"Mom swap us back!" Pete demanded. As he jumped to his feet his massive breasts bounced and swayed on his chest, causing him to grab hold and steady them. His mom smirked at him.
"I think you need to wear my bra honey. Trust me you don't want those things hanging without support all day, they'll be hurting after an hour." she told him with a mischievous snicker.
Pete couldn't believe his mother was treating this whole thing like a joke. "Are you for real mom?"
"Oh come on sweetie, relax. You're helping your mother by carrying her boobs around for her. Doesn't that mean anything?" Jane smiled.
"A guy should not have tits, especially his own mom's. That's just... WRONG!" Pete stated, getting irate.
His mother's eyes narrowed a little. "Stop calling them that honey, its crasse. And sit back down." she ordered him. Pete hadn't taken an "order" off his mother for some time, and he saw no reason why he should take one now. In actual fact there were two very big reasons, and they were currently sat on his chest straining his shirt.
Pete did eventually sit back down, and he took another disgusted look down at his massive cleavage. He couldn't believe what his mother had done to him, whatever her reasons for doing it. "Look, we need to get close again, and this will help us." Jane explained to her son.
"How will me lugging around your ti... um... breasts help us understand each other better?" Pete asked.
Jane just smirked. "Time will tell. But I'll tell you what, I'll give you a choice, you can either have my breasts for the next couple of hours, or... you can have my vagina." she suggested.
Pete couldn't believe his ears. "I'm sorry what??" he asked increduously.
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