Show her tits

“Tell me what’s going on!” Heather demanded. “Tell me right now, or so help me I’ll show you my breasts too!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Billy said, smirking. “And don’t you mean titties?”

“Damn right I mean titties!” Heather exclaimed, squeezing her boobs defiantly.

“Oh god, please!” Zoe moaned. “No more yelling!”

“Go get yourself a bottle of red wine, Zoe,” Billy said, “Best cure for a hangover.”

“Thank you Billy!” she said with a hung-over smile. “You’re so good to me!”

Zoe turned to her incensed daughter.

“You don’t deserve him, you slut,” she told Heather as she got out of bed and winced in pain.

“Get out of my uniform!” Heather demanded.

“Ow!” Zoe said, holding her head.

“Leave Zoe be,” Billy said, sending the hungover milf off to get drunk again. “I knew you were bluffing about your titties.”

“Oh I was, was I?!?” Heather said. “The what do you say to these?”

She pulled off her blouse, threw it on the floor and fiercely held up her bra-clad boobies at him like they were the weapons she believed them to be.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t dare take your bra off,” Billy said.

“You stupid dick!” she said, reaching back to undo her bra strap. “You just never learn! I already showed you my beaver, you really thing I’m not ready to pull out the girls? I’ll show you, you fucker!”

She reached back to undo her bra, staring daggers at Billy. Once the bra was unhooked, she slipped her arms out but held the cups up against her tits with her hands.

“Now tell me what you did to Mom or I will drop this bra and make you look at my titties!” she said. “I swear to god I will fucking shake them at you!”

“OK, OK!” Billy said. “If you really must know, I fucked her on the dinner table, then I fucked her in the shower, then I fucked her on your bed, then on the floor, then against your closet door. I pretty much fucked her everywhere in every way possible until we just kind of passed out.”

As he said so, he used his power to make Heather visualize his romp with Zoe and to find it as arousing as she found it disgusting and embarrassing. The lower lip of the emotionally conflicted girl trembled. Billy added more and more details, making a few things up just for fun. Heather blushed more and more furiously and a trickle of wetness from her bare beaver ran down her inner thigh.

“That…that’s not what I meant!” she said at last. “And you know it! I want to know WHY mom is doing all that…that…stuff! with you! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

And so saying, she threw her bra to the ground, cupped the sides of her perky tits with her hands and shook them violently at him. Her nipples were agates!

“There!” she exclaimed once Billy had decided she had shook them long enough. “I told you I would and I did! Now tell me what’s going on, or I can do SO much worse to you!”