Look for Mom

Jake made his way downstairs, his heart thudding in his chest as the familiar tension built inside him. He knew Karen would be in the kitchen—she often was at this time of day. The thought of what she might be wearing, after his latest command, had his pulse quickening and his dick stiffening in his pants.

As he stepped into the doorway, his breath caught in his throat. There she was, standing by the counter, facing away from him, her perfect, tight ass barely contained by those yoga pants he had commanded her to wear. The fabric clung to every curve of her body, hugging her hips, her thighs, the tightness of it pulling so snugly against her skin that it might as well have been painted on. Her ass jutted out in two perfect, round globes, firm and sculpted, the seam of the pants slipping deep between her cheeks, accentuating every inch of her.

His eyes were glued to the way the material stretched over her, outlining every crevice, the way it lifted and shaped her ass, making it look impossibly inviting. He could even see the faint line of her panties pressing against the fabric, teasing him with what was underneath. His cock throbbed painfully against the zipper of his jeans as he swallowed hard, the heat of arousal flooding his body.

Karen turned slightly, still oblivious to his presence, but Jake knew he couldn't just stand there gawking. His palms were sweaty, his mind racing with nervous anticipation, but the app had given him control over her. He had to test it—push things just a little further.

Clearing his throat, Jake took a shaky step forward. "Uh, Karen?" His voice was unsteady, but the sight of her ass had his mind reeling with possibilities.

She turned her head slightly, giving him a warm, friendly smile. "Oh, hey, Jake! What's up?"

His heart pounded in his chest, but the app’s influence urged him to go for it. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the words tumbled out faster than he could control. "Can I… touch your ass? I, uh, just wanted to feel the fabric. The, um, yoga pants."

The air felt thick between them as the words hung there. Jake’s entire body was tense, half-expecting her to snap or call him out, but instead, Karen's expression remained casual, almost thoughtful, as if the question wasn’t strange at all.