Arlene snickered and squared off her shoulders, pushing her scantily clad tits out. "I guess you could tell."

"Actually, I was just guessing," her son said with his eyes directed at the bulging orbs of tit flesh threatening to burst free of her bikini top. "I mean, since you work in a bikini half the time anyway."

"Oh my, sweetie, I didn't think you noticed."

"Mom, who wouldn't notice you in the bikinis you wear? Even I notice and I'm your son so I'm not supposed to."

Arlene felt her face flush with pleasure at her son's compliment, also at his inadvertent confession of looking at her in her daring...