Olivia's cheeks burned as Kafka's words echoed in her ears, his teasing claim that her breasts were made of some 'magic breast muscle' sending a fresh wave of embarrassment through her.
"Kafi, don't say such embarrassing things!"
She stammered, her voice trembling with fluster as she sat astride his abdomen, her massive breasts thrust forward, still tingling from his earlier groping. The sheer size of them, so prominent under the open shirt, made her feel ashameful about them, and she couldn't shake the fear that he was mocking her, exaggerating their size to poke fun at how they dominated her frame.
"They're...They're not that special. And please don't talk about them like that since I-I'm actually quite self-concious about their size." She mumbled, her eyes darting away, her hands gripping his sides to steady herself.
The thought that her son was laughing at her expense, highlighting her difference, gnawed at her, deepening the insecurity she'd carried for years.
