Amber Comes Back down to Earth

As the shocks of her first orgasm wore off, Amber's mind slowly opened back up. She was lying on her bed, gasping for breath, her fingers still shoved into pants. As she sat up, she heard a frantic knock at the door.

"Amber baby, are you alright? Do you need to pray?" Amber recognized her mother Veronica's voice through the door. As her mother began to twist the door handle, Amber noticed a large wet spot covering the crotch of her jeans. With a slight squeal she grabbed one of her pillows, clutching it to her body just as her mother burst into the room.

"Amber baby, we heard you scream, are you alright? Were you attacked by a demon?" Veronica rushed to Amber, clutching her face in her hands as she searched for what she called "demonic signs".

Amber rolled her eyes. "Ugh, mom no, I just... saw a spider." Amber's mind was racing. She had never told a lie before -- not to her parents, not to anyone. But then again, she had never masturbated before either. What was wrong with her?

"Well it never hurts to be sure baby... demons are sneaky you know! They'll trick you and slip right into if you let them. Filling your head with sinful thoughts, twisting your body in unnatural ways... I saw a demon possession once, did you know? It was when you were just a little girl..." Amber sighed heavily as her mother continued to poke and prod her. Yes she DID know, her mother mentioned this story almost like clockwork. As her mother continued to drone, Amber found her eyes slowly drawn to her mother's chest. Veronica was wearing a V-neck shirt, a rare choice for the normally over-modest woman. Her tits were large and shapely enough to stand out no matter what she wore, but when she dressed like this her cleavage drew the attention of everyone in the room. As Amber gazed at her mother's tits her mind turned to the images that had been in her head: her mother's body, breasts slapping together while she got fucked. Amber gulped, her legs beginning to feel slightly damp. What was going on? Why did looking at her mother suddenly make her feel this way? It... it had to be her breasts. There was something about them such that she just couldn't tear her eyes away. As if in slow motion, she saw her hand reaching up before slowly squeezing the flesh of her mother's large breast.

"...and the preacher said if I hadn't exposed myself they wouldn't have been able to stop the sex-addled demon from -- OH!" Her mother cried out in shock and surprise, grabbing Amber's wrist. "What do you think you're doing young lady? You can't just go touching your mother's breasts like that!" Anger flashed in Veronica's eyes along with something else Amber couldn't quite recognize, before softening as she looked at her daughter's face. "Oh honey, I heard you talked to that boy you like... John, right? You... you don't feel pretty, do you?"

Amber looked up at her mother in shock. "H-how... how did you know?"

"Well, honestly I meant to talk to you about this before, but when you touched me just now it reminded me... your breasts still haven't come in... you're feeling insecure about your body, aren't you? That's why you did that, isn't it Amber baby? You wish you had... bigger breasts? Like mine? You know, it's okay to feel ugly sometimes. Every woman does, even me!"

Amber felt confused. She WAS insecure. She DIDN'T feel pretty. Her mother seemed to know exactly what she was going through, but... that wasn't why she had squeezed her mother's breast. There was something else, some other feeling that was driving her. Still, it was rare that her mother was this **** with her. "I... I know I'm ugly." Amber was only trying to continue the conversation, but as soon as she said the words, the reality of it hit her. She WAS ugly. No one would ever look at her and desire her. Not just Jack, but NO ONE. She was hideous, despised, unwanted. She would never be loved because she was a flat-chested, acne-scarred, no-ass fatty! Amber burst into tears, falling onto her mother's waiting shoulder. Veronica held her daughter as the tears shook her, waiting until she quieted down before speaking again.

"I know you don't want to hear anything about 'inner beauty' right now baby... so I won't say it. Whether we like it or not, us girls are defined by our appearance from the day we're born until the day we die. What you're feeling is normal, okay? It's totally normal to feel like... like no one could ever want you." Amber turned her tear-stained face towards her mother, listening intently. "The fact is, no girl is born pretty, and no girl stays pretty forever. To tell you the truth... I was downright ugly for most of my life." Amber snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah mom, and I'm a supermodel. You have no idea what it's like for me! You walk into a room and all the boys drool over you, even the ones my age! I walk into a room and... everybody tries to look at something else. You've always been gorgeous, you could never understand."

Veronica stopped and stared at her for a moment before opening her mouth to speak. "Amber Emmanuel Fall, you listen to me and you listen to me good." Amber shrank down. She could tell that what she had said had made her mother angry. "I have been on this blessed earth for... a number of years, and no young girl is going to tell me what I can and can't understand! I get it. You think the world is falling down around you and that no one will ever love you because you're ugly. Well tough luck. Sometimes the boys we like don't like us back, and nothing you do is gonna change that. Now I never told you this, but believe it or not, your father was not my first choice for a husband. Don't get me wrong, I love him to ****, but the first man I ever loved was a man I met back in college. James Avery was his name... he was tall, rugged, handsome... not to mention kind, hilarious, and quite intelligent. I was instantly smitten, as was almost every girl that met him! I felt so jealous back in those days, trying to make sure that I would be the girl he chose -- and he made me feel special too. I was the only girl he was close friends with, and we were nearly inseparable. I was his friend for three years before I told him that I loved him. I told him that he meant everything to me, and that I'd do anything to be with him. I told him he was my best friend and that nothing, not even ****, could keep us apart if only he wanted me too. Do you know what he told me?" Amber shook her head slowly. She had never heard her mother tell this story, not even once. She knew that this was a special moment, one shared by a mother trying to comfort her daughter, and that she'd probably never hear this mentioned again. Veronica stared at the corner of Amber's room as she spoke, her voice shaking and tears coming to her eyes. "H-he told me... 'I think I can do better'. This man, this man that I had confessed everything to, that I was willing to DIE for, told me I'm not good enough. Because 'I'm more into girls with big tits.' That's what he told me. That my TITS weren't big enough for him."

