Some undersized clothes from your shopping trip

Thinking back to your shopping trip yesterday, a few items spring to mind.

"What about a casual skirt, since it's the first date?"

"You're right, that would be perfect," your naive MILF replies. “Let’s see...”

"I have the perfect one. Wait here." With that you rush off to your room, searching through the pile of clothes you bought until you find what you were looking for: a plaid mini-skirt and a stylized, elastic shirt, both child-sized.

You can't get back to Melanie fast enough. When you hand her the outfit, she frowns slightly. "I don't think these are meant for me."

"Huh? You're crazy, these are perfect for you! You’ll look amazing in this." You put just a fraction of your power into your voice, letting flattery do the rest.

She holds up the shirt to her torso. It barely reaches her navel... And that’s without the stretching that it’s sure to undergo from her generous breasts. She shakes her head, remembering the bikini she wore yesterday... But she can’t make the connection between the two.

Then she shoos you out of the room to get changed; not wanting to make a fuss right now, you go to join Greg.

When you arrive in the kitchen, you find pots and pans and various ingredients spread all over the counter. Greg is a passionate cook, and you learn a lot from his teaching. He shows you how to make a fantastic angel hair pasta with lobster, sprinkling the lesson with many other valuable tidbits.

With dinner made, Greg sends you off to get changed. He tells you that he will do the dishes and set the table, then take Hannah to another room and stay there to give you and Melanie privacy for your “date.”

Stripping down in your room, you’re already getting hard. You tuck your semi-erect dick into your pants carefully, then do your hair before approaching Melanie’s door.

You take a nervous breath, almost laughing. You’re tense, as if you were going on an actual date with a woman who wasn’t under your complete supernatural control. Shaking off the nerves, you knock on the door.

When it opens, you audibly gasp. Melanie is standing there smiling, pleased at your reaction... But you aren’t looking at her face. The undersized shirt you picked for her is stretched to its absolute limit: if she had tried to wear the thinnest bra in the world, the shirt would not have been able to fit... Good thing she isn’t wearing one at all. The flimsy garment barely covers the top half of her breasts, and if she sneezes her tits will be on full display. As for the mini-skirt, its waistband only has so much elasticity, so it keeps riding up from her wide hips to her thinner midsection. Even at its lowest point her ass hangs almost completely out, covered up only by her baby blue panties. She keeps trying to push the skirt down lower, but it doesn't help much (and her range of motion is limited by her skimpy top).

"Shall we?" She gestures towards the kitchen, so you give her your arm and walk her to dinner.

You pull out her chair, and she smiles at the chivalrous gesture. After using the opportunity to ogle her body, you take your seat.

The conversation flows smoothly, and you’re surprised by how good the meal that you and Greg made tastes... And Melanie’s compliments drive the point home. The view is even more delicious than the meal, though: your fake mother/date's barely-contained breasts are staring you in the face, her nipples outlined in the thin material. A few minutes into dinner you're rock-hard, and you take a few opportunities to rub yourself through Greg's dress pants. When the meal ends you collect the dirty plates and place them in the sink, holding them strategically to hide your erection.

Once again you offer your arm to Melanie, escorting her to the "movie theater" in the living room; a romantic comedy is queued up and ready to play. You start the film, then settle in on the couch with your "date."

Melanie seems to enjoy the movie, but you're much more interested in watching her breasts bounce with every tiny movement. About halfway in, you make a move and grab her hand. She looks at you and smiles sweetly... And for just a second, you forget what you're doing and feel like you're on a real date with a cute girl. Then you catch her trying to adjust her sad excuse for a skirt, and quickly remember what you're doing here.

You pull her close, putting your arm around her. She's initially surprised by your boldness, but pretty soon she snuggles in close. Feeling her bountiful chest resting against your side, you soon get very, very hard.

When the movie ends, Melanie stands up and yawns with a stretch. That's enough to pop both tits out of her top, and you get a good look before she realizes her mistake, blushes, and covers back up.

Melanie talks excitedly about the movie on the way back to her room, and you add just enough to trick her into thinking that you were paying attention. As you stop outside her room, she gives you the stereotypical good girl "this is me..." Which seems especially ridiculous in contrast to her slutty outfit. You lean in and plant a kiss on her lips... But she recoils in surprise. "Um, John... You can't do that with your mother."

You're a little surprised by that: after swallowing a dozen of your loads, this is where she draws the line? Luckily, your powers let you plow through any awkward moment. "Don't worry, Mom. It's just part of the date. If I'm gonna be prepared for real dates, it's gotta be realistic!"

"Right, right," she says, almost apologetically. "That makes sense. Sorry for snapping."

You respond by putting your hands on her exposed waist, pushing her up against the door, and going in for the full-on kiss. As your tongue slips into her mouth she initially tenses up, but slowly allows it to happen. After a while she even gets into it a little bit, leaning into your lips. One of your hands travels up her stomach, giving her shirt the slightest tug in order to expose a luscious breast. The other opens the door and you push her in.

Walking her over to the bed, you push her down and climb on top of her. Your hands continue to grope her tits and ass as you french kiss her. Going for broke, you then unzip your pants, take your hard cock out, and guide her hand to it... To your delight, she begins stroking it reflexively. This doesn't last long, however, as she puts a hand on your chest and pushes you off. Both of you gasp for breath for a few seconds before she speaks.

"That's enough. You don't want to push a girl too far on the first date," she says, though her tits are still exposed and her hand is still moving up and down your cock.

"Okay, I understand. Can you please finish me off?"

"Well, duh," she scoffs, laying back and inviting you to straddle her body. As she keeps jerking your dick, you point it straight into the mouth you were exploring with your tongue moments ago. You soon reach orgasm, and she manages to get all of your creamy load into her mouth before swallowing it down in one gulp. You're almost disappointed by how clean and efficient she's getting, and vow to cum more from now on.

"Thank you for the date, Mom. It really means a lot to me... I had a good time, and it feels like I learned so much!"

"Aw, I'm glad. I had a really nice time too, Honey... You're good at this." She smiles at you, a little bit of cum still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Then she pulls both her shirt and skirt down as far as they'll go before standing up. "Time to go tell Greg how it went! Should I say good night, or...?"

"Yeah, nah, I think I'll need you again tonight. Hurry back."

As she walks out of the room, you give Melanie's uncovered ass a spank. She whips around, but her outraged expression instantly melts into confusion: she doesn't seem to know whether this is inappropriate. Between fake motherly guilt, her new sexual relief responsibilities, and the "practice date" premise, you've blurred the absolute hell out of her normal boundaries. She decides not to say anything, walking away with her obscene ass still jiggling.

You grin at how well your plan is coming together, then head back to the bathroom. After a quick shower, you head to bed... And before long, Melanie returns to join you.

"I cleaned up the dishes, said goodnight to Greg and Hannah... I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Ready to sleep?" In that moment, she realizes that she's still wearing the outfit you dressed her up in. "Oh, shoot... I forgot my pajamas. Let me go change really quick."