“Ha!” My mom said to me as we stood in our bras in the living room (since it was just us two women living together, seeing each other with only our bras on wasn’t too unusual). “Look at these! You always loved being bigger than me, well now look who’s number one again!” I knew she had secretly been taking breast enhancement pills, but I really didn’t care. Yes, I had always found it funny that my boobs were so much bigger than my mother’s, but it wasn’t that big of a deal to me. She had hated it though.
I looked down at her new large knockers, her dark nipple showing through her stretched thin bra. “Oh yeah Mom, you really showed me,” I said unenthusiastically. She was going to learn pretty quickly that having breasts that big wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I know from experience, and I’m at least a cup size or two smaller than her!