You go to the shopping center with your mother, the trip is spent talking and laughing. You are the driver, after some time you finally reach the parking lot. Briana wears wavy sunny dress with cleavage
"Okay mom. You're the boss where are we going to?"
"Well... I thought that since it's such a nice day, why don't we go to the food court and get something to eat?" Briana asks you with a smile, looking at you hopefully through her large, blue eyes. She adjusts herself in the seat, not really wanting you to look down there... yet.
"Yeah sure. You know I'm not that shopping enthusiastic, but I like going with you..."
Your mother smiles warmly at you and reaches over, giving your hand a squeeze before letting it go. "Thanks, hon." She says, her voice soft. "You're the best son ever." As you both exit the car, she links her arm through yours and walks with you to the food court, enjoying the feeling of being close to you like this.
We have some snacks at the food court. The thought of a lengthy shopping day tires me already, but I go along, because it makes Mommy happy. "Okay, so what are you planning to look for?"
"Oh, you know... just some new clothes and stuff," your mother replies casually, trying to sound nonchalant about it all. The truth is, she's really hoping that maybe if she gets some new, sexy outfits for herself, then maybe your father will take notice again... or at least appreciate her more. She squeezes your arm reassuringly as you walk through the mall together, enjoying having this time with you.
"Sure. Just let ma know if you want to stop at any store to try something on or take a closer look."
"Thanks, hon. And remember... if you see anything you like for yourself too, don't be afraid to try it on or ask me what I think." Her voice is light and playful, almost flirtatious. She can't help but feel a little more confident and attractive when she's with you, knowing that you appreciate her in a way your father doesn't anymore.
"You know I'm not the shopping kind of guy. But maybe of you see something that you think I shouls try, just tell me."
Briana giggles softly at your comment and gives you a squeeze with her arm before letting go. "Well, I might just keep that in mind. You never know, we might find something perfect for you someday." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before she looks away, blushing slightly.
"Anyway," your mother says, changing the subject back to shopping, "I think we should start with this store first... they've got some really cute summer dresses right now." She leads you over to a shop window filled with colorful, flowy dresses. "What do you think?"
"Yeah the look nice. Maybe try on one or another."
Briana smiles warmly at you and nods in agreement. "Okay, then. Let's go inside and see if they have anything that might look good on me... and maybe even you, if you want to try." She winks playfully before walking towards the store entrance, feeling a little more confident than usual with her son by her side.
Briana steps inside the store and takes your hand in hers, leading you over to a section with dresses that she thinks might look good on you. "What do you think of these?" she asks, running her fingers through some of the fabric. "Maybe something like this?" She holds up a blue button-down shirt and offers it to you.
"Or this one's really cute too," she continues, holding up another shirt for you to see.
I point to the second one, because I like the colour. I did not notice that is has a deep cleavage. "How about that one? I think the colour will suit you."
Briana smiles brightly at your choice and takes it from you, feeling the fabric against her palm. "Oh, I love this color on you too, hon," she says softly, biting her lip as she looks into your eyes for a moment before continuing. "Let's see how it looks." She walks over to one of the changing rooms and slips inside, leaving the door open just enough that she can still see you outside.
I follow you to the changing room, waiting in front of it.
Briana steps out of her clothes and slips into the blue shirt you've picked for her, smoothing it down over her curves. "How does this look?" she asks, twirling around to show off the fit before returning to face you. Her breath catches in her throat as she notices how good it looks on her and how handsome you are just standing there, watching her.
"Wow, that looks amazing!" I say. For a moment, I just stare at the deep cleavage , then I managed to compose myself and close my open mouth.
Briana beams with pleasure at your compliment, her cheeks flushing slightly pink as she bites her bottom lip. "Really?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You think so?"
"Absolutely, you look stunning in that, Mom." I reassure. "Now you have a dress for the beach, you just need a swim suit, too."
Briana's face lights up at the mention of her looking stunning and she can't help but feel a little more confident now. "Why thank you, dear," she says with a blush, walking over to where the dresses are hanging and picking out a few swimsuits for herself as well. She holds one up against her body, considering it carefully before trying another on. "What do you think of this one?"
"I'm sure that will look fantastic on you, Mom. Try it on." I'm glad she seems to feel a bit more confident now. And I have to admit to myself that my mom is actually really sexy.
Briana smiles warmly at your encouragement and nods before slipping into the suit you've picked out for her. She steps out of the changing room again, biting her bottom lip as she waits for your reaction. The swimsuit fits her curves perfectly, accentuating her cleavage and showing off her toned stomach. "What do you think?" she asks softly, standing before you in the blue bikini top and matching bottoms.
