She agrees

"Come on, Mom," you persist, your thumbs touch becoming more insistent as you pass them back and forth over the bottom of her bra covered breasts. "It's not like I've never seen breasts before. Just a quick look," you promise, leaning closer to her.

"Okay, John," your mother responds finally, her nostrils flaring slightly as if she was inhaling some special fragrance. "Just a quick look," She repeats as her hands move lower, her fingers gripping the bottom of her bra as she slowly, hesitantly lifts the cups up off her breasts.

"Thanks, Mom," you smile down at her, your eyes dropping to her ample breasts as she bares them for you. "Wow," you breathe as your eyes run over the magnificent curves of her breasts, your hands sliding up slightly, your fingers lightly brushing against the soft swell of her tits.

"So I take it you like what you see, John?" your mother giggles at your obvious appreciation of her breasts, her cheeks flushed both with pleasure and embarrassment as she holds her bra up, allowing you to ogle her.

"Yeah," you nod somewhat dumbly, your heart pounding in your ears as you slowly move your hands to cup her breasts, "They're even better than I had dreamed." you tell her softly, your eyes fixing on her hard nipples, your tongue licking your lips as your fingers gently caress the soft mounds of her breasts.

"Thank you, John," your mom smiles, her eyes dropping to your hands as you continue to gently grope her, "but the deal was for just a look. I didn't say anything about touching," she says suddenly serious, as if just realizing what your hands were doing.