Unclasp her sports bra
From Torg Adventure
You pull her sports bra over her head, and her heavy bosom breaks free of its prison. You break the kiss and look down, just in time to see gravity take hold over the heavy rack. You feel yourself drawing in a large breath, as her breasts are exposed to you.
They are...magnificent. You just look down and stare for a few moments, before your mom gets embarrassed and crosses her arms to hide them.
"You're beautiful, Mom. Absolutely beautiful," you say, and mean it.
Her tits have sagged a little, from age and breastfeeding, but they still stand proudly out from her chest. Two huge globes, 39DD, with saucer-sized areolas at their centers. Protruding from the dark saucers are nipples the size of erasers. You think about them in awe, as you realize they are the same nipples you once suckled on as a child.
She giggles shyly at your words, lowering her arms so you can get another good look at her rack.
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
"Really, Mom," you grin at her. "Could I...you know...touch them?" Your heart is beating a mile a minute and your cock almost painfully hard. You want to pounce on your half-dressed mother right now, but try to control yourself.
She hesitates at the question you asked her. Little do you know, but she's soaking wet inside her panties, and needs a good fuck as much as you do. But she struggles with her conscience. He's my son, she thinks to herself. I can't do this, can I? Eventually passion wins out, and she feels herself nodding.
"OK, John."
Tit massage / Push her down and give her what she REALLY wants / Stop and get back to the mission
