This is a work of fiction but it’s based off my own personal fantasy.
It’s true, isn’t it? We’re literally the physical manifestation of half their DNA. We depend on them for survival from birth, use their bodies to sustain ourselves until we can sustain ourselves. And who teaches us to do so?
Mothers are so much more than the name implies. They create, nurture, protect and mentor us.
Out of love? Maybe. But why do they love us? Because we’re theirs.
Their flesh and blood.
Hopes, dreams and fear.
And they are ours.
Our first friend, first teacher, first line of defense, and the list goes on.
It doesn’t end when we leave the womb. Not when we’re weaned off their breasts. Not even when we start forming friendships and relationships, building skills and growing into ourselves. We’re tied together for life. Their love for us never ends and we don’t know how fortunate we are for that.
That is the reason why their advice needs to be taken. How can you be sure your academic advisors, political leaders, even your friends or lesser relatives, have your best interests in mind?
Some may find it concerning that, in lieu of a pizza party or sleepover, my mother gifted me my first set of lingerie for my sweet sixteen. I was embarrassed too but after I tried it on, I understood! I had been looking on the Agent Provocateur website in private but I must not have been a careful as I thought. Instead of being mad, she was showed me it was okay to want to be sexy. She complimented me nonstop and hugged me so tightly that day. I learned to embrace my body and femininity, not to to shy away from flaunting it. Just in case I forgot, she snapped a few pictures as a keepsake and hung one up in our main hall.
When I asked if I could get my belly button pierced, she didn’t hesitate to say yes! My friends were so jealous when I told them. It must suck for them to have such uptight mothers.
We went to the piercing shop the next day. Seriously, I think she was more excited than I was because she went over to the jewelry section as soon as we got into the shop ?. By the time they were ready for me, she already had a handful of silver, gold and pink rings. She assured the piercer we could come back another day if my weight was a problem, which made my cheeks burn. I hadn’t thought much about my stomach before but it always seemed normal to me? My thoughts were interrupted as the piercer motioned for me sit up on the table.
“I wouldn’t worry, she has the perfect amount of fat for it. See?”
The woman clamped a section of skin around my belly button to prove her point.
I figured she must have gotten squeamish from that because she made a weird face and look away after the body piercer said that. She only tuned back in when the woman ran through the aftercare spiel, recommending something clothing adjustments to ensure my piercing wouldn’t get caught on anything.
I held my shirt up and out of the way as we returned to the car. I was so relieved when she told me that she’ll drop me at home and head to the mall herself to pick out my new wardrobe. She promised to pick up a year’s supply of crop tops, crop sweaters, low-rise leggings and shorts for me. I felt guilty that she’d have to do it alone but I made sure to express my gratitude by giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
I’ll admit, I haven’t always been so grateful for what my mother does for me.
It was hard adjusting to a new diet and working out with a personal trainer in the middle of sophomore year. In the beginning, I’d feign period cramps to get my way out of sessions and sneak off to McDonald’s with my friends. It was boring only having grilled chicken, salads and smoothies, and doing Pilates. Looking back, I feel bad that my friends’ moms didn’t care as much about their health and fitness. I was lucky that mine cared enough to cut off my bad habits when she did or my body would look a lot worse than it does now.
It paid off though! Without her, I wouldn’t have sculpted my butt so nicely or toned my stomach so well. I don’t panic when we go to the beach or need to wear a coverup the whole time. I can happily stroll around in a two-piece. At least when people stare, it’s with a smile on their face.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lrcvat/a_daughter_is_her_mothers_fflesbianincest
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