EnDeared

Daisy avoided her husband when she got home and went straight to the bedroom to change. She stripped her top and then undid her bra, letting her breasts fall heavily as she slid her bra down her arms. Alone, she ducked into the bathroom to cup her breasts and tease them. She moved them, weighed them. Time spent with Dylan had reminded her how good it felt to go around without a bra. Even with breasts her size, bras sometimes felt like a punishment.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Daisy found herself truly satisfied with herself for the first time. She was not perfect, but the flaws she had seemed diminished when she considered Dylan’s interest. A boy half her age—a man, she corrected—was sexually interested in her. Looking at herself from his perspective, she didn’t see the small pooch of her belly or her love handles. Instead, she saw her curly blond hair, her big blue eyes, her wide hips and womanly curves. Daisy was short, with thick thighs and extremely large breasts. Even her long, fat nipples brought her pride. After all, Dylan seemed to love them.

She showered afterward and shaved, taking time to trim her pussy and shave it, too. She was smooth afterward, like she used to be when she was a teenager. When she was young, shaving down there was considered slutty. She used to do it anyway, but after her first daughter was born it didn’t seem right. She fell out of the habit. It was more common now, and she figured Dylan would like to see it, so she tried it again.

A few days passed before she got his next text. He asked to see her, and she agreed. Around the house, Daisy dressed like a normal woman, a mother. She had three daughters, and one of them still lived at home. While Daisy was happy as a slut, she didn’t know that she wanted her youngest to walk the same path. So, she dressed normally around the house until she got the text. Then, she pulled on a low-cut sundress and planned to leave without panties.

William saw her on the way out and called for her to stop. “You going out?”

Daisy paused at the door, her hand on the purse. She took a deep breath, sighed, and pulled her purse on with a smile. Turning, she smiled at William, though the smile was plastic. Behind her eyes, he could see a fire blazing. Her nipples showed through the material of her dress, her breasts swayed unrestrained. Her dress flowed around her like liquid and then hugged whatever inch of her it settled on.

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