Fresh determination fills his heart. He understands he needs to make her believe that she still, even at the age of forty, has an absolutely great set of t**s. They have always been her pride of joy and for her to think otherwise will only make her feel old and depressed.
"You should show them off because, honestly Mom, they are still nice." He wishes he could say something more, maybe something a bit more clever, but among the crowd on the dance floor his clever thoughts do not come easily.
"What is nice hon?" She knew perfectly well what he is talking about, but wanted to hear him say it out loud.
Jimmy presumes as much and plays along wanting to soothe her fragile ego. "Your t**s. They are nice Mother. Really nice." His comment sends her ego soaring as she notices how he very much pu
