Chapter 296 Busty Mom And The Bullies:>46

• "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 heavy they were. He rubbed his soapy hands all over them before hefting them once more, unsure if he'd been mentally imagining things when he'd felt the weight of them the first time. His second test confirmed what he'd thought—his mother's tits were as fucking heavy as he'd thought!
• More of the bubbles were disappearing now and he could see her breasts more clearly. He could make out the definition of her pebbly areolae as well as having a clear view of her vibrant rosy nipples. They were still protruding above the surface of the water, and Elliott felt his mouth watering as he looked down at the stiff bullets. They were pretty fucking big too. With his eyes zeroed in on those enticing red buttons, he smoothed his hands up from beneath her breasts and along the sides, his fingers feeling like they were being drawn by magnets to her enticing nipples. His fingers slid over her areola, then over the tips of her protruding nipples.