She does, or at least says she does.

"No, of... of course not," she told you, after the briefest of pauses, "Of course we can't be... together. That'd be ridiculous."

While she might have agreed with you, you did get an underlying sense that perhaps this wasn't the whole truth. Her words somehow lacking conviction and her eyes looking rather saddened indeed, as you very briefly met her gaze. This could simply have been you reading too much into it however. These little details being easily explained by her overall embarrassment.

Taking what she'd said at face value for now, you sighed, "Good. I'm glad we're both on the same page. Saves any awkwardness later on." Though you kind of wished it could have saved some of the awkwardness right now. Still feeling incredibly grossed out, and in actual fact, more than anything wanting to put as much distance between you and your mother's body as you possibly could.

You were kind of stuck unfortunately. Having already agreed to stay the night. Could you get out of it? Could you just leave? ...Nah, I can't do that. That might freak her even more out.

"Maybe we should just call it a night, huh?" you then suggested. Figuring that this was the next best thing. Perhaps in the morning, after you'd sobered up, things wouldn't seem quite so bad. Yeah, right! Who am I kidding? you thought.

"Yeah. I think that'd probably be for the best," Allison agreed, pulling herself quickly up off the couch. Seeming like she was in just as much of a hurry to get away from you as you were from her.

Telling you that she'd clean up all the glasses and bottles tomorrow, she pointed you to the spare room, where you'd be sleeping and said good night. Pausing then, just as she was about to head out the door.

"Tim...?" she asked, rather timidly.

"Yeah?"

"This doesn't change anything between us does it? We're still friends, right?"

"Of course," you assured her. Doing your best to play this whole things off now like it was nothing. Like you'd forgotten about it already. Which clearly was not the case. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

She seemed positively relieved by this. A brief glimmer of a smile appearing on her face. Obviously having been worried that your earlier indiscretion had messed up things forever.

"Now get some sleep," you then added, "and I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay. Night then."

And with that she was gone, leaving you alone at last to fully vent and release your frustrations.

Godddd! you groaned. Burying your head in your hands in shame and disgust. Why the fuck did that have to happen? Wiping at your mouth then with your fingers, as if trying to remove the touch from your mother's lips and tongue. Why the fuck did we have to kiss?

This question was still racing through your head several hours later, after dragging yourself to bed. Tossing and turning pretty much all night and getting only a couple of hours of sleep... if that. The morning, when it finally came, not really playing out much different than you had optimistically hoped. Finding that things were still just as awkward between you both. Neither one of you making any mention of the kiss and doing your best to act normal, but it was both clearly on your minds, and that easy rapport you'd once had, had now completely vanished.

And so, after a quick breakfast, Allison drove you back home again, and you didn't really see each other for the next two or three days. Communicating only through your phone. When you did finally meet up again, things were similarly strained. It being as if you'd both regressed again back to how things were that first time you'd seen her in the hospital. There being an underlying tension that seemed impossible to ignore, despite how hard you both tried. You had kissed her in that body. You had kissed what was essentially your own mom square on the lips. And not a little peck either, the two of you had fully gone for it. The thought of your mother's tongue down your throat, at times making you want to gag...

Concordantly, you also couldn't seem to be able get the idea out of your head that, despite all the **** you'd drunk, there had in actual fact been a real connection there. You'd been so wrapped up in Allison, the girl inside the body, that you'd forgotten completely what was on the outside. That she was your mom. The attraction to your girlfriend still being very much there. At least to her mind and personality and all the things that made her who she'd been before, minus the physical form. Not that this realization really helped you in anyway. It in fact making this whole thing all the more difficult to deal with. How could you possibly still be attracted to her when she was in your mother's body? How on earth could you move past that?

One idea you briefly toyed with was to simply just cut her off. Tell her that this wasn't going to work out anymore and that you should go your separate ways. You couldn't do this to her however. Not having the heart, nor wanting to either. She hadn't just been your girlfriend after all, she'd been your best friend too, and it was all but impossible to imagine a future without Allison in it, in some shape or form. So instead, you simply continued to persevere. Visiting her on the odd afternoon after school to help out around the flat, as well as on the weekend to watch TV or a movie. Fooling yourself somewhat into thinking that things were back to normal.

On one such visit, about a week and a half later, the two of you left her apartment for only the second time. Heading out to the mall to do a little shopping, both for the apartment and for Allison herself. Figuring that despite the extensive wardrobe she'd now inherited from your mom, she'd still need to get into the habit of buying things for her now much differently shaped figure.

"How about this?" she asked you, after having dragged you into a clothes store. Holding up a pink top for your perusal.

"Yeah. Seems okay," you shrugged, slightly non-committal. Having never had an eye for clothes, Allison's taste nor your mother's, and still being a little too distracted by how odd it felt being out again with her in public. Glancing around every couple of seconds in fear that someone that you knew might actually see you, and you wouldn't know how the hell to behave.

"Do you think you're mom would have worn it though?"

"I don't think it really makes much difference," you said. "It's whether or not you want to wear it."

Mulling over this for a second, she replied, "I suppose." Still at times forgetting that it was her life too now. She might have to pretend to be your mom, but it didn't mean she had to do everything exactly the same.

"Alright then, I'm gonna go try it on and see if it fits. Wait here."

Skipping off then towards the changing rooms, you amused yourself for the next five minutes with your phone. Texting Randall a little. With the divorce proceedings now under way, the cat was officially out of the bag about your parents "separation", and your best friend had been doing his darnedest to try and "cheer you up". Which again had made you feel like a bit of a fraud. Similarly, Allison had had to deal with your mom's friend's in the same way. Having been bombarded by calls and visits earlier on in the week. Having just barely managed to come out the other side fairly unscathed. Blaming any slip ups in memory or character as after effects of the accident, and thankfully they believed.

"Okay. What do you think?" she asked, upon her return. Looking up from your phone then to see her now wearing that very same pink top. Obviously wanting your approval.

You had to admit it did look good on her. Being a nice mix between something that your mother might wear and what Allison would. It also having the added benefit of showing off her new, much curvier dimensions than the top she'd previously had on did. The material hugging tightly to her large chest, as well as showing off a decent chunk of cleavage. Your eyes being inadvertently pulled in that direction, due to your mother's boobs being just too damn big not to notice.

"Uh... yuh-yeah... Looks good," you told her. Nervously pulling your eyes away again, and blushing slightly in the process.

This unfortunately wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Having found yourself looking at her body in a slightly different way ever since that night you'd drunkenly kissed. Though you weren't sure why, and it had just started out as little things at first... noticing her smile more and her eyes... eventually you began thinking about just how pretty she was (in a mature, motherly sort of way). This revelation then drawing attention to her figure, which really was something else. Though not stick figure slim, she was exceptionally curvy, and had two of the largest breasts you'd ever seen in real life. Each giant mound looking absolutely ginormous compared to the rest of her frame. Not to mention that her ass certainly had an appeal of its own as well. Your eyes having more than once been drawn to those large swells.

Shit. What the hell am I doing? you chastised yourself (and not for the first time) while Allison continued to model. Feeling like some weird, perverted creep for staring like that. It was bad enough that you already had these niggling feelings of attraction for her mind, without perving on your own mother's body on top. She was your mom for Christ sake! You'd never once thought about her tits or her ass before, so why were you suddenly doing it now?

You didn't know how to answer this, though you were pretty certain Allison had noticed your wandering eyes. Covering it up though with a smile.

"Yeah. I think so too," she beamed, returning your attention again to the top she was currently wearing. Deciding then, "I think I'm gonna get it."