It's Allison right?

You're stunned for a moment as you stand there looking at your Mom's assistant in just her underwear. You wonder exactly what help your Mom sent her to provide.

“It's...”

“Allison.” She reaches out her hand and shakes your excitedly. “I'm your Mom's assistant. Well kind of assistant. More of an intern really. I don't just work for your Mom. I help out lots of people at work. Mostly though it just seems to be guys who need help picking up pens or getting stuff down from high shelves. They always have these cute puppy dog looks on their faces. It's so cute. You look a bit like that right now.”

You remember Allison. As she said she was an intern at your Mom's office. Only a year older than yourself. You also remember her being a major airhead and really naïve. You suspect that your Mom just sent her over to get rid of her for an afternoon.

“So your Mom said you were sick and need looking after. She said that I needed to come right over and look after you for the rest of the day. What do you need a bowl of chicken soup? A nice cold drink? Maybe a back rub? Guys tell me I do excellent back rubs but your Mom tends to complain when I give them at work.”

“Well, maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable first.” You wonder just how far you can push this with Allison.

“Yeah, we should get you all comfortable first. Then I can make you feel better and help you relax.”

“Why don't we go up to my bedroom. I feel like I might need to lie down.” You suggest.

“Yeah that's a great idea. We can't have a sick boy up on his feet.” She replies

Allison gathers up her clothes and you lead her up to your bedroom.

“Oh cool this is so what I expected your room to look like. You know my brother used to spend all his time in his room. Playing computer games I guess. I always used to hear girls moaning late at night but he never brought his girlfriend over.” Allison rambled.

You sit down on the bed and pat the bed indicating for Allison to sit down. She sits down next to you. “So what's wrong Dan? How can I help?” She asks.

“Well I just woke up this morning feeling really, really sore. I've just got so much tension that I need to relieve. I don't know what it is really. You bluff.

“Well maybe you do need a back rub?” She asks.

“That could help. Actually Allison have you ever heard about the healing powers of female mammaries?” You ask her.

“I never heard about that. And to think of the number of poor, sick people I could have helped out.”

“Yeah, some Indian mystic wrote this big long treatise of the healing powers of a woman's breasts.” You explain. You manage not to laugh at Allison believing every word of the bullshit you are making up.
“Well I'll do anything to make you feel better Dan. Your Mom said that I should do anything you ask. So if showing you my breasts will make you better I'll happily get them out.” Allison replied.

Without further suggestion Allison reaches back and unclasps her bra. She casts it to one side letting you get a good view of her breasts. Her boobs are a wonderful D-Cup. Milky white with perky pink little nipples. You can feel yourself starting to get hard at the sight of her wonderful boobs.

“I feel better all ready Allison. But I read that while looking has good effects. The real healing power is achieved when a guys touches them.” You explain

“You don't even need to ask Dan if it will make you better.” Allison responds happily.

You reach out and start to caress her breasts. Her hands feeling every curve and contour of her breasts. You pinch her nipples gently. Allison lets out a little moan. You lean in and suck on them. Taking them into your mouth and nibbling at them.

“Feeling better?” She asks.

“A little. I'm still fairly sore. You mentioned a back rub? As it's not my back that's sore.” You tell her.

“Where does it hurt Dan?” Allison wondered.

You try to act embarrassed and look away from her for a moment. “It... it's. I almost can't bring myself to say it in front of you.” You cry out trying to sound as dejected as possible.

Allison takes your hand in hers. “It's okay Dan you can tell me.”

“Well okay. It's my penis. When I woke up this morning it was just so hard and sore. I couldn't believe it. I could barely move. I just couldn't have gone to school in that state. Imagine the shame.” You tell her.

Allison pats your hand. “It's okay Dan. I'll rub it better for you. Why don't you lie back on the bed and let me help you out?”