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Seven Days with Mom

... patient."

"So, have you...you know, touched any bases?"

"Should I?"

"Since it's a secret and I don't know her, all I would say is be patient. Don't be in a rush," she replied.

She spent the rest of the evening doing office work, and I reluctantly picked up my school books. The next evening, she was lying on the bed, with her head resting against the headboard, and was doing something on her laptop, and I was flipping through one of her magazines. I was sitting on a chair with my legs on the bed and her legs were on my legs. She suddenly got up and rushed to the kitchen and from there she shouted, "I was about to order something. The page is open, just click it, and order it."

I dragged the laptop toward me. First, I thought I was looking at some ad, but no, it was Victoria Secret's website and the page was showing a model wearing nothing except a bra with underwire and other words written below it. Mom was obviously buying bras from the website. I pushed her credit card aside and started looking at the bras in different colors all the while thinking that Mom was showing me the bras she wanted to buy and which will soon cup her voluptuous boobs. The thought made my cock hard.

"Have you ordered it?" she said from the kitchen.

"Umm, no. Doing it," I replied, looking at the lace bra.

I clicked on "Order", but then it asked me to choose the size. Now, how the fuck would I know her size? All I knew was that they were big.

"You do it," I said as I ...

... looked at other models displaying bras.

"I'm making dinner. What's the problem? Stop looking at the photos and order it," she said, standing next to me and looking at the laptop.

I clicked "Order" again, and again it asked me to select the size.

"What? Don't you know my size? So opening my drawers and checking out my bras and panties was for nothing? What were you doing with them? Wait, I don't wanna know. OK, get up and get the tape measure."

As I got the measuring tape, she took off her top and stood there in jeans. "It looks like I'll have to teach you everything. Now measure this area," she said, pointing at just below her breasts.

I went and stood before her and, coming closer, wrapped the tape around her boobs.

"How much is it?"

"Twenty-eight inches," I replied.

"I'll tell you the basics or you will get confused. Add four, and now measure this area," she said, putting her hands over her nipples.

So, I once again came closer and wrapped the tape around her, and measured her chest, with the back of my fingers touching her bosom.

"How much is this?" she asked.

"Thirty-six inches."

"The first number was 28+4=32, and this is 36. So subtract 32 from 36, and you get 4, which means the band size is 28, my bust size is 36, and my cup size is D. So, I'm 36D," she said.

"This is the band size, where the band of the bra fits," she added, running her hand over the band of the bra.

"And this is the cup size," she said, cupping the nipple ...