Big Tits, Tight Fit

"What do you think of this?" she asked. I spun in my chair, turning to face her, to appraise her.

I looked her over from top to bottom. She had replaced her pink top with a black one, a little less snug over big tits, but still very flattering, nonetheless. She replaced her grey skirt with a light, summery blue one, cut just over her knees in a diagonal slash. She looked very good.

"Eh..." I said, shrugging, acting like I wasn't impressed. "Do you want to wear black on a day like this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, and stomped away. "Sorry!" I called out.

"Yeah, you're right," she called out, stepping into her bedroom and shutting the door. Both of these outfits were more than good enough, but I liked making her mad.

The score in the game was 27-7 by the time I heard Mom approach. I turned to face her and took her new outfit in.

She had replaced her previous outfit with a nice, airy sundress, white with blue lines decorating it. On most women, this dress would look nice and innocent. But for a woman with the curves my mom had, she looked stunning. Her arms were left bare, and the thin material could barely contain her massive bust. Her upper chest was left exposed, showing off a hint of her cavernous cleavage, and her jugs were so large the sides of them could be seen through the arm holes. The thin material cascaded off her firm ass, giving a good indication of her perfect rear end. Also, the white material did allow for someone with a trained eye like me to notice the dark material of her bra and underwear through the dress.

"What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms out. This interaction was still relatively innocent, I realized, so let's turn it up a notch. I let my eyes narrow as I looked her over. She noted the confused expression on my face. "What now?" she asked.

"Well..." I began, with a small smirk. "I don't think of this outfit as very... corporate."

"What do you mean?" Mom asked, confused. "It's a cookout. I think this would be nice."

"Well, if you want to wear that, you're gonna have to, uh..." I began, knowing I was getting into delicate territory. "The thing is... I don't know if you want to be showing off your underwear to all of Dad's friends, but..." I trailed off.

"You can't see anything..." she began, turning to look the mirror in my room. She narrowed her eyes as she appraised herself. "Shit..." she said to herself, confirming my words. "How'd YOU notice? You're not supposed to be looking for that."

"It's hard not to notice," I said with a laugh. She slapped my shoulder, knowing it wasn't that blatant. "And besides, I'm a guy... I can't help myself."

She gave me an odd look for a moment, biting her lip before turning and sauntering away. I didn't know where I was going with this little game. I was improvising, to be honest, but the energy had slightly changed in a way I couldn't describe. Mom didn't say anything, but she clearly sensed it to. She probably didn't realize it yet, but the fact that I had noticed her bra and panties through her dress changed things for her. And she probably didn't notice that she shook her ass at me slightly as she walked back to her room.

I set down the controller as I waited for Mom to reappear, now more intrigued by the game going on between me and Mom than the one on the screen. And I should be, cause the game on the screen was leading to a cosmetic, meaningless victory. And considering that the this game I was playing was leading me to hot, sweaty sex with my own mom, I couldn't be blamed for finding this one significantly more interesting. I sat back and waited for Mom to return, and see what came next.

I was not disappointed.

Mom's door opened, and she appeared from inside, sauntering towards me. I sat back as my eyes widened, taking her in. She had squeezed herself into a tight yellow sundress, and I was not exaggerating. It looked like she was poured into that dress. The solid, yellow material clung to her impressive figure, all the way down to just above her knees, while also showing off a bit of her upper chest. It would be tasteful on a normal woman, but on a woman with my mom's bust, it showed off a healthy amount of cleavage.

And, putting her body aside, she just looked incredible in that dress. It contrasted well with her smooth tan. Her brunette hair cascaded down in waves, and her perfectly made-up face and incredible good looks completed the ensemble. She looked fucking amazing.

"Yes, yes, we got a winner here," I told her, unable to stop my eyes from gazing at her hot body. I stared at her big tits, watching the way they jiggled as she walked towards me, while admiring the way the material showcased their perfect round shape. Those suckers were bursting to escape the tight garment as they were packed snugly within her dress. The smooth, soft flesh of the tops of her breasts were rippling with every step, arresting my vision. They were so freaking big! I know these are my mother's big tits, but they were fucking perfect! I couldn't help but stare. I saw something else, as well, something I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been staring: the slight indentation of her nipples through the material. I noted this fact.

