Small breasts mom forced topless

[michaelbenjamin]

As a Child growing up on Maui during the 1980's I remember being aware

of a few nude beaches. One was Little beach, which is still popular for

nudity to this day. A few others were not necessarily nude beaches per

se, but they were secluded, near Hana area and often beach goers would go

clothing optional, and topless women were not uncommon. My mother, who

was about 28 at the time if my math is correct, was married to a

domineering french guy, he was a big guy too 6'3 and every bit of 230 lbs

I am guessing, a former rugby player. We will call him Frank. He was an

asshole, I never cared for him. My mother was very petite build, slim,

maybe 110 lbs, tiny everywhere. And I was 9-10.

I remember a recurring conversation that I would hear was how all the

women in France went topless at the beach, even with children and family's

present. My mother, who was modest, not at all comfortable with public

nudity, and was insecure about her breast size was adamantly opposed to

this idea, and flat refused. I would overhear this discussion on several

occasions as a child. My mother would argue that her breasts were too

small, and she wouldn't be comfortable exposing them in public. As Frank

would press my mother to agree to go topless at the beach she would reply

"I don't have any boobs" "I am not doing it"

I was asthmatic a fair amount as a kid, and this one particular day I

was home from school sick with breathing difficulties. I was supposed to

be sleeping, we lived in this shack of a house, with basically plywood

walls. There was no such thing as privacy. I remember one of my mothers

friends coming over to visit. Pretty early on into the visit my mother is

emotional, recalling a recent incident regarding something Frank did. She

was describing a beach trip, they set up a towel with all of their

things, Frank invites my mom to go walking, there are trees near the back

of the beach, once inside the treeline, and out of site Frank secures

both of my mothers hands in one of his hands restraining her, then

reaches back and unties her bikini top, and stuffed it in his shorts

pocket. My mother is in tears relaying this story, and I was upset

listening, but continued to lay motionless in the other room so not as to

attract any attention.

My mother then goes on to describe in detail a humiliating experience

of being forced to parade around topless, her tiny breasts on full

display, on a crowded beach (Little Beach Maui). I remember her telling

her friend that Frank would not let her cover up, and kept "pushing her

hands down", while she pleaded with him to let her cover up. What was

interesting is, my mother seemed to be more concerned about the other

women she was being exposed to rather than all the crusty old creepy men

that frequented the beach as if the judgement and ridicule of other women was difficult to bear. She specifically noted "I had the smallest

breasts on the beach"

I don't have any more details about this event, but that is not where

the story ends. I do remember on multiple other occasions my mom and

stepdad coming back from the beach and my mother would be visibly upset.

The dead giveaway that she was forced to go topless was when she would

disappear into her room with a piece of aloe that she had broken off of

the plant outside. My presumption is to rub this onto her over exposed

breasts.

I have no idea how many times,or how often this took place but, at some

point I know for sure my mother capitulated to the idea of going topless.
One morning Frank invited me to go to the beach with them. I loved the

beach, and was stoked to go along. We were driving the long very winding

road to get to the far side of the island, Hana area. We arrive, plant

our towels and things down, my mother seemed anxious for me to run off

somewhere like I always would, and is shooing me off. I remember looking

back, and to my surprise she was voluntarily, of her own will, raising

her shirt over her head to reveal for all to see, her two small pointy

breasts.

After I had tired myself out hiking, and swimming, running around I

returned to our beach spot, to chill, and to my shock my mother made no

effort to cover up, and remained topless for the duration of our stay.
Moving forward this became a common thing. I had seen my mothers breasts

before, plenty of times in fact. She never wore bras at home for any part

of my childhood. I had seen down her top as a kid countless times. Even

as a teenager I remember accidentally catching glimpses as she bent over,

and her blouse opened up to reveal two small dangling breasts.

When I think back on these situations with my adult wisdom I am of the

opinion that my mom was being a big baby, and should not have made a big

deal about it. I know her and my stepdad vacationed in France, French

Riviera area. I would go so far as to guess that she learned to enjoy the

freedom. It was probably liberating.

Writing is not my strong suit. this is my contribution to the group.