143. Mother Wakes Up

'Boobs are the best…' The thought drifted hazily through my mind while my tongue still rolled around her stiff nipple, the soft, heavenly taste of my mother's breast filling my mouth.

"Mmm…" A low, sleepy moan suddenly leaked from her lips. My heart skipped a beat. I pulled back at once and snapped my eyes up to her face. Her mouth had parted slightly, another soft breath escaping, but her eyes remained closed. She was still asleep, yet the quiet sound made it clear she could feel the tingling on her nipples even in that state.

I must have gone too far. The realization hit me hard, followed quickly by a sharp wave of guilt. This was my mother. No matter how good it had felt, what I was doing was wrong. Swallowing the thick feeling in my throat, I slowly and carefully began pulling her bra back down into place.

It proved more difficult than expected. The tight lace struggled to contain her again, the cups fighting against the heavy, overflowing flesh of her breasts. I had to gently lift and adjust each side, coaxing the soft mounds back into the too small fabric.

'I wonder what her actual cup size is…' The idle thought crossed my mind before I quickly shook my head and forced myself to focus on the bra again.

After another moment of awkward adjusting, I finally managed to settle the tight lace into a position that at least looked mostly normal, even if it still strained against her.

I moved on to her nightgown next, carefully gathering the open fabric and starting to fasten the buttons from the bottom up. The middle button, the one that should have sat right at the fullest point of her breasts, had already been missing from the start. Now the top button was giving me trouble as well. Every time I tried to force it closed, the heavy swell of her chest pulled the fabric too tight, making it nearly impossible to slip the button through the hole without tugging hard.

The soft rustling of cloth felt too loud in the quiet room. Afraid the noise might finally wake her, I gave up and slowly drew my hands back. I stood up straight, leaving the front of her nightgown partially open and her deep, milky cleavage still clearly exposed.

After a quick check to make sure there were no other obvious signs of what I had done, I hesitated for only a second before lifting my hand toward her shoulder.

"Mom… wake up. Mom." My voice came out rougher than I expected as I gave her shoulder a firmer shake this time. The guilt still sat heavy in my chest, but I kept my expression as normal as I could manage.

Her eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. For a moment she looked disoriented, staring blankly at the ceiling. She lifted one hand and rubbed her eyes with the back of her fingers, letting out a soft, sleepy breath while she gradually pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed.

"Alex…? Baby, what are you doing here?" Her voice was still thick with sleep. She continued rubbing her eyes as her vision cleared, finally focusing on me standing beside the bed.

"M-Mom… I-I was just…" My face burned hot with nervousness, the words sticking in my throat like I had been caught in the middle of something unforgivable. I couldn't look her straight in the eyes.

She still hadn't noticed the state of her nightgown. The top button remained undone and the one below it was missing entirely, leaving a wide gap that exposed the deep milky cleavage between her breasts. From where I stood I could clearly see the black lace of her bra and the soft inner curve of her flesh, even a faint glimpse of her areola peeking from the edge of the cup.

"Hm? Are you feeling alright?" She asked, finally noticing how red my face had become. Her gaze followed mine downward, and landed on her own open chest.

A sharp gasp escaped her. Both hands flew up to cover her breasts as the realization hit. She quickly twisted her body away from me, her face turning a deep shade of red in pure embarrassment.

"M-Mom, I'm sorry… I was only trying to wake you up…" I blurted out, both hands raised in front of me as panic and guilt flooded my chest. My face still felt burning hot.

"It's alright," She answered quickly, her voice soft but clearly embarrassed. She fumbled with the top button of her nightgown, trying to close the gap while keeping her other hand pressed firmly over the missing button lower down.

"You don't have to apologize. It was my fault for falling asleep like this." She glanced back at me with a small, awkward smile, still holding the fabric closed over the open stretch of white skin and black lace. Even that simple expression carried a trace of self consciousness.

Mom had always been the modest type. She was careful about how she dressed and how much skin she showed, even at home. I was no exception to that carefulness. It was completely different from my sister, who thought nothing of walking around the house in the tiniest clothes or sometimes barely anything at all, without the slightest concern that I might be looking at her openly lewd, voluptuous body.

"Why were you waking me up…? Did something happen?" she asked, still holding the front of her nightgown closed with one hand.

"No, Mom. It's nothing like that. You'd just been sleeping for a long time… and it's already time for dinner." I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet her gaze and carefully avoiding any glance toward her chest. My fingers fidgeted restlessly at my sides as I spoke.

"I see. I'm sorry. I'll start making dinner right away. Just let me get ready first." Her voice softened with a touch of guilt.

"Okay, Mom." I lifted my eyes for one last brief look. She was still pressing her hand over the open gap in her nightgown, the missing button leaving that stretch of skin and lace only half hidden. Feeling the heat rise in my face again, I quickly turned away and headed for the door.

To be continued...

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