Nothing, she still remains your mom (POV: "Mom")

Opening your eyes, you spotted your daughter sleeping still in the bed opposite of you. In the back of your mind, you remembered that the girl was indeed your girlfriend, that you were actually her boyfriend and not her mom, and that the room had made a change to your body and mind to mimic the effect that you were actually a middle-aged woman.

Still, with the feel of breasts tugging at the one-piece you had worn to bed last night, or the swish of your hair, it was more than obvious that the room's magic had continued and the change was still there: You were a woman in her late 30s on vacation with her daughter.

As you smiled and stretched, memories of last afternoon came into your mind, including the visual memory of the gentleman at the pool who kept you company for hours. You blushed slightly, knowing that he had expressed a desire to meet up again and you hadn't shot it down (despite alluding to being a married woman). He was definitely much more physically imposing than your husband at home, more at ease and a good conversant person to boot. He was also single, wife having passed on a few years back, so there was no real attachment there.

Surprising, most of all, was that he had not made any sort of moves on you. You had come on to him. He was very receptive, though, and you enjoyed it very much.

With a glance at the girl laying there, you decided to have some fun while you were here, including seeing what would happen with your friend. You were her mother, after all.