PROLOGUE

All her life Lindsey had been fascinated by her mother’s breasts. Specifically her nipples. Specifically the fact that she only had one, what remained of the areola of her left breast crowned by an old, jagged scar where the pink nub should have been.

It wasn’t until she was eleven that Lindsey had asked her mother about it. They had been taking their dog Lancer on a walk through a local park. It was a hot July day so mother and daughter had forgone clothing except for footwear, her mother had a pair of sandals and Lindsey wore pink flip-flops. They where hardly the only ones, almost everyone else in the park was completely nude except for the occasional hat, some people even going barefoot.

As they walked along Lindsey noticed a boy and girl, they looked to be high school age, fucking beneath a tree. As she watched her hand almost absentmindedly drifted to her still mostly per-pubescent pussy, her fingers lightly stroking her outer folds. Mother and daughter stopped to let Lancer investigate a bed of flowers next to the walkway and Lindsey looked up at her mom to see that she too had taken note of the free show occurring a few yards away, licking her lips as she watched the young couple fuck. Unlike her daughter she didn’t actually touch herself, but she did press and rub her thighs together as she stood watching.

However Lindsey maintained her attention on her mom, her eyes, as often happened when her mother was topless, going back to study her scared breast. It was far from the most extreme disfigurement she had ever seen, a boy at her elementary school one year older then her had let his father cut off, cook, and eat his penis as a birthday present. Lindsey had heard that he wanted to be castrated too now, apparently without a dick he was having a hard time satisfying the new desires that came with the onset of puberty and would just as soon be rid of them. She had seen him naked a few times on hot, clothe-less days, she’d found the sight of the short stub that was all that was left of his manhood strangely erotic, and especially liked the way it left his balls better exposed without a penis dangling down in front of them.

Margret watched the two teens fuck for a few more moments before glancing at her daughter. She smiled when she saw that the young girl was once again gazing at her nipple-less breast. She reached up and cupped her tit, her thumb rubbing its ruined summit. Lindsey’s eyes widened, and she looked up to see her mom smiling knowingly down at her before returning her gaze to her breast and fondling hand. As she stood there a question occurred to her young mind, an obvious one, but one she had never thought to ask before.

“Mom, why do you only have one titty?”

“College.”

Lindsey ripped her eyes away from her mother’s breast to star quizzically into her face.

“My sorority,” Margret elaborated. “It was part of the initiation.”

Her daughter’s mouth fell open. “They cut off your nipple?” she asked almost incredulously.

Margret glanced down at the scar on her breast. “Not exactly cut.”

At that moment Lindsey’s mother noticed that their dog was starting to dig up one of the flowers, and with a sharp cry of “No!” she pulled the dog by his leash back to her side.

“So how did they take it off?” Lindsey asked.

Margret shook her head. “It’s a secret. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find out one day.”

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A few hours later Lindsey stood in her room naked, studying her developing body in her floor length mirror. Her chest was still almost completely flat, a slightly thicker layer of fat beneath her nipples the only sign of her coming breasts. As she looked at herself she raised her hand up to toy with her left nipple.

As long as she could remember it had been the plan for her to go to Berkeley like her mother, and with any luck get into the same sorority. Lindsey looked up to her mother and had always liked the idea of following in her footsteps.

She examined the pink nub between her fingers, trying to imagine what it would be like to not have it there. She knew without asking that however it was removed it would hurt- most likely a whole lot. She’d heard somewhere that pain was the greatest aphrodisiac, but that hadn’t been her experience. But then again she was only beginning to grow into her sexuality, and scraping you knee or twisting your ankle while running probably didn’t count as ‘erotic’ pain.

She’d been to parties where people where snuffed before, usually before, or more often during, being prepared to be the main course. Their demise was usually very painful, but they never seemed to mind, she remembered a year ago where her cousin had volunteered to let her legs be amputated and cooked for diner. She had screamed in pain, but she later claimed to have had the best orgasm in her life from just the feeling of her leg being sloppily sawed off at the hip. The next night she let them snuff her and eat the rest of her body.

Lindsey imagined herself like her mother, tall, curvy yet fit, with perky, medium sized breasts, the left one caped by a sexy scar where a second, redundant really, nipple used to sit.

The lose of her nipple and whatever pain that came with it would be a small price to pay for being like her mom.T

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