So more than just tipsy.

Greta finishes sliding off your conservative business suit, finally freeing your new improved breasts. With you naked, she now licks you ferociously. You moan in delight, hoping Sara can hear you. It shouldn't be long now, even the most pure should succumb in fifteen or twenty minutes given the amount she drank.

Right at twenty minutes a Sara pokes her head out of the bathroom. She looks a mess.

"Mom, oh god, mom there is something wrong with me."

You moan as Greta sucks your clit and Sara notices the position you are in.

Sara unconsciously licks her lips. "Mom?"

"Come Sara, join us."

Greta pauses for a moment to favor Sara with a lusty grin, your juices running down her chin. Greta resumes licking.

The virus is clearly affecting Sara, her lips look full, her breasts plump and ripe. She takes a tentative toward you. Then another. You hold out your arms and when she reaches you, you pull her into a kiss.

You break the kiss. "Doesn't mommy's pussy look delicious? Have a taste."

Greta moves aside, kissing down Sara's taut belly as she slides her into your sodden mons.

You give a squeak of delight as Sara begins licking your sex. Greta's trail of kisses ends at Sara's pussy. She moans as she licks her spasms driving you even wilder. You orgasm.

You and Greta pull Sara into the bedroom. You switch positions, you licking Sara, Sara tasting Greta, and Greta eating you out. Sara mewls as she comes. You come again.

After dozens of orgasms, sleep claims you.