[Flashback, last year, shortly after you turned 18]
It all began with a joke from your dad that he surely meant to be harmless but that it struck a nerve with you. You were watching an interesting tv show that explained the amazing abilities many animals possess, but they illustrated in a creative way, showing what it'd be like for people to possess those or comparing them to actual traits people have that are similar in principle.
In any case, when it was mentioned how several kinds of primates displayed their females' readiness to mate by presenting their swollen posteriors, something you already knew about, as you had read plenty of biology and animal books as a kid. But then, the narrator went on to say that not even humans are quite exempt from this and he explained that throughout history, women's butts have been a very attractive part of the body to men throughout history, and among the examples given were some statues of Aphrodite, how women were painted with thicker builds in medieval and Renaissance times and even that this was the very reason for the creation and popularity of bustles during the 18th and 19th centuries, and even what replaced it after, corsets, also sought to accomplish the same thing.
You were pretty baffled that all those things, which you knew about in varying degrees, were all originated from a very animalistic instinct. It sat wrong with you, despite knowing on an objective level that us humans are still animals, sapient ones but animals at the end of the day, mammals on top of that.
"Yeah, that's very much true" Your dad casually commented "Well, people still follow their cultural trends but this shows that even those fancy European nobles kinda craved the same as the lowly peasants"
"I thought that the thing about the poofy dresses was simply to look fancy" You said.
"Nah, the ladies knew that their milkshakes drew in all the boys in the yard, and they wanted to make sure theirs was the biggest around!" He said, you laughed to avoid raising suspicion but you weren't feeling too comfortable with this revelation.
"It was the best they could do, they didn't have our blessed genetics" Your dad added
"Why do you think the Spanish colonists wanted to marry our native women so desperately? They were tired of their bone thin ladies back in the homeland, they wanted some meat for a change" He chuckled.
"I mean, coming to enslave, burn and plunder was all wrong. But at least I can kinda understand why they wanted to convert the ladies to their religion to make them fit for marriage under the Church's eyes"
"I hadn't thought of it that way" You said.
"Huh? It should've been obvious, we've got living proof of it at home!" He replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Your mama, duh" Your dad said with a deadpan look "She's a descendant of the ancient Aztecs, proves that our native ladies have always been very well endowed"
"Dad, please" You narrowed your eyes in disgust.
"What? There's nothing wrong with appreciating my wife's beauty. It'd be wrong if I looked at other ladies though" He shrugged nonchalantly.
"U-Uh, I know! But this isn't the sort of things you should be talking about in front of your kids" You sighed.
"Come on, Blaise, you're not a kid anymore. You're more than old enough to be able to talk about these things" He said, patting your head "Legally, you're already a man. In reality, you'll reach full maturity at like 25 in terms of biology. But... no matter how old you are, even if you become an old geezer like myself, to your mama you will always be her precious baby."
The last part made you blush though. He didn't mean it in a bad way, and even you could understand that what he meant was that a mother's love was timeless because nothing changed the fact that you were once the tiny life she carried in her own body and nurtured for many years.
"Besides, it's very much in our culture and you could even say it's in our blood too. A figure like your mom's is pretty much the kind of beauty most of us Mexicans prefer, if we compare to the typical American models, at least up until recent years. When I was your age they didn't quite like their women to be thicc like ours, that's a trend that took off rather recently"
You looked away, further embarrassed. As much as you had embraced and loved your own heritage, these were the kinds of things you weren't very fond of. And it looked like your father sensed some of this to some extent.
"It's no secret I enjoy Miriam's big booty" He said, chuckling "Just don't call it big to her face. But, from an assman to another-"
"Wait, what?!" You interrupted him with a baffled look on your face.
"What? I can tell it flows in your blood too, you know?" He chuckled, ruffling your hair with his hand.
"They do say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all" He looked you in the eye and perceived your disagreement.
"You're going to tell me you don't also enjoy a nice and big plump rear on a lady?"
"Not really my thing" You sighed.
