Try some more outfits

Mouth agape, Gloria flips through the other channel buttons on the TV remote. One moment your mother is almost naked aside from her her nurses "apron", and the next she's wearing a cheerleader costume, complete with pigtails and pom poms. Another flip and she's in a tiny beach bikini and extra short miniskirt. Her coaster sized areolae are barely covered by triangular patches of fabric. Gloria takes a moment to ogle the scandalous swimwear before flipping to the next station with another *click*.

This time it's your turn for your mouth to drop. Your mom's curves are now wrapped in a skin-tight latex suit. The dark material hugs the entire length of her bombshell body, highlighting her downright pornographic figure. Gloria fiddles with the volume buttons and from the reflection in the mirror above the stove you see a zipper pop into existence on your mother's chest. It unzips itself, exposing an overflowing valley of cleavage that bubbles out of the tight suit. Your mom doesn't seem to notice any of this, and continues preparing pancakes unperturbed.

"Pancakes are ready!" your mom announces, turning around with plates in hand. Gloria fiddles the remote one last time and your mother is now dressed in a plain white tube top, fishnet stockings and high heels. "MILF" is scrawled across the tight top in large pink letters. Your mom's nipples poke prominently out against the soft threaded fabric. You cop a nice eyeful of her unending cleavage as she bends over to set the plates down onto the tabletop. Your already aching cock stiffens in your shorts, you _need _some release soon.

"Gloria would you rather be yourself and my mom be generally okay with anything that happens during breakfast, or be **** to stay at this table until I leave and forget about anything that happens afterwards?" you ask. Gloria had been on-board so far, but better safe than sorry.

"That's a odd question dear, I'd rather not lose my memory so it'll have to be the first option," Gloria replies.

"Excellent!" you exclaim happily, "Mom I'm feeling like some milk instead of juice, would you rather pour some breastmilk into glasses for all of us or feed me straight from the tap?" you eagerly ask your mom.

"You're not a baby anymore dear, I'll fix us some glasses," she answers.

Your mom casually drags her tube top down over her huge tits with one hand and picks up a glass with the other. She uses her free hand to squeeze her engorged breast into the glass. White liquid flows out of her nipple and fills up the glass as she squeezes her fat melon.

"Gloria, would you rather my mom's breastmilk be cool and refreshing, taste amazing and make anyone who drinks it healthier and more sexually endowed? or.. taste horrible?" you ask.

"Well we're going to drink it in a second so I don't want it to taste horrible," is her expected answer.

Your mom finishes filling each of your 3 glasses and passes each around the table.

"Bon appetite!" she smiles at both of you, extending a glass in a toast.

Everyone clinks glasses and takes a simultaneous swig of your mother's breastmilk. As soon as the cold liquid touches your tounge, your tastebuds are flooded with mind-bending flavour. Everyone at the table lets out an involuntary blissful groan as their eyes roll back in their heads. You gulp down the rest of the milk as fast as you possibly can, greedily slurping every last drop of the amazing nectar. You can feel a tightness in your shorts as you do so, but are too distracted by the flavour to care. Removing the finished glass from your lips, you soon notice that your vision seems sharper. Colours appear more vibrant and you can see finer details in the wallpaper on the other side of the room.

The growing tightness in your trousers drags your attention downward. A softball sized bulge is tenting the front of your shorts and getting larger with each passing second. You quickly yank your pants down and your cock springs free. It's much larger than before, about the thickness of your forearm and as long as a waterbottle. You wrap your hand around the girthy shaft, barely able to touch your fingers together. Your cock steadily grows bigger in your hand as you watch it swell.

More moaning makes you look up at the two women across from you. Gloria has flung her head back in her seat and is tugging at her button-up shirt, your mother stares down at her own chest incredulously. Both of the women's breasts and butts are swelling larger. Creaking and tearing sounds are heard as their clothing strains under the pressure. Buttons burst off of Gloria's blouse as her breasts balloon outwards. Your mom's already exposed tits grow from huge to enormous. She gropes at the enlarging mounds, squeezing gently as her hands sink deep into the soft expanding flesh.

You can't help but stroke yourself; you've never seen a more arousing sight.