In Defense of Small Breasts-A Daughter's Story
Carrie just emerged from the closet wearing her favorite black satin robe. Underneath her robe she was wearing a brand new black lace matching bra and panty set. Paired with the black lace garter belt her ensemble was smoking hot.
It was Friday night; sex night for her and Jack. Knowing her husband possessed a bit of a bra fetish, Carrie was more than a little confident he would really like what she was wearing under her robe.
The thirty eight year old Carrie could have been a poster mom MILF's ARE US, if there ever was such a magazine. Sporting a luscious mane of light brown hair with blond highlights, framing a pleasantly pleasing face with full pouty lips and apple cheeks, she possessed a lewd smile with matched her sexy personality. She absolutely adored sex and was not shy in flirting with, well, everyone she came across.
Happily for her, Carrie possessed a body made for flirting as she was your prototypical statuesque blond goddess with a pair of large, luscious tits, her bra size was thirty eight DD, long muscular legs, lean and fit tummy, and a well-defined, if not, semi plump ass.
Besides being an incurable flirt, Carrie was also an incorrigible show off when it came to how she dressed as she tended to wear outfits accenting her best feature: those majestic tits of hers.
After coming out of the closet, Jack was in the bathroom showering, Carrie strode over to the mini bar in the corner of their spacious bedroom. Wanting to get herself even more "lubed up" for the night's coming sexual hijinks, Carrie poured herself another glass of red wine, it would be her third, before retreating to her vanity table to touch up her makeup.
She was just adding a bit of eye liner when there was a soft knock on the door. Knowing it must be their eighteen year old step daughter, Carrie raised her voice, "Come in, Ellie."
The door slowly opened before Ellie poked her head in to the bedroom. "Carrie can I come in?"
"Sure, Ellie."
Instantly, Carrie knew there was an issue as a forlorn look of infinite sadness was written all over the young girl's face. Knowing Ellie was probably here to speak to her daddy, especially since she obviously had some issue bothering her, Carrie said, "Your daddy's in the shower, hon."
As Ellie shyly approached her step mom, Carrie sighed at the way her young stepdaughter dressed. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants and an ill-fitting tee shirt, in other words, nothing in the least sexy.
The petite Ellie, five foot one and weighting all of a hundred and four pounds, took after her pretty Filipino mom, Jack's first wife, in the looks department, having pleasingly dark hair and a delightfully cute girlish face that made her look a bit younger than her age.
This was especially so when she arranged her hair in a pair of cute twin pony tails. Ellie's dark Filipino complexion was accented by an adorably cute smile and soft, shy voice mixed with an extremely reserved personality.
Considering how pretty her stepdaughter was and what a nice trim body she possessed, Carrie, the consummate show off, just thought it was an outright shame Ellie did not try harder to show off her youthful, blossoming curves a bit more.
"Is my daddy around?" Ellie asked in her quiet demur voice.
"He is in the shower. I suppose you wanna talk to him about whatever is bothering you."
"Actually I was hoping to speak to you... like maybe alone." Ellie slowly shuffled across the room toward her stepmother before stopping and asking quietly, "Would that be OK?"
Resisting the urge to smile from the pleasant surprise that her stepdaughter actually wanted to speak to her, instead of her daddy, Carrie turned to face Ellie.
"Your daddy just got in the shower and since he usually takes long showers we have a few minutes if you want to speak in private... but hey I thought you had friends over."
"I did... they went home."
"Oh why? I thought you all were watching a movie."
"We were but the movie was sort of boring and we decided to play a game instead and that's what I wanted to talk to you about as I need, like, an older woman's opinion, and maybe some advice, because I got all upset with them and told them to go home."
Letting the wine do the talking, Carrie let loose with her feelings as she snapped at Ellie harshly, "Is that all I am to you Ellie... an older woman?"
Ellie, caught off guard by Carrie's tone, stammered out a lame reply, "N-no I... I mean you are my step mom and--"
Carrie, she was feeling bold and aggressive from the wine, snapped again as she cut her stepdaughter off, "Step mom... God I hate that... that label in front of mom."
"What do you mean, Carrie?" Ellie asked.
"I mean exactly what I said, Ellie. I hate the fact the word step appears before the word mom in our relationship." She took a deep breath and then went all in with her feelings. "It's been almost eight years and yet you still always refer to me as your 'step mom' and address me as 'Carrie'. I have been, and am still now, in my opinion, more of a mom to you then you so called overbearing, uptight and recently married, yet again, real mother."
"But--" Ellie started to speak up in her defense but Carrie was rolling now and wasn't about to be stopped as she, once again, interrupted her.
