Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 12

Flirting.

As she finished bitching about him not having all his supplies for the dorms, he simply walked to the sink and washed out his glass.

"Are you even listening to me?" she said, scowling, unamused at him being so unconcerned with all the legitimate issues she was bringing up. Smirking as he turned to walk past her and out of the kitchen, feeling a boldness that only come from having so thoroughly fucked his own grandmother, he spoke up.

"No, I wasn't, Mom," he began, smiling wide. "I got too distracted by your boobs! They look amazing in that top!" he said, glancing down at her chest. The comment was mostly made for shock value, as her top was pretty standard. A cool grey cotton shirt which couldn't help but cling to her massive tits, they did look fantastic, but they looked good in pretty much whatever she wore. But the fact that he would even think to respond in this way was due to his previous ventures into the waters of incest during the previous Christmas season.

"Whuh... wh... what?" his mother stammered, shaking her head, completely flabbergasted in a way she rarely was. The fight in her voice was completely absent thanks to this bold maneuver.

"I'm a red-blooded male, Mom. It'd be hard not to notice," he said, turning back to say this before turning back around to continue walking away boldly. Usually, she would call after him if he tried to walk away like this, but this time, she was stunned into silence.

She didn't say anything when he came downstairs a few hours later after a nap. Usually, she didn't let him nap when he had chores to do, but he got away with it this time. Probably even she didn't want to deal with the awkwardness his shocking comment had caused. And when they had to converse, she mostly ignored that he'd said anything earlier, acting as if all was normal, so she was back to being a bitch. But Connor was enough of a shit-stirrer to not let this stand. As she bent over to retrieve something from a cabinet in the living room, this put her in position to bend over near him, causing her round, juicy ass to press out against her beige pants, the material molding to each of the perky cheeks. At this, he couldn't help himself.

"Damn Mom... your ass is incredible! Whatever you're doing, keep it up!" he said, laughing as he looked at her from the couch. At this, she stood up straight and turned to face him quickly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, confused, blushing slightly.

"Just stating the facts, Mom," he said with a smirk on his face. She made her way out of the room after this, and the fun was over when Dad got home a little later.

Honestly, this was done mostly just to mess with her. He knew that his mother was objectively attractive, but she was just such a bitch that he never felt any sort of attraction to her in that way. But his flirtatious charm had always worked him wonders, and he was curious how his mom would react finally being on the receiving end of that flirtatiousness. Her reactions so far had been hard to read. She wasn't mad, but she certainly wasn't happy about it either. She was confused and caught off guard, almost in disbelief, but she was not necessarily upset. But it seemed to completely put her on her heels in a way that few things ever did. He was interested to see how she would respond as he kept running game.

He wasn't aggressive about it, but he'd make the occasional comment or wolf whistle. Curiously, she never directly told him to stop, or cut it out. She would say that he probably shouldn't be talking like this, or continue on saying the bitchy things she always said towards him, but she never once asked him to stop. These comments he made would always make her freeze up slightly and stop her in her tracks. He'd wished he'd known this trick years earlier. It would have saved him a lot of aggravation.

Then, a funny thing happened.

She started dressing up a bit. Not to an insane degree, mind you. She probably didn't know she was doing it. But suddenly, her outfits would be a bit nicer. And tighter, more form-fitting. She busted out a few skirts, and some tops that were lower cut. It was as if she was asking for more of these teasing comments. It was as if she was asking to be objectified by her flirt of a son.

It was almost as if she liked it.

Was this it? Was this the root of everything? Was this why she always seemed to be constantly annoyed with him? Did she see him spitting his charm and flirtatiousness with all these girls, and was on some level jealous that it wasn't coming to her instead? Sure, he'd always had that smoothness and a way with words, which he handed out to everybody, his mother included. But he'd never flirted with her in the same way he did with all those other girls. She was his mother, why would he? But things had changed for him thanks to the events of the previous Christmas, and now that he was unleashing that play from his playbook, she was responding.

It was slow going at first. She would wear a tighter pair of pants, or a skirt that would really showcase her upturned ass. She would wear tops that were a bit lower cut than usual, highlighting her magnificent boobs. And she would keep engaging him, needling him, as if trying to induce a response out of him. And most of the time, she would get her wish.

