AUA: Ask her to get breast enhancement surgery
From Create Your Own Story
You had always been a good kid. Kind, generous, polite... But as you stare at your mother's trembling form, tits bared before you, something changes. You recall your sexual frustration - the many nights you spent jerking off to videos of trashy blonde girls with big, fake tits.
And as you turn over you and your mother's unique legal arrangement in your mind, you begin to think that you could possibly obtain the same thing in real life... If you can just work up the courage to ask for it.
"They're really nice..." you compliment sweetly, deepening her blush, "But could you take off your top, mom?"
Though she fixes you with a pained expression, she does as she's told and pulls her top up over her head before letting it fall to the floor, fat DD's jostling lightly as her torso is bared for you.
You go on to stare at her chest appraisingly, to the point where her blush deepens and she raises her hands to cover the nipples.
"Are you satisfied, buddy?" she asks, her blue eyes pleading, "Will you let me put my top back on?"
You sit back for a moment, as if in thought. "Actually, mom... Could you go out and make them bigger today? I heard that there was some kind of surgery they could do..."
Your mother's eyes go wide as you trail off, clearly not expecting your request. She seems to forget her toplessness as she moves over to you and sits down on the coffee table, her breasts dangling free as she gets serious with you.
It's all you can do not to stare while she chastises you.
"I'm sorry, honey... But this... 'Slave' thing doesn't make me your doll." she says softly, resting her hand on yours, "I like my breasts the way they are... And I know we have money coming in as long as I obey you, but that doesn't mean we should spend it unwisely on something like plastic surgery... Okay?"
She smiles for the first time since she started lifting her shirt, giving your hand a squeeze as if certain you'd see reason after that lecture... But the horndog inside is too powerful to resist pushing further.
"But we don't get any money if you don't do what I say, right?" you ask, testing the limits of your power, "So you should do it... Or we won't have any money at all."
Your mother grows colder as you inflict the logic of your situation upon her, obviously hoping you would just change your mind about the request.
"So, this is really how you want it to be?" she asks, lips pursing, "Okay."
You watch in bewilderment as your mother reacts by pushing out her chest, eyes becoming half-lidded as she bounces her bare tits in your face like a stripper!
"How big do you want mommy's tits, baby? E-cup? H-cup?" she asks, looking seductive as hell though there's iron in her voice, "How bad do you want mommy's back to hurt for you? How much respect do you want the men in her life to lose for her, hmm?" she asks sharply, squeezing her jugs together mere inches from your face.
Guilt begins to tear at the fabric of your resolve - you hadn't considered how much this request would ruin her life... But your fanatacism for giant, fake tits overpowers your kind nature yet again.
"M-cup..." you answer simply, and in a small voice, your heart dropping into your chest as you watch the disappointment on her face harden into disgust.
"So, you want me to become a slut for you?" she accuses flatly, promptly ceasing her little show for you and straightening up, "If that's what my little boy wants, that's what he gets. Right?"
She stares at you with narrowed eyes, but something like hope gleams in them, as if she's offering you a final chance to redeem yourself.
"Right." you reply, finally managing to inject some certainty into your voice.
She stiffens as if you'd just struck her, saying nothing and blinking away tears as she slowly rises from the coffee table and retrieves her fallen clothes. She slips them back on and leaves the room just long enough to grab her purse... Before promptly crossing the living room and slamming the front door without so much as a glance in your direction.
You lie down on the couch as you hear her car leaving the driveway, the shame of what you'd just asked of your own mother eating away at you. You lie like this for several minutes, gradually regretting your actions more and more... Until your smartphone vibrates on the coffee table.
You pick it up and see you've received a text from your mom.
Mom:
sorry buddy
Mom:
I lost it a little bit back there
You can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief as you read the texts from your mom, and reply immediately.
You:
its okay
Mom:
I'm at the surgeon's office now
You freeze at the sight of this text, having thought for sure she was texting to say she wasn't going through with it. But, as you're planning your reply, your mom sends a photo.
It's your mother's hand holding the hem of her shirt up as she'd done before, bra tugged down on both sides to reveal her bare DD's. Judging from the background she's in a bathroom stall.
Mom:
you sure these aren't good enough for you? <3
You're hard instantly. Not only are your mom's tits mouthwatering as they are, but to have your own mother texting you pics of her naked breasts is supremely arousing. But you remain firm, now knowing that victory is within your grasp.
You:
please, mom?
A long pause ensues; and then:
Mom:
okay, buddy. anything else you want?
You cheer inwardly, having finally succeeded at winning her over without rupturing your relationship as mother and son.
But her question is tantalising; IS there anything else she should do for you while she's out? Possibilities begin to form in your mind...
