I was flustered

In a panic, I jumped to my feet and moved my leg out of Mom's grasp.

"Mom, I - uhh, I mean, I don't want you to.." I spluttered pathetically.

"Relax honey, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Well, maybe not quite that big.." Mom trailed off, staring dreamily at my crotch.

"..but anyway! You've taken such good care of me while we've been stuck here. Why don't you let me help you relieve some of that pressure? You're clearly pent up dear."

I began to protest but Mom interrupted.

"We don't even have to touch if that makes you uncomfortable, how about we just talk for now? Please sit down darling," she insisted, patting the ground next to her.

Reluctantly I sat, still powerfully erect. I shifted my pants uncomfortably. Mom couldn't help but flick her eyes hungrily at my crotch. I could swear my shorts got even tighter as she did so.

"Now, for mommy to properly take care of you. I need to know what you like," she explained huskily.
"So let's play some truth or dare, shall we?"

Did she call herself "mommy"? Before I could ponder her unusually horny attitude, she continued.

"I'll go first! Tell me the truth honey, what are your wildest fantasies, your deepest desires?"

"Uhmm, I don't really.." I began reluctantly.

"C'mon dear!" Mom interrupted with a hint of frustration in her voice,
"Quick! boobs or ass?"

"Boobs," I blurted out without thinking. That was weird, why did I tell her that? Mom grinned victoriously.

"Small boobs, big boobs, fake boobs, real boobs?" she inquired further.

"The bigger the better," I answered automatically.

"Really?" she regarded me with keen interest. Something within myself urged me to elaborate.

"Yeah, I guess as long as I'm being honest, in my wildest fantasy, I would be able to make women's breasts grow, and that they would enjoy the growth.. a lot.." I admitted meekly.

"Wow honey, I've never known you were into that sort of thing!" she said enthusiastically.

She shifted her sitting position, causing her breasts to jostle. It could have been my dehydrated mind was playing tricks, but I swore her chest moved forward an inch in that moment.

"Mom it's getting dark soon, weren't we going to check the plane wreck for any supplies we missed?" I asked her, **** to change the subject.