# Fumiko ### The Story of a Little Girl, Growing Up ### WebbyMuse ### Chapter Seven - "A Shopping Trip" Fumiko's Mom had been doing the washing and, as they usually did, going through the clothes with her two daughters. They would decide on which items to pass on to younger siblings, cousins, neighbor's [censored], or to take to Goodwill. She was saying... "Now here's a skirt that I can't wear any more. Do you think, Fumiko, that you might like it?" Fumiko studied it for a while, held it out, closed one eye and looked at it, then held it up to Lu to compare, "Well..." she started out. "Oh, Mom," Lu jumped in, "you know when we play dress-up we are always trying on your things." "Yes, yes," Mom said, half laughing, "sometimes it seems that half of the girls in the neighborhood are trying on my things, Sure keeps the washer busy. No, what I meant... is it out of style for you two?" "Some of it is," Fumiko finally responded, "but are you sure you don't want them any more?" "It's not that I don't want them, but age and motherhood have taken a toll on my once-youthful figure." Fumiko acted shocked, "Mom! You have a wonderful figure, everyone says so!" "Dad certainly thinks so!" Lu cut in. "Well my bottom hasn't stayed the same, I've gotten a little bigger in the rump." Mom looked a little down. "Dad likes that too..." Lu again. "Well thanks for trying to cheer me up. However, after we sort some of these things out, I think it's time we went on a little shopping trip... together." Lu and Fumiko acted surprised. They both knew that this was coming soon. But now they were overjoyed. Mom had almost always selected and bought her girl's clothes for them, usually without them even being there. This was going to be a very special event in their lives. The next day, bright and early, the three of them got in Mom's car and drove to the big city, and its large shopping center. Their much smaller town was on the outskirts of this major city and it didn't have all of the things that the city did. "Where are we going?" Lu asked while they were on the road. "Well... Fumiko knows!" Mom teased. "Oh, Oh!" Fumiko suddenly remembered, "You mean that place... that special place." Lu looked puzzled, "What are you two talking about?!" Mom would only say, "You'll see, Lu... and I think you'll like it!" Lu managed to keep an enthusiastic, but puzzled look on her face the rest of the way there. The building turned out to have a kind of 60's hippie look about it. "Very quaint," thought Fumiko, comfortable... a little old fashioned... we'll see..." Lu just stood there in front of the store with her mouth open. "Come on in, they're waiting." Mom called from the door.
Bubbly Irene
Just inside, in the reception area sat a woman who seemed about their Mom's age, short blond hair, and filling out a dark sweater to bursting. "This is Irene," Mom said, "she's the owner." "And these must be your two girls!" Irene bubbled as she stood, bursting out even more. Fumiko was thinking to herself that it was rather obvious why this woman would want to start a store like this one. "Oh, I've heard so much about you two." she said as she gave all of them a big hug, "And I see that we are going to have some work to do." As she felt her mountainous bosom competing with the girls' own growing concerns. "I'm so glad you called," she went on, "it's about time. You two are growing up so quickly." Irene was starting to break through Fumiko's usually cautious nature. Lu was still agape. Fumiko was trying to see what Lu was so agape about.
One picture read: "Thank You Very Much!" - Isabelle
Then she saw... all about the office were pictures on the walls. Pictures of well... bountiful women! Some were of women she didn't recognize, some were of other girls mothers that she did know. Some were even of teachers at her school, and some of their daughters. Some even looked like movie stars, or something like that. Irene saw the girls confusion. "Oh, you two! I'm sorry! The reason that I seemed like I knew you is that, in a strange way, I almost do! You see, your mother has been coming here for years. First for herself... and then... when you two blossomed, for your clothes. I have been dressing you two for years... and you didn't even know... well, we'll fix that right now." They then went into the main shop, which was, for obvious reasons, isolated from the street, with private areas for selecting, changing, and fitting. Some of Irene's customers were not so worried about privacy, however and were fitting themselves right there in the store's main room. "First, I'd like you to meet some of my saleswomen." she pointed, "Over here is Cleo, from your town. She seems to be busy right now helping Susan with her fitting."