"I am not done yet," she barked. "You are eighteen now and free to split your time between your parents as you see fit and I have noticed, happily I might add, you are spending more and more time here young lady which indicates to me you like it here better than with your mom and her new husband."
"I do," Ellie answered quietly before adding, "And you are really OK with that, Carrie?"
"Yes and I would be much... much more OK with it if you stop calling me Carrie."
"What should I call you then..."
Ellie met her stepmom's gaze and instantly knew the answer. "Mom... would that be better right?"
"Infinitely... but only if you really mean it. I mean I don't want to guilt you in to calling me something... when it doesn't match the feelings in your heart."
"It does match my feelings." Ellie hesitated before adding, "Mom." She moved closer then, before dropping her voice to a quiet whisper, "The truth is I have been starting to feel closer to you than my real mom."
Reaching out, Carrie took Ellie's hand into her own before squeezing it tight. Dropping her voice to a quiet whisper also, she said, "Do you want to hear my confession, sweetie."
"Yes."
"I have been dreaming of... it seems like forever... that a moment would come, someday, where me and you could finally get past the stupid step daughter step mother barrier and connect with each other on a much more deeper level."
"What kind of level, Mom?" This time Ellie showed no hesitation in calling Carrie, Mom. This was a telling fact that didn't go unnoticed by Carrie in the least.
"A level where you think of me as your loving mommy and I think of you as my totally adorable little girl. A level where you would be comfortable enough to allow your mommy to start to share all her pent up feelings of love she has been repressing all these years for her daughter, to the fullest extent possible."
"I would be OK with that, Mommy," Ellie answered with growing excitement as things were definitely trending in a totally unexpected way.
"OK then well..." Carrie scooted over on her vanity bench to one side before patting the padded bench next to her. "Why don't you sit down here, next to your mommy, and tell her what is really bothering you... little girl. Can I call you that, Ellie, little girl, because the truth is I have always dreamed of having an adorable sweet little girl, all of my own, just like you."
"Of course, Mommy," Ellie answered, without hesitation as she sat down next to her new "mommy", while knowing Carrie, due to some complicated medical condition, could never have children of her own.
"So what happened then to upset you, honey," Carrie said while hoping Jack did not change his usual pattern and shorten up his shower and thus interrupt what was trending toward maybe a very enticing little bonding session between her and Ellie.
Ellie sighed before whispering, "It's embarrassing."
Carrie smiled before causally pushing her still half full glass sitting there on the vanity table over toward Ellie. "Take a couple small sips of wine baby... it will help loosen your tongue."
"Really... I've drank a few time but never wine."
"Try it... go ahead but it has to be our secret since, you know, you are still technically underage."
"Sure, our secret, Mom," Ellie said with a smile as she picked up the glass of wine and took a small sip, and then liking the taste, a larger one.
Reaching out, Carrie carefully used one finger to stroke the side of Ellie's face. "Now tell me what is bothering you cupcake as Mommy can tell her little girl is upset about something."
Ellie's heart fluttered from her mom's touch and from her mom's cute little nickname, cupcake, she just called her.
"OK, well, like I said, we found the movie boring..."
"Let me stop you for a second. Who exactly was you watching the movie with, Ellie?"
"Amanda, Paula and Amy."
"OK go on."
"Anyways so we decided to play truth or dare."
"Oh I always loved that game when I was your age, sweetie," Carrie gushed before polishing off the last of the wine in two large gulps. Standing up she headed over to the mini bar. "I am just going to go get us a refill so keep talking baby... and don't be shy as you should know you can tell your mom anything."
"OK... well, anyways a couple things happened to make me both embarrassed in front of everyone."
"Tell me," Carrie said as she happily plopped down next to her newly won over daughter.
Carrie set the full glass of wine in front of Ellie as she said, "Here you want to another small sip before you tell me whatever it was that embarrassed you."
Ellie, happy that her stepmom was treating her like an adult and letting her drink, unlike her own overbearing mother who would never dream of doing such a thing, took full glass of wine before slurping down a couple large gulps.
The wine buzz hit her almost instantly as she sat the glass back down with a l giggle before whispering, "Boy that is good, Mom."
"Yeah, red wine is my favorite too sweetie. Now tell me what happened in your game."
"Well when it was my turn Paula dared me to strip down to my underwear and naturally I had to do it."
"Naturally," Carrie replied with a smile.
"And... and then they all kind of laughed at me."
"Why baby," Carrie said sympathetically. "I mean... you have a nice body and all so I don't know why they would be laughing."
