Well, James' mom swallowed a lot of cum...

James kept his face in his hands. This was all getting too much for him. His cock was bigger. He had a girlfriend. Hell, he technically was a girlfriend! And his own mother had sucked him off to swallow his cum! Half of that was great, the other half was too weird to even think about for too long. What was he even...

"Oooh, my chest tickles," Anne suddenly giggled, "What's happening~?"

James dropped his hands and boggled. Had his no-nonsense, super-strict hardass of a mother just giggled? She barely laughed, and now this?! Anne sat up and began rubbing her chest through her button-down business shirt. She'd never been big in the chest, wearing bras mostly for appearances sake so her nipples didn't poke through her tops. Now, James could hear her bra straps creaking under the baby blue shirt, his mother's fingers sinking into the burgeoning flesh overflowing the cups.

"Nngh, it's too tight," Anne groaned, grimacing in discomfort, "I can't--ah!"

With a faint 'ping', the hooks of her bra broke and the overworked cups slipped upwards to rest on top of her tits, aided by Anne's eager hands. James could only gape at her - he'd be lying if he didn't find the sight of his mother massaging and teasing her surging breasts through her increasingly tight top incredibly arousing. While his mind was screaming at him that he was lusting for his mother, his libido only cared about how Anne's fattening nipples pressed into the fabric, how her ripening breasts pushed into the shirt and how its buttons had to struggle to contain the alluring orbs. Still, his cock only twitched and throbbed weakly after four mind-bending orgasms in short succession. He just couldn't get hard right now.

But neither could he look away. He could hear Micaela's breathing from where she sat beside him, ragged with arousal, but he was unable to wrench his eyes away. His mother's top was now so stretched that the buttons were barely holding on, the spaces between them granting tantalizing glimpses of the soft, quaking, growing flesh beneath. Judging by Anne's heaving breaths, the process was accompanied by **** pleasure. And it was these heaving gasps that proved to be the shirts undoing: With one big, gasping breath, Anne stuck her chest out and with dry popping sounds, the three top-most buttons on her chest suddenly flew off, careening through the kitchen and plinking against the counters somewhere. The soft flesh they had constricted jiggled, finally freed, but still squeezed together by the tight shirt which now functioned like a makeshift bra.

"Ohmigod, they're getting huge," Anne squealed, her hands still lying on the upper part of her breasts, and began squeezing them together with her arms.

James just kept staring slackjawed - but somewhere, a part of him was envious. His own breasts were more than a handful, but his mother's where quickly eclipsing them. The mix of envy and arousal was not helping his state of mind, and neither did his mother as she wrenched open the remaining buttons and began caressing her breasts, letting her fingers trace around one plump nipple. It grew visibly more erect, soft gasps of pleasure accompanying Anne's ministrations.