to subtly tease and arouse you, hoping to push you to act

"You'll never guess what," she said on answering the door to you, one Friday evening. Looking suitably pleased with herself about something. Your mother's face filled with an eager excitement.

"What?" you asked. Heading inside.

"Rebecca's gotten me an interview. Can you believe that? An actual job interview!" Rebecca haven been your mother's best friend, and by proxy, Allison's now too.

Her, and the rest of your mom's friend's having spent the last week or so helping her to find a job. Seeing as she no longer had to go to school, and the payout from the hospital would only last so long.

Naturally you were happy to hear this. "Wow. Awesome." It becoming more than obvious that she was growing bored being stuck here all week on her own, while you were in class and her new "friends" all had jobs of their own. "What's it for?"

"It's a typist position at the law firm she works at," Allison replied. "And only for a few hours a week, but she says it'll be a good start getting back into the work place and could even lead to bigger and better things in the long run."

You couldn't help but chuckle at this. "Back into the work place?" you inquired. Allison having up until now, never actually had a job. That's unless you counted the odd babysitting gig here and there.

"I know. I know," she smiled. "But I've got to start somewhere, haven't I?"

"When is it?"

"That's the thing, it's on Monday. That's why I need your help."

"My help?" you asked. Not entirely sure what you could do. "Whoa! Hold on there, Allison. You do know that I know literally nothing about law firms, or job interviews, or any of that stuff. Wouldn't Rebecca be a better bet to help you?"

Allison however merely giggled. Scrunching up your mother's nose in a rather adorable manner as she did.

"No, silly," she told you. "Not with that." This coming as a huge relief. "She's already gone over all that with me. No, what I need from you is help picking out an outfit for the interview. I want to make sure I give off the right impression."

Though style wasn't exactly your strongest suit, this did indeed sound a bit more in your wheelhouse than interview technique. Having helped Allison many times before when she would ask your opinion on things (usually staying very neutral so not to get hit). Feeling actually rather excited at the prospect of getting to watch her model clothes for you again in that body, even though you knew you really shouldn't. "I guess I can handle that."

"Thanks, Tim! I knew I could count on you," she beamed. Pulling you in for a quick embrace, and allowing you to once again feel her exceptionally large, cushiony chest pressing against your own. Telling you as she did, "Now just wait there. I'll go get some of the stuff I've picked out already." Scampering then towards her room. Her youthful exuberance still coming through clearly from your mother's middle aged body. The sight of her practically skipping across the apartment causing you to smile.

I guess you can take the Allison out of her body, but you can't take the Allison out of her, you chuckled softly to yourself. Taking a seat on the sofa the, while you awaited her return.

She reappeared ten minutes later. No longer dressed in the sweater and slack combo she had been, but instead in a plain white blouse, dark skirt and heels. Clothes which definitely accentuated the natural curves of her body. The combination of the tight pencil skirt and 4 inch heels really showcasing your mother's legs. Having never really noticed just how nice they were until now.

"So, what do you think?" she asked. Giving you a little turn and showing off her large rump in the process. The material of the skirt stretching tightly across it's surface.

Naturally, your eyes immediately honed in on those two impressive ass cheeks. Feeling an inadvertent little twitch from downstairs. Before quickly redirecting them back up towards her face. Hoping that she hadn't seen this.

"Yeah. It uh... it looks good," you told her. "Very professional."

Allison however, wasn't quite so sure. "You think?" Giving herself the once over, and pushing out both her bust and hips. "I dunno... I think I maybe need something else. Like a jacket or something to go with the skirt."

This was typical Allison. Never happy. And although you assured her that it "looks fine to me", she was already off to fetch one before you were even done speaking. Her heels clicking and clacking on the wooden floor as she disappeared again from sight. Better than fine even, you thought to yourself once she was gone. Having never really seen your mom's body dressed in such a way before. At least not since you were really little. Your mom having given up her career a long time ago to raise you and your siblings. But it was more than clear now, the professional look really suited her voluptuous curves.

