Mom trusted me, and I wasn’t going to ruin that by breaking one of the only two rules she’d set for this trip. She spread her fingers and began moving them across the twin mounds, caressing them with the lightest of touches. “I… They felt really good, Amy. She was back in her jeans, but had left them undone, and a form-fitting maroon shirt. “You mean, like, masturbating?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. Some coworkers came to pick Mom up at about one on Friday afternoon. Her breasts were smaller than average, so she usually wore clothes that showed off her well-rounded butt. “You were getting off on that!”
I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow at her. “No,” I breathed, and I grabbed her hands in my own and squashed them up against my chest. I crushed my lips onto hers, and, while she was surprised at first, she quickly began to return in kind.