Out on the porch it was quite dark. I found a light switch on the outside of the house and flipped it on, then started pulling the cover off the hot tub. Beth sauntered up behind me. She wrinkled her nose and at the harshness of the porch light and used a hand to shield her eyes as she glanced around a bit dumbly. “Jesse, can you try to turn on the hot tub lights?” my mother's words were coming out slow, almost a bit slurred. Before waiting for a reply she added, “Is the water okay, sweetie?”

“Already on it,” I replied. I stared at the console for a moment and giggled quietly as I tried to make sense of the controls as they swam around confusingly in my drug-addled vision. “There we go,” I cried, turning on the lights. “You can kill the porch light.” Beth made a small, excited squeal and flicked off the lights. Instantly the world changed. The stars hung brightly in the clear spring night. The tall tops of pine and spruce tree reached up to a mind-bending tapestry of light and color, twinkling and dazzling above our heads, threatening to melt down and drip onto our drug-churning consciousness. Beth gasped and swiveled her upturned head this way and that, taking in the beauty of the night sky like a little kid. I was doing the same, but again, my drug trip seemed to have a more restless, active nature and without realizing it I soon found myself slipping into the tub, breaking up the quiet with the sound of water sloshing musically about, mixing with the sounds of the frogs and crickets. The water was hot, and for a second I thought I was boiling up like a lobster in a pot. I trusted the moment though, and soon realized that that the temperature was perfect, and I was just experiencing hyper-sensitivity. Beth was broken out of her trance by me getting into the tub. She turned her face down to meet mine, and I could have sworn her features glowed white in the darkness. The hot tub lights were a soft, blue hue and cast an unearthly, mystical luminance over everything they touched. It was a little dim, but I gauged Beth's expression to be one of awe and wonder. When she finally focused on me, we both cracked wide grins and began laughing in amazement at the beauty of the night.

Beth padded slowly across the smooth wooden planks of the porch. Her hips seemed to change shape and change color as they caught the light differently between alternating steps. I let my mouth hang open in fascination as I shamelessly watched my mother's scantily clad body glide beautifully through the night. She came to the edge of the tub, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she picked up one long, voluptuous leg and let it slide into the steaming, clear water. “Oooohhh…” she gasped, tensing her body. Beth snapped her wide eyes up to mine, as though she was mistrustful of the fact that I was fully immersed in the water that seemed mind-bogglingly hot the second she touched it. She looked down at her leg, illuminated blue by the light and swirling hypnotically with the visual effect of the chlorine, enhanced by our drug trip.

I simply grinned back at Beth. “It's alright,” I murmured. “It's not too hot, just give it a second.” My mother's expression softened when she heard my voice. A sweet, childlike smile spread across her face. She groaned low and happy, and then slipped her large body fully into the tub. “Aaaahhhh… Mmmm…” Beth rumbled in her throat. Her eyes met mine and filled with euphoric mirth. We giggled for what felt like ten minutes. It was incredible. I had never experienced anything half this beautiful in my life. The sensation of the water on my body… the warmth… I couldn't believe that anyone could feel this good merely by bathing. Then there was the sound of water lapping around us, babbling softly against our skin to a hypnotic chorus of nocturnal animals and insects. There was the brilliant night sky, the trees… and then Beth… I was stunned by the appearance of her body, partially immersed in the crystalline water. I could see her thick, womanly thighs pressed tantalizingly together, glowing bluish white, changing shape and swirling around with the gentle eddies and currents. My mother was extending her legs up and down, one at a time. She spread her toes and wiggled them around, reveling in the sensation of movement while I watched in euphoric fascination. Beth's heavy, gorgeous cleavage was mostly above the water and shone luminously in the night. The water gleamed ethereally on her skin, highlighting the raw sensuality of her curves as little beads of sweat rolled down from her lovely feminine neck.

Beth, for her part, was lost in the night sky. Her head tipped back and her mouth sagged open as she sat transfixed by the stars. A full moon had risen up above the tree tops by now, and was bathing us in a bright, silvery light. My mother's body was one eruption of staggering, glistening beauty after another. I remember thinking it was strangely hilarious that she was doing nothing but sitting relatively still and looking up at the stars, but somehow her body was startlingly active- a silver canvas in a silent film, a dancing whirlwind of visual hallucination. I giggled foolishly and asked her, “Haha, Mum… what are you doing?” As though it was somehow not completely obvious.

“I'm watching the moon, sweetie… Hahaha…” She giggled in reply. It must have struck her as an odd question because after a moment she laughed again and demanded suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

I stifled an outburst of laughter. Beth glanced my way, wondering what was so funny. Her own eyes were filled with mirth as I answered idiotically, “I'm watching you!”

