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 "A Mother Knows"
   F/f reluc inc pett nosex
   "Aren't you warm in that?" Sally asked.  She was sitting on the bed, her
back against the pillows.  Into the room walked Serena, her daughter.  The
girl was huddled in a thick grey sweatshirt.
   "Mom," Serena huffed.  "I don't like my boobs."
   Sally laughed.  "What do you mean?"
   Serena sat on the bed next to her mom.  "Some boys at school kept
telling me I had tiny boobs.  They laughed at me." Serena's voice was soft
and wavering.
   "Aww, baby," Sally soothed.  "They don't know what they're talking
about. They just wanna see them, that's all." Sally smirked at her
daughter. Serena was silent, looking down and hugging her legs to her
chest.
   "Oh, come on, Serena, don't let them get to you," Sally urged.  "You're
a beautiful girl with so much to offer."
   Sally met her daughter's gaze, and she saw tears waiting to fall.  "I
feel like they're too small," she whispered.  She buried her face in her
knees.
   Sally's hand massaged her daughter's back.  "Oh, come now, Serena,
you're absolutely beautiful.  And your boobs are perfect."
   "No they're not," Serena's muffled voice drifted up from between her
knees.  "You don't know what you're talking about."
   "Then show me," Sally instructed.  Serena's face was incredulous as she
looked up at her mother.  "Come on, show me!" Sally exclaimed.  "Let's see
what the fuss is all about."
   "You want to see my boobs?" Serena asked skeptically.
   "Yes," Sally stated.  "I want you to show me what's bothering you."
   Serena's face spoke volumes.  "Oh, I'm your mother, for Christ's sake!"
Sally cried.  "I've seen you naked before.  This is no big deal."
   Serena's eyes studied her mother for a moment.  With a small shrug, the
girl lifted her shirt up and over her head, and tossed it to the foot of
the bed.  Then, obviously uncomfortable, she sat up straight, allowing her
mother to take a look.
   Sally smiled at the sight.  Serena's breasts were easily a C-Cup, soft
and rounded, adorned with perky red nipples that were quickly hardening. 
"My goodness, they're beautiful!" Sally exclaimed.  Serena blushed and
looked down at them.  "I don't know what you're worried about," Sally
spoke. "Because you have gorgeous breasts."
   Serena's face reddened further.  "You think so?"
   "Of course," Sally assured her daughter.  She reached a hand out and
grabbed Serena's right breast.  The girl flinched, but Sally pressed on. 
"They're so firm and round, a good handful," the mother said, cupping her
daughter's breast.  "And your nipples are beautiful.  So nice and hard."
Sally's fingers gently latched onto Serena's teat, and pulled at it.
   Serena shifted uncomfortably underneath her mother's touch, but didn't
shy away.  Sally placed her hands on each of Serena's breasts, and squeezed
them.  "You should be proud," she told her daughter.
   Serena blushed again.  "I guess they're not so bad," she whispered, a
smile creeping onto her face.
   "No they're not," Sally agreed.  "Those boys would be lucky to even
sneak a peek at those beauties, never mind get their cocks between them."
   Serena's mouth was agape.  "Mother!" she gasped.  But she was still
smiling.
   Sally winked at her daughter.  "Come on baby," she said, patting her
lap. "Watch some TV with me." Serena lay her head down on her mother's lap.
   And so they spent the evening, mother and daughter, sharing in their
favorite TV shows, while Sally's hands absently caressed Serena's bare
shoulders, the mother's hands occasionally straying south to massage her
daughter's breasts.  Serena smiled, not minding the attention.
   THE END
  
A Mother Knows