Realizing what it was you were thinking, you immediately began to chastise yourself. Fuck! What is wrong with me? I'm doing it again. Wishing you could switch off thoughts like these. It being wrong to think of your mom... or at least her body in that kind of way.

You couldn't though, more's the pity, and about forty second later she returned. This time with a matching suit jacket, which she was currently half way through putting on. Seemingly having some difficulty with the buttons. "I was... I was thinking this might look good," she said, straining slightly as she walked towards you. "But I can't seem to get these stupid things to fasten!"

It was no wonder, you thought. It being her breasts that were causing the problem. The jacket clearly having been tailored for someone a lot less busty. Those two giant swells that were pushing out proudly from her blouse being in absolutely no danger of being contained. No matter how hard she tried.

"Dammit!" she groaned. Finally giving up in frustration after about two minute of pulling and stretching at the material. Trying to get the thing to close. "It's no use. These things are just too big!" Her gaze, like yours, focused exclusively on her chest. "I don't know how your mother coped, I really don't."

You didn't know quite what to say to this. Not being at all prepared. It being strange to hear your mother's voice talking about her own breasts.

"I... I dunno."

"It's like every time I find the perfect outfit, these giant things get in the way," she continued, unabashedly, "and I'm right back to square one again." Grabbing the two offending items in her dainty hands then, as if deliberately trying to draw your attention towards them (and very much succeeding). "Honestly," she chuckled, "who'd have thought breasts could get this big. They're huge!"

They were huge, there was no question about that. The tight white blouse... the way her hands were now forcing them upwards, causing them to spill right over her fingers, all accentuating just how big they really were. Finding yourself somewhat mesmerized as your eyes followed their every curve. Feeling another reaction occurring downstairs, and wondering (not for the first time), exactly what size they were. Double D? No. They were way bigger than that. F? ...G.? ...H? In all honesty, you could probably keep guessing still. Your mother's body, you were more than aware, possessing the kind of breasts that you went absolutely ga-ga for online. Breasts that up until now, you could only ever have dreamed of Allison actually owning. Something that you were pretty sure she knew fine well.

"Don't you think, Tim?" she asked. There almost being a slight tease to the question. Causing you to grow rather flustered, as you **** your eyes away from her chest.

"Uh... yuh- yeah," you stuttered. Doing your best to appear nonchalant. "That is, I... I mean, I guess."

She could see straight through this though. Her smile widening mischievously as she once again drew your attention back to her breasts. "Oh come on. Each one of these has to be easily the size of my own head!" she said, holding one of the spherical mounds up for your inspection. Her voice growing quite enthusiastic now. "And you should see some of my bras too. They look more like parachutes!"

Jesus Christ, you silently groaned. Not sure how much more of this you could take. The sight of this, added to the mental image of one of your mother's massive bras (which you had seen the odd time in the past, inside the dryer, or waiting for the wash), doing things to you mentally that you really wished they wouldn't. Watching and listening to your "mom" talk about how big her boobs were, really not being something any son should ever witness. Even if it was really Allison doing it.

"Not that I'd trade them though," she said. Finally letting them go. Adding playfully, "They really are a lot more fun than my old ones."

And with that the subject was done. Allison turning her attention again to the jacket, and returning to her room to see if she had another. "One that actually fits." Leaving you sitting there, still reeling from what you'd just seen. Feeling both ashamed and embarrassed for having once again got turned on looking at your mother's body. Your penis having definitely started to stiffen within your pants. This time hadn't exactly been like the others though, when you'd catch a sneaky little glance her or there. This time it was almost as if Allison was teasing you with your mother's body on purpose. As if she had wanted you to look. She... she wouldn't do that though, would she? You couldn't be exactly sure, but what there was no denying, was that it was gonna be a long time before you'd be able to get the thought of those big breasts out of your head again. Their sheer size, added to the perverseness of who they belonged to, doing something to you deep down inside that you couldn't quite explain.