Jon stared at his mother. "Mom? What's wrong?"
"Just a bit... tight, dear. Hold on." Without fanfare, Linda reached over her head and pulled off her sweater. Underneath, Jon could already see her boobs beginning to spill out of her white bra.
"Can you get this?" she said, turning around. With a wave, she gestured to the clasp of her bra strap. "It's so tight I'm not sure I can get it myself."
"Um, no problem, mom." Jon cast a sad look at his discarded apple and then gave his mom the required assistance. As soon as the clasp was undone, Linda pulled the bra away from her breasts and tossed it aside, and then turned around.
Jon gasped. He was now face to face with his mom's heavy, swollen boobs. Thick, inviting nipples topped dark aureole, indicating the onset of lactation (though in truth Jon only guessed at this, as he had no firsthand knowledge.)
Linda smiled invitingly. "How are you feeling, dear?"