Cleo and Susan Tugging and pushing!
Fumiko looked, and there was the one they all called Cleo, whom they saw around town, but didn't know much about. She was tugging, pushing and pulling, apparently trying to stuff parts of some girl into what looked like a silk tent. Fumiko wasn't quite sure who was going to win, Cleo, Susan, or the bra. While Irene was showing us around to some of the other side rooms, a tall blond woman with a delightful light pink bra came out of one of them.
Miss Malloy - Tall - Pink Bra!
"Oh, yes, girls I'd like you to meet Miss Malloy, one of my very best sales persons, and also a very good bra model in her own right." Well, there she was in her pneumatic wholesomeness, modeling a bra. But what a bra! Pink and lacy... and filled to almost perfection by the best assets of Miss Malloy. The girls rushed up to her and looked all about the bra. Touching and feeling the material, tugging and testing the fit and tightness. Miss Malloy had become used to this kind of reaction from the younger customers, so wasn't bothered at all. "We've got to have one!" cried the two excited girls, almost in unison. Mom looked at Irene and smiled. "Yes, yes, but we should look around, see more, before making up our minds." Irene announced, "By the way, girls, when you come here on your own, I will be your own personal salesperson. If, for some reason, I am not available, Miss Malloy will attend you. She is very good." As Irene led the tour further on she kept up the patter... "...You know we have a special material made up for our underclothes. It has fine fibres of Kevlar as a central core, around which are wound the softer, outer material. Cotton for softness, silk for beauty, even wool, sometimes. The Kevlar threads, of course, are the same kind used in bulletproof vests. This assures that the materials will hold up under the unusual stresses that they will encounter when worn by our very special clients." "God! Bulletproof bras!" Lu muttered. "Believe me, they need to be!" laughed Irene. They finally came to an ornate door, surrounded by filigree. "Here we are," continued Irene, "This is our own special, private fitting room, where.."
Linsey and her tape!
As she was speaking a woman appeared from behind a curtained door. A woman wearing a tape measure and nothing else! A woman whose breasts stood out so far that Lu and Fumiko watched in awe as first the tips of them appeared through the curtain... and then more breast... and then more breast... and so on until she was finally revealed in all her naked glory. "She must really be an expert on the subject." Thought Fumiko. Lu just stood agape, again. "Girls, meet Linsey," Irene went on, "she is our fitting girl. She will take your measurements for our record... and show you how to do it so that you can keep us 'abreast' of your progress. Pardon my pun!" They exchanged greetings, Lu shook hands with Linsey with her mouth still open. Irene finished, "After your fitting, please stroll freely around the store, it's part of the orientation. Feel free to pop into any door you want, we don't have too many secrets amongst us. Your mother and I will take some tea and discuss business." Linsey started out by explaining to the girls all about how body measurements and especially bust measurements are made. Some of this Fumiko already knew from her sessions with her mother. Lu, however, didn't seem to have a clue, but she was a fast learner. "The first measurement," Linsey was in a teacher mode, "is the rib cage measurement. This is the one most commonly referred to in bra sizing. It must be taken without taking a deep breath, in a normal relaxed state. If this is not done correctly it will result in a bra that binds and will be extremely uncomfortable... especially for women built like us." This had been one of the few times that Fumiko heard herself referred to as a "woman." About the only other time was when she was talking with Rodney. Linsey demonstrated first on her own ample chest. Then she said, "Okay, girls, shirts off!" She appeared quite appreciative when Fumiko's golden globes leapt forth. Fumiko felt quite flattered by this. But, when "little" Lu's hidden treasures bounced into view, she seemed quite surprised. "My goodness, and such a little girl, too!" They all giggled. She showed them how to do it, and then let them do it for themselves. Lu kept dropping the tape. Linsey said, "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it