I Begged My Best Friend’s Mum to Stop Touching My Virgin Pussy
I stand in the tiny changing room, staring at myself in the mirror. The prom dress is too tight across my chest. My huge t**s are practically spilling out, straining against the fabric. I’ve always hated them — the way boys stare, the way they make me feel like a freak even though I’ve never even kissed anyone.
“Um… Mrs. Harper? The zipper is stuck. Can you help?” I call out innocently. Sarah’s mum has always been so nice to me. Like a second mother.
The curtain slides open and she slips inside, closing it behind her. The space is so small. Her eyes drop straight to my breasts, lingering.
“Oh honey,” she says softly, stepping closer. Her hands brush my shoulders. “Let me see.”
I try to turn away. “It’s okay, I can—”
But h
