Annette Garnick walked into the living room where her son Andy sat watching TV.

“Honey,” she said. “I found this old 60s tiger-striped bikini in the attic. But I think it shrunk! Either that or Mommy’s been eating too much cheese. Take a look. Is this too small for my body, Andy?”

Andy’s eyes nearly popped out, leering at the lewd spectacle.

Annette had always had big boobs, but now at the age of 44, the fleshy mounds had begun to settle, their rounded bottoms heavy on her ribcage. They swayed and bounced obscenely as Annette posed herself. The rotting bikini top just barely covered the mom’s bright red areole and thumb-sized nipples, while the bottoms gave up completely against her large rear end. Annette’s fleshy asscheeks tingled with goosebumps as she stuck her near-naked bum in Andy’s face.

“Is my bottom getting fat, Andy?” she asked.

Andy placed a hand on each of his mother’s oversized ass cheeks and squeezed. He kneaded the milky white flesh of her ass for several minutes before replying.

“Huh?” he said.

Annette giggled and turned around. She reached behind herself and undid the skimpy top, letting it fall on the rug.

“Ow! That darn thing was so small, it was beginning to pinch me. I hope you don’t mind seeing Mommy’s breasts, Andy.” She hefted one heavy pale melon up before his face. “Do you think they’re starting to sag, sweetheart?”

“Heck no, Mom! They’re still pretty firm, and these nipples are really stiff!” He reached under Anette’s left tit and jiggled it with his fingers. “Yep. Still spongy!”

“Oooooo! And what about my pussy, Andy?” Annette peeled the bikini bottoms down her short legs and stepped out of them. “Look at my cunt. I had to pull three grey hairs out already this month. Do you see any grey hairs on Mother’s cunt, Andy?”

Annette sat her bare ass down on the sofa and parted her thighs. Andy knelt before his mom’s open legs.

“Spread yourself wider, Mom, so I can check your snatch -- oops, most of your cunt hair looks brunette, Mom, but here are a couple of grey ones. Brace yourself while I pluck it.”

“Owwww! Outch! My, that stung! Mmmm ... Andy, darling? Do you think it’s naughty for me to get naked and have you groom my cunt? After all, I am your mother! And here I am with my legs open, my snatch right in your face!”

“Aw, Mom, I don’t mind.” He reached for his mother’s purse and dug around. “Ten bucks. Once a week to see how your diet is doing, Mom. Thanks. I’m going to go buy some comic books at the mall!”

He rushed off. Annette sighed. She’d have to give in and increase the boy’s allowance to $20 a week!