in no time. Just make sure that you place it correctly around your back. We want properly fitting bras, ladies! No slack, no bind, that's our motto!" Then she said, "Here's the other very important part. We have to take the fullest measurement. Like this..." Linsey had to put aside the standard yard-long tape measure and got one out of a drawer that was really just two standard ones sewn together. With practiced motion she then encircled her globes with the larger tape. She actually had to pull it a bit tighter than she should to make it fit around her "around-the-globes" trip. "You cheated!" Lu blurted, they all laughed. They then explored their own "around-the- worlds" first with some help, then helping each other, then by themselves. Fumiko was surprised, almost shocked to find that not only she, but "little" Lu both had to use the larger tape! "Now," Linsey went on, "we have to do a calculation to find out our general cup size." She showed the girls a chart which listed the different measurements and sizes and told them the recommended cup size for that particular measurement. "But," she cautioned, "charts aren't exactly accurate, so we use a formula..." Fumiko was glad that both she and Lu were good in maths. But, Fumiko was amazed when she did a quick mental calculation of Linsey's cup size. "It isn't even on the chart." she said out loud, not meaning to. "Oh, you mean mine," Linsey said, that's another good reason why we rather use the formula. Most charts don't cover us 'big' girls." Fumiko noticed that both she and Lu were on the very edge of the chart, on the verge of being "off- the-chart" themselves. "So that's it, Lu said eagerly, "we're done." "Not quite," cautioned Linsey, "for most women, that would be it. But, for us 'special' gals, we have to take extra measurements." "Aww," said Lu. "Ladies," Linsey went on, "you two are already past the point where it has become important to get it exactly right. Our bras are designed with 'large' women in mind, and the extra effort has to be taken." She then showed them how to measure the circumference, both hanging and pendulous. With surprisingly little difference in the girls case. How to measure tip to base, both top and bottom, width and spread. She then showed them a special form which she filled out for them, and explained how to fill it out. Fumiko thought that she would probably have to "team-up" with her sister for a while during these measurements. "Now," Linsey announced, "you're armed and dangerous! Go out and conquer the world!" More laughing and giggling. "What shall we do now?" Lu asked as they headed back into the main store. "Just wander around and see what we like," Fumiko answered, "what's in here?" as she opened a side door in the hallway marked "Meditation Room." There was a kind of soothing East Indian type music playing, it was kind of dark. There was an inner curtained doorway with a scent of incense coming from it. The girls ventured forth. "Good Lord!" Fumiko whispered. She could hear Lu's sharp intake of breath behind her.
Meditation!
As their eyes became accustomed to the light they could see that their first impression was a true one. There was the most amazing woman, leaning back on a cot, in a kind of Yoga position, eyes closed. It kind of reminded Fumiko of some of the exercises that Nurse Mirei had taught her. They withdrew quickly and quietly. "Holy cow!" Fumiko exclaimed, once the door was closed. "That's for sure," Lu joked. Fumiko went on, "Now I see why they need bulletproof bras! I mean, I thought I had great respect for Linsey being able to handle herself well... but this one... if she could even walk... it... it's a miracle!" "I hope we didn't disturb her." Lu said. "Maybe we should be more careful!" "They told us to explore, and that's what we're going to do!" Fumiko commanded. It did sound kind of funny, but on they went. "This room doesn't have any doors," Lu pointed to a side room which didn't seem to have any barrier to entering. They went in, cautiously... It was decorated sort of like a parlor or fancy bedroom. There were various women and girls around trying different things on, comparing, fitting, posing. "My God!" Fumiko thought, "it looked just like one of her own home 'parties!'" There were even some familiar faces... On the other side of the room they could see Betty's Mom, who, apparently, had come in for some "adjustments."
Betty's Mom - adjustments!
