My daughter's bully

All characters in this story are over 18 years old

My name is Marion, I am 36 years old and the mother of an 18 year old daughter. Emilia, Mia for short, is probably the best daughter a single mother could ask for! I myself was just about the same age as my little girl when I met Mia's father. I was so incredibly stupid at that time, but love is blind! Therefore I didn't notice that the then 25 year old boy only wanted to get me into bed. He worked on me and manipulated me until I finally slept with him. When I asked him for a condom, Thorsten just said confidently: "Don't worry, I've done it many times without and nothing has ever happened!"

Naive and also blinded as I was at the time, I let myself in on it. It was my first time and also anything but nice. It hurt a lot and Thorsten only said that this was quite normal for the first sex. In fact, I was very happy that it was already over after a few minutes. When I felt how Thorsten's cock began to twitch in my newly deflowered and still very tight pussy, I asked him of course immediately full of horror: "Have you now about yet injected into me?" Whereupon he explained to me however completely calmly: "No, of course not! That's how a cock feels only when it's still on the verge. I'll pull it out again now and go to the bathroom so as not to make a mess in your bed." As incredibly deluded as I was at the time, I believed Thorsten and was even pleased to see how concerned the boy was about my bed.

After that day, I never saw Thorsten again. He just took off and was nowhere to be found. Totally hurt and full of lovesickness, I didn't even notice that my period was missing and I didn't think anything of it at first. I still believed that Thorsten had told me the truth and pulled me out in time. Only when my belly started to grow a bit did I reveal to my mother what had happened. After several positive pregnancy tests she dragged me directly to a gynecologist. He too only confirmed again what the tests had already shown. I was pregnant! As if through a veil, I heard my mother ask the doctor about an abortion. But he said that it was already too far for that. In the worst possible mood, we drove home again.

My mother sent me to my room, angry and very disappointed. From there, I could hear my parents loudly discussing how to proceed. After a few days, we had a talk. They made it clear to me once again how disappointed they were in me and that fortunately they had found a solution. They found a place for me in a mother and child home far away from our home. That way, no one in town will know and they could claim that I was abroad studying. I was totally horrified! However, when I spoke back, my parents made it very clear that they would not support any other solution. Especially not one where the local people could find out about their whoring daughter!

So I ended up raising my little girl all by myself. Already after one year my parents did not contact me anymore and Mia grew up without any family except for me. This was not always very easy, but my daughter still developed very well. One problem was of course the money. I always tried to make everything possible for Mia, but we could not afford everything. Even though my little girl never said it, I still realized that she was being teased by her classmates because of it.

To escape this unattractive reality, Mia takes refuge in her small room. Between countless unicorns and a lot of pink, she preserves her ideal world. The whole room doesn't seem like the typical teenager's room or the room of a young adult woman, everything is a bit too playful for her age. Externally, Mia resembles me quite a bit. Like me, my daughter is also rather small in stature and, unfortunately, God has not been too kind to us when it comes to our breasts. In addition, because of our petite bodies, we hardly find clothes in the right sizes. My daughter has less problems with this than I do, because she likes colorful and playful motifs very much, which is why she also likes to buy things that actually no longer correspond to her age. Nevertheless, she tries not to attract more ridicule through her clothes and therefore avoids outfits that are too childish.

Only when it comes to her underwear can Mia freely express her preferences without being laughed at by her classmates. While the other girls her age prefer skimpy thongs and exciting bras, Mia prefers underwear with unicorns, Hello Kitty or similar motifs. Only for school days when she has sports, my daughter still owns a few plain bras and panties. It makes me sad that my daughter has to pretend every day not to be teased too much by her classmates.