Chapter One
- Realization-
Alison had owned and ran the oversized clothing and footwear shop on the corner of South Main and Dixon streets for nearly twenty years, and the business had continually improved. Alison and Phil lived just above the shop in a two-bedroom overhead apartment.
Her son Philip, whom she just called Phil, had recently been attending his final semester of college at the not-to-distant University that was reasonably nearby. Phil had just finished his schooling and majored in business and management and was soon to begin work there with her at the clothing shop. He was to take over and run the business entirely in time eventually.
After all the graduating procedures were complete, the two of them had planned to spend some time training him for the position he would fill soon enough.
Phil was already very familiar with the store and all the inner workings involved. He had spent much of his time there as a child until he reached high school and then not quite as much. So, it wasn't the business end of the job that Alison was concerned with when it came to Phil working there beside her at the shop.
But still, it was the footwear department that Alison was primarily concerned with when it came to Phil running things himself. The customers in the clothing department all pretty much cared for themselves, but the footwear section differed entirely.
Phil had always tended to get a little preoccupied with things around him sometimes, and it seemed he could not often pay close attention to detail, especially where it mattered and was most needed.
Alison had already attempted on more than one occasion to walk him through the complete process of providing the customers with a proper footwear fitting. But she seemed to be having difficulty getting him to fathom that you don't simply put a shoe on a customer's foot as much as you place their foot into the shoe.
"Big, big difference," she had to scold him repeatedly. "Not so much with a man, mind you," she said, "but with a woman, it was an absolute must that could not be overlooked, at the very least."
But her young son could not concentrate on what he was doing at almost any given time, and his eyes always seemed to wander across the room and be somewhere other than where they needed to be.
Alison knew she must come up with a solution soon if Phil was to overcome this hiccup and work alongside her at the family business, but she was utterly lost as to what she could do to help him with his situation.
It was a Sunday morning, and the shop would be closed for the day. Alison pulled on a light t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and flip-flops and quietly told herself this would be a good day and they would accomplish much. She slowly headed toward the kitchen for coffee and a little breakfast; there was no need to hurry as she knew she would have to wrangle Phil out of bed to get any use or cooperation out of him that day.
It seemed Phil wasn't much of a fan of weekend training. She generally didn't bother him very much on those days, but she was beginning to grow a little desperate as he would soon start the position in less than two weeks.
She had already recently lost an employee she had caught stealing from her, and the only other one than herself had also very recently given her a two-week notice, and this was to be her last week there as well.
Alison sat directly in front of Phil at the long-fitting bench in the footwear department located at the center of the building. She immediately noticed he seemed somewhat more alert and maybe even more focused as he carefully reached for a pair of heels and began cautiously putting her feet into them.
"What in the world had come over him," she suddenly wondered. She had certainly done nothing yet to change anything at this point; she was still utterly clueless about his whole problem and just how to go about possibly helping him resolve it. She was still merely guessing at solutions herself.
After a bit, Alison was reasonably satisfied with his performance so far for the time being, so they casually moved on to something else. Again, he seemed to be sharply focused on her every move, and he was right on point with everything she explained and showed him. He was completely different; she could not figure out why.
As the day drew on, she became even more impressed with this new attention span of his. She was purely amazed at the enormous change in his attitude and focus.
But she soon figured it all out a bit later when she got a phone call and had to run out suddenly for a brief spell. As she went to get dressed a little more appropriately for her short trip out and back, she gasped loudly at her image in the mirror as she suddenly understood it all completely.
Without a bra on beneath her thin white t-shirt, her stiff nipples and puffy pink areolas were rather somewhat visible as she stood there and glared shockingly at the reflection staring back at her. After a moment, she quickly slipped into a bra and some blue jeans, and out the door, she went.
As she quickly made her way to her destination, she could not shake the images of her prominent, robust nipples pressing tightly to the thin white material of her light t-shirt.
"So, that's what that was all about back there," she giggled slightly.
She thought she should have known immediately what was happening, as she was always dressed in her work clothing whenever training with Phil on weekdays.
She then giggled again, "Men, who could figure them," she mused.
As she finished her business and headed back, ideas of her young son looking at her tits suddenly began to slip up on her; she had not seen him staring at her boobs, but what other explanation could there be for his unexpectedly impressive behavior at her attempts at job training him. It seemed as if she had had his undivided attention for once; she snickered lightly to herself.
Alison was surprised that she suddenly realized she did not seem upset about it and maybe even somewhat flattered by it. She may even be beginning to feel a bit giddy over the whole situation as she felt butterflies suddenly churning slightly in her belly.
"Holy shit," Alison exclaimed as she pulled into the driveway, and what she had been subconsciously suspecting the last few miles suddenly seemed to become a reality for her. Since she had left her destination and began to travel back toward home, she had slowly appeared to be growing a bit moist down there, and now she realized this had all suddenly become a genuine thing.
"Oh my God!" she thought as she braked lightly and then slowly turned up into the drive; she was becoming sexually motivated over her very own sweet son ogling her soft, firm tits for a brief time, and she hadn't even fucking seen him do it. Not even once, not even at all!
Alison very soon decided that her feelings toward this whole strange yet stimulating situation were just a by-product of exactly how lonely and sexually frustrated she had become over her years of sexual isolation. Alison had always been too busy with the shop to date, and time had just seemed to slip away, inevitably leaving her alone there with just Philip for comfort and a shoulder to lean or cry on when needed.
Realizing all this, she quickly brushed it from her mind as nothing serious and attempted to salvage some of what was left of the day. They didn't get much accomplished, though, as Phil was right back to his old, distracted self, so she soon decided that tomorrow would be another day, and she just gave up for the time being.
Alison suddenly realized that she may have also seemed distracted after her short little trip out and back earlier in the day.
Monday morning, Alison opened the shop promptly at 8:30 am as always, and soon they were back at the training again, hard and heavy whenever they had a chance between the customers and such.
Phil was his usual unproductive self as she again tried to run him through a shoe fitting for both a man and a woman. He was just totally disinterested in it all, and it showed badly. After receiving no forward progress with him, she informed him they would work on it later that evening after business hours as the store was getting rather busy anyway, and it needed her undivided attention.
Later that evening, after closing down the shop and then having a relaxing shower, she stood at the big mirror dressing for their late-night training session. As Alison pulled the thin white t-shirt down over her perky bra-less breast again just as before, she softly told herself, "Sometimes a mother just has to do what a mother has to do to teach their children the important life lessons that they need in this harsh environment."
She understood completely that that was all just simply a crock of bullshit she had just come up with and was telling herself to make herself feel better about it all. But that's what she was telling herself by God, and that was all she had for the moment, so she was just going to run with that for the time being, damn it!
She was very aware that she had enjoyed entirely the thought of what she had suspected about Phil, and she knew it well, but she could never admit it to herself, not about her very own son like that. The idea was just way too significant, very taboo to her.
She could feel her tits gently sway back and forth beneath the thin white shirt as she made her way back to the shop to find Phil and began the process of verifying for sure if what she suspected of him was indeed fact or fiction.
The moment Phil's eyes locked onto her bobbing breast as she casually strolled toward him, she felt the warmth suddenly spread through her loins, and she instantly realized that she was already in big trouble with this whole crazy mess.
She suddenly realized it didn't make a difference if she learned anything about Phil's actions. She didn't necessarily need to know about him anymore as she had just discovered something shocking and disturbing about herself.
