Max gets tucked in

Max was way too old to be tucked in by his mom, and he still wasn't completely over the taboo nature of their recent encounter, but something in his mom's pleading expression gave him pause. He locked eyes with hers as she gazed longingly and his heart softened.

"Sure mom," he said.

Max's bedroom looked like a bomb had hit it. His bed was unmade, clothes were strewn everywhere and several dirty plates were piled up on his desk next to Kevin.

"Oh Kevin, sorry I forgot you were in here dear," Sherrie started, "It's time for bed now."

"Five more minutes?" Kevin begged.

"Off you go," Sherrie insisted sternly.

Kevin saved his progress and slinked away to his room.

"Alright, let's get this mess cleaned up."

Sherrie stretched out her arms and cracked her knuckles. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Max watched as his room transformed. Like magic, his bed made itself. The sheets tucked themselves taut and then his duvet floated flat on top. His clothes floated like ghosts into his closet. The plates stacked themselves and then floated out of the room.

The clothes Max was wearing peeled off himself and were replaced by a clean set of pajamas. Max shuffled his feet to help the magical garments get on and off his legs.

"Wow, my Mom the wizard! or witch?" Max joked as he climbed into bed.

Sherrie knelt next to him, she clasped his hands in her own. An air of seriousness settled over her.

"I have a favor to ask... if it's too weird you can say no of course. I just really want to.." Sherrie hesitated, "can I feed you.. from my breasts?"

"What, like actual milk is gunna come out? But you're not pregnant.. are you?"

Sherrie shook her head, "No, but anything's possible remember?" she held up her ringed finger.

Max considered for a moment.