"Wow!" I say in honest admiration. "Forgive me the open words Mom, but you look hot."
Briana blushes deeply at your compliment and can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through her veins. "Dennis... you're too kind," she says softly, her voice slightly shaky. "But thank you." She smiles brightly at him, feeling more connected to him than ever before. The feeling of being desirable is intoxicating and it makes her want to be closer to him, to feel his touch...
"Oh, I just see that one strap of the bikini top is twisted. Should I fix that for you?"
With her heart racing and her cheeks still flushed, Briana nods shyly at your offer to help with the strap. She steps closer to you, leaning forward slightly so that her cleavage is more pronounced as she exposes her shoulder to you. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she waits for you to reach around her, feeling your warmth and strength so close to her body.
I check the strap for a moment. "I think I'll have to open the clasp to fix it. Maybe we should go into the changing room for this...."
Briana nods slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipates the moment when you'll be alone with her in the changing room. She bites her bottom lip nervously and tries to calm herself down, but the thought of being so close to you is making it difficult for her to think straight. When you lead her into the changing room, she follows hesitantly, wondering what might happen next...
I close the door behind me, standing close behind you I say "Okay, I'll opens the clasp now. Just hold the bikini and everything in place, okay?"
Briana nods quickly, her breath coming out in short little gasps as she tries to keep herself still while you're so close to her. She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of your body and the scent of your cologne, feeling a heat building low in her belly. With shaking hands, she holds onto the top of the bikini as you expertly undo the clasp, revealing her cleavage to you once more.
I move to her side now, trying to rearrange the strap. It almost slips away once, which causes me to pull a bit more than I meant to. This sudden movement is enough for the bikini top to slip from your shaky fingers. Suddenly holding your bikini topind my hands entirely, I freeze.
Briana's eyes fly open wide as her bikini top slips away and lands on the floor at your feet. She gasps, feeling suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed, but also a strange thrill running through her veins. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she stands there before you, her body exposed and vulnerable. Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, wondering if you're disgusted or aroused by the sight of her bare breasts.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. I didn't mean to......" I stutter confusedly while my eyes take in the sight of her large bare breasts. Unable to do anything against it, I feel my member grow, pushing against the inside of my pants.
Briana's cheeks flush even deeper at your apology and the way you're looking at her. The heat in her belly grows stronger as she realizes that something more than just embarrassment is affecting both of them now. She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down while also wanting nothing more than for this moment to continue. "It's... it's okay," she manages to croak out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean... I guess you're just... really close..."
"Let me get that top for you." I say in a creaky voice. I kneel down to get the bikini top from the floor. Due to the small room, I face is right in front of her wonderful large breasts and I just can't can't take my eyes away from them.
Briana watches as you kneel down in front of her and reach for the bikini top on the floor. The sudden closeness makes her heart race even faster and she bites her bottom lip, trying to keep herself composed. As you look up at her, your gaze lingering on her bare chest, she feels a shiver run down her spine. She wants this moment to continue; she wants to feel wanted and desired by you like this... but at the same time, she's terrified of what might happen next.
I stand up again,hand over the bikini top. "I guess you want to put that back on again....?"
It's more a question than an assumption. She can see in my eyes that I'm hoping for a 'No' to this question.
Briana takes the bikini top from you, her fingers brushing against yours as they make contact. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you really want her to do. Her heart races and her cheeks flush hotter still at the thought of disobeying you... or pleasing you. "What do you think?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Should I put it back on... or is it okay if I don't?"
"Maybe.... you don't have to...."
Briana bites her lip, considering your words. The thrill coursing through her is unlike anything she's ever felt before and the thought of continuing to be so exposed and vulnerable in front of you only heightens the sensation. With a shaky breath, she slowly begins to lower one hand to cup her breast, gently caressing her sensitive nipple. Her eyes never leave yours as she does this, waiting for your reaction.
The sight of my mother touching her own breast like this turn me on so massively. I feel my hard-on pressing against the inside of my pants painfully. "You are so beautiful..." I manage to say hoarsely.
Briana gasps as she feels the heat building between her legs intensify at your words. Her fingers move more urgently against herself now, needing the contact to ease the ache that's growing stronger with each passing moment. "Oh... Dennis..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire and longing. She watches as you struggle to contain your own arousal, feeling a thrill of power course through her at the knowledge that she's affecting you so deeply.
"I've never felt like this before,"