Ambushing Mommy

Your plan is improvised, designed more as a stopgap measure to save time, once everyone is properly prepared You can take your time

"Kids I'm home," calls your mother, Linda just as you stroll naked into the kitchen. You take in her look of shock, your erection already beginning to grow at the thought of what was about to happen.

Zoebot took her moment of shock to pounce, you smile as you watch your mom's shock increase, the large heavy robot girl's exquisite form pinning Linda to the ground.

You stand there admiring the view, briefly adjusting the gun for bringing it up and sighting the struggling pair.

"Say cheese," you remark pulling the trigger and grinning at the bright flash of light that engulfed them both

John grinned staring at the two dolls lying where Zoebot and his mother had struggled moments earlier.

He stared at both, hefting their lifelike forms one after the other. His mother smelled clean like ash from a fire, he soon be impregnating her the same way his sexpot sister stank of sweat.

Without a moments hesitation for coming wickedness you quickly remove your mother's clothing, examining her beautiful synthetic skin.

You gently squeezed and massaged her sizeable mounds marvelling how they bounced in time before he leaned in and nibbled along them.

"You belong to me," You reinforce, "nothing but a plaything for me,

You're pretty sure it was this kind of possessive language that turned your sister into the insatiable harlot she had become, it will be necessary to go even further with mommy.

You love it when I use you," you croon, fingers digging deeply into that perfect synthetic box.

Just like Zoe before her your mom's pussy is just as detachable and you wonder what would happen if she became flesh and blood while it was outside.

Something to try later, right now you're more interested in claiming the latest doll.

Your erection soars, and you groan a sensation of latex enveloping your cock,

You don't stop until your balls deep inside the lubricated hole in front of you, your eyes briefly darting to your sister still lying lifeless beside your mom.

With a great deal of effort, you put one doll atop the other taking relish as you fondle her into position.

You thrust into your sister and then your mother taking your time to savour the differences in their sexes for yourself constantly repeating the mantra of ownership as you thrust between them.

As each doll heats up with your life essence you remind them of what they are.

"That's right, you're nothing but a doll for me, you live to please me, exist to give me pleasure,"

You grunt the instructions, your stamina egged on by a desire to dominate them both, to own them both, with a mighty cry of triumph you spray another somewhat smaller load into your mother's waiting quim.

It was a start