You take off the skin suit

I came down slowly, my body rocking every now and then with an aftershock of pleasure. Only when I was all the way down did I reluctantly unzip my mom's body and climb out. Hiding outside the door, I aimed the gun at the mom costume and fired. She reinflated in an instant, stretching and yawning, not at all looking disoriented or confused.

I crept down the hallway, grabbed my backpack, and snuck out of the house, pretending to return from school about twenty minutes later. By then my mom was in the living room on her laptop, her little glasses perched on her nose. She looked up and smiled at me as I came in.

“How was your day?” She asked.

“The best,” I replied.