A shift in mindset

"Wow those are amazing.. just incredible." Max said in earnest, "How do they feel?"

Sherrie traced her finger along the curvature of her bountiful bosom. She prodded them unenthusiastically.

"Cumbersome and unwieldy" she lamented, "I get the appeal of big breasts to a point but.. this big? I'm sorry baby but it's a bit much for me."

"I get it mom. I mean I can't relate, but I've heard it a lot. Big boobs are annoying, they're uncomfortable when you run, they make hugging your friends awkward, they just get in the way. But hear me out."

Max paused for dramatic effect. Sherrie cocked an eyebrow.

"Huge tits though..."

Sherrie snorted and failed to hold back a laugh.

"Huge tits are sex toys. They're supposed to get in the way. They have presence. They project confidence. They're empowering."

"That's a nice speech dear, very progressive," Sherrie said snarkily.

"C'mon, what if you fully indulged?" Max pressed on unperturbed, "Imagine how good it'd feel to be the proud owner of a great. big. rack." Max emphatically emphasized each word.

Sherrie was amused by how passionate her son was. She considered his point instead of immediately discarding it. He was practically frothing at the mouth so she was compelled to give it some thought. Having larger than average breasts from young adulthood, she'd always been indifferent about her chest. They had been great for nurturing her children and attracting male attention of course, but the myth that bigger breasts meant less sensitive nipples was regrettably true in her case. Sexual gratification was not something she would attribute to her boobs in her personal experience.

But what would it be like? she wondered. Sherrie turned it over in her mind. What if the weight of her massive bosom aroused her instead of inconvenienced? What if in addition to merely sating her desire to nurture, having her nipples sucked was actually sexually stimulating? She pictured herself moaning in pleasure and on the verge of orgasm just from playing with her enormous breasts.

"Yes Mom, that's it. She's beginning to believe," Max jokingly whispered to himself.

He could see the cogs turning in his mom's head. He watched as her face and neck flushed red. Her breathing intensified. Then like a light switch, her nipples suddenly sprang to attention. Her eyes widened and her hands shot to her chest.

"Oh my word," Sherrie moaned, "so huge! and they feel so good!"

She grazed her fingertips around the underside of her cantaloupe sized mounds and along the crest of her cleavage. Her breasts felt so erotic. Simply the weight of them was turning her on so much. They were so sensitive, she was getting aroused just from touching them. She circled and zeroed in on her erect nipples and gently brushed them. Electric pleasure rocketed straight to her core and she nearly came on the spot.

"Holy mothers, yes oh YES!"

Sherrie's fervor spiked. She leant back on her heels and focused her attention on delicately playing with her nipples, occasionally squeezing and kneading handfuls of her huge breasts. Her pleasured moans quickly turned to wails of ecstasy and then silence. Sherrie's body was tense and she looked like she was in a trance. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body shuddered periodically.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

Sherrie returned to reality with a gasp. She slumped forward and braced herself against the bed. Her shoulders loosened.

"Wow..." was all she could muster.

Max let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. A grin spread across his face.