Although it looked like Jezzer had indeed left your mother’s body, you still felt that there was something not quite right, so you decided to keep a close eye on her.
She had gone to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while you sat in front of the television in the living room, pretending to watch a show. You could see most of the kitchen from here, thus you could keep track of your mother’s curious behaviour without walking past the kitchen too many times and arousing suspicion.
She seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, since she was humming to herself as she cooked. Your mother walked over and opened the fridge, and instead of kneeling to get something at the bottom, she bent over at her waist, showing off her ass to anyone who might’ve been looking. Even stranger, she smacked her own butt soundly as she straightened, while closing the fridge door with a hip-bump. She noticed you staring at her from the living room, and you could’ve sworn she gave you a sly wink before returning to the stove.
That seemed to be the end of your mother’s odd behaviour. Maybe you were over-thinking about it. She could just be in a very good mood, and here you were thinking all sorts of ridiculous things, like maybe Jezzer hadn’t really left your mother’s body. Then you heard something crash to the ground, followed by some very uncharacteristic swearing.
“Mom!” you burst in to the kitchen, worried that she might have hurt herself. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she muttered, looking down at her drenched T-shirt. “I just spilled some water on myself. I’m fine.”
“Do you need me to get you a towel or something?” you asked, noticing that your mother’s wet T-shirt had become see-through, and the sopping clothes now stuck to her, giving you a very nice view of her breasts. She noticed you staring at her, and, frowning, you thought you were going to get told off for looking, but instead her expression warped at the last minute, and she gave a very wide smile, winking at you again as she slipped out of the drenched tee. She tossed it to you, and you barely caught it.
“A towel would be nice,” she grinned. She seemed to be admiring her own breasts, before she realised you were still standing there. Her hands reached up to cover herself and she turned away.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she glared at you over her shoulder. “Hurry up! And get me some new clothes, I’m soaking wet.”
“Okay,” you stammered, turning around to leave.
“Wait, Timmy,” she called out. “I have some low-cut tops, don’t I? Could you get one of those?”
“Okay,” you repeated, wondering at the specific order she had given you. A low-cut top? She had never worn one of those in a very long time. Why now?
You tossed the wet T-shirt into the laundry bag and proceeded to the master bedroom. You rummaged through the wardrobe, looking for a low-cut top in the piles of clothes. You heard someone enter the room. Looking up, you saw that it was just Heather.
“What are you doing rifling through Mom’s clothes, nerd?” she asked spitefully.
“None of your business,” you rolled your eyes and went back to searching. “Mom spilled some water on herself and she told me to get some dry clothes,” you managed to find a pink-coloured spaghetti strap tank top under all her other clothes.
“That one, really?” Heather scoffed. “Mom asked you to get her some clothes that look decent on someone her age, not a hooker.”
“She told me to get this,” you countered. “These were her exact words ‘Could you get me some of my low-cut tops?’”
“Yeah, right, like Mom would ever say something like that. That sounds like something a pervert would say. Just like you, nerd.”
“Don’t believe me, fine,” you shrugged. “You can come downstairs with me and see for yourself. Besides, it’s almost time for dinner anyway.”
“Alright,” she smirked. “I can’t wait to see how Mom’s gonna-” she gasped and stumbled forward.
“How she’s gonna what?” you looked at your sister as she steadied herself, brushing her hair out of her face as she glanced down.
“Heather?” you prompted, and she looked at you in surprise. Oddly, she was smiling now.
“I forgot what I was going to say,” she shrugged. “Oh well, it’s not that important anyway. Why don’t you go and give Mom that top? I’m sure it’ll look great on her.”
“But you just-”
“Forget what I said,” she waved her hand dismissively. “I wasn’t thinking properly. Now that I’ve given it some thought, I can say I was wrong earlier.”
“Okay,” you frowned. “First you say no, then all of a sudden you say yes. You girls are just impossible to understand.”
“Not for me,” she chuckled to herself. “I’ll be in my room for awhile.”
You watched as she left the room, a lighthearted skip in her step. Now it looked like your sister had caught the happy bug. Why was everyone in the house feeling so happy?
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