Ask for the shirt

"I think I'll take the shirt." I said.

"Ok, here you go." My mom replied, pulling up the hem of her shirt. I tried not to look at her chest, but her humongous boobs were filling her far bra to the brim. I quickly reached out and put on the shirt, which was over my size. As soon as I put it on however, I had an immense urge to take it back off, it just didn't feel right. Ignoring my turmoil, I made my way to the kitchen where dad was laying out plates for the pizza.

Dinner went fine until...