Both of us erupted into a loud fit of laughter, me giggling like a fool, and Beth shaking from head to toe with a deep, full-belly laugh. The better part of a minute went by, and when I came back to my senses, in a relative manner of speaking, I glanced across the hot tub at Beth. I gasped suddenly, and brought my hand up to my mouth. Her top had become untied, probably during her rolling fit of laughter. The string on her left side had become slack and that bikini cup was now draped loosely over her tit. On the right side, the cup had fallen away completely and my mother's huge, naked breast jutted out proudly for all the world to see. I was now fighting back my giggles, staring at Beth's gorgeous, exposed cleavage. She seemed to register the change in her son's demeanor rather slowly, and by the time she realized that I was staring at her impressive chest, the other bikini cup had fallen away and now Beth spotted her top floating on the surface of the water towards me.

Without thinking, I chortled, “Mum… you need a bigger bikini.” I stifled a giggle as Beth's eyes went wide. She blushed deeply in the moonlight and I immediately felt sorry for her on account of her embarrassment.

“My goodness…” Beth stammered. She curled up her large arms, gathering up and hiding her prodigious bust as she did so.

Again, I still couldn't seem to stop myself. “Mum… Your breasts are huge!”

I was caught in another full-on giggle fit. Everything about this seemed hilarious to me. After a second, Beth snapped out of being frozen by her embarrassing moment. She threw up her hands in resignation. “Oh, for… for fuck's sake…” As she uncharacteristically swore, my mother caught my infectious laughter and once more we were both rolling in giggles. After a minute I realized I was in tears and out of breath from laughing, so I started to dial it back on the giggles so as not to hurt myself. As both Beth and I returned to a more normal rate of breath, I found that I was simply staring shamelessly at the largest, most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen, mesmerized by both their raw sexual appeal and of course, their preternaturally enhanced beauty- how they seemed to dance in the reflection of ghostly blue light of the water. Beth seemed to have recovered from her embarrassment and was relaxing in the aftermath of our mindless hilarity. After another minute or so, we were both calm and quiet again. Beth had joined me in staring down at her huge, bare tits, apparently just as mesmerized by them as I was. She gently placed her hands on the top of her breasts and curled her fingers into the deep valley of her cleavage. Slowly, sensually my mother pulled down on her breasts, running her hands along the wet, womanly flesh. I watched her, fascinated. As she reach the bottom of her tits, Beth wrapped her palms around her big, burgeoning nipples and gave them a squeeze. She gasped and took in a deep breath, pushing her chest outward and reveling in the electric sensation of the skin-to-skin contact, enhanced by the drugs affecting her mind and body. I might have been made uncomfortable by this, but I was simply too stunned by the quiet power my mother's beauty and unbridled sensuality to care. Beth's eyes fluttered. She let out an impassioned sigh and chewed lightly on her plump lower lip. She transferred her hands to the undersides of her heavy, wet breasts. Slowly she lifted them up and peered closely at her massive bust. “My breasts are so huge…” my mother groaned. The expression on her face was euphoric, but she was starting to look confused. Beth's voice took on a troubled undertone. “What is… What's going on? Am I losing my mind?”

I tore my eyes away from Beth's gorgeous breasts and murmured, “Huh? What are you talking about?” Beth's eyes went wide. Suddenly she gazed pleadingly at me with an intensity that made me a little uncomfortable.

“Jesse, I think I'm… bigger...” Beth muttered in amazement. Her body suddenly flinched as though she were feeling herself for the first time. She peered past her breasts, down to her legs and feet. My mother shifted on her seat in the hot tub, ducking her head to either side of her gorgeous cleavage to get a better look. “I feel… huge…” She exclaimed excitedly.

I followed Beth's inspection of her beautiful, robust body with lazy incomprehension. “Mum, you've always been huge,” I gave her a reassuring giggle. “It's the drugs, Mum. You're no bigger than before… I… I don't think…” I trailed off. Suddenly I flinched as well. Beth was huge. I was looking way up at her. Had her breasts always been so massive? She was sitting up straight now and her tits weren't submerged at all. I seemed to recall that…

My thoughts were interrupted by the silent appearance of Beth's bikini bottom. It slowly floated up to the surface of the hot tub and drifted towards me. My jaw dropped, and I met my mother's eyes. We stared dumbly at one another in quiet disbelief. After what seemed like a full minute, Beth suddenly stood up. Water tumbled off her stunningly voluptuous body in a silver, moonlit cascade. I remained frozen in place in my hot tub seat as my mother faced me, gloriously naked, and clenching her hands at her sides. In front of me and above me her neatly trimmed blond crotch was shamelessly exposed. Steam rose off her big, puffy vulva and I shrank back, a bit shocked and even a little intimidated. I looked way up, past Beth's beefy, round gut, up past the most unreal set of breasts I had ever seen, and into the wide-eyed, stunned expression on Beth's face.

“Honey…” Beth paused, shaking her head in amazement. “Sweetie, I'm… growing.”