Your milf neighbour

Ding dong!

The doorbell startles you out of your post-nut stupor. Instinctively you pull up your shorts to cover yourself. Who on earth would be visiting at this hour? You mother goes to answer the door.

"Mom would you rather send whoever that is away or..." you pause mid-thought.

You were annoyed by the interruption at first, but now remember that it's probably Gloria - the smoking hot divorced neighbour who's constantly asking to borrow various cooking utensils. She never usually came around this early though. A memory of ogling Gloria's side profile as she bent over to water her front garden flashes through your mind. Her tight gardening outfit and overalls did nothing to hide her (admittedly a little overdone) fake breasts and butt. Your heart flutters and your cock stiffens.

"..or let them come in and join us for breakfast?" you finish.

"I wouldn't want to be rude dear, I'll invite them in." your mom calls out and opens the door. You guessed right - you hear Gloria and your mother greet each other and then come towards the kitchen.

"Hello darling!" Gloria greets you, sitting down at the table as if dropping in for breakfast was completely normal.

"Hi Mrs. Prikett" you reply keenly.

"Some bacon dear?" your mother places the last of the bacon onto Gloria's plate before turning around to cook some more at the stove. You catch Gloria's eyes roaming over your mom's super endowed body, lingering on her chest in particular.

Crap! you just noticed that your mom's chest is still soaked with your jizz, glistening in the morning sunlight. Your mom doesn't seem to care at all but from Gloria's expression, you can tell that she finds it odd.

"Have you started a new diet dear? Something about you looks different?" Gloria inquires, her eyes flicking between your mom's face and her massive jizz stained breasts.

"Oh stop Gloria, you always know how to flatter me" your mom replies, a bit embarrased.

Gloria keeps quiet but looks like she wants to press the issue further. You barely recognize a brief flash of.. was that lust? flicker across her expression as she keeps examining her figure. Seizing the moment, you obnoxiously clear your throat. Gloria catches your accusatory gaze and averts her eyes. Her cheeks flush red with embarrasment.

"She's right Mom, you should change - we have company," you explain.
"Gloria, would you rather my mom be dressed conservatively or... pick her outfit for her using the TV remote?" you ask.

"I'd rather pick" Gloria blurts out quickly. She looks confused by her honesty.

Grinning evilly, you excuse yourself to fetch the TV remote from the living room before handing it to Gloria. As if she were expecting you to do so, Gloria casually points the remote at your mother and presses the button for channel #1.

Suddenly your mom's torn sundress snaps out of existence and is replaced by a white nurse's apron and teal hospital coveralls. The tails of the apron waistband jerk violently, the same way that you've seen clothing and hair in videogames shift when spawned into the world. The apron has a large red hospital cross plastered across the chest, and the coveralls hang loosely around your mother's hourglass figure, covering it up with bagginess. Gloria fiddles with the volume buttons on the remote. With a *click* the baggy coveralls completely disappear, exposing your mom's enormous ass to the cool morning air. *Clack* the apron becomes skinnier, barely reaching across your mom's nipples and revealing the sides of her huge tits. *Click clack* the neck and chest area shifts into a cleavage window, making the apron look more like a ridiculously ill-fitting tank top. Gloria drops her fork onto her plate and her mouth hangs open. Your mother's exposed ass wobbles obscenely as she strides over to place more bacon in front of Gloria.

"Here you are love. I'll make everyone some pancakes too. Won't be long," she announces.