Emma, as youthfull as she is, has never been able to fulfill the typical societal expectation of a huge-boobed broad. Now that she’s Eighteen, it’s glaringly demonstrable her chest will forever be on the smaller side. She hasn’t let this aspect get her down though. In truth, she has a peculiar habit that she engages in, just for a laugh. “I constantly rummage thru my mom’s lingerie bevy,” she admits with a kinky smile. “She’s more well-endowed than I am, hence her boulder-holders are all droopy on me. It’s jokey! Tho, her frilly panties and g-strings do hug my posterior fairly prettily. To find wonderful boulder-holders for myself, I suppose I’ll have to go hunting for elegant A-cups or lacy bralettes someday.”

When it comes to make-up, Emma plays by her own rules, permanently blurring the lines between conventional and eccentric. “Sometimes, on a freaky quirk, I apply my mom’s bold lipstick on my hard nipples. They are diminutive and feel so nude, so the bright red brings them into prominence,” she confides with a timid chuckle. “I hope this strange revelation doesn’t give anyone a elevated eyebrow. Ironically, I’ve always wished to flash off like this to a boy, but I’ve been apprehensive about his reaction.”

Then there’s her closely guarded secret, a story that still controls to make her cheeks flush. “This incident involves one of mother’s old paramours,” Emma commences off, her voice barely above a purr. “He was doing some chores around our property that day my mom was away at work when he accidentally saw my habit of attempting on my mom’s undergarments.” Emma then relays the rest of the vignette with a giggle: “One thing led to another and soon enough, he was delivering me with some racy pleasure. The peculiar part was, I was standing upright, still garbed in my mommy’s overlarge brassiere. He gave me a really never-to-be-forgotten experience, leaning me over the bed… and I had the flawless sight of the scarcely scandalous vignette unfolding in front of the mirror.”