Make Her Into a Rubber Maid

“Her human form improved should stay,
but make my mom a rubber maid!”

The wand glows again, and my mommy-shaped sex doll becomes softer and more limber. Her flexed leg becomes flesh under my grip again, but it’s coated by latex, specifically the upper shaft of a long black rubber stocking.

“Oh my gosh, John…that’s pretty kinky,” Mom moans. “Did you always want to see mommy in shiny latex?” I think about it. I certainly wouldn’t say no to a stacked body in skintight clothes, but rubber-maid specifically? This was Mom’s kink passed on to me through the wand.

“I didn’t give you the wand back,” I said, lingering over her body with my tip just barely inside her. “You asked for the wand back, but I didn’t obey.” Her body shifts a little as her new latex maid outfit completes its materialization. “Now why on earth would that be, Mommy?”

She blushes a little, smiling at me nervously. “John…the wand, are you going to g—"

“Give it back?” I ask her, recalling her spell from earlier. Even if I let her say the words, I don’t think they’d work—and I know why. “So, my ‘mind may be free to think what I please, but my body obeys the will of ladies,’ hmm?” I repeat the spell back to her. I’m still holding the wand, with no sign of my body working against me. “I don’t think my mommy maid wants me to give it back.”

I bite down on my lip and thrust into her, gripping her thick thigh though the gleaming stocking. It’s the strangest thing. I have the wand, and she can’t get it back…and yet, I have to obey her will. When I keep adding it up, it can only mean one thing: she wants to be dominated.

“Ungghh! Oh, John…this is all my fault,” She moans, looking at me with apologetic eyes. Her self-improved features are so insanely hot that I find my hips practically thrusting on their own. “Now I’ve gone and made an incestuous, sex-crazed Adonis out of you…”

Was she programming the situation somehow? Setting up the starting conditions to point me in the right direction to push all her buttons while satisfying her inner need to be dominated? I want to keep fucking her just like this, but somehow she still seems in control. I want to test something out.

“We’re fucking thanks to Mommy’s scheming, but rubber maids should get to cleaning,” I say. She gives me a surprised look, then jerks away from me as her outfit directs her backward.

“No! John…I need your cock! Please!” I shudder a little as her recently-modified voice begs me in its softer, higher pitch. “John, you have to obey mommy’s will and fuck me!” My cock tunes painfully skyward as the blood rushes into it, and a moment of the bluest-balled symptoms I’ve ever had hits my body for just a moment, as if giving me a psychic warning.

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