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nice!" she added.

"Yeah... nice," | said, making the word convey my dissatisfaction. "You can do better than nice." She gavea

pointed look.

"Okay, just because it doesn't cling to my big boobs doesn't make it boring," Mom stated, makingsmirk in

response. Bingo, there she was again, mentioning her chest to me. And this time, she added the adjective. Big.

She was getting into this, despite what she might say.

"It's not so bad," she replied, glancing at herself in the mirror. | looked at her again, trying to get a glimpse at her

denim clad ass. Again, feeling a bit bold, | spoke up.

"Turn around." | asked calmly.

"What?" she asked, a bit confused.

"Turn around." | repeated with a light, confident smile, leaning back. She rolled her eyes, but her annoyance

wasn't gonna stop her from doing as | asked. She exhaled slighted and spun around for me, turning her back to

me, twirling her hips gracefully so | could look at her rear. | mean, she knew what my question meant. | pretty

much asked, 'Hey Mom, showyour ass.' And, despite any objections she might have at this thing getting a

bit out of control, she was still willing to comply. She was still willing to showcase her ass for her own son. She

was willing to do as | asked, because she liked it.

| stared right at my mother's round butt for a few moments, letting the silence between us last. Of course, she

looked good. Of course, her ass looked good. But she could do better. She had it. She just needed to flaunt it.

"Uh... it's not very... flattering," | told her. "What?" she asked, looking back at me.

"The skirt, it's... kinda bulky. Doesn't flatter you." | told her.

"Flatter?" she inquired. | looked up at her with a knowing look. We both knew what | was talking about. That skirt

didn't showcase her hot ass enough. She could do better. I'd seen better. "Well..." she began. "I think that last

dress was a bit TOO flattering," she said, smoothing the skirt over her jutting butt, trying to better display it for

me. Trying to let her own son know her ass still looked good in this dress. "But | still think this one's good."

"Turn around, again," | told her confidently, and this time, she didn't hesitate at all. She spun right around for me,

and even through the thicker material, and, from what | could tell, her bra, | could see the indents of those

nipples, once again. Unknowingly, she smoothed out her top, trying to make her outfit more pleasing, trying to

showcase her body better for me, her son. She looked up atagain, waiting for my yay or nay. With her

watching, | let my eyes calmly and slowly slide over her body, hungrily taking in her figure with my eyes. My

eyes stared right at her big breasts, down her belly, over her firm thighs and calves, before going back up her

long legs, looking past her massive mountains and back at her gorgeous face. The heat in my eyes couldn't be

hidden. Her eyes widened slightly, for just a moment, before she suppressed it. She waited for my judgement,

and | simply shook my head.

"Not gonna work for me," | told her with a smile. Her eyes went blank for a moment, distracted, before she

wordlessly turned back and around and sauntered away, back down the hall. And as she walked away, her ass

was bouncing for me, side-to-side. She had to realize what she was doing it at this point. She had to.

She liked havingstare at her. At her hot body. She liked being appreciated in a sexual way, even by her own

son. She likedtelling her, in not so many words, that | enjoyed watching her showcase her hot body for me.

Show off sskin. Despite her hesitance, she wasn't stopping. She kept going even past the point where she

really should have stopped. Where her instincts as a woman and a mother should stop her. But she wasn't

stopping it. She was letting this play out. Was this the moment Mom decided she wanted my thick teenage dick

stuffed inside her vagina? Did Mom want to reward my teenage boldness and confidence with hot, nasty sex? I'm

sure she was at least thinking about it at that very moment. She had to be. That blank look in her eyes was her

imagininghammering her tight cunt with my throbbing shaft, making her squeal. It had to be.

Any hesitance or confusion she was feeling wasn't apparent when she sauntered back out of her room a few

minutes later. She was unable to contain her enjoyment at this little fashion show. She couldn't hide it from me.

She marched right up to my doorway and posed for me, looking down atwith a confident smile.

"So... what do you think?" she asked with a teasing smile, putting her hands on her hips.

"Much better," | said, sitting back slightly. Her orange top had been replaced with a red one, far more snug than

the last. And far more low-cut as well, showing off a large amount of tender cleavage, more than she had so far,

by a lot. It wasn't indecent or anything, but it was noticeable. She no doubt noticed my eyes sinking into the

cavern between her big boobs, my eyes hungrily looking over the soft, smooth orbs, but she didn't mind. She

didn't say a word of objection. She even bent forward slightly to givea better look. And she didn't mind when

my eyes locked right onto her protruding nipples. The material clung to her giant rack, and her fit belly, leading

my eyes downward. She had replaced the denim skirt with a much thinner one, white with a black pattern on it.

While it wasn't figure hugging, it was shorter than the other ones, and it had a lot more flow to it, meaning it

moved around a lot more as opposed to just clinging to her taut legs. And it showed off a lot of those long, firm

gams.

"You like it?" she asked, biting her lower lip. Mom was turning up the heat, givingwhat | wanted to see.

"Yeah," | replied, sitting back.

"Does it show off my huge breasts enough for you?" Mom asked sarcastically, but the fact that she even

mentioned her big jugs yet again was a win for me.

"Oh yeah." | replied with a grin. She rolled her eyes, but | could tell she still liked it.

She turned to face the mirror, posing a bit, checking out sdifferent angles of her outfit. | checked out her

profile as she stood next to me, and damn, she looked fucking good. Her mammoth jugs were jutting outward.

The tops of them were exposed, and the flesh was so pliant and smooth that I could see her big boobs rippling

with every small move she made. God, they looked perky. And firm. And massive. | couldn't stop staring.

| shook myself and looked up before

she could notice my gaze. But | then

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jump to her own reflection. She acted

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"| like it a lot," Mom said, turning to face me, slightly flustered, trying to act like she hadn't just checked out her

son's dick.

"The outfit?" | asked, unable to stop myself.

"Yes, the outfit," she stammered, blushing slightly. She gave no signs that she had sneaked a peek. It was pure

instinct. An uncontrollable urge. If she wasn't thinking about it before, Mom had to be thinking about impaling

her pussy on my thick, beefy cock now. She had to. I could just tell. "I like seeing more skin." | told her boldly.

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| twirled my fingers in the air silently,

and she obeyed, spinning around.

And as she did, the benefits of that

skirt were shown off. As she did a

crisp twirl, her skirt rose slightly, and

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the tiny white lace string tucked

between those cheeks. Mom had

changed underwear for me, and she

was now wearing a thong. My dick

pulsed with need, and for a moment |

almost let my hunger overtake me. |

had never pushed things so far with

Mom before, but even though | could

sense where this was heading, |

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wasn't slowing down. | could feel it. |

could practically see the future. She

put that thong on for a reason. To

show it to me. And if | played my

cards right, | would get to see it fully.