Ok, I guess

"Well..." As your mom's body leaned forward expectantly, your willpower was incredibly weak in the face of her very large bank account. She was understandably frugal, trying to raise a family comfortably, but you always wondered what life would be like with less penny pinching: probably more student loan debt. You really wanted the latest game console, and maybe some finer clothes would help you feel less out of your girlfriend's league. Hell, if you were really dreaming big, you could get yourself that sick sports car you see every morning on the bus ride to school. "I guess we could have a little fun. But no going overboard." You pointed a disapproving finger at your mother, who smiled with the giddy enthusiasm of a woman half her age.

"Awesome! Trust me, man. This is gonna be fun for both of us. Oh, I have to get changed~" Your mother's face melted into a lewd smile as Shaun envisioned his new body in all its glory. "I wonder what kind of underwear she has..." You heard him think aloud as your 'mom' hurried upstairs and out of sight. You feared what perverted shenanigans your friend would get into, but you also weren't sure how traumatizing seeing your naked mother would be. After a few minutes of mental deliberation, you eventually built up the resolve to keep an eye on your friend as much as possible while he piloted your mom, and you hurry after him. Your parent's bedroom door was left ajar with no regard for privacy, and the sounds of immature giggles wafted from the room. "Wow! Mrs. Bryan, where were you hiding this outfit?" Shaun muttered to himself as you burst in to see what he was doing. He had been right about his current clothing; it was nothing like what you had ever seen your mom wear. Your jaw dropped to the floor while your eyes travelled up her slender, stocking-clad legs, stopping when you reached the soft, pale flesh of your mom's wide ass while she was bent over adjusting the clasp of her pump heels, unwittingly riding the leather piece higher up her rear. You were fortunate enough that your pervy friend had elected to wear underwear, but the tight, lacy fabric left little to your imagination. Shaun rose to your mother's full height plus the inches of her heels, resting a petite hand on her thick hip. Your mother's ass was just decently covered by the creasing leather of a professional skirt. Her strong legs flexed erotically in the steep stilettos, showing off her dedication to the gym. Your mom never had an hourglass figure, but her waist was absolutely snatched in her silk blouse, and her chest would have looked more appropriate on a renaissance fair bar wench. As Shaun twisted in place, inspecting his new look, he spotted you through the mirror and turned to face you fully. He had yet to button up his top exposing the cause of your mom's newly exaggerated proportions: a dazzling white corset was pulling her torso into an erotic hourglass barely able to contain the heavy breasts within. She looked like a slutty secretary or schoolteacher! "Hey, Maxie!" Your mom's body said cutely. "How do I look?" Cute was replaced with sultry, as Shaun flashed your mom's emerald bedroom eyes and struck a seductive pose, framing her obscene chest with her elbows, resting her manicured hands on her exposed knees, and squeezing her thighs together eagerly. There was even fresh makeup applied, accentuating your mom's mature face with a youthful femininity that she would have chastised herself for trying to pull it off.

"What are you wearing?" You gasped in shock.

"Like it? Your mom had this buried in the back of her closet." Shaun gestured to his cinched waist proudly. "Kinky, huh? What do you think?"

"You look like your wet dream, Shaun! You can't take my mom out like this." You pleaded with your friend, who was having none of it.

"Don't use that tone with me, young man!" Shaun's voice suddenly turned authoritative, and you felt like you were looking at your actual mother again. You hung your head like a reprimanded puppy, until your her face suddenly softened in confusion at her own outburst. "Uh, hehe. Gotcha!" Shaun tried to play off the odd interaction like a prank, but you could tell he was just as confused as you. He quickly finished dressing by hiding the slutty body shaper behind his buttoned-up blouse. "Anyway, let's hit the road!" Shaun grabbed your mom's purse and started sauntering for the front door, his glossy skirt catching the light with each sway of his thick ass. In this uncharacteristic outfit, you had an easier time understanding why Shaun constantly lusted over her, and with the friendly, mischievous personality of your best friend, this sexily dressed MILF probably would have earned his click on the porn video she starred in. You hurried after your possessed parent, catching up as she was sliding into the driver's seat of the family SUV. Shaun had found a pair of cat eye sunglasses, looking like a trophy wife heading to pick up the kids from soccer practice. Shaun turned to give you an energetic smile as you sheepishly climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in. "Ready?"