"I don't know," Mom said, as she stepped into my room, looking down at herself. "I think it's too much."

"It's perfect," I told her with a laugh. "Yellow... summer... it works."

"It's not the color I'm worried about," she said, turning to look at my mirror across the room. With her attention on her reflection, I leaned back and let my eyes stare at her ass. God Damn. The material clung to the round, juicy cheeks, and every little shift in weight she did made them jiggle lusciously. My dick throbbed in my pants. The dress was so tight it left little to the imagination and I could see the full shape of those firm, perky cheeks, and this fact sent a realization through me, a fact I noted for later.

My eyes glanced at the mirror, giving me another good view of her massive jugs. God, they looked big. They were so round and smooth. They were begging to be squeezed. I had never seen a pair of breasts that big in real life. None of the girls at school could compare, not even close.

Looking back, and knowing that I was mere minutes away from talking her into showing off those big tits for me, completely bare and exposed, was incredible. I think I was already formulating a plan. At the moment, my eyes were locked on her massive melons, unable to stop myself from looking away. I stared at the slight protrusions of her nipples, willing them to get harder for me.

I shook myself and looked up before she could notice my gaze. I watched her appraising her outfit, tugging the hem down so it wouldn't rise up too far.

"Yeah, this is way too tight," she said to herself.

"No, it's perfect," I said, causing her to look at me with a skeptical look in her eyes.

"Please," she said sarcastically. "I don't remember it being this tight," she said, tugging at edge of her dress, near her boobs, trying to stretch it out a bit. "It really hugs the, uh... girls." she said quietly, for the first time mentioning her impressive bust to me. It was an oh-so-subtle way for her to get me to glance at her big boobs, but I didn't need the assist. I was already staring. Even at this point, I knew this was just the start of something for her. It started small, an off-hand comment about her breasts, so subtle she probably didn't realize she had done it. But I just knew, if things were gonna play out as I thought they were, if the urges inside her kept spurring her on, these comments would become far less subtle. She would soon be inviting me to stare at her big tits, or her hot ass, under the guise of judging her outfit, of course, but we would both know the truth. She liked having my eyes consuming her hot body.

I was pulled from my reverie by the sight of Mom staring in the mirror, running her hands over her chest, smoothing out the material over her large, soft, squishy breasts. As she did this, I realized it was time to take this game up a notch. I looked up at her with a knowing grin. It took her a few moments before she noticed, ready to deliver a delicious maneuver on her. "What?" she asked, accusatorily.

"Nothing," I said, sitting back, smiling. "It's just... good to know."

"Good to know what?" she asked.

"Well... good to know I have enough game to talk my own mom out of her underwear," I said with a cocky grin. The tight dress made it clear to me that she had removed her bra and panties before putting it on. Some might not notice... but I did. And letting Mom know that I knew made her blush slightly.

"No... it's just..." Mom stammered.

"Must be my silver tongue," I interrupted, before licking my lips for her, still grinning like an asshole. Mom's eyes widened and she gulped at this, slightly taken aback, but despite her apparent embarrassment, the way her lips parted in a heated gasp sent tingles through my nuts. My bold comment turned her on.

"Yeah, uh..." she said, looking away, her voice quiet but heavy. "This dress is too much." She began to turn away, but not before I noticed those nipples capping her big fucking tits getting nice and stiff. This sent a jolt of excitement through me. I watched her saunter away quickly, and if there was any doubt before, this time, it was clear. Her ass was bouncing side to side for me. I doubt she was doing it on purpose, but I appreciated it all the same. She was getting turned on by this, despite everything, as was I. And I think this was the moment she first realized she was getting turned on.

That was probably why it took her so long to change this time, more than any other. She was probably wondering where this was going. If things were getting out of hand. Wondering which direction she should go.

I knew exactly where this was going. Me and her, fucking each others' brains out. She could have easily put an end to this, as it was getting close to the time we needed to be heading out. She was probably wondering what she should do. Should she turn down the heat... or turn it up? But the lure of the forbidden was enough to keep her going. And a few minutes later she emerged in a fresh, new outfit.

