A real doll

User may make any changes to target’s outfit, either by hand or by request 4 gems

Hmm…This one looks really nice! And for only 4 gems this is an absolute steal. Buying this command, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs. Around the corner I see my mom standing in front of the stove again, red frilly panties clinging to her round booty and diving in between lower down the back. She’s leaning over slightly to look behind the pan, giving her ass a nice little touch of emphasis. I just wanted to sink my hands into it and pull her into me, but I wasn’t quite there yet on this app. Hearing me approach she turns around and gives me a warm smile.

“Morning Dave! I see you’re an early riser now I suppose.” She turns her head to speak to me but keeps her body still. It seems like she’s swaying her hips side-to-side slightly, and my eyes are drawn back down to her amazing ass. Her face gives the hint of a slight smile before assuming control as a mother again.

“Honey, watch yourself.” She seems like she has conflicting ideas in her head right now. She’s obviously flaunting her ass, but she also doesn’t like her son looking at her sexually. Yet flaunting her ass needs someone for it to be flaunted to. That’s some nice cognitive dissonance. Turning back to the stove, she bends over to reach a cup below, breaking my cool as I go for a hard slap.

“Oh!...” Her cry seems like partially of the shock of getting hit, but was there also some pleasure in that maybe? She seems to be an exhibitionist now, at least for one part of her. This is a more **** reaction than before though. Not that I mind at all.

Giving her a few more slaps as she stands there cooking, she does her best to give me a good angle. When she looks back to talk to me I do my best to reply, but my attention is fully focused on her jiggling rear. Before I work myself up too hard, I remember why I came down and pull myself away from her butt.

Stepping off to her side, I take a look at the shirt she’s wearing, a simple button up blouse. It gives a clear hint of her breasts beneath, but doesn’t really do much to flatter her. Pulling out my phone, I see that the awareness for this new command is off, but just for some initial fun I decide to make her aware.

“Her mom, don’t you think that shirt is a little boring?”

“Huh? I guess, doesn’t really need to be any more interesting though, it’s just casual around the house stuff.” She seems somewhat offended by my statement.

“Boring isn’t nice though. I think you should show off a little more.”

“Dave!” She angrily replies to my comment, without making any moves to her shirt. Shit, maybe I wasn’t direct enough.

“No I mean, you should undo all those buttons!” I try to save myself but mom still looks at me incredulously.

“Dave! I-“ Pausing before she can speak her mind, she looks down in shock to see her hands working her shirt open. Without a bra underneath, she ends up with her heavy breasts sitting proudly before her, draped with the now useless blouse on either side.

“Dave…what, why did I do that..?” More in shock than angry, I reach around to give her a hard smack. The shock sends her boobs bouncing nicely, letting me soak in a nice show before she berates me for my staring.

“Dave, I know I’m not decent, but you cannot look at your mother that way.” It’s funny seeing her try to assert her authority right now. I should assert mine more.

“I know, sorry mom. Hey, why don’t we dish out those eggs, and then we’ll fix your outfit upstairs. Why don’t you start by putting on some nice stockings and a sexy bra and I’ll meet you up there.” I take the pan away from her and her legs begin to carry her upstairs, as I send her away with a spank. Still in shock, she looks back with **** eyes as she swings her hips back and forth on her way up there.

A minute or two later I walk into her room to see her standing awkwardly in front of her dresser. Sheer lacy stockings line her legs, held up garters, showcasing her sexy legs. Higher up, a matching black lacy demi bra holds out her tits in front of her, barely covering up her nipples. Finally, a confused and frustrated look marks her face to top it off.

“Dave, I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to stop this. This is embarrassing, it’s humiliating, and it’s so wrong for you to see me like this.” She pleads with me, attempting to stay strong in her conviction, but I push back.

“Sorry mom, I need to get you dressed. Why don’t you find me a nice tight pencil skirt and a tight thin blouse.” I take a seat on her bed and watch her legs turn her around to go back through the dresser. Bending her over at the waist, I get a great view of her ass as she roots around in the bottom drawer. Pulling out a light brown skirt, she pulls it up over her legs and zips it up, hiding her legs down to about half thigh.

“This won’t do.” I walk over and grab the top edge of her skirt, and her arms recoil away from me slightly. Pulling up the skirt, I work it so that the skirt is a few inches below the bottom of her ass and give her a little pat. “That’s much better.”

“This is humiliating…”

“Anyways, onto the shirt, get that blouse for me.” She blushes deep red and walks over to the closet. With this view I get to see how well this skirt highlights her curves, and phone in hand I make her squat down for me. Oh boy. Any higher up and her skirt would leave her completely exposed. Getting lower down, I see just a hint of her red panties peeking out below. This is going to give a wonderful show when her exhibitionist compulsions make her bend over all the time.

Letting her get back up, she finishing her search and pulls on a thin white blouse and turns back to me. She had attempted to button it all the way up, but this one was a little too tight and the top two couldn’t fit. The way it strained on her chest was still enticing, but I step forwards and relieve the pressure slightly, enjoying the soft feeling of her tits as I do. With 4 buttons down, a nice taste of her bra is plainly visible and the fabric is clinging tight underneath her tits. With arms raised to protect her modesty, mom looks mortified and I decide to turn off the awareness of this command.

Her demeanor changes almost instantly, as she assumes a completely confident pose. Taking a look over, I really dolled her up. Looking over her a minute, she seems to lose her patience.

“Are you all done helping me dress?” She asks, without a hint of embarrassment, anger, or self-consciousness.

“Almost, just need some shoes. Why don’t you choose some nice tall heels?”

“Ok, sounds good.” She spins back to the closet and bends over to reach the floor, blatantly showing off her panties to me. She pulls out some black 4” heels that will make my already tall mom tower over everyone. It’ll be a nice touch to this show though. With my mom dressed for work, I decide to try something else. “Hey, you should wear something like this to work everyday for now. In fact, why not wear stuff like this whenever you need professional wear? Yea, you should do that.”

“Alright, you know best.” She just accepts my demand like that, and my dick starts to harden even more than it already has. I do my best to hide it, but I’m not sure if she noticed. This is incredible, she’s just accepting whatever I say about clothes for her. I could get her naked even I think, but this is much classier.

“Ok, this has taken long enough. We need to eat so I can get to work and you sir can get to school.” With that she saunters out of the room confidently on her heels, and I follow along a decent pace behind her with eyes glued to her the whole way. Breakfast is cut slightly short, but it’s greatly sweetened by the view she gives me over the table. With a goodbye spank I watch her head towards the door, knowing she’ll be pretty popular at work today. I have some time to spare, but I want to check in on Ms. Lia as soon as I can, with my 6 gems remaining from this last cycle.