"Hard to believe when you have one that sits on you on the regular, and a pretty big one at that" Raphael chuckled.
"That's just what Lillian does" You facepalmed.
"What about the rest of your friends? Come to think of it, you kinda live surrounded by girl's or women's big butts. Kinda makes me wish I was your age these days... well, before I met Miriam, that is" He joked.
"Dad!"
"Okay, okay, chill" He laughed and decided to drop the subject, seeing that you were getting annoyed for real.
[End of flashback. But most of this chapter still refers to past events]
As much as it embarrassed you, he had a point. You had been aware since much longer than when you had that talk, but you didn't think it was a thing, you simply thought it was a flaw in yourself. Lillian definitely knew for sure, it was impossible to hide anything from her, she knew you far too well and could effortlessly read you like a book, and she definitely used this info to her advantage.
It was hard to trace the exact moment when you began to feel an attraction to that specific part of a girl's body, and even harder to tell if it was a natural tendency or if it was inadvertently instilled into you by Lillian, There was a time when her quirky antics, and even the way you bonded was more innocent, or it felt like it.
Like how she loved to have you use her huge ass like a pillow to rest on, despite the risk of getting farted on at point blank. Having been always tall for her age and with a chubby/chunky build that began refining her curves until around 7th grade, her butt was always particularly big and she loved the cushioning it provided. Sharing said cushioning seemed much more innocent before then, just like how some other times you rested on her lap or belly.
To be honest, with how much she teases you nowadays, you're not sure if she still likes it because it's a thing you two have done since way back then, or because of how much it makes you flustered now. But you feel that at least on your end it may have become irreversibly perverted.
Not too long after having become aware of this tendency of yours, way back in 7th grade, you've tried talking about it as indirectly as possible with your mom, the first adult figure you'd think of going for but her answer was similar to what your dad would tell you years later. She believed that having a preference was perfectly natural and that as long as you didn't behave like a creep or tried touching without consent, it was fine. It may also have earned you more teasing on her part even though officially, you were speaking in general terms.
Attempts at speaking about this with your Aunt Betty turned out similar minus the teasing. And talking about this with Sheila resulted in much more of that. Dolores was more like your mom and you were far too embarrassed to bring this up with your grandmas, feeling that grandma Xóchitl would have a field day with it, given her own very matronly figure that she's proud of.
With your dad largely unavailable because of work, and unwilling to disclose something this intimate to teachers or school staff, there was only another option left: your friends. But of course, most of them were out of the question, such as Jen, she was probably the last person you'd tell anything of the sort since the whole objective of this was to make yourself not look like a hopeless pervert in her eyes. Lillian, for rather obvious reasons was not an option either.
Cindy is by no means a bad friend, but in between her personality and the fact that she feels like a little sister, it wouldn't even make much sense to go to her for advice when the reverse was the far more plausible option. This left just one amongst your friends that you could trust: Zuemy.
Despite being as quirky as Lillian in almost the same way and sharing a similar sense of humor, you could tell that she was the one friend who shouldn't judge you. And your long friendship with her, second only to Lillian's meant that you were most likely close enough to each other. She'd been sharing you some of her more intimate thoughts with you for that very same reason, knowing you wouldn't judge her nor spill the beans, so maybe it was about time to ask her to return the favor.
Thus, ever since about mid 7th grade, Zuemy became your unofficial therapist/counselor. Her great intellect sure helped matters, and in some ways, you had grown less uncomfortable over time to open up to her like that. She still maintained that there was nothing wrong with you though, and that people simply developed preferences whether by an innate affinity or by how they grew up, the cause didn't matter too much because the end result was the same.
"So... that means you've enjoyed it all these times you've humored my stuff, huh?" Zuemy said, giving you a cheeky smile.
"Zuemy please, not you too"
"To be fair, that's a relief. I kinda suspected it already but didn't know for sure. I would've felt bad if you were completely disgusted every time I've sat on your face" She said, playfully slapping one of her sizable cheeks "Plus, I don't mind throwing a friend a bone, as long as we're both single no one's hurt"
It all began with a joke from your dad that he surely meant to be harmless but that it struck a nerve with you. You were watching an interesting tv show that explained the amazing abilities many animals possess, but they illustrated in a creative way, showing what it'd be like for people to possess those or comparing them to actual traits people have that are similar in principle.
