"Mom! W-what the fuck!" I yelped, scrambling to cover myself with both hands. In my panic, and with the glass of lemonade still in my hand, I accidentally spilled the drink all over my lap and thighs."Looks like somebody likes my boobs more than they're letting on," she said, her eyes dropping straight to my crotch. In my panicked state, she sounded exactly like a cat set to play with a doomed mouse or bird."Why did you do that?" I asked, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance heating my face."I needed to see if I was right," she replied calmly. "Earlier in the kitchen... you were hard then, too."It wasn't a question. It was a statement."I didn't think you'd noticed," I said, unable to make eye contact with her."I did," she said, "but I needed to make sure it wasn't just a coincidence."I pursed my lips, face burning. "Well, it clearly wasn't, so go ahead and laugh at me for being--""I'm not laughing," she insisted, completely deadpan.I threw my hands up in defeat, no longer bot
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