And then Uncle Pete's other hand was moving, opening the buttons at the top of her mother's faded cotton dress. As the buttons opened, Judith saw that her mother wore no bra and told herself that she shouldn't look, that it was wrong, that she should turn her eyes away. But there was no way she could.

"Jesus, what a beautiful pair of tits," Pete said, panting as he pulled the dress wide open and stared as he licked his lips like a man preparing to eat a tasty meal. "It's been so long since I've seen them. Sit up and give me a real show. Let me see those big boobs swinging in front of my eyes and then I'll suck on them the way you like. I haven't forgotten how you like to have those big tits sucked and rubbed. Come on."

Panting, her eyes flashing as her daughter had never seen them flash, Ruth sat up, pulling the top of her dress down to her waist as she did. Bodies were hidden things in Judith's home. She had never seen her mother's tits, and as she stared, she felt her body trembling with excitement and with a strange desire she couldn't begin to understand.

Judith understood why her uncle had called them a beautiful pair of tits. They were so big that she was unable to believe what she was seeing. Judith knew of breasts to the extent that she knew her own young tits were firm and smooth and jutted boldly, but she was so young, just eighteen, and all of her body was so firm.

Her mother, on the other hand was middle-aged, as she saw it, thirty-three. Besides, she couldn't grasp the fact that tits so big could jut out as firmly as a girl's.

Each tit was as big as a melon, she thought. Her heart kept pounding as she watched her uncle fondling, squeezing the lush tits, panting just like a dog. The nipples were big, like thumbs, she thought, but not as pink as Judith's nipples. Instead, there was a darker hue to them, a brownish pink, and they kept growing and getting harder-looking as Pete squeezed and rubbed, and then he was licking one while he tweaked the other with a finger and thumb.