In any case, when it was mentioned how several kinds of primates displayed their females' readiness to mate by presenting their swollen posteriors, something you already knew about, as you had read plenty of biology and animal books as a kid. But then, the narrator went on to say that not even humans are quite exempt from this and he explained that throughout history, women's butts have been a very attractive part of the body to men throughout history, and among the examples given were some statues of Aphrodite, how women were painted with thicker builds in medieval and Renaissance times and even that this was the very reason for the creation and popularity of bustles during the 18th and 19th centuries, and even what replaced it after, corsets, also sought to accomplish the same thing.
You were pretty baffled that all those things, which you knew about in varying degrees, were all originated from a very animalistic instinct. It sat wrong with you, despite knowing on an objective level that us humans are still animals, sapient ones but animals at the end of the day, mammals on top of that.
"Yeah, that's very much true" Your dad casually commented "Well, people still follow their cultural trends but this shows that even those fancy European nobles kinda craved the same as the lowly peasants"
"I thought that the thing about the poofy dresses was simply to look fancy" You said.
"Nah, the ladies knew that their milkshakes drew in all the boys in the yard, and they wanted to make sure theirs was the biggest around!" He said, you laughed to avoid raising suspicion but you weren't feeling too comfortable with this revelation.
"It was the best they could do, they didn't have our blessed genetics" Your dad added
"Why do you think the Spanish colonists wanted to marry our native women so desperately? They were tired of their bone thin ladies back in the homeland, they wanted some meat for a change" He chuckled.
"I mean, coming to enslave, burn and plunder was all wrong. But at least I can kinda understand why they wanted to convert the ladies to their religion to make them fit for marriage under the Church's eyes"
"I hadn't thought of it that way" You said.
"Huh? It should've been obvious, we've got living proof of it at home!" He replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Your mama, duh" Your dad said with a deadpan look "She's a descendant of the ancient Aztecs, proves that our native ladies have always been very well endowed"
"Dad, please" You narrowed your eyes in disgust.
"What? There's nothing wrong with appreciating my wife's beauty. It'd be wrong if I looked at other ladies though" He shrugged nonchalantly.
"U-Uh, I know! But this isn't the sort of things you should be talking about in front of your kids" You sighed.
"Come on, Blaise, you're not a kid anymore. You're more than old enough to be able to talk about these things" He said, patting your head "Legally, you're already a man. In reality, you'll reach full maturity at like 25 in terms of biology. But... no matter how old you are, even if you become an old geezer like myself, to your mama you will always be her precious baby."
The last part made you blush though. He didn't mean it in a bad way, and even you could understand that what he meant was that a mother's love was timeless because nothing changed the fact that you were once the tiny life she carried in her own body and nurtured for many years.
"Besides, it's very much in our culture and you could even say it's in our blood too. A figure like your mom's is pretty much the kind of beauty most of us Mexicans prefer, if we compare to the typical American models, at least up until recent years. When I was your age they didn't quite like their women to be thicc like ours, that's a trend that took off rather recently"
You looked away, further embarrassed. As much as you had embraced and loved your own heritage, these were the kinds of things you weren't very fond of. And it looked like your father sensed some of this to some extent.
"It's no secret I enjoy Miriam's big booty" He said, chuckling "Just don't call it big to her face. But, from an assman to another-"
"Wait, what?!" You interrupted him with a baffled look on your face.
"What? I can tell it flows in your blood too, you know?" He chuckled, ruffling your hair with his hand.
"They do say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all" He looked you in the eye and perceived your disagreement.
"You're going to tell me you don't also enjoy a nice and big plump rear on a lady?"
"Not really my thing" You sighed.
"Hard to believe when you have one that sits on you on the regular, and a pretty big one at that" Raphael chuckled.
