Tabitha is upstairs and reluctantly agrees to come.

Feeling for your mother in this moment and not wanting to give her any further cause to be disappointed, you told her, "Well I think she's upstairs if you want me to give her a shout. I'm sure I heard her music blaring away in there when I went past."

"Thanks, Tim, if you could," she replied.

"Sure, no problem."

Heading then up the stairs and into your sister's room, where you found her sprawled out across the floor playing on her laptop while listening to that awful teeny pop music you couldn't stand, you got the usual "What do you want?" routine you usually got when barging into Tabitha's room. Explaining to her that mom was downstairs and that she was wanting the two of you to go over to her place for a barbecue, Tabitha immediately began turning her nose up, trying to think up excuses why not to go. You however weren't having any of it, especially after hearing what your mom had just told you downstairs, clearly feeling that her family was slipping away from her and now wanting to let that happen, and so insisted "Stop being a baby. We used to have barbecues and stuff all the time. Plus mom's got a pool at her new place. It'll be fun."

"Her new place that's a porn cave?" Tabitha scoffed, "I rather not have a barbecue in a place where people have been...y'know, 'doing it' with one another everywhere, thank you very much."

"It's not a porn cave!" you told her, becoming a little annoyed by that reference, "And people haven't been 'doing it' everywhere either! It's just a regular house, same as any other," adding as you looked around her room, "In fact it's probably a lot cooler than this place. Stop mimicking everything David says and think for yourself for once. It's a sunny day, you're not doing anything else and mom really wants to spend some time with us. Just because she looks different and is living in a different house now doesn't make her any less out mother. Now, c'mon. You're going, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming."

Finally relenting after hearing all this, though clearly still none too happy about it, your little sister then huffed, "God, alright. I'll go. If it'll shut you up. Geez!"

Returning down the stairs a few minutes later with Tabitha in tow (after a quick detour to get changed and to grab some swimming stuff) you informed your mother who was still waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, "Okay mom, we're good to go."

"Glad to hear it," your mother smiled, happy to see her daughter, "Hey Tabby-cat, how you doing?"

"I'm okay," your sister responded halfheartedly, having always disliked that nickname and seemingly liking it even less now.

This didn't lessen your mom's newly improved mood though as she grinned enthusiastically, "Great. I'm happy you're coming along. Wait until you see my new place. I think you're really gonna love it."

So, pushing your rather **** sister out the door and into the car (that same red BMW your mother had now taken to driving), you then made your way across town to Stephanie's house; with you and your mom casually chatting away about things (school, home life etc.), while in the back, Tabitha sat and listened to her iPod, being pretty antisocial and not really joining in.

Pulling up through the now familiar gate and into the large driveway about twenty or so minutes later, your mother asked your sister as the three of you got out of the car, "So what do you think of my new place?"

"It's okay, I guess," came Tabitha's reply, gazing up slightly uninterested at the large angular building, clearly having yet to have gotten over her annoyance at being dragged out here in the first place.

Deciding not to dwell on this though, your mom who was simply glad that she was getting the chance to spend some time with her kids, beckoned the two of you inside and led you both into the living room. Though everything was pretty much how you remembered it from the last time you were there, there was a distinct lack of any sort of erotic or pornographic artwork to be seen, instead replaced by some nice bright and sunny pictures and ornaments that were more to your mother's taste, as well as a few items of furniture that had been shifted around. All in all, it did indeed look a tad more 'homely', having a splash more color and being not quite so obvious anymore as the (former) residence of a porn star.

"Looks a bit better in here doesn't it?" she said to you as you headed in, flashing you a knowing little wink that caused you to blush slightly for a moment, and not just at the fact that the walls used to be littered with pictures of her naked body either - having a gorgeous woman winking at you being pretty damn sexy (even if she was your mother).

"Yeah, just a bit," you told her, glancing around little as your little sister slumped down on the black leather sofa behind you.

"I guess this Stephanie woman was kind of rich, huh?" she added, indicating to all the expensive looking items filling the room as she immediately grabbed for the TV remote and switched on the massive LCD screen.

"She...she made a fair bit of money, yes," your mom replied, looking a little uncomfortable for a moment, before shifting Tabitha's feet from off the coffee table and telling her, "Now turn that thing off and lets head outside. We didn't come over here to sit indoors and watch TV you know," adding excitedly, "And just wait until you see the pool!"

Following her through the sliding door at the far end of the living room (that you'd failed to properly notice last time, due to the curtains being pulled), the three of you headed out into Stephanie's back yard, which was quite a fair size, complete with a small grassy area with a few plants and trees, as well as, just as your mother had described, a large swimming pool and what looked to be a hot tub at one side. You were of course suitably impressed, as to it seemed was your sister, much to your mother's delight.

"Wow, this is so cool!" Tabitha beamed, scampering quickly around the pool, seemingly **** now to just jump right on in.

"I knew you'd like it," your mom laughed, turning back to you and pointing you towards the barbecue in the corner. "Now, seeing as you're the only big strong male here, sweetheart, you can be in charge of firing up the grill."

This was of course no problem for you, telling your mother so much with a smile, having helped your dad enough with the barbecue in your own back yard to know how it works, as well as getting a bit of a kick out of being considered 'the man' now by your mom), and you quickly got to work starting it up, while your mother headed back inside to get the food for the barbecue, and your sister to changed into more appropriate pool wear.

Tabitha was the first to return about five minutes later, dressed now in her swimming costume as she quickly dumped a few plates and cup down on the table beside you, before heading straight for the pool. The sight of her swimming happily around in the water couldn't help but make you laugh, recalling how reticent she'd been to actually come here in the first place, now seemingly having a whale of a time, doing lengths up and down and occasionally splashing you with water. After about another five minutes or so of this, your mom too returned, carrying a large tray of drinks, chips and burgers, glad to see that your sister was now enjoying herself. Though she was still dressed in the same pink top and jean shorts she had been, you noticed after a minute or two that the lacy bra straps that had been noticeable before had gone, replaced instead by new straps that you realized had to be a bikini. This revelation very much grabbed your attention, being rather curious to see how your mother now filled a bikini (having of course seen Amber wearing one before online and aware how hot it looked), very much hoping now that she too might decide to take a dip in the pool and show off even more of that incredible pneumatic body of hers.

As you were thinking about this however, while your mom passed you the burgers to stick on the grill, you realized that not only were your eyes gazing openly at your mom's massive chest, but you could feel yourself growing slightly aroused as well; feeling your semi start to push out from beneath the baggy swimming trunks you were currently wearing.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?" your mother asked you as you rather embarrassingly pulled your eyes away from her body and did your best to hide your erection from both her and your sister (not being able to think of a worst time to get one, as well as feeling rather guilty that you had).

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," you told her, trying as best you could to cover yourself, "Just making sure I don't burn these burgers is all."