Your mom could show her boobs

"You could, uhm, maybe show me your breasts?" you say with a dumb grin that shows both incredulity and excitement. It takes you a lot to finish that sentence, but after your mother took out your dick herself, you had gained some amount of confidence about the situation. Your mother nods knowingly in response.

"Of course, baby. Anything for you," she says, as she undoes her bra underneath her top and, in a quick succession of motions, has her beautiful breasts out for the world to see, releasing them from their uncomfortable cotton prison.

She sends the bundle of clothes in her hand flying into a corner of your room, her eyes never leaving yours. They pile up together with some of your dirty underwear and comic books. Those really shouldn't be so close to each other. Man, you really don't clean your room much.

Finished with undressing her top, your mother approaches you once more. In what seems like a practiced motion, she resumes her kneeling position, getting in between your legs. Your dick is only a meter away from her at most.

All you can think about at that moment are those fleshy orbs, which your eyes never leave as your mother settles in front of you. Those big, beautiful, badonkers. Boobies, breasts, tits. You can't help but ogle at them. The way they hang, but still look firm. The roundness of them. For a second you think they were actually glowing. And those beautiful perky nipples framed by her pink areolas add another pinch of youth to your milf mother. Your friends were totally right about her. Fuck.

Already, your dick is threatening to burst from the sight. And from the absurdity of it all. What mother would show her son her titties so he could cum easier? Or show them to her son, period. But also, what son would ask his mother to show them?

Your mother smiles at the implied compliment that she receives from your awestruck silence. And from the ever hardening and growing erection, now even more plainly obvious, from such little distance.

"So, what would you like me to do with these two fellas?" she asks you, moving her chest playfully from side to side ever so slightly in a way to remove some tension. "Or do you just want to jerk off onto them?" she asks with a genuine, motherly smile.

"Oh god, they jiggle so much," you say out loud, before thinking, as your eyes follow the rippling mounds bounce up and down, left and right. A bit of drool leaves your mouth and stains your shirt. Your mom chuckles the cutest laugh you have heard from her in all the time you were alive. She sounds so young and youthful in that moment that one could almost confuse her with your sister. But a much more mature version.

You smile at her reaction, as your hands subconsciously start inching closer to your dick.

"Oh, silly," your mother says with worry on her face. "Please, come touch them. Anything to make my boy cum," your mother offers generously, looking at the erection you were sporting. If you had paid any attention to her face at that moment, you would have seen her bite her lip in anticipation.