Clothing and accessories

As your unconventional family enters the mall, you stop and take a moment to think.

"Okay, let's split up. Mike, you run get some groceries... And don't forget the lube."

"Never do," he says, grabbing one of his mothers and running a hand down her back. As you continue talking, he rubs one finger against her exposed asshole; the April bites her lip, but remains silent.

"I'll hit up the D-cup-plus clothing store. Can't have these girls wandering around in hospital gowns all day."

"I dunno, I'm kinda getting used to it," the other April says. "Nice and breezy, with easy access for my special boys!"

"Fair enough... Still, though. I'll take April with me, and Mike can take--Uh, April."

"Sounds good," your friend replies, leading his bimbo away by the ass. "You cooking tonight, Mom?"

"Uh, of c-course," she stammers as Mike's finger slips further into her tight hole. "Muh... Meatloaf?"

They soon disappear into the crowd, and you lead your own April in the other direction. She gets a few odd looks: fake tits are way more common in this new world, but her modded-up body is a few levels above the norm. The hospital gown is a little out of place, too, which is exactly why you're here.

After weaving your way through half of the mall, you reach your destination: a trendy clothing store called JuGlamor. You've been here a couple times already, buying outfits for April and Peter. In your old world, it might have been called a lingerie shop or even an adult store; in this one, it's just a standard fashion outlet women who are free to use. It's a sizable demographic (in more ways than one), so every shopping mall has at least a couple similar stores.

As you approach the entryway, a black arch adorned with pink lettering, you pass a small group of people standing just outside. A middle-aged Hispanic man is fucking a teenage girl from behind, thrusting slowly but powerfully into her curvy, caramel-skinned form. She manages to look somewhat bored even as she clings to the doorframe, struggling to stay upright in six-inch heels. Other than the precarious shoes, she's only wearing a tiny black skirt and a matching halter top, which is totally failing to contain her huge round breasts. Off to the side, a similar-looking (but far less busty) girl is tapping away at her cell phone.

You stop to enjoy the sight, standing off to the side. After a moment, you take hold of April's arm and direct it to your crotch. She gets the hint and begins fondling you, gently running her hand up and down your sticky member. The people you're watching don't give you a second glance; after all, voyeurs are par for the course around here.

"Sorry, Mijas... Almost done," the man grunts, flashing the texting girl an apologetic look.

"S'okay Papi," she replies without looking.

The girl being fucked rolls her eyes. "We're gonna be late... Can't you just finish in the car?"

"I'm going to let you drive home," he says happily. "You need more practice for your test."

"Fiiine... When are you gonna buy Paula some fake tits? Then I can drive AND you can get your pinga wet!"

"We've talked about this, remember? We'll do it just like you, no special treatment." He pauses, thrusting into his busty daughter a few times in rapid succession. "When she turns 20, she can pick implants or a car... Not a new car, though, just--Oh, oooh, wait... Just a..."

The man groans heavily as he pumps his daughter's pussy full of cum. In his uncontrolled thrusting, he accidentally pulls out and shoots the latter half of his load onto her plump ass. "Fuck! Mmm, Mija... Clean it off for me?"

The girl turns around and drops to her knees, clearly in a hurry to finish the job and get out of here. You could let her... Or you could take a turn with her voluptuous body.