Bingo! Her expression changed immediately. “Wait here. We have more training to do. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I allow Lexi to steal something else from me.”
Ethel’s advice was spot-on. Ten minutes later Mom returned with a mask, dressed in her robe. “Wear this.”
I sensed her lying beside me and heard her thick, cottony robe slide onto the floor. She guided my hands to her ribcage. “Okay, move upward and make a mental note of the texture, shape, and size. No funny business, either. This is about winning a trip, not groping your mother’s breasts.”
My heart raced as I cupped Mom’s tits for the first time. Pretending to analyze them, I caressed, squeezed, and kneaded her hefty mounds. Her panting betrayed her portrayal of a non-sexual diagnosis. My fingers traveled to her tips and lightly squeezed her hard nubs. She gasped and exclaimed, “Hey, I told you nothing but exploring. They’re very sensitive.”
“Sorry, Mom. I was measuring them so I’d know the length. I need to memorize the little bumps on your nipples.” She groaned as my fingertips traced all around her areola as if I were keeping count. Easing away from her tips, I spread my fingers to enclose as much of her tit flesh as I could and squeezed.
She said, “Hey, easy there tiger. You’ve had more than enough time acquainting yourself with my breasts.”
“I was trying to see how much more than a handful they are. It’s how boys judge tits. In any case, yours are the perfect size.”
Reluctantly pulling my hands off, I heard her tying her robe together again. Taking off my mask, I feared an angry face would be waiting. Surprisingly, she was smiling and her face was flushed with excitement. “Give me a minute to get dressed and we’ll leave. Hopefully, you’ll be able to correctly identify me.”
“I hope so, Mom.” Grinning, I added, “To be sure, we could repeat the exam and refresh my memory.”
“In your dreams, Mister. Wait here.”
*****
Ethel surprised me this time by leading Mom into the testing room before the others. I hardened as Mom took off her blouse and bra before lying on the bed. My eyes were locked onto Mom’s gorgeous body. I fondled her tits at home, but this was the first time I’d seen them bare.
With my attention focused on Mom’s body, I hadn’t noticed Ethel’s presence. She startled me when she affirmed, “She has great breasts, doesn’t she?”
“Exceptionally fine. I can’t wait to hold them again.”
She grinned at my eagerness. “Wait for my instructions before you touch your mother. You don’t have to be as careful this time. She was so anxious that she almost ran me over on the way in.”
Once I was in position, Ethel’s voice blared out her instructions. “This test is about a child bonding with his mother. Place your hands on both sides of the woman’s waist.”
Mom jumped a little when my hands held her bare sides. “Now move them until they’re on the sides by her breasts. Do not touch them.”
Mom’s breathing increased as I positioned my hands.
“Bonding is when a son nurses from his mother. Lean down and feed on the mother and try to determine if it’s the same as when you were a child.”
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