Yes

Nervously - surprisingly so - I lifted my sweater and shirt over my head and tossed them to the couch. Alison stood to her feet to admire my body. "You are so gorgeous, Mom. May I touch you?" Again, I was happy I had at least taught her to ask for permission, although, there was a part of me that wanted her to just skip the formalities. I nodded and she gently grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. "Ooo! That ass is a lovely shade of red. Looks good on you. Now, let try out this lovely little tits of yours."

Her voice as gentle. It was clear she had no intention of harming me and the way she spoke filled me with a bit of pride and also put me at ease. Not only was she way more stylish than I was, she had WAY more charisma. I was so proud of her. Even as she took my breasts in her hands from behind, reaching under my armpits, she was very gentle about it. The gentlest anyone has ever really been with my breasts, even. It was a very pleasant feeling and I must say it only really served to make me wetter. "Oh yes, quite lovely. And that feeling as they stiffen, it's so adorable."

And that was really the true entrance into the rabbit hole.