My mom has perky boobs

My mom is here visiting from Vermont for the weekend - we planned on going shopping to find the perfect dress for her to wear to my wedding in August. After finding that perfect dress, we (read: I) decided she needed to have a proper bra fitting to complete the look.

As Oprah and many other women in the spotlight have admitted, most women wear the wrong bra size. This was apparent to me for reasons I am not going to share - with my mom's boobies. We went to Dillards where there happened to be a special bra-fitting event! Cupcakes and water were provided as we waited our turn.

Our lovely Turkish (lets call her Olga for the story) official Bra Fitter energetically found us a large fitting room in which we both unknowingly entered for an unusual but entertaining experience...for some of us. Mom went first.

As I sat in the corner, Olga asked my mom to remove her shirt. That's pretty normal for a bra fitting - don't want the shirt to make the measurements inaccurate, right? Next, after taking said measurements and gathering several options, Olga says, "take off your bra". Ok. Now that was unexpected, but we went with it. My mom faced the wall as Olga told her to bend over, then threw on the first brassiere. Now this is where it gets really weird. Olga arranged the straps, made sure the band was snug and fit, then inserted her ENTIRE HAND into the cups, GRABBED my mom's ENTIRE BREAST, and put them into place. My mom and I couldn't handle it anymore. We burst out laughing! Now picture Olga - 30 year old woman, dressed nicely for work and just having her way with my mother and her ta-tas.

We relaxed after a good laugh, and both of us found perfectly fitted bras to purchase & take home. Most importantly, we each have nice, perky, bosoms.