sure her breasts were in perfect view.

"Oh I remember now." Master stood up, leaning in until Sarah's mother and Master started kissing. "It has been so long. Lets see if you remember me as much as you claim. Present yourself."

Monica happily threw off the rest of her clothes with no thought on where they ended up. Her soaked panties and skirt quickly landed on the floor. Then she put her hands behind her head and kept her legs slightly apart. "Your happy little slut lives to be used."

Sarah could feel herself starting to get turned on. This was a new feeling for her, she had started to think she was asexual, but now... Watching her mother being dominated like this. She looked her mother up and down, standing still and obedient. Soon, she noticed that her mother was so turned on that she could see pussy juices slide down her legs.  She wanted that for herself, all of it. Master turned to her. Feeling pressure, she assumed the same pose as her mother and froze.

"Monica, did you not teach your daughter to always wear matching underwear?" he asked. Sarah's face turning bright red. She wanted to apologize, but maybe speaking would make it worse. Master had spoken to her mother not her. Sarah wanted Master to like so much. She simply smiled her best and she held her arms behind her head like her mother.

"Sorry Master... I was dumb."  Monica said sadly.  "I should have known better. You told me so many times. Good little sluts should always be ready for Henry... I mean Master. Good sluts should always be ready for Master. I should have made sure that if you ran into your slut and her daughter, she would be ready." 

"Has she even had a boyfriend yet?" Master asked. Sarah could feel her heart sink as her mother shook her head. Now Sarah felt pathetic, worthless. How could she be a good slut for Master if she had no sexual experience?  Master continued, "She is just like you Monica. A virgin, I'm not surprised, but don't worry. I think she can be a good little slut, just like you were."

Monica sounded excstatic. "Master Please... Teach her like you taught me. Let her be your happy little slut. It was the best time of my life. Before we met, I didn't understand myself. I was ashamed of my body. I was scared of my sexuality. I was lost and you found me. I have done a bad job as a mother because she is not already a good slut, but you can fix it. Please."

Master moved towards Sarah. She still stood silently, her breasts out for master to see. Her mind jumping back and forth, wondering if she should completly undress like her mother, but that would mean she would have to stop presenting. Nothing could calm her down. Then she could feel Master's hands starting to grope her breasts and all of her stressed melted away. She was in heaven. He got on one knee and took off her skirt and now soaked panties. She couldn't allow herself to look down but she could feel her juices dripping down her leg just like her mother. Sarah could feel as Master's loving hands caressed her body, slowly moving down to her pussy. The anticipation was killing her until she finally felt his hand start teasing her virgin pussy. The plesure was overwhealming.  It became so hard to think. She desperatly tried not to moan. Master had not given her permission to yet. Everything else left her mind. There was nothing but the need to obey, to present. Holding in the moan became so much harder. Master stood back up, towering over Sarah. "Sarah, would you like to be my happy little slut?"

"Yes..." Sarah realized that she wanted this more than anything. This was perfect, but there was another voice inside her. One that knew this would leave her mother alone. "but with one condition." Master looked surprised. "My mother also gets to be your happy little slut again."

"You would really give it all up for your mom?" Master asked ominously. Sarah felt terrible.  She thrown away perfect happiness. But she had to take the shot. Her mom wanted this so badly. Sarah loved her mom so much, even if she was going to regret losing her chance with Master for the rest of her life.

"Yes. Sorry Master."

Master laughed to himself. "Well, I would hate to break a pair anyway."

Sarah tried to hold in her joy. "Thank you Master!"

Master turned around, "Girls I think is time for us to head home. A mall is no place for Sarah to start her training. The first time is special."

For the first time in a long time, Sarah remembered that she was in public, but she didn't care. When she was with Master, she didn't have to worry about anything. Her mind was focusing on her mother and imitating what she did. Wanting to be a good slut like her. When Sarah finally saw her mother move, she felt her body freed as well, rushing to her and embracing. Their naked bodies pressed against each other. "Mommy, we will get to be happy little sluts together!"

"I know. I can't believe this is happening." Monica said as she leaned in and kissed Sarah on the mouth. Sarah returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Her mother always knew best. Her mother was right, Monica's touch sent wonderful chills down her body. 

Next thing Sarah knew, Master called them. The girl on her leash was standing next to him. She held out her hands. "Master doesn't have leashes for both of you here, so make sure to hold my hands tight." Their clothes lying forgotten, Monica and Sarah each grabbed one of the girl's hands as Master guided the three naked women out of the mall.