Chapter 6

"Good morning, my darlings," Mom said gaily — her smile dazzling. She sat the last plate of food on the kitchen table and then with her arms wide open, inadvertently making the T-shirt pull tauter across her breasts and raising the shirt's hemline to almost crotch level, said, "Come and get it!"

I felt my cock twitch and my pulse quicken as blood began to engorge my cock. I heard Dad cough behind me and then shove me forward, "Have a seat, John."

I gladly obeyed, happy to have my sudden reaction to Mom's appearance hidden from view. I glanced at my father and his face was a study of struggling emotions — his unhappiness mostly dominating. You have to understand — my folks were REALLY conservative and REALLY religious. I had never seen Mom in anything that wouldn't be considered mildly prudish. Her nightgowns were the old flannel granny variety and even then, she'd have worn a housecoat over them whenever she had ventured out of her bedroom! Bathing was a locked door affair and I could probably count on the fingers of one hand how many times I'd seen my parents show affection to each other in public.

Mom's cooking hadn't changed though and proved a bit of a distraction, although I caught myself making furtive glances at Mom and her well displayed chest throughout the meal. Dad glowered the whole time and finally said, "Well — I reckon we need to get you to the mall and get some new clothes."

Mom blushed and nodded. "I'm sorry — nothing fits. Thankfully, I found one of John's old T-shirts in your dresser otherwise I guess I'd have to go around in my birthday suit." She giggled and winked at me while Dad frowned.

When we finished breakfast, Dad urged Mom to go upstairs and find something to wear while they went shopping. After she disappeared, both of us watching her swaying butt exit from the room, I asked, "Is Mom alright, Dad?"

Dad nodded and said, "Sure — she's just a bit out of sorts. Give her a day or two and she'll be fine." He glared at me and said, "In the meantime, keep those eyes in your head — that's your mother, John."

It was my turn to blush with embarrassment and I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't mean to stare…it was, just, I never would've pictured Mom dressing like that."

Dad got up and moved towards the door. "Don't be picturing your mother like that at all. She's just been through…a lot."

"Maybe those doctors were right. Maybe she should talk to one of those counselors or maybe a shrink."

Dad spun around and shook a finger at me. "You just shut up about that stuff. All Cassie needs is to get her bearings and she'll snap out of it. You hear me, boy?'

I nodded and he left after giving me a list of chores to get finished, but I felt very uneasy about Mom. Something was different and I didn't think simply being back in the bosom of her family was going to make that much difference. And as it was, I was right. Things went downhill fast.

That much was evident the moment she returned from her shopping trip…Dad's face screwed up in muted frustration and anger. Instead of buying her old conservative style of clothing, Mom now began dressing much more up to date…even sexy. Her new clothes included shorts, halter tops, dresses with hemlines well above the knee, all which emphasized her exaggerated with new weight figure. Within a few days, I got glimpses of Mom's ample breasts like I hadn't seen since I was nursing (not that I would have remembered), her stomach — not so much flabby as rounded in a way I found arousing, and her attractive legs. She bought new bras, but around the house, didn't bother with them.

Mom had her hair done, surprising us by not reverting to her old pixie cut, but keeping it long and while dyeing some of it back to black, keeping some of the grey streaks in because as she put it, "I think it looks pretty."