"Get your ass moving! You can't just lay around all day..." she would call out to him angrily as he laid on the couch.

"Sorry Mom, I was too busy watching your ass move. Damn, it looks good today..." he responded with a smirk, after spending most of the morning watching her perfect, full rear end bouncing around in these tight-fitted beige pants. It was difficult not to notice. They really looked amazing on her. At this, slightly blushing, she threw the dust towel in her hands at his face.

"Cut it out..." she said, lacking the bite her commands would normally have, as if she was saying it only to keep up appearances. As if she didn't mind at all...

And if she didn't on some level enjoy this kinda talk, she certainly wouldn't have worn a pair of pants that were even tighter than that pair a short time later. A thin, silvery pair of pants that were practically painted on, hugging the firm, meaty cheeks, showcasing their firm shape completely and even showcasing the slight crevasse in between, giving anyone who happened to be behind her a good look at her perfectly formed ass. When she was out, she wore a sweater around her waist to prevent causing car accidents when she crossed the street, but as soon as she got home, the sweater was tossed aside. This gave Connor, her own son, the only other person around, the one who'd been making all these supposedly annoying comments about her body, a primo view of her first class rear end.

She had to know what she was doing.

Connor moved to come inside after swimming laps in the pool and tanning. She had called out to him about something he had to get done in the house, and he disobediently waited a few minutes after this before entering, wearing only his swim trunks, carrying a towel. He came in to find her in the kitchen, leaning up to put away some groceries on the top shelf. This allowed him to just look at her perfect ass for a few moments uninterrupted, the ripe, firm cheeks jiggling ever so slightly as she put stuff away. Connor couldn't help but let out a wolf whistle, making her jump.

"Damn..." Connor began. "I think you have an even better ass than Lucia..." He said this without thinking, as he wasn't one to really trash his girlfriend behind her back. But in this unguarded moment, he spoke the truth. His mom did have the superior ass, better than his girlfriend's. And for the first time, his mom's expression changed, looking back at him, eyes flashing for just a split-second, almost acknowledging that she took pleasure in hearing this. Took pleasure in hearing that she had his girlfriend beat, in at least one specific way. She shook this expression off her face quickly, but not quick enough for him not to notice.

"Just..." she began, stammering, looking his exposed body up and down. "Go cool off..." she said quietly, shooing him away, but as she turned away, he could almost see her smiling.

His comments about her ass aside, he far more preferred boobs to butts. And honestly, it always seemed like his mother was far prouder of her giant, firm breasts than her rear end. Maybe she was using her ass to test the waters in a subtle way, to get his attention without being too obvious about it. But it would be hard for her to be subtle with those oversized tits of hers. She had pushed things about as far as she needed to with her ass. And once she got confirmation that he appreciated her ass the way he was meant to, and that he could admit her ass was superior to his girlfriend's, she pivoted, trying to divert attention upwards to her big breasts, hoping for the same effusive commentary.

She had started with slightly lower cut tops once this whole thing started, nothing too crazy though. But after the day with the tight silver pants, she took it to a new level. She started wearing very low cut tops, showing off a healthy amount of chest, and the round, bare, smooth slopes of her massive breasts. She also began wearing very tight, form-fitting tops, which hugged her slim torso, really emphasizing the size and shape of her big breasts. And, although he had no confirmation, he could swear she was wearing push-up bras, really pushing her tits out, making sure they were getting his attention.

But, in a brilliant bit of improvisation that he himself was proud about, he started to just flat out ignore these overtures on her part. She suddenly started showing more cleavage than usual, and he stopped making comments. This, at the time when he had the most ammunition. Like, seriously, she was showing a stupid amount of cleavage while working around the house. He was the only one around! It was so obvious she was trying to bait him into talking about her tits, but he wisely said nothing, not acknowledging this very obvious change in her outfits. She'd show a sizable amount of cleavage, and he didn't say a word, acting at his normal level of disobedience, not making any comments about the display she was making.

She had a choice to make. Either she could back off this little thing going on between them, or she could push harder and make him talk.

She chose the latter.

