Stepping slightly back, my arms still behind her back, I began to slide my right hand up the side of her body. I was tense, waiting to see if the hold Master PC had over her would fade, if she would step back and slap me, or yell at me. I was risking my relationship with her. Was it worth it? I didn't know. Looking at her face as I slid my hand up, I noticed she just had an adoring smile, no sign of any threatening actions or words. This was it. My hand was directly to the right of her left breast as I was looking at her. I moved it, and my fingers lightly touched the side of her breast. I glanced at her face again; no reaction. She looked down at my hand. I placed my entire hand over her left breast, my heart beating a mile a minute. She smiled, and I squeezed, feeling the flesh of her breast give through the fabric of her robe and whatever she was wearing underneath it. I could feel the firmness of her nipple.
"Mom," I spoke again, for the first time in minutes, my voice wavering slightly with the adrenaline coursing through my body, "Would you take off your robe?"
"Of course, honey," she replied. Which, of course she would, because as far as she was concerned, this was normal, enforced by Master PC. Undoing the belt at her waist, she parted the robe and shrugged out of it, a graceful move. She was wearing some sort of shiny fabric, silky, but not see through. A top and a bottom. The bottom was like a pair of shorts, a little shorter than mid-thigh. The top was similar to the shirt that Katey had been wearing earlier; spaghetti straps, though much lower cut. It made sense, since this wasn't something you'd wear outside of the house. The top hung off of her breasts, her nipples clearly visible as points through the top. Her cleavage was revealed to a greater degree. She was beautiful, no doubt, but I wanted, needed to see more. I had already seen more of her body in the past few minutes than I had in my entire life, as she was always a fairly modest dresser.
I looked my mother in the eyes again, the blood crashing, pounding through my head, as I reached down to the bottom of her silky top and slowly pulled it upwards. I realized my cock was as hard as stone. She looked down again, her eyes resting on my hands once more as I pulled it up. I saw her stomach for the first time, the pooch and surrounding flesh covered with old, barely visible stretch marks. It only made her more beautiful to me. Her waist was narrow, flaring outwards to her hips, and flaring much less up to her rib cage. I continued dragging the top upwards, reaching the bottom of her breasts. My eyes were fixed to the mounds, unable to move. The shirt uncovered more, making her areolae and nipples visible to me for the first time.
My breath caught in my throat. The only breasts I'd ever seen in the flesh before were Katey's. These were different. Far larger, softer. Her areolae were darker, a brownish-pink, compared to the pale pink of my girlfriend. Right now, probably in reaction to the air temperature, they were crinkled and the nipples stood forth proudly. The nipples themselves were about as large across as a fat pencil, and out at least half an inch. I stared taking in every detail of my mother's tits. They were incredible. I pulled her shirt off her body, over her head, throwing it onto the robe she'd dropped onto the floor earlier. I continued to stare at her beautiful body. She was naked, except for the silky shorts she wore. Mom's voice startled me.
"Are you done honey? I'm tired, and I'm getting cold." I ignored her, paying attention instead, to the goosebumps that were appearing all over her skin, including her breasts. Guess she was getting cold. I made a decision, then reached out to cup her tits with both hands. God, I was touching my mother's tits. They were cool to the touch, heavy, firm, but pliable. I felt her nipples pressing into my palms. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of her mammaries in my hands.
Moving my hands down and out, I captured her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I squeezed and twisted her nipples. It reminded me of what I'd done that morning with Katey. I was mirroring my actions.
"Mmm," my mother sighed. I was surprised. I didn't expect a reaction like that, but I guess it's normal to feel good when someone is playing with your tits. Even if the person doing it is your son, when Master PC tells you the situation was normal. I redoubled my efforts, pulling, squeezing and twisting her nipples harder.
"Ughh, honey... that's starting to get painful." She didn't say it, but I could tell it was starting to get her turned on too. I could see the flush spreading across her chest, her heartbeat increasing, blood flowing to certain body parts. I eased up a bit, and she smiled at me again.
"Sorry, mom."
"It's fine honey, just letting you know."
I pulled my left hand off her right breast and leaned down to take her nipple into my mouth. It was a completely different experience compared to Katey. I sucked my mom's nipple and areola into my mouth, gently teasing it with my tongue. Mom put her left hand on my back and her right hand drew my head forward, pressing my face into her breast. Swirling my tongue around, I played with her nipple.
"Hmm... that's nice," she spoke slowly, enjoying the feelings I was giving her, free of moral considerations. I wasn't free of them, but my libido was overriding my conscience. My dad's voice snapped everything quickly back into focus.
"Honey, are you coming back to bed?" he called out from their room. I rocketed backwards, startled by my father's voice. My father, who I loved. Whose wife I had just abused, whether she knew it or not. My own mother. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd just treated my mother like an object, instead of one of the people I loved most in the world. My conscience came back, in full force, causing me more guilt than anything I'd ever done. My cock quickly deflated. I turned around so I wouldn't be able to see my mother.
"Go, mom, it's okay." She picked up the clothes she'd left piled at her feet.
"Coming!" she called out. She rubbed my shoulder as she passed. "Good night, sweetie."
"Mom," I said quietly, "You should put your clothes back on." She paused and quickly drew the shirt back over her head, and slipped the robe on, fastening the belt, then headed back to bed.