As she walked toward the girls, she waved at them. "She looks quite a bit bigger than before," thought Fumiko, "God! I hope she doesn't thank me!" She managed to hug Fumiko, even though you might have thought it an impossibility. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" Fumiko was really beginning to wonder if there wasn't some kind of joke being played on her. Lu just gave her a knowing look. "Oh, where's your Mom, did she come with you," excitedly, "I really have to talk with her about our party!" Lu pointed the way, and she went off. "I wish I knew what was going on!" Fumiko said to no one in particular. Lu looked at her for a moment, "You mean the 'thank you' thing? I think I know. Tell you later." They were interrupted by a call from the other side of the room, "Fumiko, Fumiko, is that you...? Oh, and you 'rittle' sista. Come on over and taaallk." It looked like Mai Lin's Mom, sitting down, making some adjustments in an obviously new, but already overflowing top.
Mai-Lin's Mom charming and sexy!
Lu was getting a little tired of being called "little," but would let it go for now, maybe she would grow out of it. "My goodna 'ow you grow!" she said, referring to Lu, "We gonna have to stop carring you 'Rittle' Ru from now on." Lu thought, "Relief, at last!" Fumiko had gotten quite used to her old-world accent and charm and she was always a lot of fun to talk to. "You came wit' you Mom... You two, sooo skinniee! But so so cute! Oh it your firs' time, isn' it?" Fumiko nodded. "Isn' this a wonnerful prace? I don' know what been happ'nin' to me ratery, but it... feel so good, and 'hubby' rove it!" "Have you try anythin' on, yet? You gotta try this one. Here!" she said, whipping it off. Fumiko started to reach for it, "Oh, no!" she said, "It neva fit you, honey. Let you sista try it. You know, when you fin' somesing you rike, all you gotta do is write down numba and they fit one for you... Oh, have you met Rinsey yet?" Fumiko assured her that they had been through all of the orientation, while Lu had popped herself out of her top and was struggling with the bra. Mai Lin's Mom helped her, "It a rittle tricky, but you get 'hang' of it soon. That it, Honey, just rean forwar' and 'hang' into it." The bra looked a little overstuffed on Lu. "My goodna, Honey, you makey me jearous! I might catch up soon, you see!"
Li Hsu svelte and sophisticated!
"Oh, here Ri Hsu, my niece. Come on ova, Ri!" a very svelte, sophisticated, older girl came sidling over from a group in the corner, "She gonna to correge in town. Fumiko, you gonna correge yet?" Fumiko looked Li Hsu up and down, saying, "No, I have a few more years yet." Li Hsu looked a little on the snooty side to her. She seemed friendly enough, though, "When you do, look me up," she opined, "I could probably help you get started." Was she being catty? Li Hsu's friends called to her and she went sidling off again. It seemed to Fumiko that Mai Lin's family were a little too full of 'cousins' and 'nieces.' "Fumi, you haffa meet Mary Ann. Oh, Mary Ann," she called, "come and meet somebody!" A woman who had her back to us turned around and the movement made the flimsy, totally inadequate robe that she had been covered with fall open.
Mary Ann - "Jeezuz!"
"Jeezuz!" thought Fumiko, "all the Mary Anns I've ever seen were small and petite. This one didn't just break the mold, she blew it into a million pieces. As she flew over to where they were it seemed as if her front lagged behind by a couple of time zones." But they all made it there, at least by the time she arrived, the rest of her wobbled in front of her for only a few seconds. "Hi girls," she said, meaning all of them, "are you enjoying your visit?" Mai Lin's Mom spoke for all of them, "Yes, honey, it been great! Mary Ann is the best Irene salesradies. She travel all over world serring they 'goodies.'" "You flatter me!" from a woman who didn't need to be flattered, "It is fun, though. Hard work, but fun. You must be Fumiko and her sister... what is it? Lu? You must let me help you, that bra is too binding on you." Mary Ann bent over to help Lu with her bra.
Lu - an amazing amount of stretch!
