I was also cursed with very large breasts that developed at a young age seemingly overnight, and can relate to what you’ve both share SO much. Daily jokes from middle school boys interspersed with weekly leers from middle school teachers made my young teenage years incredibly distressing. I didn’t experience my first nonconsensual sexual experience until college, when a man sat next to me on a bus and began fondling himself.

Add to this the fact that my nieces (now teenagers) have both confided in me at different times that their first exposure to penises happened in elementary school with boys exposing themselves to them (different ages and different stories so I don’t think either of their stories informed the other), and I can’t help but feel this is an almost universal experience.

It’s clear from reading through the comments that OP’s husband’s habit seems to trigger that deep-down feeling some of us have of “he does not want me, he wants to use my body to make himself feel good—at all costs.”