You don't actually get a chance to discuss things.

Though it was hard trying not to think about what you'd seen back in your mom's study (not to mention all of the porno outfits and paraphernalia in that other room), you realized that you were just going to have to grin and bear it and wait for your mom to tell you what it was all about, presumably not wanting to do so while Tabitha was here. So, after wolfing down your burger and deciding to take your mind off things for the moment by enjoying the sunshine and having a bit of a swim, you stripped off your t-shirt and dive bombed into the pool, where your little sister soon joined you.

Messing around for a bit, getting payback on her for splashing you with water earlier, you found your were actually enjoying yourself (having not really done anything like this with your little sister for a long long while). Not that your attention was entirely on Tabitha of course, your gaze every so often wandering towards where your mother lay on one of the sun loungers; with her long, tanned legs stretched and her huge chest blocking out most of her face, happily watching the two of you and smiling away to herself every time Tabitha dunked your head under the water, or you did the same to her.

"You should come in, mom," Tabitha told her at one point, as she sat there fanning herself, obviously feeling the heat from the sun, "It's a lot cooler in here than out there."

"No, it's okay. You guys enjoy yourself," she replied, still being somewhat conscious of her body around her children, though laughing it off by saying, "I doubt you want me splashing around in there like this anyway."

"I don't care. And I doubt Tim cares either. You can just use your boobs as floats!" your sister then giggled, joining in on the joke.

Nudging her with your elbow, you quietly whispered, "Tabitha...Shut up!" not really thinking it appropriate, as well as feeling slightly embarrassed by the reference.

Your mother didn't seem to care however and simply chuckled at the image. "Heh. Yeah, I possibly could use them as that," she smiled, before once again declining, "But I don't think so, sweetheart. Maybe another time. You guys have fun, I'll just enjoy the sunshine out here."

"Alright. But you're missing out." Tabitha finally relented, before immediately diving at you and pushing you to the bottom of the pool, laughing away giddily to herself as she did. This carried on for a good couple of minutes, till eventually you noticed you mom fiddling a little with her tank top, before grabbing at the hem after a moments thought and pulling it up over her head.

"I might just take this thing off though, it is getting a little hot," she said as she noticed you staring at her, or more accurately at her breasts, clad now only in the pink bikini she had on beneath; the material of which was probably three times as much as a regular bikini, yet still seemed to be struggling to cover the two mammoth mounds as the thin straps visibly strained to hold them aloft. It really was quite the sight, and even though you were about ten to fifteen feet away, you were still blown away by just how massive they looked on her slim frame, nor how much flesh was now on display (even with the large amount that was covered).

"Good...good idea," you nervously smiled, before getting hit full in the face by a wave of water and practically falling over.

"Ha ha! That'll teach you not to stare," you sister laughed as you coughed and spluttered, your mother joining in a little in the background, before telling your sister not to be mean.

Feeling slightly embarrassed by this, not sure if Tabitha had indeed seen you checking out your mom's bikini clad boobs or was just messing around, you made up an excuse and climbed out of the pool, before grabbing a towel and drying yourself off. Sitting down then on the lounger next to your mother, seeing if perhaps now she might be a little more willing to discuss what had happened earlier, as well as taking the opportunity to check out her gloriously enhanced body, amazed by how toned and practically concave her stomach was, hidden in the shadow of her mountainous bosom (though being careful not to stare too long, what with having wet trunks now and there being little you could do to hide a hard on in them). Your mother however, made no attempt to discuss it, and you certainly weren't going to be the one to start, instead chatting with you about the pool and the house and other things that really weren't so important.

The rest of the afternoon went by quite quickly, and soon the sun started to retreat, causing Tabitha to retreat rather comically from out of the pool and into the house, shivering slightly as she went, causing both you and your mother to laugh.

"I guess that means the novelty of the pool has finally worn off," she said, removing her sunglasses and looking up at the sky, before giving her own bare arms a little rub. "It has got colder though. Maybe it's time we packed up and headed inside as well."

Agreeing with this and helping then grab the left over food and drinks from the table, you couldn't help but notice the obvious indentations of your mom's nipples poking out of the material of her bikini now as she collected up all of the plates (recalling what they looked like underneath; long and thick, with smooth, teacup sized areola - nipples that were just begging to be sucked). You were pretty certain she'd seen you staring this time, but you tried to pass it off as having been idly glancing around and quickly headed into the kitchen, chastising yourself once again for being so damn obvious. Not that it really matter so much now though, you thought, not after what you'd discovered her looking at herself on her computer, remembering that she still had that to explain and wondering when exactly she was going to do it.

It didn't happen then though, when she brought in the plates, nor after you'd all gotten changed and sat down to watch a movie, nor even after you'd gotten out of her BMW in front of the house; what with your dad suddenly appearing, wondering where you and your sister had both been. Telling you that she'd see you again soon and would give you a call later, you then left your mom and dad to their discussion, feeling frustrated that you'd never gotten the chance to properly talk, but overhearing as you went, what sounded like your father's discomfort at her whisking you both off to "that place", as he called it, as well as how your mom was currently dressed. From the sounds of it, even though neither of them had really discussed one another all that much these past three weeks, it was obvious that their 'break' wasn't really doing much for either of them in terms of their marriage; your dad acting just as repulsed by your mother's new identity as he had done, and her seeming just as frustrated by him in response.

In all honesty, you didn't have a clue what was going to happen with them, though right now it was your mom's behavior more than your father's that concerned you; having seemingly taken to her new body extremely well these last few weeks, acting and dressing a lot more showy than she had in the beginning. She'd lounged about in a bikini top in front of her own children for Christ sake! And while that might have been a natural thing to do when she had her own body, it wasn't so much now that her breasts were bigger than her own head!

Was it her new surroundings, you wondered, or perhaps these new friends she'd made that were bringing her out of her shell and causing her to act...well not exactly like Stephanie Burke, but a damn sight closer than she'd ever been before? Whatever the answer, you really did need to find out.