Like when she marched up to him, wearing a slim, lime colored top, showing about six inches of good, healthy cleavage, demanding to know why he hadn't mowed the lawn yet. Judging by the way her tits shook as she did this, it was clear she had chosen an extra jiggly bra for this outfit, trying to make sure that she got Connor's attention. But he chose not to indulge her, simply apologizing for his mistake before marching right outside to take care of the lawn. Or the time, while he lied on the couch watching TV lazily, when she screamed at him about him being out later than he promised the night before, wearing high heels, a short, flowy black skirt, and a silver, figure hugging top with no bra, sporting even more cleavage than the last time. He apologized again and promised to be a better son in the future. Her anger was completely muted by this, and she didn't know what to say. He had replied to the argument in the way a mother would hope, and he hadn't ogled her body either. She didn't know what was going on. Why wasn't he getting more upset?

Then there was the time she came back from yoga. Usually, she would change there, but this time, she came home in her tight yoga pants and sports bra. It wasn't like she secretly knew her son would be at home. It wasn't as if she was ready to yell at him for not working enough at his job and supporting of himself, even though she knew he had a job and just had a day off from work after working six straight days. She didn't try to cover herself up when she yelled at him, letting him look at her hot, fit body. She didn't seem to mind that her tits were pouring over the edges of her stylish sports bra top as she screamed at him. What she did mind, without saying it, is that he didn't even look. And when he said he'd ask his boss for more hours, seemingly giving her what she was asking for, she got even madder.

Because in truth, he wasn't giving her what she was asking for.

Then there was that time when she was working out in the yard. Damn, she looked good that day. She was wearing some old, but still nice jeans, slim and figure hugging. And up top she was wearing an old, button up blue shirt. But instead of using the buttons at all, she simply tied it up at the front, showing off literally all her cleavage, her black bra underneath, and the full expanse of her slim belly. She came into the house, skin coated with sweat, and screamed at him as to why he wasn't doing anything around the house to help out. This was an obscene sight really. She had to know what she was doing. Her tits were straining to escape her tied-up top, and she was showing so much skin that he could see her huge boobs jiggle and ripple with each word and move she made. She had to know what she was doing. She was BEGGING for him to make one disobedient comment about her big tits. Keeping his cool despite there being so many lewd comments on the tip of his tongue, he said he would vacuum the carpets. She practically stamped her feet in an almost impotent anger as she watched her son get right to work, doing as she asked while not giving her what she wanted.

It was funny to Connor to have his gorgeous, bitchy mother in the palm of his hand. He was teasing her, drawing things out, extending the game. He didn't quite know what he would do when he was ready to end the tease, as this was so much fun driving her crazy. And plus... he got his own pleasure out of it. His mother always dressed well but seeing her show a lot more skin than usual was... thrilling. He was the guy that had banged his smoking hot grandmother. So despite his mother being a complete bitch, he wasn't above acknowledging how hot she was, and he did so by jacking off with her in mind. He felt like it was a small victory in their lifelong conflict to cum vigorous, creamy loads to the thought of all the skin she was so deliberately showing him.

He could have drawn things out longer, probably for the rest of the summer, till the point where she'd be walking around every day in her bra and panties for him. He had control and he didn't mind pressing that advantage. But then, a couple things happened. First, Lucia went on vacation with her folks as a graduation gift in the middle of summer, so she was gone for a few weeks, eliminating an outlet for all the sex a growing young man like him needed, which was a lot. Secondly, he got in a lot of trouble, so emergency plans were required.

Connor wrecked his car pretty good. It wasn't a nice car, a crappy old used car that his mom had eventually relented him having. His family had money, so that wasn't an issue. She just wanted to stick it to him and have a crappier car than his friends. Anyways, he'd been hanging out with his friends the night prior, smoking a little weed, another thing his parents couldn't stand, even though it was pretty much legal where he lived. But anyways, he got a little high, and on his way home, while dodging a squirrel that might not have actually been there, he veered off the road and ran into a tree. He wasn't going that fast, so while the accident crushed the headlight area in pretty good, he was able to drive home. He was a bit groggy, for multiple reasons, so he ended up carrying himself up to bed, hoping to figure out something in the morning. He fell into a deep, heavy sleep, hoping that everything would just work itself out.

