Beautiful and passionate

You decide to start with the pills labelled Height[+], Tone[+] and Age[-], and select some creams as well. Hiding them in a wrapped up towel, you shove the most important bottle of pills in your back pocket - the Suggestibility[+] ones. Then, trying not to grin too much, you take a breath and casually stroll into into the kitchen to make some drinks.

"Hey mom, what are you drinking?" you ask.

"Oh, I'll have a diet coke," she replies. "Thanks!"

"My pleasure," you chuckle to yourself. You check your mom is still in the living room and crack open the pill bottle. Carefully opening the pill casing, you pour the powder contents into her glass. There's no knowing how powerful these things are. Might as well use two to be sure. What the hell. You pour in another three.

You carry the spiked drink back to Sarah, who is flicking through TV channels. Most of the channels are highly sexualised versions of the TV shows you remember from real life, though there are a few action flicks that look the same. Thank god, you don't want to live in a world where Die Hard doesn't exist.

"Hey mom, can we watch that?" you say as she flicks past it.

"No way, Dave. You know I can't stand the blood in those things," she replies.

"Aren't you thirsty? Have another sip."

Sarah gives you a strange look, then shrugs. "Actually, I guess I am," she says, and takes another sip.

You lean forward, your heart rate starting to increase. "More. You're so thirsty, drink it all!"

It's only been seconds since she started the ****-laced drink, and already shows all the signs of suggestibility. She gulps the rest of the mind-fuck juice greedily and belches.

"Put the film back on, mom," you demand. "It's great, you'll love it."

She flicks back to it without a second thought. Perfect.

You unfold the towel and line up the **** on the table in front of you. Sarah glances over at the sound and frowns. "David! I told you to leave those alone! Go put them away, now!"

"Nah," you say. "I want to try them out. Don't you want a makeover? You must do, or you wouldn't have signed up for them!"

Sarah looks started. "A makeover? I.. guess so?"

"Okay then!" you grin, opening the Age[-] bottle and pulling out a couple of pills. "Swallow these first!"

You spend the next half an hour tinkering about with her body, making her younger and hotter. It's easy to convince her to strip off her baggy clothing so you can work the creams into her skin, moulding her body to your specifications. It's particularly interesting feeling her tits swell and firm beneath your palms, like holding a water balloon being filled with warm water. You dash back to the bathroom to grab the silver case, and start refining her mind with the Libido[+], Inhibition[-] ****.

You stand back and assess your hard work. Sarah now has the body of a hot woman in her early 30s. She's almost the same height as you now, with long smooth legs devoid of cellulite topped by firm, round buttocks that demand to be grabbed. Her skin is smoother, her paunch tight and toned. Breasts that recently sagged now possess the gravity-defying firmness only a teenager could challenge, topped with thick sensitive nipples. Her hair is the same seductive dark brown, but you rubbed Length[+] and Thickness[+] creams into her scalp until it flowed in thick, sexy locks as far as her lower back. This is what your mother would have looked like 20 years ago - if she'd been a model. Her face is pretty much the same as before, however. You've shaved decades from her, smoothed out most of the wrinkles and given her skin a healthy glow, but she's still recognisably your mom. The confusing juxtaposition of 'this girl is hot' and 'this is my mom' has you pitching the weirdest chubby.

"Thanks. I feel like a new woman! So alive, so full of energy, so... sexy," she purrs, rubbing her legs together a little and running her hands over her new body. Then she looks up at you through half lidded eyes and licks her lips.

"Is there anything you want me to do for you?" she asks. "You know, just to say thank you for a job well done?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?" you ask.

"What would you like?" she asks back with a half-shrug. "I'll give you whatever you want. One time offer - mommy's treat!"

She bites her lower lip and closes the space between you until her nipples are brushing up against your chest. Her face is inches from your own. "I know it's wrong, but this new body is making me so horny! Make me do something. Give me an order... I need it, please!"

You cup her face in your palm. She looks at you with unbridled lust, breathing heavily. You slip your thumb into her mouth and she closes her eyes, sucking on it. Blood is starting to flow to your dick in earnest. You feel the thick slab of meat growing down the leg of your jeans, almost a foot long bulge throbbing against the confining material. It's decision time - do you really want to fool around with your mom?

Before you even finish the thought you already know what your answer will be...