"That's just what Lillian does" You facepalmed.
"What about the rest of your friends? Come to think of it, you kinda live surrounded by girl's or women's big butts. Kinda makes me wish I was your age these days... well, before I met Miriam, that is" He joked.
"Dad!"
"Okay, okay, chill" He laughed and decided to drop the subject, seeing that you were getting annoyed for real.
[End of flashback. But most of this chapter still refers to past events]
As much as it embarrassed you, he had a point. You had been aware since much longer than when you had that talk, but you didn't think it was a thing, you simply thought it was a flaw in yourself. Lillian definitely knew for sure, it was impossible to hide anything from her, she knew you far too well and could effortlessly read you like a book, and she definitely used this info to her advantage.
It was hard to trace the exact moment when you began to feel an attraction to that specific part of a girl's body, and even harder to tell if it was a natural tendency or if it was inadvertently instilled into you by Lillian, There was a time when her quirky antics, and even the way you bonded was more innocent, or it felt like it.
Like how she loved to have you use her huge ass like a pillow to rest on, despite the risk of getting farted on at point blank. Having been always tall for her age and with a chubby/chunky build that began refining her curves until around 7th grade, her butt was always particularly big and she loved the cushioning it provided. Sharing said cushioning seemed much more innocent before then, just like how some other times you rested on her lap or belly.
To be honest, with how much she teases you nowadays, you're not sure if she still likes it because it's a thing you two have done since way back then, or because of how much it makes you flustered now. But you feel that at least on your end it may have become irreversibly perverted.
Not too long after having become aware of this tendency of yours, way back in 7th grade, you've tried talking about it as indirectly as possible with your mom, the first adult figure you'd think of going for but her answer was similar to what your dad would tell you years later. She believed that having a preference was perfectly natural and that as long as you didn't behave like a creep or tried touching without consent, it was fine. It may also have earned you more teasing on her part even though officially, you were speaking in general terms.
Attempts at speaking about this with your Aunt Betty turned out similar minus the teasing. And talking about this with Sheila resulted in much more of that. Dolores was more like your mom and you were far too embarrassed to bring this up with your grandmas, feeling that grandma Xóchitl would have a field day with it, given her own very matronly figure that she's proud of.
With your dad largely unavailable because of work, and unwilling to disclose something this intimate to teachers or school staff, there was only another option left: your friends. But of course, most of them were out of the question, such as Jen, she was probably the last person you'd tell anything of the sort since the whole objective of this was to make yourself not look like a hopeless pervert in her eyes. Lillian, for rather obvious reasons was not an option either.
Cindy is by no means a bad friend, but in between her personality and the fact that she feels like a little sister, it wouldn't even make much sense to go to her for advice when the reverse was the far more plausible option. This left just one amongst your friends that you could trust: Zuemy.
Despite being as quirky as Lillian in almost the same way and sharing a similar sense of humor, you could tell that she was the one friend who shouldn't judge you. And your long friendship with her, second only to Lillian's meant that you were most likely close enough to each other. She'd been sharing you some of her more intimate thoughts with you for that very same reason, knowing you wouldn't judge her nor spill the beans, so maybe it was about time to ask her to return the favor.
Thus, ever since about mid 7th grade, Zuemy became your unofficial therapist/counselor. Her great intellect sure helped matters, and in some ways, you had grown less uncomfortable over time to open up to her like that. She still maintained that there was nothing wrong with you though, and that people simply developed preferences whether by an innate affinity or by how they grew up, the cause didn't matter too much because the end result was the same.
"So... that means you've enjoyed it all these times you've humored my stuff, huh?" Zuemy said, giving you a cheeky smile.
"Zuemy please, not you too"
"To be fair, that's a relief. I kinda suspected it already but didn't know for sure. I would've felt bad if you were completely disgusted every time I've sat on your face" She said, playfully slapping one of her sizable cheeks "Plus, I don't mind throwing a friend a bone, as long as we're both single no one's hurt"
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May 12, 2023
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