His mother's reply is to put her on hands on his face.

"We have to do this, lovey. Just trust me, okay?"

He nods as he watches her take his hands in hers, squeezing them lovingly before slowly pulling one down to her chest.

In the past, he has always known that she is 'big upstairs' but for the first time, the boy looks at the large bulges contained in her pyjama top, trembling as he feels his hand come in contact with one of them.

"It's so soft!" He finds himself thinking.

Then he sees and feels his other hand being placed on the second breast.

"There... That's not so bad, is it?" His mother asks him.

He shakes his head, his mind trying not dwell on what he is feeling. Something warm and soft under the material that wobble as he subconsciously presses his palms into them. Then he feels something starting to push into them, something hard and pointed. Startled, he looks up at his mother who he sees now has a funny distant look on her face.

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"We need bigger guns." ~ Sergeant O'Neal, Godzilla (1998).