AUA: You can't take your mind off her tits - you have to see them.
From Create Your Own Story
"Yes..." you answer warily, reassured by how she handled your socks - though not yet convinced that she'd put up with much beyond that.
"Try me." she answers gamely, smiling as she shifts her weight and sets her assets a-jiggle beneath the thin fabric of her clothes, "Your mom would do a lot for you, you know... You don't have to be shy."
This strengthens your resolve a little, though not as much as your mother's pendulous DD's swaying just inches from your face as she stands before you, awaiting your command.
"Okay..." you reply, unable to help yourself from wincing a bit as the request passes your lips, "Could you... Show me your breasts?"
Rather than the look of utter shock and horror you expected, your mother looks only slightly taken aback at first before sighing and rolling her eyes. "I figured this one was coming..." she admits, stepping back from you a little and reaching behind herself to begin fiddling with her bra strap, "It's okay, though... I know boys your age are curious."
She meets your eyes, a rosy blush coming to her cheeks as she finally unclasps her bra, shrugs her way out of it, and allows it to fall to the floor from underneath her top before lifting her hands to cover the outline of her nipples as they jut out against the straining fabric of her top.
Her blush has reached a fever pitch by now, and the hesitation she hadn't shown before is now plain on her face. "H-hopefully you find a nice girl who will show you these without being ordered to one day..." she jokes, but the weakness in her voice and slight trembling of her arms makes her mounting discomfort all too plain.
By the time she starts pulling the hem of her top upward to expose the pleasantly chubby, untanned flesh of her torso she's practically hanging her head in shame, clearly not having anticipated that flashing her son would be so difficult.
But she continues all the same, and within half a minute the underside of your mother's pale, hefty tits are threatening to squeeze their way out from under her shirt. "I h-hope you like them, buddy..." she stammers as she lifts her top and looks away, her juicy jugs tumbling out into the open and swaying softly before your eyes.
They're perky despite their obvious weight, jiggling with every slight motion and maintaining an almost perfect spherical shape on her chest. They're more than enough to fill your hand - and her big, rosy areolas give way to hardened pink nipples that seem to flare from the attention.
"Good enough?" asks your mother nervously, moving to lower her shirt again.
