Picking through the mountain of clothing, you fished out a blue bra with matching underwear. It was actually cute, its soft blue fabric contrasting with white flowers etched into itself. The easiest thing was the panties, simply pulling up your slender legs, gingerly covering your vagina, adding an extra cover for your figure. The blunder came from the bra itself, even if mom showed off how to put it on (in a display that would have almost turned you on, if it weren't for her being your mother), it wasn't easy. Your bulging cleavage wasn't exactly cooperative, pushing back against the undergarments.
After a good struggle, (with a few squeezes of your boobs to alleviate some of the discomfort) you hooked the bra over your back with a satisfying click. Taking a second to admire yourself, feeling the coolness of the clothing, tightly gripping your figure. Wrapping your hands around your breasts. Poking your fingers inside your clit for some fuel for your libido. Stopping just short of an orgasm, you take a few moments longer to check yourself out.