looking over Amber's profile & bio page on a porn site.

There she sat, dressed in one of her large, ill fitting sweaters and loose pants, staring at her laptop on top of the bed, looking at, from what you could make out, some sort of porn star profile page for Amber Knights (there being a large nude picture of her in the top right hand corner of the screen and lots of stats below).

"Tim...?" she replied, looking round at you rather shocked, quickly clicking shut the webpage as you stood there frozen in the doorway, having not expected to see that.

"Uhm, so-sorry, mom," you awkwardly replied, feeling a little embarrassed walking in to find your mom looking up (what was essentially) porn, "I didn't know you were uh...busy."

Your mother appeared equally as embarrassed at being caught, her cheeks turning a little flushed as she turned her self round on the bed and said, "Uh, no. No, that's alright. I was just...I was...Oh God." Placing her hand on her forehead, she then let out an awkward little chuckle, clearly aware of the ridiculousness of all this, as shaking her head, she looked back up at you and admitted, "Oh who am I kidding? I'm sorry, sweetheart. I was just looking up one of those...those websites. I don't know why. I guess maybe I thought if I could find out more about Stephanie...or rather this 'Amber' person, then I could..." Suddenly trailing off, as if unsure what she was even saying, your mother then let out a deep sigh. "Oh who knows. I really don't know what I was thinking..."

"It's okay, mom. You don't have to explain," you told her, sensing her inward frustration, "It's natural I guess, to want to know more about who you are now and stuff."

"Yeah, maybe," she replied, looking back at the laptop screen, "Not that this 'Big Tit Babes' profile really told me anything. Other than my new measurements and what sort of...well, acts Amber Knights liked to get up to. I mean, I may be old fashioned," she said, turning back to you, looking somewhat perturbed by what she'd just read, "but half of these things I've never even heard of before! I don't know why for the life of me anyone would actually want to do that as a career."

You remained silent at this; it not exactly being the kind of subject that was easy for a son to have with his mother at the best of times, especially not now that she looked like the very porn star she was talking about. Add to that the fact that those 'acts' she was referring to were exactly the kinds of things that turned you on greatly, so you couldn't really in all honesty agree with her. Instead, you just gave an awkward little shrug, as if to say "I dunno", hoping that would be a good enough response.

It was thankfully, and your mother, realizing that this probably wasn't something the two of you should be talking about anyway, closed the laptop and smiled, "Oh well, I guess it kept me amused for a little while anyway...if you can call it that," before quickly changing the subject. "How's everything going down stairs? Is everyone coping okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," you told her, glad to be onto another topic, "Mr. and Mrs. Jackson from down the street are here now, talking to dad, and everyone seems really bummed out and sympathetic and stuff. Which I guess is nice and all. It's just..."

"It just feels strange because I'm up here, and not actually dead?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"I know, sweetheart, and it is going to be tough," she said, standing up and placing a hand on your shoulder, her voice calm and motherly (if everything else was anything but), "But we all agreed to this and we're just going to have to all do our best to get through it. Besides," she then added with a hopeful smile, "things should calm down once the funeral is out the way. Then maybe I can start showing my face again." This thought made her pause however, clearly not being quite as confident about that particular step as she felt she should be, admitting out loud, "Though I don't know....I don't know if I'm ready for that quite yet, if I'm honest, looking like this," adding a bit more assertively and practically, "Not to mention the fact that I can't very well go around dressed like I used to. Nothing fits me anymore, and I'm sure it'll be strange for people to see me running around wearing 'Jennifer Connors' old clothes."

"You could always buy some new ones," you said, coming up with a solution, "What with the money we got from the hospital. Isn't that for stuff like this?"

"Well I guess, yes. But for the moment that money is tied up in the funeral expenses, and somehow I don't think your father is all that keen on taking me out in public just yet to get measured for new clothes. Something tells me it's not going to be as easy as walking into a department store and picking something off the rack. Not with these things anyway."

You couldn't help but blush as she said this, your mom having drawn attention again to her extremely large breasts, currently concealed within her thick sweater perhaps, but making no less of an impression as they pushed out dramatically from beneath the material; nothing she wore being able to fully disguise them.

"What about Amb...I, uh mean Stephanie's clothes?" you nervously stuttered, trying to conceal your embarrassment as you quickly pulled your eyes from her chest, "Won't she have stuff at hers you could wear?"

"I suppose so, though I'm not sure if any of it will actually be fit for wearing, judging by what I've seen so far," your mom replied, resigned however to the fact that she didn't really have any other option. "Perhaps I'll get your father to take me after the funeral, when there is not so much going on. I don't think I'd be able to face going there on my own."

This made sense you figured, your mom naturally feeling uneasy about wandering around some strangers house and looking through all their stuff (even if technically it was her stuff now), and wanting a little moral support as she did. Though there was of course a part of you that was slightly disappointed that it wasn't going to be you taking her; being naturally curious yourself about seeing an actual porn star's home, in a way you were kind of glad that you didn't have to suggest it. After all, it felt weird enough being around your mother now at the best of times, how embarrassing and uncomfortable would it be discovering all of Stephanie's porn outfits and toys and things with your mom there? Yeah, better your dad went with her, you thought, that would at least give them some time alone together, time that they hadn't really had since before the accident.

With that now sorted, she then inquired a bit more about who else had been round to visit, taking a particular interest when you mentioned Allison, being of the opinion that you two were a good match for each other, having always liked her and hinting that perhaps you should make a move sometime sooner rather than later. This wasn't really on your agenda right now, even though you did like her and had wanted her as your girlfriend, right now things were a little too crazy to be thinking of stuff like that.

After conversing for another twenty or so minutes, having managed to life her spirits slightly (if only by your presence), you then returned downstairs to help out your dad and your siblings with the rest of the well wishers, thinking to yourself while you did that you couldn't wait till the funeral was over and done with, glad to finally get some piece and quiet for a change.