By morning the weather seamed to have cleared up. I heard birds chirping out side and sun light radiated in from the blinds. I let out a yawn and stretched hearing my bones pop then sat up, only something was weird. Did the room get smaller?
Mom was already up making breakfast, I lifted up the covers revealing the room hadn’t gotten smaller. I had become older. My body now rippled with muscles, clad in tight stripped boxers and my face possessed a distinct five o’clock shadow. I was at a loss for words. Then I heard a clatter and went into the cabin kitchen area.
Standing their was my own mother Lauren. Only it wasn’t just her, she wore nothing but an apron and her breasts and ass had more than tripped in size, her hair had also grown long and now reached her mid back, she stood their humming a toon and preparing breakfast. Then she finally turned to notice me, and smiled.
“Good morning honey.” She said and made her way over. I now towered a head above her. She then rapped her arms around my shoulder and lifted herself up to plant a passionate kiss on my lips. It was not a kiss between mother and son, closer to a share of passion between lovers with defiantly a bit of tong on her end.
Our lips parted, but a small part of my brain wanted the kiss to continue.
She smiled at me then turned around going back to the stove swaying her hips side to side....