My son Alan had just gotten a small video camera and was going crazy videoing everything in sight. My husband bought it for Alan for his twentieth birthday. At first I thought it was a good idea but it soon got a little tiresome. One day I was doing some house cleaning and Alan was watching me. I was wearing a top that day and when I bent over my son started to video my cleavage.
"What are you doing?" I asked him rather angrily.
"Nothing Mom."
I told him to delete whatever footage he had of me. He wouldn't do it. I went over to take the camera from him and we sort of wrestled as to who would have it. Our bodies got pressed together and my tits were against Alan's chest. We just looked at each other for a long moment and then Alan kissed me on the mouth. I tried to pull away but Alan brought one arm around my waist. My son was wearing a pair of shorts that day. I could feel his cock bulge pressed against my belly.
Alan threw the camera onto the couch and he started to pull my top up over my head. I was trying to stop him but he pulled my top free. The only thing holding my tits in was my bra. I wear a 'C' cup and my son was staring at my chest. I hate to admit it even now, I was getting horny from all that tussling. Alan didn't waste a second. He reached around and unsnapped my bra. My big tits came free.