"Oh fuck," Elliott thought to himself, "they're so fucking big. They feel amazing." His eyes quickly flicked up to his mother's face. Her eyes were still closed as she lay there peacefully, a soft smile on her face. It appeared as if she was almost asleep. Feeling he wasn't being watched or scrutinized, Elliott slid his hands all around and over the surface of her tits. They were so exquisitely soft, and so luxuriously smooth that it almost took his breath away. Feeling emboldened, her cupped both of her breasts in his hands and hefted them, checking their weight.

"Oh my God," he mumbled to himself, blown away by how...