"Mom, your boobs look so small, They're hardly noticeable." James comments, eyeing his mom's bust expectantly.
The pair instantly grows, stretching her sweater out by a few cup-sizes. Enough to feed James' pervy fantasy mind. His mom and dad seem less amused by his remark.
"James! That is not appropriate language for the dinner-table!" His mom scolds.
Dad swallows, quickly cleans his plate and evacuates the conversation before mom starts her rant, giving one last stern look at James before he leaves.
"We've talked about this. Why can't you keep your mind out the gutter for one night!" Mom continues.
"Excuse me, mom. I know how you hate it when I talk dirty like that." He said, trying to carefully pick his words.
She instantly shifted her attitude from utterly undignified to flattered and blushing.
"Oh there's no need to excuse you, silly. Just don't tease me like that in front of your father, okay?" She gave him a secretive stare. James just nodded, afraid to say anything else.
"Besides..." she continued, boobs bouncing as she got up. "They're clearly huge."
She beckoned him, inviting him to make a remark about her body. He replied:
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