Why not a little more youth?

You both get off the Ferris Wheel and decide to go to get an Funnel Cake to share. You realize your Mom has snaked her arm under yours, and is holding herself close to you. You don't say anything, but enjoy the closeness of this pretty woman with you, even if she is your mother.

Although, its less obvious to outside observers that that's the case; there's now only 13 years between the two of you, as opposed to 33. At a glance, one could assume she's your MILF-y girlfriend. To be honest, you're not ashamed of that idea. You would proudly show the world a beauty like this on your arm, even if she's your Mom. Hell, maybe even moreso because she is.

You order a large funnel cake for the both of you, and your mom's eyes bug out at the size of it when comes out. "Shit that's big! How are we gonna eat that thing!" She blushes a little, "Sorry about the potty-mouth baby." You respond with a chuckle, "Mom, no need to worry. Its nothing new to me. They're just words afterall!"

You both enjoy your funnel cake, and decide to commemorate the day by going to a photo booth. "Come on baby! It'll be fun. I need something to put on the fridge to remember this by!", she pouts. You respond smiling, "No need to beg Mom, I was totally thinking the same thing!"

While a good idea in theory, the booth you enter is designed for couples; its tiny and your **** to get close. Your Mom is practically sitting on your lap. You feel the soft bounce of her butt on your crotch. 'God she has a nice ass!', you think, before remembering, 'This is my Mom!'

But its increasingly hard to see that older, pitiful woman in the face of this beauty on your lap. As you both make silly faces and see the printouts from the machine, you can't help but marvel at how much it looks like a boyfriend and girlfriend. Well, almost... You don't normally date older women. But that can be fixed. The question is, should you? As she makes another kissy face and laughs, you can't help but remember the pictures of your Mom in college. She was gorgeous. Without any further thought process, you wink in the next photo and say...

"Mom is another 20 years younger and dressed like someone her age."

This time, because of your proximity, your Mom hears you. She looks at you quizzically and says, "What are you on about baby?" Even before she finishes the sentence, you hear a slight pitch change, as her voice looses that smokey maturity. Any wrinkled that remained on her skin vanish, as she returns to a fresh 18 years old.

The ass sitting on your lap tightens, as her body reverts to a time before she met your father...a time before she was ever pregnant with you or your sister. As such, her breasts shrink doubly so, until all that's left is a petite hotty.