I probably came across as an airhead.I noticed all of the attention paid to my rather prominent bosom. Guys had wonderful conversations with my boobs. I'd have to trim them back a bit. I felt like a freaking cow. A girl shouldn't feel so conspicuous, at least that way.When we got back I started researching the corset. Was it in use in this period? (yes it was). Were we wearing them? (no). The moment I could, I stuck my hand up."While it wasn't considered acceptable for a proper young lady to go about without one," she said, "it did happen. It was considered an odd quirk, usually corrected right away." I think I got far more attention than I should have," I said. "My boobs weren't confined very much, and they seemed to attract everyone's attention." You'll get that in almost any culture," she said. "Ironically, that doesn't apply in those cultures where women don't conceal their bosoms. People accept them, and while they look, they pay more attention to what they can't see. Tomorrow. Very own slut mother."Laura gasped at the words she was hearing, while continuing to look at herself in the mirror."Do you like hearing that?" Meredith asked. "Does it make you excited that it will happen soon?" Yes. It does." Tell me what you like about it."Laura took a deep breath, "I want to be submissive to my son. i****t has always been my strongest fantasy since I was young. I don't know why. And I never thought I would ever actually experience it. The thought of actually doing something with Jacob in real life is absolutely surreal to me."Meredith cupped the left side of Laura's bra with one hand, and she slid her other hand down Laura's panties to stick her finger inside her vagina."Oh my, you aren't k**ding. You're dripping wet down there." I've never felt anything like this," Laura stated nervously."Have you ever been with another woman before?" the saleswoman asked."No..."She smiled, "Then I suppose I have something else to teach you."With that said, Meredith leaned over.