All this is too much for her and she finally breaks down in tears

Your mom walked into the closet in a daze, amazed by the size - and the style - of her new wardrobe. She stopped in front of some of the fetish wear and lifted a very revealing latex mini-dress off the rack. She gazed at it in shock, then turned to face her reflection in the full length mirror while holding the dress front of her body. She looked at her reflection, then back down at her body and suddenly burst into tears.

She sat down on the floor of the closet, still clasping the dress, and let out a big sob as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Panicked at seeing your mother breakdown, you immediately sat down beside her and put your arms around her. She leaned into your embrace and continued to cry.

"Oh God, Tim, what have I become? What kind of person am I?" she cried.

You hugged her awkwardly, finding it difficult to maneuver around the huge breasts that pressed against you. Pushing aside your discomfort, you tried to find words to comfort her. "You're still the person you always were, Mom!" you told her. "The outside may be different but that doesnt' matter - none of the stuff here matters. You're alive, you're healthy, you're young - you've got a new chance, something most people would love to have. "

You got her attention. She looked up at your face as you continued. "Yeah, this person - Stephanie or 'Amber' - lived a, uh, very different kind of life. But that wasn't your life. Even though you're taking her name, the life she lived - the stuff she did - wasn't you. You may be called 'Stephanie Burke' but you are a new person entirely, and you can make your life whatever you want it to be."

You kissed her on the cheek. "I love you. Tabitha and David..." you hesitate just a beat "...and Dad. We're all here to support you in this."

You continued to comfort your mom, your reassuring words beginning to have an effect, when you were interrupted by loud meowing.

Your mom and you both turned your heads as a beautiful white and gray cat came running in, meowing plaintively. It rubbed furiously against your mother, alternating purring and meowing. It plopped down in her lap and pushed it's head under her hand, begging for attention. Strangely the cat had an even greater calming effect on your mom. She leaned back against the closet wall, visibly relaxed as she petted the cat.

"Poor thing," she said in a quiet voice, "it must have been here alone for a week."

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I didn't really think about Stephanie having a pet or something."

"Did you miss your owner?" she told the cat in a gentle tone. She looked down at the collar and read aloud "Pescara... that's a nice-sounding name." Then to you she added "Tim, would you see if you can find any food for her. She must be starving."

You got up and went into the kitchen. You quickly found some cat food in the pantry. A little more searching revealed the cat's things - food & water dish, litter box, etc. - in the oversized laundry room. As you filled up the dishes, Pescara came running at the sound. Your mom followed.

You both stood watching the cat eat and drink for a few minutes. Then you asked "So, what do we do with her?"

Your mom thought for a moment. "I don't think I want to get rid of her. She's the first part of Stephanie's life I've seen that I can identify with. But I can't take her home - you know how your father feels about cats." It was true. Your sister had asked for a cat many times but your dad always refused. He wasn't allergic; he simply didn't like them.

Your mom looked around. "I don't guess there's any rush to decide what to do with this place. So we'll leave her here for now. It's going to take a while to go through all of Stephanie's things and decide what to keep. So I'll just come over for a little while every day." She shrugged in resignation. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

"Okay..." you said. "Well, I can come over with you if you like."

She smiled. "That's not necessary, Tim. I mean, you're welcome to come with me but you certainly don't need to do so every day. You have your own life - you don't need to 'babysit' me or anything." She looked thoughtful. "That reminds me - I need her information even more than clothes. Would you mind helping me look around?".

Your mom seemed fully recovered from her earlier breakdown - almost determined now, in fact. You and your mom started to look around the house while the cat followed. A cursory search turned up the most critical stuff - ID, checkbook, Social Security card, etc. Your mom grabbed an oversized purse and an overnight bag from Stephanie's room. She chose a few of the less slutty outfits to pack, though even those were revealing by your mom's standards - some very tight jeans and blouses and a long but form-fitting knit dress. She also grabbed some shoes though most of them were very high-heeled and overly sexy. She did find one pair of sneakers to take.

"Is that enough?" you asked, seeing the relatively small suitcase she'd packed. She looked up. "I'll be coming back over here alot, so there's no point taking too many things." She sighed. "Besides, I don't think your father will be happy with me bringing any of 'her' things into the house. I just need a few outfits to wear for now - I can always change over here when I come back." She didn't look enthused when she added "I guess we should head back - Paul is probably angry already."

"Well, that's tough for him!" you said forcefully, still pissed off at your dad for the way he'd been acting. "There's not rush to get back."

You looked down at Perscara still rubbing against your mom's legs. "I think you need a break - and that poor cat could use more attention. Why don't we hang around here a bit longer."

Your mom thought for a moment. "Well, there IS food in the fridge that will go bad. I could make us a meal here to try out this fancy kitchen."

You were pleased to see your mom growing excited. She'd been so melancholy and down lately. "Sure, that sounds great!"

She headed into the kitchen and started pulling perishables out of the refrigerator. "Hmm, I need to use up alot of this quickly. Maybe I'll go ahead and cook enough to take home as well," she said aloud to herself.

She seemed happy enough so you volunteered to go check out Stephanie's car. You went into the garage to look around.

A little later you came back to tell your mom the good news.

"Hey mom!" you said cheerfully. "Guess what you now own - an awesome red convertible!"

"Oh?" she said absently as she puttered around the kitchen.

"It's a BMW Z4, 2011! With pretty much every option you can imagine! "you added in excitement. "Can I drive it?" you asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe later, dear. But I think I'd like to drive MY new car around first," she said with a smile. "Now get in here and give me a hand."

The two of you chatted while cooking and you found yourself having fun. You rarely spent this kind of time with your mom anymore and it was nice. Watching her in the kitchen, you couldn't quite reconcile the image of this busty porn star with that of your mother of 18 years. And you repeatedly had to stop yourself eyeing her breasts or her but when she bent over - you couldn't help feeling some pangs of lust. But you were generally able to relax and enjoy yourself - and your mom did as well.

You ended up spending a few hours there. Your mom's meal was delicious. She put some of the other food she cooked into the freezer, and packed the rest to take back to your family.

She gave Pescara a last rub and then you left, both of your spirits much improved.

Unfortunately the good mood didn't last. Your dad was obviously mad that your mom had gone to Stephanie's house. But instead of blowing up, he remained very quiet and calm - almost cold, saying only a few words to you and ignoring your mother entirely. Before you went to bed, she told you "I'm sure Paul will open up. He's just angry that I went without him." But you weren't so sure of that. And, indeed, things didn't improve.