Your pregnant wife, April

Entering the kitchen, the first thing you see is April's naked backside as she bends over the kitchen counter wearing nothing but a thin white apron. Her ass may not be as big as her son's, and her lips aren't as plump as her husband's, but she has a special feature of her own: her pregnant belly. She's seven-and-a-half months along, and the baby bump is starting to jut out almost as ridiculously as her bimbofied bust and rear.

You stare silently for a few moments before she turns and notices your presence. "Morning, hubby," she says, batting her eyelashes at you. "When I saw my dear ex rushing out of here with a river of drool on his cleavage, I sorta figured you'd be down soon."

Hubby... You still get a kick out of being called that, especially by your oldest friend's mother. You've come a long way since the sleepovers-and-cartoons era!

Moving to your wife's side, you slide a hand under the apron and briefly grope her firm tits before breaking off and grabbing a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast.

April looks confused as your hands leave her body. "Huh? You're not going to use me before--Oooh."

Following her gaze, you see that Mike has just walked in, wearing nothing but a few strips of latex and still plastered with cum from his forehead to his nipples. His cock, still fully erect, juts out of the sling bikini and bounces with his every step. "M-morning, Mom," he says, blushing a little as he takes a seat at the kitchen table.

Even in this world, a change like this takes some getting used to, you think as you watch the embarrassment rising on his semen-stained face. You have no intention of giving him a break, though, and you feel your own hard-on rising again.

"Tell you what, sport... Your mom seems a little bit attention-starved, and I can see you need to cum, so you can have her while we eat. April?"

She knows the drill; within moments she's straddling her feminized son, kissing him on the cheek before lining up and lowering herself onto his lap. "Mmm... Wow, you're big today," she gasps as he slips inside.

Breakfast proceeds slowly, with Mike awkwardly reaching around his mother's bouncing form to take bites of his food; he can barely touch his plate with her belly in the way. After a few minutes he closes his eyes, grunts, and begins unloading inside her, but she doesn't let up and continues riding.

He opens his mouth to protest, but you catch his eye and shake your head. "C'mon, be a gentleman. April deserves some relief too."

Mike nods shakily and tries to keep eating while April bucks on top of him, pumping away at his sensitive member. Luckily for him, she doesn't take long to reach her limit.

"Fuuck, baby, I'm--I'm gonna... Oh, Miiike," she moans, throwing her head back and rubbing her massive breasts against her son's face. "Ungh... Baby..."

She slumps limply over his body for a minute or two before dragging herself off of Mike's lap and into her own chair. She leaves a bit of a mess behind as their combined juices drip down the younger bimbo's legs, but it's nothing one of them can't lick up later (or both, depending on what kind of mood you're in).

April begins picking absentmindedly at her food, a satisfied smile on her face. An exhausted Michael does the same, and soon you're all finishing up.