"There," she finally said, "these items are built with an amazing amount of stretch." "Coming from someone with an amazing amount of stretch of her own!" thought Fumiko. "Yes," she went on, "there's a great deal of adjustment for growth built in. But I suggest that if you like that design, you get one custom made." "Now, what about you?" speaking to Fumiko, "What could we fit you up with?" Picking up a very large blue silk bra from a nearby table and starting to undo Fumiko's sweater. Before, Fumiko didn't care to be touched by anyone but her mother, but this woman seemed to be very business-like and at least as nice and friendly as Linsey, so she helped Mary Ann unfasten her things. "Oh, we're a little shy, are we?" Mary Ann said just as the last of the last of Fumiko's 'layered-look' came off and her womanly wonders burst forth. "My goodness! We have nothing to be shy about, do we!" Fumiko stood there, exposed, feeling a litle embarrassed. "It's funny," she thought, "I wasn't embarrassed at school. Perhaps it's just the unfamiliar surroundings." But, the women in the room were friendly and warm, so Fumiko quickly got over it. "Well, this won't do at all," Mary Ann said, tossing the bra back on the table and leaving the room momentarily to get another. Fumiko confided in Lu, "That can't be right. I thought it was plenty big enough for me." "You've got to be kidding," Lu said, "look at yourself! You've going to have to spend a lot more time in front of mirrors!" Fumiko just stood there, naked from the waist up, thinking about it and looking at herself in a mirror on the far wall. Mary Ann popped in, just as quickly as she had gone. "How does she manage to move around so quickly?" Fumiko mused. "Here we are!" She said, holding up a thing made of yards of very pretty blue silk. "This might be big enough." Slightly kidding. "Are... are you sure?" Fumiko, uncertain again. "Let's try, shall we?" Mary Ann held it up to Fumiko's very full frontage. Played with the straps a bit, and finally managed to fasten it behind. The effect was amazing. Fumiko, who never really needed any lift, was suddenly... well... lifted! She couldn't believe the vision she saw in the mirror was her! Fumiko had never really needed bras for lift. Her own amazing torso had always proved more than adequate for the task. She just needed them to keep from jiggling and bouncing when she walked or ran. Here was a different story! Fumiko felt like some kind of princess... No! A Queen! It was the first time that she felt like she was really growing up! Lu watched with wide open eyes, "Oh, Fumiko!" she said, "It.. it's... gorgeous!" Mary Ann broke the reverie, "Here, you'll need the rest of the ensemble," showing her a silk panty- corset and sheer slip. They soon had it all on her and everyone in the room just stood quietly and watched. Fumiko did a couple of turns in front of the mirror, putting on her best 'modeling' poses. Mary Ann broke the silence, "You could be one of our next models!" The room applauded! "Oh, but I'm too short!" Fumiko looked suddenly dejected. "Nonsense! The rest of you more than makes up for that!" countered Mary Ann. Lu chimed in, "Fumi, you're absofralutely gorgeous!!" Lu sometimes made up words when she got excited. Fumiko and Lu spent the next few hours trying on other things, posing and modeling, talking with the other women. Sometimes even getting more applause. Both of them were an especially dreamy state the rest of the afternoon, Fumiko more so. They made arrangements to buy some of the better things that they had seen. Then they said a sad goodbye to the staff and denizens of the store, promising to return real soon. "How would you two like a late lunch?" Mom cut into their reverie. They both cheerfully agreed, having been famished from their tour. The three of them walked over to an outdoor patio-type restaurant and ordered cheeseburgers. Sitting there, they talked about the days adventures. Lu wanted to know about Irene, and why she said what she did. Mom finally relented, "You, see Irene and I go a long way back. We went to school together, had many of the same experiences 'growing up' that you two have been going through. When we graduated from college, she wanted to go into business. We both knew immediately what kind of business she wanted. I had met and married your Dad while still in college. Irene needed a business partner, your Dad was doing well in his business. It wasn't too difficult to get him to invest in her store, actually he would have done just about anything for me, still would!" "Anyway, we are kind of silent partners. I act as the go-between." Mom laughed, "The last time your Dad 'visited' the store he almost had a stroke... not really... it's just that, well... we didn't get out of bed for a week afterward."
Betty's Mom walked by on her way home, smiled and waved.
