Changing Family Dynamic (Excessive Size, Mother/Daughter Incest)

Emily fumed as she waited outside the bathroom, waiting for her mother to finish her shower. The teen loved her mother, but the older woman was so . . . infuriating! Emily had examined her feelings many times over the last few years, and an undeniable part of her frustration was pure, unadulterated jealousy. Her mother was, at 42, what most boys called a drop-dead gorgeous MILF. She was not too tall, pleasantly curved, with a lovely plump ass, and a rack that contained enough puppy-fat for an entire litter of Rottweilers. It just wasn’t fair, Emily had decided. Despite the promise of genetics, Emily had remained a rake-thin teen throughout her development. She was cursed with a disgustingly efficient metabolism that kept her very slim, with a small, pert little bottom and a flat stomach. More than anything though, Emily desired boobs! She barely reached a B-cup, and almost never needed to wear a bra. While this meant she was able to indulge in lingerie selected for sensual aesthetics rather than crass mechanics, she still wanted big, luscious boobs so much!

Part of her strained relationship with her mother, however, was that as curvaceous and busty as her other was, she would never let her daughter forget it! Apparently born without a sense of shame, her mother was perpetually parading around the house wearing skimpy shorts and almost-transparent tops in summer, and skin-tight pants and figure-hugging sweaters during winter. She was also constantly modelling her new lingerie to her daughter, demonstrating how her H-cup bras were so tight and so beautiful, much to her daughter’s eternal embarrassment. Not only that, but she would constantly ‘forget’ to put on a top around the house, and parade around without a care in the world. Sometimes she even walked around completely nude, letting everything hang out and inadvertently taunting her daughter with her amazing body.

Coming back to the present, Emily heard her mother switch off the water, and straightened up in front of the door. Soon, the door opened and there was her mother, dripping wet, with a towel wrapped loosely around her body, her arms raised up, towelling her hair dry with another one. The towel she wore was utterly unsuited to the task of containing her mountainous mammaries, her pose simply raising up and pushing out her protruding boobs so that more than a foot of cleavage was on display.

“Ooh, sorry baby, I didn’t realise you were waiting out here. I would have been quicker otherwise.” She shrugged, and with this gesture her towel gave up the fight, loosened itself from around her body and fell, fluttering to the ground, leaving her voluptuous form completely bare in front of her daughter. Emily sighed on the outside, but inwardly, she was once again fuming with jealousy. “Oops, silly me,” giggled her mother, but made no attempt to cover up, “I hope you’re not embarrassed by seeing your old mother in the buff?”

She giggled Emily thought, she actually giggled. I didn’t think anybody actually giggled like that outside of badly written stories! Instead of verbalising these thoughts, she forced a smile and said, “No worries mum. I’ll just jump in the shower now, if that’s okay.” She tied to manoeuvre around her mother and avoid contact with her naked body, but her mother, still blocking off the bathroom, instead reached across and hugged her daughter to her wet, naked, busty body. Releasing her after a second, she collected the towel and headed off to her room.

In a state of slight shock and alternately fuming with jealousy and slightly aroused by her mother’s embrace, Emily went into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, she started to slowly disrobe. As she wriggled out of her long skirt, her best-kept secret was exposed to the still-damp air of the bathroom. Growing out of

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