Grab dinner at the food court

Checking your phone, you see that it's almost 6:30 PM. Between a morning of bimbofication and an afternoon of shopping, the day has flown by. There's also a notification from Michael; he and his April are done shopping, and he wants to meet you in the food court.

Entering the busy atrium with April One, you quickly spot the rest of your strange little family. Mike has his mother face-down on a table, and seems to be balls-deep in her bubble butt. A one-gallon jug of lube is sitting on the table beside them, while bags full of groceries and other supplies are piled up on the surrounding chairs.

The pair seem to be drawing a small crowd of onlookers; they're not the only couple fucking in the mall, of course, but April is by far the most unnaturally-well-endowed woman that most of these shoppers have ever seen in person. None of them seem to be joining in quite yet, although a teenage guy in a hoodie has his pants around his ankles. He's gradually shuffling closer, stroking himself and eyeing up April Two's inflated lips.

"Heya," you call out, approaching the table. As you get closer, you see that Mike has applied a ridiculous amount of lube to his mom's ass; it's spilling all over the place, making both her skin and the tabletop wet and shiny. "...Think you used enough?"

"Don't judge," he grunts, loudly enough to be heard over the wet slapping. "Feels puh... Mm, fuck... Pretty good. What'd you guys buy?"

"Oh, first of all..." Moving over to April Two, you hold out the second collar. She cranes her neck, smiling up at you and giving better access as you put it on. As an afterthought, you lean down to give your surrogate mother a kiss; after all, those big, soft lips are probably going to be covered in jizz soon enough.

"Did you two eat already?"

"Oh, y-yeah... Here," Mike says, grabbing a paper bag off the table and handing it to you. "Couple of burgers, my treat. I'll just be... Ungh, a minute or two..."

"Take as long as you need, Honey," April Two says. "We're not--mmph!" She's interrupted as the casually-dressed young man steps forward and slides his cock between her lips, grabbing her head roughly.

Without missing a beat, April One continues for her: "...We're not in any hurry. Just enjoy our bodies as much as you need, okay?" She rubs her son's shoulder, looking on proudly as he pounds her counterpart into the table.

"You guys are so fucking lucky," the teen mumbles, fucking April Two's mouth without a hint of restraint.

"You bet," you reply, unwrapping your burger and handing the other to April One. "You could be this lucky too, though."

"Huh?"

"Don't you have a mother at home? Maybe a sister?"

"Uh, yeah... Why?"

You give the young man a grin. "My name is John Doe, and I have some advice that's gonna change your life."