Joan didn't know what to say so she tried the truth.
"Uh... y.. yes Jon... look... we.. uh, have to talk..." she stuttered. Jon wasn't quite sure what to say so he shrugged ad sat down next to Karen. Joan sat down across from them, and found it very hard not to look at her sons firm and large breasts.
"Jon... I... I used your rock..." she said. Jon and Karen exchanged a look.
"What... what do you mean?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, son... I didn't know what it would do..."
"What did you do Mom?" he asked.
"Jon... I... I found your girly magazines when I was cleaning your room... and It upset me so much that I kept thingking about it for the rest of the day... and I guess I picked up your rock here... and I may have said something..."
"What did you say Mom?" Jon said as he and Karen leaned forward, looking from the rock on the table to Joan. Jons shirt opening wider allowing his mother to see more of his breasts.
"Oh, Jon... I... I wished that you had breasts like the girls in your magazines... and that way you would have more respect towards women..." Joan began to sob and Jon and Karen exchanged another look.
"Uh... Mom... I've had breasts since I was 11..." he said as his mother looked up at them in confusion.
"Yeah, Mrs. Smith... I remember going shopping for training bras with Jon. We started to develop at the same age..." Karen said.
Joan was completely confused at this point and wasnt exactally sure what to do or say.