"Alright, bucko, I hope you've calmed down," she said, warning me, letting me know I was crossing a line with my earlier comments. She had said things along these lines before, but this time, I was simply spurred on. I don't know what it was, but I was feeling extra bold, so I wasn't gonna slow down. I know it seemed crazy, but I was willing to play this out, see where it goes. Which is why I wasn't afraid to express my disappointment at her next outfit.

I mean, she looked good. But compared to that yellow dress, there was no way I wouldn't be disappointed. She was trying to turn down the heat, trying to cool the boiling tension back down to a placid simmer. She probably realized she was getting carried away herself, so she wanted to get things back under control. Good luck with that, Mom! She wore a nice, dark orange, slim top, made of a bit thicker material than some of her other tops, so it left a bit more to the imagination than her other outfits. Down below, she had on a nice denim skirt, down to her knees. She looked like a sweet, attractive older woman in this outfit. But her other garments... those made her look sexy. I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"What?" she asked, posing for me, but the look she gave me let me know she knew the answer. She was dressing down, not displaying her luscious curves as boldly. She gave me a small knowing smile. I sat back and tilted my head side-to-side, displaying my ambivalence. "I think it's nice!" she added.

"Yeah... nice," I said, making the word convey my dissatisfaction. "You can do better than nice." She gave me a pointed look.

"Okay, just because it doesn't cling to my big boobs doesn't make it boring," Mom stated, making me smirk 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. I looked at her again, trying to get a glimpse at her denim clad ass. Again, feeling a bit bold, I spoke up.

"Turn around." I asked calmly.

"What?" she asked, a bit confused.

"Turn around." I repeated with a light, confident smile, leaning back. She rolled her eyes, but her annoyance wasn't gonna stop her from doing as I asked. She exhaled slighted and spun around for me, turning her back to me, twirling her hips gracefully so I could look at her rear. I mean, she knew what my question meant. I pretty much asked, 'Hey Mom, show me your 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 I asked, because she liked it.

I 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," I told her.

"What?" she asked, looking back at me.

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

"Flatter?" she inquired. I looked up at her with a knowing look. We both knew what I 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 I still think this one's good."

"Turn around, again," I 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 I could tell, her bra, I 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 at me again, waiting for my yay or nay. With her watching, I 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 I simply shook my head.

"Not gonna work for me," I 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 having me stare at her. At her hot body. She liked being appreciated in a sexual way, even by her own son. She liked me telling her, in not so many words, that I enjoyed watching her showcase her hot body for me. Show off some skin. 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 imagining me hammering 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 at me with a confident smile.

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

"Much better," I 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 give me a 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, giving me what I wanted to see.

"Yeah," I 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." I replied with a grin. She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she still liked it.

She turned to face the mirror, posing a bit, checking out some different angles of her outfit. I 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. I couldn't stop staring.

I shook myself and looked up before she could notice my gaze. But I then noticed hers. Even though she was supposed to be looking at her outfit in the mirror, she was looking at me. And she wasn't looking at my handsome face. No, her eyes were glued to my crotch, staring at my bulge. I moved slightly, spreading my legs apart to give her a better look, and this movement made her eyes jump to her own reflection. She acted like all was normal, resumed doing what she was supposed to be doing, appraising her outfit.

"I 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?" I 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." I told her boldly.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, not objecting to me as much as she would have mere minutes prior. She was speaking to me with the teasing lilt of a smitten teenager, seeking her crush's approval. The tenor between us had changed. The dynamic had shifted. It felt like the room was on a tilt, forcing us both towards my nice big bed. My cock and her cunt were on a collision course, and we were both starting to realize that.

I 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 due to its short length, that meant I got a quick peek at the underside of her ass cheeks. And, I got a peek at 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 I almost let my hunger overtake me. I had never pushed things so far with Mom before, but even though I could sense where this was heading, I wasn't slowing down. I could feel it. I could practically see the future. She put that thong on for a reason. To show it to me. And if I played my cards right, I would get to see it fully.