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(Been working on a tumblr request while getting things in order for other stories. Figured I would share n.n) 

Hazel was just pulling on a top that would show off the tattoo on her shoulder blades when her phone buzzed. It was Rara.

[I’m turning onto your street, should be there in a few! <3]

She grabbed her jacket and made a dash for the front door. Coming down the stairs, her mother was nowhere in site.

“Going out with Rara. Home by one. Love you bye!” Hazel said it in a rush, hoping for once her mother did not realize what she was saying until she was out the door and in her girlfriend’s car. As usual though, her mother stepped between her and the front door with the mancing grace of a large grizzly. 

“What was that?” She spoke in that tone of hers which was quiet but still carried a weight. Tall and in extraordinary shape, her mother was all kinds of imposing. She had an air of proven confidence about her, like she had handily beaten something inordinately difficult. Not once, but so many times that she was sure anything else would be trivial in comparison. 

“I said I’m going out and I’ll be back by one.” She tried to step around her mother and found herself blocked by her mother’s paradoxically enormous boobs. Her measurements were so drastically different between bust and waist, Hazel was sure her mother’s tits were fake even when though they did not look like it. And that was only part of why they were weird.

Hazel could never recall noticing the massive endowments while her mother was dressed in her sharp suits for work. In the evenings and on weekends though, the more than head-sized teardrop-shaped mounds were very evident. Like now, when they were straining a cami so much her plump areolae were visible. “What did I tell you about going out at night?”