"CONNOR!" Penelope screamed out that next morning from downstairs, waking him up. She marched upstairs loudly, and as she did so, he started to wake himself up, prepping for a big fight as he remembered the events of the night prior. Pushing himself up onto his feet, wearing only his boxers, trying to hide his morning wood as best he could, he was ready and waiting when his mom slammed his door open.

"Hey Mom..." he said, still groggy, one eye closed as he looked at his mother, smiling wide. She stood there, hands on her hips, looking stone cold furious with him. Dressed in high heels, a thin, thigh-hugging grey skirt, which molded to her ass, and a dark red top that showed off a lot of cleavage and hugged her huge tits, she looked extra hot. And the furious expression on her face made her look even foxier.

"You crashed your FUCKING CAR!?" she screamed at him, taking a step towards him. "And I can smell the fucking weed on you. Fuck. Connor... how could you be that fucking stupid? I told it to your father! I just knew if we got you a car, you'd fuck it up somehow! He said I was wrong, but... look who's fucking right now?!"

Okay, this was an emergency. Zero hour. It was time to pull the ripcord. To make his move. Smirking, unaffected by his mother's screaming at him, he let his eyes drift down to her jutting tits.

"Damn Mom..." he stated. "I swear your tits get bigger every day." He gawked openly at her boobs, and she crossed her arms beneath them and looked at him.

"No, no, no, you're not talking your way out of this one," she replied angrily, unwittingly acknowledging that her compliments of her body had gotten him out of some trouble spots with her before. "You're gonna explain to me how you could be so stupid and reckless!" she demanded, pointing at him, the motion making her boobs jiggle.

"I'm sorry, Mom..." he replied calmly, smirking, talking as if he were referring to the car. "It's just... they're so freaking big! And I feel like I've seen so much of them lately," he teased, looking up at her, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he dared bring up the unspoken thing going on between them. "I swear... they might even be better than Lucia's... maybe the best I've ever seen." Again, just like the last time he'd given this type of compliment comparing her to his girlfriend, her eyes flashed with heat before returning to her standard, icy glare.

"No!" she said, putting her foot down, not letting him get to her despite it clearly getting to her. "You are not getting away with this, Connor! If you have a magnificent goddamn explanation for why your car is practically totaled and reeks of weed, I'd like to hear it!" she stated, hands on her hips.

Despite his reputation for having a silver tongue, at the moment he couldn't think of any convincing lie. There was none. He'd gotten high and crashed his car. But he had to come up with something. Some clever explanation. Suddenly, the perfect words came to his mind.

"I got high and crashed my car..." he found himself saying, shrugging his shoulders. Even he was surprised by his lack of creativity. That was all he could come up with at a moment's notice. But this honesty didn't win him any favor with his mother. Her nose flared. Her eyes lit alight with fury. Her lips twisted into a poisonous scowl.

She was ready to let him have it.

At first, she was just laying into him, screaming out every curse word she could come up with for how stupid and reckless he'd been to get in such an accident. About how she always knew he was an arrogant idiot, and that he couldn't charm his way out of all his problems. He wasn't the type to scream back at her, staying calm and unaffected as she laid into him, which only made her madder. She got louder, holding nothing back, approaching him slowly as she did so. She tended to use her arms a lot, gesticulating wildly, and all he could focus on were her giant boobs jiggling as she did all this.

"Oh! What's that? You like staring at my TITS!?" she screamed out, looking almost crazed. Before he could react, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up fast, exposing her bare stomach and, after a forceful tug, her pink lacy bra, struggling to contain her mammoth melons. At this, Connor was slightly taken aback, as he didn't expect this maneuver. "And you don't think I saw you staring at my ass!?" she screamed out, kicking off her heels and reaching down to tug down her nice, slim skirt, exposing her long, bare legs and her tiny pink g-string. He had a mirror hanging next to his door, so by looking at it, he could see her ass just hanging out, the tiny pink string bisecting the round, firm, juicy cheeks, meeting with the thong bands in a small knot on her lower back, just above her ass crack. Kicking her skirt away, she stood in front of him, hands on her hips, panting with anger, looking almost insane with fury.