Time to pull out of the nosedive

Shit, you definitely took things too far. Shitshitshit. There’s no denying you just groped your own mother. She’s shuffling away. Quick, say something to get her to stop!

“Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable–”

“No sweetie, it’s not your fault” your mom jumps to your defense, “I- I wasn’t communicating clearly, I made you think I wanted… It’s okay, I’ll go see if I can get your sister out of her hidey hole.”

If your mom is going to somehow blame herself for this, then you aren’t going to stop her. In that case, the way out of this is to play into her guilt. “Oh no, I ruined everything!” you pout, “I just wanted to spend time with my mom, and I pushed you away.”

Apparently you chose the right words to make your mom panic. “No sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I’m not going to leave my baby because of a miscommunication. Look!” She scrambles to take off her shirt again. “See? I wanna spend quality time with you too! I just don’t think I’m comfortable in the way you are. Is that ok, flower?”

Wow, this is turning out WAY better than you expected. She must be feeling really insecure if she’s going this far to get praise. You could get used to the effects of “Training Clicker” if this is the turnaround time. “Thank you for being patient with me. I’m so glad I have an accepting mom who’s willing to communicate and not just abandon me.” You eke out an advantageous response while trying to get an eyeful of your mother’s completely exposed chest.

Mom fidgets a little under your gaze but makes no effort to cover up. “Thank you honey.” She reaches out to cup your face, which causes her breasts to sway a little following the movement. “I want you to know that whatever you do, you're safe with me.” She gives her most maternal smile as she says that.

That comforting gesture is so sweet it could almost make this situation wholesome, if not for the fact that you aren’t in genuine need of comfort. At this point your performed unease is just a maneuver to get her standing in front of you exposed and ****. You do your best to sound soft and cared for. “You really are amazing, Mom.” While you say this, your eyes are locked on the tits in front of you. As expected, the compliment ripples through her entire body. Doubtless her cheeks are red with arousal, however the proof in your field of vision is her engorged nipples standing in front of you; like a prize for a job well done.

Your mom, clearly not wanting to cause any more conflict, says nothing for a few moments. Eventually she breaks the silence before it can grow awkward. “Would you maybe wanna have a home movie night with your dear old mom?”

Sounds just fine. The two of you retrieve a blanket and pillows from the conversation pit’s central storage square while haggling over the movie. Eventually you decide on a colorful abstract kids movie you used to watch when you were 6. You snuggle up next to your mom and she throws the blanket over you to share. It’s easy to rack up touch time when she’s remaining topless beside you.