Mothers with very busty daughters

Sometimes, it starts earlier than expected. Say at nine years. By the time she’s 11, she’s slender as a rail, very obviously several cup sizes larger than you, and growing fast! It seemed every day those breasts looked bigger, heavier and far more powerful than your own! Brassieres and tops were a nightmare as she burst out of something weekly. You found yourself replacing things continually!

Every morning, you woke up to see a chest that looked like a young boys – smooth and hairless. Every day she dressed, your daughter menaced bras and spaghetti straps with destruction, and threatened to spring buttons free from blouses. How could your daughter be so young and still SO much more developed than you? You weren’t the only one to wonder. Men looked. And you could see the same question in their eyes. Moreover after making careful comparison, men dealt you the humiliation of letting their eyes rest on HER. You realized they couldn’t help it. And she saw and realized it also.

That realization plus puberty changed your relationship. As life’s juices flowed, you knew that you had to keep her will in hand. Many boys and men would want her. Those are often stormy years. Daughters can push back HARD. But the push back YOU got wasn’t what you expected … and this is where things got interesting.

It didn’t help that just being beside your daughter made you feel like a little girl. What was worst – SHE picked up on that also! At some point between 11 and 13, she began realizing how the game works. If you scolded or tried to discipline her, the ‘push-back’ response became sexualized. She knew instinctively how to use her assets. Even before you began your riot act, she slipped into a dominant ‘hand[s] on hip’ pose. Her breasts rose with her temper. When you started talking about boys and men, she thrust them out at you obscenely.

At some point, she began mocking and humiliating you. Perhaps it was when you tried to tell her what boys and men would do … she began undressing herself … she lifted those enormous monsters … licked her lips … invited you to say again what they’d do … OR, perhaps she’d ask if you were jealous. Or why men always looked away from YOU and toward HER. ‘A man wants a woman who can keep him warm, mom …’

The worst part, I suppose was that you knew that she was 100% right. Not only that, she knew that you recognized it.

She humiliated you. She made you envious. Perhaps she even aroused you by what she said and did. She used her sexuality to beat you down and reduce you. Did she make you admit that your daughter is a better woman? Did she interject herself between you and a man you wanted? Did she make comments that drove home her superior femininity in public situations?

If you’re a comparatively flat-chested woman with a busty daughter, tell us how this shaped your relationship and what ‘war stories’ unfolded around you. How did you come to feel about your own self, and femininity and sexuality? How was rearing this daughter harder because she was very busty and you were very not?

Or maybe, you're in the middle of this. If so, what is happening?

By Anonymous

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