"Whatcha staring at honey? Is there something on my shirt?"
My face flushed red and I quickly averted my eyes. My step mom’s breasts-ah or rather, udders-were quickly growing over the past few weeks and I couldn’t help but stare. She would always walk around wearing tight, constricting shirts that barely contained her tits. I could see beads of sweat cascade down her canyon cleavage, I could see her cute nipples poke through the fabric of her shirt, and I could tell her tits were full of milk by the dark stains on her shirt near her nipples.