There was a lot of giggling coming from their table for a while, when it calmed down Fumiko said, "I notice that there are an awful lot of women here who look like they belong in our town." The other two looked around. There really were quite a few women who would have qualified for customers of Irene just wandering about the street and shopping center. Just across the street an Italian-looking girl bobbed by, in a hurry. "I bet they're fake," Fumiko was only dreamily skeptical. Lu butted in, "Are you kidding? After what you've seen today! How about yourself, are you fake?"
"...they bobbed along nicely"
Fumiko had to admit, "...they bobbed along nicely. If she was wearing a bra, it was doing a good job!" "What about her?" Lu said, gesturing carefully at a woman standing on the sidewalk. She was obviously being admired by some of the men sitting around the café� and standing on the sidewalk. She seemed a bit uncomfortable, it was a warm day, and she had on a large black sweater. She stood there, wriggling, looking as if something had come loose underneath.
Free at last!
All of a sudden, she let out a low moan, gripped the bottom of her sweater and whipped it over the top of her head, letting what could only be described as "Bazooms" blow up out of what was the tattered remains of her bra, sending pieces of it flying in all directions. "My God!" thought Fumiko, "she certainly had a full-looking sweater, but ... It's amazing what you can hide underneath one of those things! She couldn't be that large, that bouncy, and fake!" She had such a look of ecstasy on her face and seemed so relieved that all people could do was watch in amazement. Many of the female passers- by looked as if they could sympathize with her. "That answers that question!" Lu said, with finality in her voice. The lady, finally relaxed and at peace, plopped her prodigious front down onto one of the cafe's tables and, much to the waiter's astonishment, ordered lunch. He was not about to complain, she was drawing customers in. Fumiko's Mom made sure that the lady got one of Irene's business cards before they left.
"On the Road, Again!"
On the way home they spotted a biker lady out on a jaunt on her motorcycle. This normally would not have been so unusual, but the lady biker had also doffed her shirt, and the leather jacket, which would normally cover a lot of sins, was having no luck in covering her blessings. "It's spreading!" Lu said, cryptically. Fumiko wanted to ask her what she had meant, but there were more interesting sights along the road and the drive back was anything but boring. The next Friday, before the "Mom's Party," Fumiko and her mom were in her bedroom, which also doubled as a sewing room. They were working on various things, clothes, sewing, sorting, etcetera. Everyone else was gone for the day, and they were talking. Fumiko's Mom surprised her by asking, "How are you and Rodney getting along?" Fumiko suddenly was quite nervous, "Oh, we... we're doing nicely." "You two are becoming very close..." Mom went on. Fumiko was becoming more nervous, "Ah, well... he is kind of special..." trailing off. Mom pushed it, "Have you two been... well... you know?" Fumiko felt a little relieved, perhaps she didn't really know anything. "No, no," Fumiko shot back, then more quietly, "I'm too young for that sort of thing..." Then, catching herself, "what sort of thing do you mean?" Fumiko's Mom was still being mysterious, "Oh, you know. You know your father and I were just about your age when we, well... starting getting serious." "Well, I am serious about Rodney. But.. We haven't done anything... well... not much." "Not much?" Mom was being inquisitive. "Well... the other night... when we were doing homework together..." "Yesss..." "Well... we sort of... " "Sort of...?" "Well... sort of... played around. There, I've said it!" Mom didn't seem to surprised, "There's all kinds of 'playing around'." Fumiko didn't want to hide it any more, she always wanted to trust her Mom, and wanted her Mom to trust her. She went on, "Well, Mom, we... I... I didn't want to be older before we got close." "Close...?" "No sex! We just went exploring.. You know..." Fumiko's Mom smiled, looked very wise and said, "Yes, Fumi, I know. You had your first petting session, didn't you?" "I'm not a dog! Why do they call it 'petting'?" "It just means that you are getting used to the touch of each other, that's all. Tell me more." Fumiko broke down, cried a little, and said, "I just didn't want him to miss out on some things." "You're getting bigger, aren't