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Yeah... I've kind of noticed," Randall replied, flashing you an awkward smirk.

"You have?"

"Tim, I'm not an idiot. I've seen you checking out my ass and shit when you think I'm not looking."

"Shit...." You thought you'd been so sly about it as well, being overly paranoid that he'd catch you, "Sorry, Randall." This however begged the question, "Why didn't you say anything? Call me out on it?"

"I dunno." he shrugged, "I thought it might be kind of awkward."

Well there was no doubt about that. 'Awkward' barely even covering it.

"Plus, I guess I've kind of become used to it," he continued, letting out a slight chuckle. "You won't believe the number of guys who stare at me and Becca at the gym. I've even had a few of them trying to crack onto me."

"Seriously?" All you'd ever heard about his trips to the gym was vivid descriptions of your Auntie Rebecca's body. He'd never mentioned anything about any guys.

"Yeah. Greasy douche-bag losers. I told them where to get off."

It shouldn't really have surprised you, you supposed. Your mom had a fantastic body and that tight workout gear really showed it off. She probably had swarms of guys staring at her at every given opportunity, just like you now did with Randall.

His wording however failed to make you feel any better about this fact. "And now I'm no worse than them." you sighed, placing yourself firmly into the 'greasy douche-bag' category, before realizing that "Actually, I'm probably a lot worse. I'm your best freaking friend and you're now my mom!"

"Relax, dude. It's because you're my best friend that I'm not mad at you." he said, clearly not taring you with the same brush, as his expression turned a lot more sympathetic. "I already told you, I was in the same boat as you are. So what if this is your mom's body? Your best friend is suddenly a chick. A chick with big tits and a pussy. And you're **** to live with that like it was nothing. I'm not the only one with a harsh deal here."

"So what do you suggest we do about it? I can't stop myself from feeling this way, and this place is as much your home now as it is mine." Asking Randall to leave was of course out of the question (and not something you particularly wanted to do either), but there wasn't too many other options. You couldn't go on living like this. "I dunno. Maybe if I was to stay with someone else for a while. Auntie Joan maybe..."

Giving you a stern "not on your life, mister" look that your mother was famous for, Randall quickly put his foot down. "Tim, you're not moving out. But there's another solution to this problem. A much easier, much more obvious one..."

"Which is?"

"This..." he said, reaching then for the hem of his sweater, and, much to your amazement, pulling it up over his head.

"Rah-Randall..." you immediately stuttered, feeling your penis start to twitch as his bra covered breasts came slowly into view - not quite able to believe what you were seeing. "What... what are you doing?"

"What do you think, dude?" he grinned, tossing the sweater onto the floor and pushing his chest out towards you, "I'm showing you my tits!"

Even after two weeks of imagining this very scenario playing out every which way you could, you were in no way prepared for it to actually happen now. It just seemed too bizarre. Too surreal. And you had to ask yourself Is this a dream? as your gaze was pulled like a magnet towards those giant mounds, encased within a lightly patterned, white cotton bra (not unlike the one he'd been wearing before).

"There's no way in hell we're splitting up after all we've been through, and there's no way I'm gonna just let you sit there and suffer in silence. So the only other option is this." He explained, his eyes following yours downwards, smirking knowingly as he looked back up. "You want to see them so I'm showing them to you, end of!"

Tearing your gaze away from his spectacular looking cleavage as he reached behind his back to undo the bra - a task that was no easy feat - you practically pleaded with your friend. "Buh-but... but, Randall this is wrong!"

While it was everything you'd been dreaming of. Everything your slowly rising member wanted, you were also aware of the fact that this was the very thing that had put you in this situation in the first place... and what you should desperately avoid.

"I know, but... Just think of it this way," Randall told you, the straps of his lingerie loosening. "I'm not your mom. I'm not Randall. I'm just some chick showing you my goods. It doesn't have to be any weirder than that."

...Any weirder? you scoffed, doubting that there actually was anything weirder than this. You were unable to say it of course, due to your attention being firmly fixed on the heavy mounds pushing out from the now loose cups.

"Trust me, dude. You need this."

