Sooner Or Later You Become Your Mom

We went to the beach as usual. I was 11, old enough to feel embarrassed. In particular about my privates. My mother had 5 kidos, and she came from a family of seven. She didn't have time for modesty. That day we had been swimming, which meant our swimsuits had sand in them. The rule was hard, no exceptions. You strip off your suit and wash down with the hose before going into the house.

It applied to me, and my 14 and 17 year old sisters, to grandpa and aunt Hilda. That they were naked didn't bother me, that I was naked did. I had this ridiculous peach fuzz, my nipples were big but my tits were small. And my butt wasn't so skinny any more. I felt like a freak. My sisters were already women with real tits and bushy fronts. Happy about it, but not me.

It didn't matter, my suit was stripped off, standing in line my aunt Hilda, already naked, controlled the hose to wash us off, hold up your leg, open your butt cheeks, let her wash out your hair, then take a towel dry off and go inside and get dressed.

This last summer, my eight year old was upset at being washed down in front of her father and her two boy cousins. "Suck it up, you are not special, wash down and get yourself dressed and come help get dinner ready.". I have become my mother.