Mom started to accept it as a way of life like my sister had all those years. Well she really didn’t accept it, she more or less tolerated it and tr...ed to reason with me.I started telling her what I wanted and she would do it. At first I would ask her to fix something for dinner and she would. Then I told her to stop wearing a bra. I would punch Mom’s tits whenever she wore a bra and it worked. I still punched my sister’s tits no matter what, just because I always had.The next step was for both. She welcomed him home by hugging him at the main door in a towel that cleared every doubt in his mind. If any was still left that it's certainly a green signal for him. As her breasts were pressing deeper in his chest it was getting clearer to him that he will be fucking his wife's mother in foreseeable future. His head is been filled with all the possibilities.“Sorry! I am not ready yet but I will be back in a minute.” Arti said and left his embrace. But while doing so her loosely tucked towel. .”“Oh, it would.”She hummed. “Just my top, okay? We’ve only just met, after all.” So far as you know ... Her hand departed. There was the muffled susurrus of moving fabric. A black shirt landed beneath my face, followed quickly by a scarlet bra, lacey and voluminous. She sighed happily. “Feels good to give the girls some air...” She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my earlobe, her warm, heavy, bare breasts pressing against my shoulder. My shaft throbbed. Any guilt I might have felt. ”Just then my mobile phone rang. Answering it “Yes, Ok,” Hand on mouthpiece. “Lorraine can you take us back down to the club please?”“Yes, OK” Lorraine replied. We quickly got dressed, Heather forgot her bra though.On arriving at the club we found out those noisy rugby players has finished training due to one of them going to hospital as he could not speak and had dislocated his arm. Yes Peter.“Fred do you have your keno ticket” the barmaid asked. I handed it over. The bells on the machine.