The next thing you knew, the bra was suddenly discarded and out they tumbled - those magnificent mounds of flesh looking every bit as perfect as what you'd been picturing inside your head.

Oh wow...

"See. They're just tits. Big ass tits." he smiled, cupping his hands beneath them and gently thumbing at his thick nipples. "Who wouldn't want to see these babies?" You couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't, being utterly transfixed by the sight of his extremely heavy looking globes. Each one so large and full and wonderfully shaped. Making his hands look rather small in comparison, as they struggled to hold them both aloft.

Your penis had gone from naught to sixty in no time at all and was practically at full mast already as you stood there, experiencing those exact same emotions as the first time he'd shown them too you.

Releasing them from his grasp and shuffling over slightly on the bed, causing each breast to jiggle with the motion, Randall then patted the duvet with his hands. "Come on. Here. Sit down." he said, beckoning you over, "You can jerk off again if you want to, I don't mind."

You however, remained frozen to the spot, still in shock that this was actually happening. Your mom was sitting there with her tits out (alright, it was really Randall, but it still felt like your mom), gesturing for you to sit down next to her. It was just so unreal... not to mention arousing beyond belief!

Beckoning you again, laughing at the fact that you obviously looked like a deer caught in headlights - standing there, mesmerized, with your dick now physically throbbing - you managed to find focus enough from somewhere to actually move, and began slowly shuffling towards him, perching yourself on the very edge of the bed. Oh Jesus Christ, that's her fucking tits! you croaked, now less than three feet away, your cock feeling like it was about to burst right out of your pants.

"Want me to suck on them again?" he asked, groping again at each large squishy mass and pulling at his exceptionally swollen nipples.

Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes! you cried, inside your head. It being translated on the outside though as little more than a dumbfounded nod.

Letting out a little chuckle, Randall grinned, "I knew you would", before hoisting one of his breasts up towards his face, keeping your mother's gaze firmly fixed on you as he opened his mouth and with his tongue, began teasing the outer edge of his pebbly areola.

The same shiver of shameful excitement ran through your body as it had done the first time you watched him do this, his tongue moving then to gently flick at the distended nub, causing its rubbery (almost inch long) length to spring delightfully back and forth. You were so hard you couldn't control yourself, finding your left hand suddenly moving on its own accord down towards your crotch. Seeing this move, Randall's smile grew larger, and after a few more seconds of lapping at his breast, he lowered his lips and engulfed the entire nipple with his mouth. It was so damn erotic you were actually surprised you hadn't just cum right there as your hand began furiously rubbing at your erection through your jeans, no longer able to contain the insane arousal you felt watching your mom suck on her huge tit, her lips making the most wonderful slurping and smacking sounds as she tugged hard at her own flesh... No. No, not mom... Randall! It's Randall, you had to remind yourself, getting slightly lost in the unreal fantasy being played out before you.

Releasing the nipple again after a few moments, it's length now glistening with moisture, he stared at you with a smug little smirk and moaned, "Mm, God. I love how good that feels. Having these big sensitive nipples rocks!" Before then grabbing at his other breast and stuffing that into his mouth as well.

No longer content with simply rubbing at yourself from the outside of your jeans, your hand jumped quickly into your pants, tugging harder and faster as Randall continued to let out those delicious sounding feminine moans. As wrong and as creepy and as perverted as you knew this was, nothing was going to stop you now. You were going to jerk yourself off to this incredibly lewd, incestuous display. It being everything you'd been fighting against these last two weeks, and yet, at the same time, everything you had wanted. The sight of your mother's body, right now, being far hotter and more arousing than any porno you could possibly imagine!

With this renewed vigor on your cock and Randall's more than enthusiastic performance, you didn't last long, letting out a groan of pleasure as you orgasmed right there inside your pants. "Uhh... fu-fu-fuck!"

Realizing what had just happened, your face contorting and your body jerking awkwardly on the bed, an even wider smile spread across Randall's lips. Looking incredibly satisfied with himself, he ceased his display and chuckled softly, while you sat there, feeling your warm semen soaking through your pants.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"