AUA: Ask her to cook topless for you
From Create Your Own Story
Though you're reassured by your mother's new "rule" - that you could look as much as you wanted - you're still afraid of setting her off again. All the same you can't resist throwing in yet another condition as you accept her offer.
"Sure!" you reply enthusiastically, "But... Could you make it for me without a shirt or bra on?"
Rather than appearing frustrated with your request, your mom simply looks weary as she tries to tantalize you into going easy on her.
"Again?" she asks, trying to flash a seductive smile as she lifts her hands to perk her clothed tits again, "Don't you like my new top?"
You nod, smiling sweetly. "It's awesome." you answer truthfully, "But I want to see how they look now... With nothing covering them."
Your mother blushes for the umpteenth time that day, shame clearly written on her face as she reaches down to start lifting the hem of her shirt again. "Okay, buddy..." she reluctantly agrees, "Usually they wouldn't look good at all so soon after surgery... But our savings let me get a quick-healing, less invasive procedure..."
She pulls her "S L U T" top up over her head slowly, as if hoping you'd ask her to stop before it reaches her bustline... But you don't, and she avoids your gaze as she peels the baby tee from her body to reveal her gravid M-cup tits straining a lacy pink bra.
"They also gave me a special... 'fleshlike inlay' they said..." she murmurs shyly, crossing her arms beneath her hefty boobs and causing them to moosh together with astounding similarity to how naturals would behave, "It's supposed to make sure they can still move and... Jiggle like normal..." Despite their realistic movement, though, you can still just barely hear the sound of the silicone implants groaning as they're shifted around inside her tits.
You wonder inwardly if they'd included that little detail, or if she'd requested it... But either way, even just the mention of her fake tits' specifications fills you with confidence.
"Good, mom." you answer, "Now take off your bra."
Your mom opens her mouth as if to say something, but ends up simply bowing her head in submission as she reaches behind her back for the second time that day.
The bra flutters to the floor, and your eyes are met with the biggest, healthiest-looking pair of fake tits you've ever seen. Perfectly spherical, squeezable jugs as big as your head rest perkily on your mother's chest, even sporting a mild but realistic sag from the sheer heft of them.
You can see the flesh jiggling with her every breath, her previously large areolas stretched even larger across her overstuffed breasts... And her nipples are erect and as flaming red as her cheeks, which deepen in hue every second your prying eyes remain on her slutty body.
Your staring rapidly gets to her once again, her arms rising, (and mostly failing) to cover her bare boobs as she casts a wistful glance toward her top and bra discarded on the floor.
"I-I'll go get dinner started..." she offers, her eagerness to escape your gaze for even a moment all too clear as she beats a hasty retreat toward the kitchen.
You're about to follow when her smartphone vibrates nearby, sitting on the end table next to where she'd dropped her shopping bags. The text your mom just received shows plainly on the screen:
Lisa:
Listen to yourself! My god he's your SON!!
Aunt Lisa... You remembered your mom had told you that she hadn't been around in so many years because of a bad argument they had once... But here they are, texting eachother.
Interesting. Your mom seems desperate to avoid you in her topless state, so perhaps you'll have the time to read the rest of their texts from today? After all, you happen to know that her phone password is her PIN - and her PIN is your birth date...
