Maybe it was the alcohol, but even I had to admit they were very nice. They were easily two handfuls each, perky and well-shaped, with no visible sag. Whatever surgeon she'd seen knew what they were doing. If they were on any other woman, I'd be fantasizing about them for weeks to come. But they were Mom's. That made for an odd contradiction of feelings.

After just a second, she pulled her shirt back down. There were equal parts cheering and sounds of disappointment. Mom blushed as she put her boobs back into their proper place. I'd never seen this side of Mom before. I wasn't sure how I felt...