Brian eased his right hand down until he could feel the backs of his fingers press into his mother’s breast. It was firm, yet her skin was silky. Her breast moved as he pressed on it. He paused for a moment before running his hand back up towards her neck. He brought it to his mouth and licked his fingers while she watched, astonished.
“You touched my boob…” Her voice was gentle, sexy, and she sounded as shocked as she was. She looked at her son who had a pleased look on his face.
The glass was empty and Brian put it down beside him. His mother had relaxed some and he could see a bit more of her cleavage, although not as much as he had down her tank top.
“I bet it’s not the first time.” he told her.
“What?” His question confused her.
“When I was a baby — didn’t I touch them when you fed me?”
Lynn giggled as his question brought back memories. “Yes. Even when I wasn’t you were always reaching out to them,” then she paused a moment “but they were a lot bigger then, so I guess they were in your way when I held you.”
“How much bigger?” he asked.
“They ended up growing to a D-cup.”
“Wow…” he hissed.
Lynn laughed at her son’s reaction. “You might think that, but I’m glad they never stayed that big.”
“What are they now — a C?”
Lynn jerked her head back and her eyes grew wide. “How’d you know that?”
“Just a guess.”
“A good one.” she told him.
More of the side of Lynn’s left breast was exposed now. Brian looked at it, captivated by it’s shape and size. With his right hand he reached out and ran his fingertips up it, stroking it and pressing in to it. His mother’s breast yielded to his touch and moved about some. It felt heavy as he slipped his fingers under it and pushed it up.
Lynn bit her bottom lip as her son stroked her tender skin. He should not be touching her there she knew, but was too overcome by arousal to stop him. She pressed her thighs tighter together, enjoying the pressure on her clit it caused. When she felt his finger graze her hard nipple she knew that if she didn’t stop him then that the situation would soon escalate far beyond what she was ready for.
“Okay… that’s enough, Brian.” her eyes narrowed as they met his.
Brian eased his hand away from his mother’s body and rested it on his thigh.
“Okay. Time for you to leave. I have to finish my bath and get dressed.” his mother told him.
Brian did not want to leave but knew he had better not try to pursue things with her further than he had already — at least not now. He picked up the empty glass and wine bottle then stood up, looking down into her eyes. She was inspecting the tent in his shorts with a dreamy smile. Brian paused for a moment, making sure she got a good look at his package, then turned to leave.
Lynn waited for the sound of the door clicking shut before she let go of her legs and leaned back in the tub. Her left hand immediately went to her breast where her son’s had been earlier and she tugged at her nipple. She rubbed her clit until she came in a series of waves that washed over her then got out of the tub.