Potential - S01 E212

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Potential - S01 E212

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 212

Deana got up and walked towards the sink, stooped down and picked up a white button. She rolled it between her fingers, ignoring the others that were scattered about. Mental images of what she imagined happened flashed through her mind. Her body trembled.

When Mary told her daughter she needed to speak to her, Becky's expression immediately changed. "You're not in trouble," Mary said.

"I know, I didn't do

"Let's sit in here," Mary said, and walked into the living room. She sat on the couch.

Becky crashed down at the other end, facing her. "What's up, Mom? She looked nervous and defensive. "Did I do something? I mean do you think I'm doing something wrong?"

"No, Honey, you didn't do anything."

"Then why are we having a talk?"

That was a good question. Mary had decided to tell her daughter about impulse control issues, but she had no idea how to start the conversation.

"Because I want you to be aware of something. I want you to know I understand you more than you think. You're a lot like me. I mean, I was like you when I was your age."

Becky's skeptical smirk made Mary wished she hadn't worn a bra. Her bras were designed to hide her long, thick nipples and flatten the cones of her exceptionally pointy breasts. Hadn't they been a point of contention since she was eleven? All those glares from her mother and the other church ladies made Mary ashamed of her chest. Gym class confirmed her fears; something was wrong with her tits. Thank God Elizabeth constantly told her how much she loved them. She loved to look, touch, kiss, suck and flick the stiff caps across her clit. Mm, the girl would shove the hard, brown cone into her hot, juicy pussy.

Mary stopped being ashamed of her body once she left home. That was until her possessive husband told her to stop trying to entice men with her tits. Other mothers started giving her those same church lady glares. It wasn't her fault her nipples were so big and responsive, but she hid her features from the outside world. When Jason got old enough to get aroused, she had to do the same at home. Oops, except for those times in the bathroom. Evan saw her naked, and the boy hadn't stopped looking for her erect nipples since. Her son did the same, and that ashamed her, but she missed his stares when he stopped looking. Why had he started staring again?

"I'm serious, Becky." She wanted her daughter to trust her, but how much would she have to reveal? "I know what it's like."

"But you never do anything, Mom. You're like the model mother. You don't drink or smoke or anything. You don't even date."

"I'm not...wasn't-Listen, it's not what I did, it's why I did it, and how it happened. You ever do something and not know why you did it? Maybe you get a feeling or a thought, and without questioning it, you do something?"

"Is this about how I used to run outside without my clothes? I was a kid, then."

"Not really," Mary said, knowing that was exactly what this was about. "Some people have chemical imbalances in their bodies. People get depressed, too angry and lots of other things because of these imbalances."

"Is it because I peed on Paula's book bag? She said I was flat as a board and easy to screw."

"She shouldn't have said that, but did you take any time to consider what you were going to do or did you just do it?"

"Um, I don't know, it was awhile ago."

"Well why you did it is what I want to talk about," Mary said.

"She called me a slut!"

"I know, Honey. It was wrong saying that."

"So it was okay what I did?"

"Oh, no, no," Mary said. "Becky, I used to do things without knowing why, or knowing I was about to do something I shouldn't do, but doing it anyway. After, I'd feel guilty, but that didn't make me change." Mary saw the confusion on Becky's face.

"Huh?"

"It would start with an impulse, a thought or feeling, and I would reject it. Then this tension would build up inside me. It would get so bad that I'd end up giving in and doing whatever it was that I was thinking of. That always gave me a wonderful sense of relief and pleasure, then I was full of regret. Well, not always, but if I got in trouble for it. You ever get like that?"

Becky shrugged. "I don't think so, but what could you have done that was bad?"

"That's not the point."

"I've never even heard you swear, You're a librarian."

Mary's cheeks were flushed when she leaned towards her daughter. "I was with another girl, got caught with another girl, in church."

Becky's confused expression was replaced by a slack-jaw look of shock. Mary plowed on. "My father was preaching about doing the right thing, and I was having an orgasm behind him, behind the baptismal. We got caught by a deacon."

"I, ah, I thought your parents died when-

"No, Becky, no, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth. They are both alive, but I'm dead to them. They disowned me."