I do, by grabbing mom's tits

Gravity was an anchor, dragging me down towards the floor. I had to act fast. My arms flailed, trying to reach the counter to get a grip, while my legs sought a non-slick surface to stand on.

Suddenly, my right hand found something, and my legs were about to steady themselves.

"Christy!" my mom yelled.

"All good," I said, looking around, confirming that I was no longer moving. It was a good thing I had slipped before I grabbed the wine glasses, I thought.

I steadied myself, my hand not letting go of my support.

"Mm," I heard my mom say softly. And that's when I realized that my hand's scaffold was surprisingly soft.

I looked down. My hand was gripping my mom's left breast for dear life. She was looking at me, concerned, but her face also noticeably red.

I retracted my arm immediately. "Oh shit, sorry." It was only now that I processed how soft, yet firm her breasts were. How incredible she looked for a woman her age. I wondered if her ass was firm too.

Mom shook her head. "No, I'm just glad you're okay." Then she laughed awkwardly. "I'm just glad these were of use to someone finally."

I stood there, shocked my mom had just said that. Apparently, she was too, and quickly turned back to the wine. "Well, ahem," she cleared her throat. "I'm not sure either of us need any wine after that, but shall we?"