“What’s going on in there?!” one of the men outside barked.
“Shit! I almost forgot about those two”, whispered Vicky. Donny simply stood there frozen, still not quite sure what to make of the situation; as one might expect from a young man exposed before his mother in such a way.
She keeps looking at your dick. She said it was big! Why did she say that? What is she getting at? Holy shit, her tits are god damn huge! They look like they’re gonna bust out of her bra. You’ve always kinda wanted to see them. Fuck, she’s your mom! Stop it!, thought Donny, besieged by his own internal conflict.
He keeps peeking at your tits. Poor boy can’t help it, just like you can’t help but take a peek at his young body, contemplated Vicky. She began to regard and rationalize her next steps, ..well, we’re in such a rush, and I guess it’s only fair if he sees me now. No, what are you thinking?! He looks so vulnerable, standing there like that. Wouldn’t it be the motherly thing to do? Why make such a big deal about our bodies? We’re all so caught up in hiding our bodies away in shame nowadays, what for? Not here, not like this! Why the heck not? Don’t be such a prude! No one has to know. It’ll be fun and harmless. What a memory it’ll be! Heck, don’t you remember that time you heard that in some past cultures, mothers gladly gave themselves to their sons as a right of passage? All you’d be doing is seeing each other naked! How tame!
“Well, there’s no way around it, Donny. We need to finish up here before these two make a scene. I’m just gonna have to square things up between us,” said Vicky as she took a breath and flung her arms around and behind her back. Her large breasts burgeoning outward as she fumbled with the bra restraint at her back.
What the f..?.. she’s taking her bra off? Shit! Has she lost her mind?, thought Donny as he stood there naked, eyes transfixed at the regrettably alluring display of his mother removing her bra so carelessly before his eyes.
“Yes, Donny. You’re about to see your mother’s breasts. Try and be mature about it okay? It’s not like you haven’t seen ’em before anyway, hun. Oh, and I don’t need to tell you that your father will not hear about this, do I? Good boy” said Vicky as she unclasped her bra clip. She looked confidently at Donny who shot back an approval-seeking look. Her arms wrapped back to her front as she delicately rolled the bra cups forward, looping them up and over her plump chest, setting her breasts free. There’s no backing out of this now, she thought.
“Well… don’t just stand there. Get your boardshorts on..” ordered Vicky as she turned her palms outward signalling impatience, but secretly she was attempting to cushion and lift her breasts slightly so as to improve their appearance; she was apparently self-conscious about her body image, even in front of her son.
Donny savored the sight of his mother’s rose-hued nipples; at the way her pale breasts appeared to swell defiantly outward, coming to rest lazily upon the inside of her arms.