There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
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Mother helps her daughter have her first lesbian experience.
Continued from Chapter 02:
Her best feature other than her natural, blonde hair and her big, blue eyes, she loved her big, 36, double D cup breasts. As much as Liz loved everything about her, in the way she loved her hair, her eyes, and her breasts, she loved Liz's natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and D cup breasts too. With them living too far apart to have a committed relationship, Elizabeth, her on and off again lesbian lover, loved her big tits too. Talking on the phone and/or exchanging e-mails nearly every day, they were more close friends than they were committed lovers. Even though she wasn't seeing anyone else, she knew Liz was. Yet, every time they got together, they made love. Every time they got together they gave one another multiple orgasms.
Instead of her having dirty, blonde hair, she only wished her daughter, had inherited her natural blonde hair. Instead of having average sized breasts, with her only a 34B, Laura wished Heather had inherited her huge breasts, at least a C cup. In the way that she was all tits at her height her daughter had the height to carry a D cup or even a double D cup. In the way her daughter confessed that she envied her mother's natural blonde hair and big breasts, with no one seemingly happy with themselves, she envied her daughter's height. Wishing she was taller, as tall as was her lover, Liz, with her only being 5'5" tall, her daughter was 5'8" tall.
In the way she was three, bra cup sizes bigger than her daughter, her daughter was three inches taller than her mother. Just as three, bra cup sizes are huge when comparing breasts, three inches are huge when comparing a woman of average height to a tall woman. Giving her such a long, sexy line, Heather's height was in her favor, especially when she wore high heels. When Heather wore high heels, she was nearly six-foot-tall and taller, when she wore a hat. When surrounded by her shorter friends, standing out in the way of a swan in a pond of ducks, she looked like a model.
The first time she had been alone in a long while, her 19-year-old daughter was out on a date. She hadn't dated anyone since her senior prom night last year. She suspected that Heather was still a virgin. Hoping tonight was the night that she'd get laid, she didn't expect her daughter home until long after midnight. With her daughter too uptight and angry, needing to chill and relax, she hoped her daughter was having a good, sexual time. Even though her daughter was very good looking, strangely enough, she hadn't dated at all. With this her first year of college, too busy with school, she always seemed ill at ease and shyly unconfident around men.
With her always popular with the boys, she remembered when she was a 19-year-old cheerleader twenty-six long years ago. Always drawing a crowd, the boys hung around to watch her giving cheers in her skimpy, cheerleading outfit. With her having D cup breasts back then, but with her breasts looking even bigger on her thin frame than her double D breasts looked on her curvaceous frame now, every time she bounced her big breasts, the boys cheered. Thinking they were cheering for her, she had no idea they were cheering for her tits to hopefully pop out of her uniform.
Always staring at her and ogling her as if she was topless, undressing her with their eyes, men always talked to her tits, especially when her big nipples made their appearance known through her clothes. With men making a spectacle of her and her big breasts, she never wore a tight or a low cut top, one that showed her cleavage. She hated her breasts back then. Yet, whether young or old, all men loved tits, especially big tits. Now loving her big tits, everything she wore was tight to flatter her enormous breasts and cut low enough to show off her long, sexy, line of cleavage. She loved wiggling her shapely ass and jiggling her big tits when she walked.
When she was younger, men, especially the much older men, always made her feel so self-conscious when staring at the big impressions her breasts made in her clothes. With them all thinking of the same sexual thing, seeing her naked, having their wicked, sexual way with her big tits, and with them wanting her to suck and fuck them, some men are such pigs. If only they knew she was an exhibitionist, what would they think? If only they knew she was a whore back then, they'd kick themselves for not making a move. Now, if only they knew that she preferred women to men, they'd scratch their heads in disbelief. If only they knew that she was lesbian, wouldn't they be surprised?
Back then, when she was younger and not as self-confident, not wanting or liking the unwanted attention, she used to wish she had normal sized breasts, a B cup. Now coming to terms with her the womanly curves of her body, she loved her big tits and couldn't imagine them being any smaller. Instead of only being 5'5" tall, she only wished she was taller, as tall as her 5'8" daughter. She liked how her daughter was nearly 6' tall with heels. Not that she was short or overweight, she wasn't. She wore a size 10. She was average but taller, thinner women always looked better wearing bulky fur coats. Short, obese women looked more like some sort of wild animal that could walk on two legs.
About to pour herself a third glass of wine, hoping her getting intoxicated would ease her horniness and stop her from missing her lover, Elizabeth, she heard the front door unlock. She looked at her watch. It was early, barely 10:00 pm.
"Heather? Is that you? What are you doing home so early?"
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Her daughter opened, closed, and locked the front door behind her without answering her.