She said nothing at first.

I kept tickling my finger on her boob, moving it in wider circles, tickling it over the side of her boob.

At last, Mom said, "That feels nice."

Bingo. I pushed my hand down farther, scooping the front of her boob in my hand. I squeezed.

Mom moaned. Yes, my mom moaned when her breast was squeezed for the first time by her son.

I mashed her breast more aggressively. I grabbed it and squeezed it and pushed it up and down, and side to side. I brought my thumb and forefinger together at her nipple, which, even under the fabric of her cheer top,...