you," Mom continued, "You know the very same thing happened to us, you father and I." "Yes, yes!" still crying, "I wanted him to be able to hold me in a special way before... before..." Mom held her daughter and patted her head, "You know, the very same thing happened to me. I was afraid that I would get so big that your Dad couldn't hold me in that special way. He was shy, too. We were in his car. I sat on his lap." Mom laughed, "We barely fit, even in the back seat. I let him reach up under my sweater. Even then, he could barely reach my nipples. I told him to hold them, to play with them. He was extremely shy, but he trusted me, and I thought, at that time, that he was in love. I certainly was. He was sooo gentle, sooo careful. He was afraid of hurting me. That night... he could have run over me with a truckload of elephants, as long as he held me that way, I wouldn't care!" "Mom, it was just like that with me, I mean us!" They both were crying by this time. When the tears starting drying up, Fumiko went on, "Mom, Oh, Mom! He was so gentle. I had to almost make him hold me in his lap. I had him hold me with my sweater on. He felt more comfortable like that. He has long arms, but they barely reached. When he held my nipples, even through the cloth, it was like... like warm electricity! We just sat there for a while. Then, when he became a little less nervous, I told him to rub them... more electricity! After a while I took his hands and moved them under my sweater. He hadn't touched my skin very much before. I didn't have my bra on. It's a good thing, I think that would have flummoxed him, the sweater was barrier enough!" Mom was smiling, still with tears, "Then what?" "Oh, Mom, we stayed like that for a long time. I felt him under me, he was becoming as hard as a baseball bat! I didn't want to do it then. I think if I did, it would have killed him. The sexual tension was amazing! But... then... I... I... did... something really..." "Nasty?" her Mom finished her thought. "No, not exactly nasty... Well... I wanted to relieve his tension, I wanted him to get used to holding me... I... had him... take off his clothes. I already had my sweater off by that time. He was about to burst his shorts. We... sort of... well... hugged each other! I mean, it was quite a hug! Broke world records, it did! Here he was, standing tall, very tall! Here I was, short little me, big hooters around his side, holding each other! When we're standing in front of each other, his... well... his nuts are about where my belly button is. But his... well, I'll say it, his cockhead just under my chin. His... well... the rest of it, lay neatly inside of my cleavage. Boy! was he excited! I thought he would explode! God! is he big!" Mom cut in, "Did you want to..." "Oh, Mom, I wanted to mount his rod and ride all night! I wanted to pump him like an oil derrick! I needed to ride that horse till I fell dead! ...of course, we didn't. I don't think I could have, my little thing is sooo small. But I wanted to!" "So, then what?" "Well... I still needed to help him, so I... well I... sort of rode his pole with my breasts. You know, sliding up and down. We were both so wet by then, we couldn't help but slide. He was getting very excited, but didn't really know what to do! We just sort of made it up as we went along. He had already squirted me on the chin a few times, but when he released, Wow! I mean, I think he hit the ceiling! That is, when my chin wasn't in the way! And he got bigger, Boy! did he! It rose past my chin, I even licked it a little. Up next to my face it looked sooo big! Then afterwards we just hugged for a while and I gave him a big, wet kiss. He looked a little ashamed or embarrassed. I wanted to reassure him. Well... that was about all of it." Fumiko's Mom broke her silence, "It was sex, you know. Safe sex, but definitely sex, with a capital X." "But, Mom, it was wonderful! It can't be all bad, can it?" "Fumi, no, never be ashamed of men and women being together. It is perfectly natural! I trust you. I even trust Rodney! You know what you just told me reminded me so much of your Dad and I. I think that you two have a bright future." "I haven't had any other serious boyfriends." "I know," Mom reassured her, "your father was the very first, when I met him, I didn't need any other. Some women spend their whole lives playing the field, I consider myself extremely lucky!" They spent the rest of the evening crying, hugging and talking about the past and the future. Next Time: Chapter Eight - "Moms' Day Off!"