"You can't just bully me!" you answer defiantly. The urge to cross your arms is strong, but you don't want to draw anymore attention to your bust. Your clothes just don't fit, quite the same of this too voluptuous body. Hell! Even the T-shirt is slashed at the sides to show off your mortifyingly womanly body.
Your mother just looks back, shaking her head in amusement. "Can't I?" She smirks, "I am your mother." her eyes narrow, a fire visible within them and you worry that you've made things worse. It's only a moment before that's confirmed. As you moan, sensually like a phone sex girl, on the verge of losing her favourite customer. It's joined with a wave of heat washing through your body. The heat leaving an aching need in its wake. As your hand rises to your throat, it encounters your bust far sooner than you wanted.
You're even bustier, even hornier, and panting like an animal in heat.
"We can continue, if you want..." she threatens.
It's a vaguely tempting idea, as the haze of horny need clouds your thoughts. The euphoria hard to resist, but you steel yourself against those seductive urges.
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