Amber gasped. "He said that to you? To YOU?" Amber gestured vaguely at her mother's chest. "But... but you... your... they're HUGE!"

Veronica laughed. "They weren't always, Amber baby. I told you, I've felt ugly too. And never uglier than I did at that moment. I felt disgusting, unwanted, and unloved. I wasn't a pretty thing to look at back in those days. I thank heaven that there aren't any photos of me! Guess I wasn't the sort of thing people wanted to take photos of. Amber baby, the women of this family are late bloomers. Always have been. My senior year I met your father. He saw me for who I am, and loved me despite my appearance. I know the women at church like to gossip that I 'seduced him into the fold', but the truth is he wasn't attracted to me for anything except who I was. It was only after we'd been dating a few months that my breasts started to come in, my acne cleared up, I lost some weight, and... well, now I look like this! I'm happy with the way I look, but don't for a second think I let it define who I am or what I'm worth. About a year after your father and I had started dating, James showed up at my door."

"He did? What happened?" Amber asked.

"He told me that he'd made a mistake. that he wanted me now. That if I said the word he'd whisk me away to his home and we'd make love."

"What did you say?" Amber pressed breathlessly, leaning in closely.

"I told him that I'd been seeing someone else. Someone good, someone who loved me for me. I told him to get lost and to never come back."

"And then?"

"And then... and then he kissed me. Told me that if I didn't want a relationship then 'maybe we could just fuck'." Amber gasped. She had never heard her mother cuss in her life, in any situation. "He pulled me in and kissed me and told me to forget about Stephen and give into a wild night of passion. No one had to know, it would just be me and him, exploring each other's bodies until dawn. He told me I was beautiful, gorgeous, perfect, everything he had ever wanted in a woman. he told me everything I had always wanted him to tell me for all those years..." Amber didn't realize she had been holding her breath until her mother back down at her. She looked at her mother's eyes and asked a question she was almost afraid to hear the answer to.

"What did you do?"

Veronica smiled at her daughter. She was still so young in so many ways, but it was important that she learn this lesson. "I told him to get lost. I loved your father and I didn't love him. See Amber, it's not worth finding a guy who will love you for your body. They're fickle, they won't stay even if they tell you they love you. They don't know what love means, only lust. You can get any man if you're his idea of sex, but the only meaningful relationships you'll have are with those who would love you..." Amber's mother pulled back her nostrils and stretched the corners of her eyes and mouth, making the "ugly troll" face that she used to scare Amber with as a baby. "...even if you were an UGLY OLD TROLL!" Amber screamed in surprise and laughter as her mother pushed her and began to tickle her.

"AHAHAHAHAAAaa NOOOoooOOooo!!!!" Amber laughed as she curled up on the bed. "MaaaAAAkeeE it STTooOooooOOPPP!!!"

"Yarr, not until ye pay the BRIDGE TOLL OF TICKLES!" her mother cried, falling on top of her as she poked and prodded her daughter's body. Eventually they both collapsed, exhausted. They laid there in silence, until Amber spoke quietly. "...Mommy?"

"Yes, Amber baby?"

"...I feel a lot better now."

"Good, I'm glad." Veronica said with a smile.

"And mommy?

"Yes?"

"... I love you."

Veronica got up, untangling herself from her daughter before rubbing her cheek. "I love you too, sweetie. Remember, James only loved me when he thought I was pretty."

As Veronica walked away, Amber felt a slight lurch in her stomach. She watched her mother's ass as it swayed gracefully down the hall, images of herself cupping it and slapping it coursing through her mind. She shook her head. Her mother had said these feelings were normal, she was just insecure. Once she was beautiful it would all be fine. Amber grinned and hugged herself, falling backwards onto her bed. Her mother had said that all the women in her family were late bloomers...

"I'm going to be beautiful!" she thought to herself. 'You can get any man if you're his idea of sex'... her mother's words rang in her mind. She knew it wasn't the point her mother was trying to make, but it was the one that mattered. Jack would want her if she was sexy. She didn't care about meeting someone who wanted her for her, she already was in love with the man of her dreams. It was destiny. She could wait until she became beautiful, but how long would it take? Her mother had blossomed senior year of college... that was far too late. Jack and Olivia would probably be MARRIED by then. "He can make you worthy..." the words whispered through Amber's mind and were gone an instant later.

Suddenly, she had an idea. Picking up her prayer book, she wrote a new prayer: "I pray to be pretty". She didn't know if it would work, but it was worth trying. She would do ANYTHING for Jack.