Cleaning 2

You decide to get rid of the mattresses first, because you can't just leave them just outside below the windows. To that end, you throw on some simple work clothes.

Lisa grumbles about her underwear not fitting anymore. "There's a joke in there somewhere..." you hear her mumbling to herself as she joins you outside the house.

You notice how her breasts stretch the fabric of her white top, which now looks two sizes too small. Her nipples, stiff in the coldness of the early day, are poking through clearly.

Ironically, her undies and pants are stretched tight because of her newly expanded hips - and not her dick, since one inch difference isn't that much in the realm of women's clothing.

She stands next to you and puts her arm around your waist, her body a nice, warm presence in the crisp morning air.

"We can't just throw them away, can we?" You ask. "I mean, how would we even transport them?"

"We'll burn them, I guess," she shrugs. "And make sure not to breathe in the smoke. Gosh, what is that stuff? It smells so bad."

"No idea."

You end up dragging all the beddings into your backyard, which is as much out of sight from your neighbors as possible. Lisa hands you a matchbox and a can of lighter fluid. "Here, sweetie. Pyromania sits firmly in the realm of mischievous young boys with questionable risk assessment skills."

"Gee, thanks," you chuckle nervously. "Well, I've never actually done that before, but I'll do my best. One romantic bonfire coming up!" She smiles, pats your shoulder reassuringly, and takes a seat a couple of steps away from the pile. You crouch and start pouring the liquid on the mattresses.

It doesn't take you long to set them alight, sending up a cloud of thick black smoke that smells horrendous. You sit down next to your mother, putting an arm around her shoulders. You can feel her body heat radiating towards you and it feels wonderful against your skin. You look at her and see her staring at the fire with a look of fascination on her face.

"I was thinking," she starts, "that maybe... since we'll buy new stuff anyway... it'd be good to get a bigger bed too."

"Really?" You look at her surprised. "I didn't think you wanted one that big."

She chuckles, "Oh Dougie, it wouldn't be for me! Well... not only for me," she adds with a wink. "I was thinking that you could move into my room with me."

"What?" Your voice squeaks with disbelief and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am." She teases you with a grin. "I love you and want to sleep close to you. So why not?"

Your mind races as you try to figure out what to say. How does one react when their mom asks them to move into her bedroom?

"What will Sarah and Crystal say when they come back from summer camp? What are we even going to tell them?" You start worrying about the practical aspects of this situation and the potential problems it may bring up.

"Doug, stop worrying about the details. I'll come up with something," she says soothingly. You look at your mother in amazement. She's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, even more so than yesterday and yet, here she is, talking like this. She's so calm and confident and... sexy as hell.

You take her hand and lean in close to her ear so that she can hear you clearly over the sound of the fire.

"Mom... I have one condition though."

She looks at you quizzically. "Which is?"

You give her your best puppy dog eyes and smile shyly at her. "I get to be the small spoon!"

She laughs delightedly and pulls you close, hugging you tightly to her body with her arms around your neck. She kisses the side of your face with a soft peck before leaning down to press her lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. The warmth of her lips melts your worries away as she slowly slides her tongue into your mouth.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she murmurs as she breaks the kiss.