It surprised me that both her parents were quite tall, but what really shocked me was her mother.
It was easy to notice the blood relation between her and this body. Although her brown hair was different from mine, I shared the color of her eyes and many of her facial features
However, what really left me dumbfounded was her body. Large, heavy breasts that seemed to bounce with every step she took; wide, child-bearing hips that easily swayed as she moved; a narrow waist with a little bit of pudge in her stomach that did not detract to her beauty but gave her a motherly air; long shapely legs that passersby couldn’t help but stare at. In short, well-endowed without being disproportionate, it would be difficult to find such alluring beauty even in magazines…or porn videos.
I could feel thrill and fear coursing through my body in equal measure. I thought I understood when Oliver said that he didn’t want to experience female puberty, who wants to experience cramps and periods, right? but it was much more than that.
If Oliver’s mom is an example of what he would look like as a grown woman, he was probably fearing his body betraying him and growing more and more feminine and voluptuous as he developed until nobody could ever mistake her as nothing but an extremely sexy woman.
Oliver could have escaped his plight, but now it was me the one that will have the experience of growing into such a fine specimen of curvaceous feminine beauty. Not that I was entirely dissatisfied, I am sure her looks and height would be a boon in the future, but the size of her assets was making me feel butterflies in my stomach.
I escaped out of my trance as Oliver’s parents stepped closer and I saw the recognition in their eyes.
“Oh hi, my name is Dahlia” I introduced myself a bit awkwardly, but after Oliver excitedly made the introductions, we chatted for a while and I could notice that they were happy for Oliver and myself to be doing so well.
After a while Oliver left with his parents and I couldn’t help but notice in their expressions and gestures how supportive and close his family were, and that made me smile in turn.
Well, I also might have secretly checked Oliver’s mom ass as she turned back… for research purposes, but for good or for bad, I could see through the silhouette of her skirt that she didn’t lacked anything in the rear department either