Some New Window Dressing

I considered the options with my blank Mom standing before me. Turning her into an unaware tease would definitely be fun, and could really elevate the level of eye candy beyond however I dress her up. Turning her into my jerk-off aid whenever I wanted could also be hot, but I’m trying to move away from getting myself off. The fact I’m cumming on her doesn’t make up for the fact I’m still doing it all myself. Turning her into a mannequin though, THAT will be amazing. I’ll probably have to mind myself at least a little bit to make sure I don’t go too far and screw myself over. While I could probably do a lot to play around with her, I'm sure getting greedy will end badly, especially since the rules of the change are kinda a mystery.

I guess I’ll find out what the rules are soon! Selecting Mannequin Mom, a colorful explosion of hearts pops out from the button and takes me to Mom Custom Girls profile. I see added to her list of hotkeys the new change I was rewarded with for her attempts to take the App. Next to it are the same awareness settings as usual for the changes, although this time all the awareness settings have defaulted to on. Feeling like I had given her enough grief when I played with her a moment ago I decide to turn that off, but I'm stopped by a flashy pop-up.

"Now now, if she's not aware, is it really a punishment? You can change these later, only after she's learned her lesson!" I look up startled and see that for some reason Jane's AI clone was still in charge of Mom's body. She looks over me with a wicked smile, and I feel a little nervous, but the arousal at the way she looks at me overpowers it.

"Wait, shouldn't you be gone? I selected the punishment..." It was probably a silly question, but it was getting weird having someone else else inside my Mom right now. Well, it's been weird, but I didn't think she'd stick around.

"Oh Dave, I was always here! Or at least, since you added your Mom to your little doll collection! It's my job to sit in her brain and control her when I need to." Jane laughs over her shoulder and blows me a kiss, before going right back to her blank expression and emptying the eggs into a bowl.

"Well, you know what I mean. I thought Mom would be...back in control by now."

"Is she really ever in control anymore? Hehe! I know what you mean though! I'm just sticking around cause I don't get to talk much ever. Or move without following a command! This feels nice." She stretches her arms up over her head with a smile on her face, before coming down and squeezing her- my Mom's- tits and letting out a soft coo.

"Don't give me that look, I'll be gone soon and you'll have your Mom back. I can't really hold control for too long anyways, I'm sure you noticed. How about a little parting gift before her soul finally kicks me out?" Confused as to what she meant, I catch a desire in my Mom's eyes as she steps towards me. Still stunned from the situation, it takes me until I can feel her breath to realize what she means. Fuck, I have no problem with this.

Pulling herself into me, Jane uses Mom's soft lips to give me the most sensual kiss of my life. It wasn't like the excited make outs with Alice where we just dive into each other like animals, or the slow exchanges from past romances. This was a slow, seductive caress of my mouth that left me with a burning desire for more. Her lips massaged mine and sent a warm dizzy feeling into me. I kissed back tenderly, too lost in the pleasure, and felt her tongue rolling over my lips and dipping into my mouth. Feeling ourselves connect, I absently follow her lead when she takes hold of my hand and plants it on Mom's bare left breast. It felt far better than I imagined, feeling the soft warmth under my fingers. Her hand still holding mine in place, I give a gentle but firm squeeze, satisfying her as she sighs and moves her hand away. Pulling myself closer, lips locked and exploring her body with my hands, I felt more like I was kissing a lover than someone I was practically turning into a toy.

I feel the waistband of my shorts come down, and her hand reaches in to pull out my burning dick. Expertly gliding her hand over the shaft, I'm in absolute heaven and I feel like I could explode any minute. Enjoying her body with all my being, I'm unfortunately blue balled as she pulls away from. Mom's face returns to the blank expression I had seen moments ago before the punishment took place, and I'm left right on the edge. With her body just, right there in front of me, I can't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, but right before I do I see her eyes scrunch shut for a moment. Realizing I'm standing in front of Mom with my dick still out, I quickly turn around and fix my shorts, praying she didn't see anything. Blinking herself awake, Mom finally comes back in control.

"...Dave, what happened?" She asks me, a look of concern and confusion on her face.

"Uh, nothing..! Why you ask?" I study her expression, and as she comes to terms with reality she notices the way her tits are hanging out and quickly pulls her shirt over. She looks away from me.

"I was...It was like...I was doing things, and you were...And I feel like I just blacked out or something!" Well, hopefully she doesn't remember that hot kiss and hand job she just gave me. Since she apparently "blacked out" I don't think so, but to calm her down I set her awareness options of off. Well, all the ones I can turn off right now. Instantly, Mom's concern fades away, although that look of confusion remains.

"Huh, I don't know, guess I just zoned out or something." Mom goes back to the bowl of eggs and begins setting up the table, her juicy ass wiggling in my direction as she leans over the counter. I don't even pretend to not look, she likes it anyways.

With that speedbump cleared, I take a look at the Mannequin hotkey, right below Summon and Squat. Squat seems a little obsolete now, but maybe there's some interaction that makes it worth keeping. I'll have to see. Tapping on Mannequin Mom, I'm brought to a prompt asking me to upload a picture. A quick look through my gallery gives me a suitable option, fan art of a character bending over forwards with a seductive look in her eyes, lips parted with her tongue slightly out, breasts pressed together between arms stretched down to her crotch. The picture uploads nearly instantly, and I'm brought to a customization menu. Listed are settings related to body parts, separated into legs, torso, arms, and head. Presumably these check marks let me decide which parts are free of control or not. Naturally, for now I leave them all controlled, although I can see possible opportunities with leaving certain parts unfrozen. The last option available is mute, and while I'm not entirely sure how this will work in conjunction with her head being frozen, I leave it turned off just to see.

Looking up at Mom, I'm almost ready to activate the command when I realize I have the power to make this a lot better. "Hey Mom, go change into short dress with lots of cleavage, something that looks nice. Don't wear any underwear, and put on heels."

"Of course honey, I'll be right back." My hot doll heads up the stairs and I look into some more poses to create. The first one I make is based on a woman stretching her arms over her head, arching herself backwards thrusting her chest into the air and showcase all her curves to the camera. I kept her entire body locked except her head so she could get a bit better look at herself while she's on display. Next, I upload a woman bent over forwards, hand kneading a tit while the other rubs her pussy through her dress, biting her lip as she stares into the camera. For this one, I keep all of Mom frozen, and decide to put her on mute.

By the time I finish with these two other poses, Mom is sashaying down the steps in her new getup. Man, she did not disappoint. Watching her from below, it's very clear that she doesn't have any panties on, giving me a clear look up her dress. The hemline couldn't be much lower than two inches below her pussy. Traveling up her body, the shiny black material hugs her curves nicely, and ends right above her nipples. A tiny hint of side boob is visible, but beyond the tiny straps to either side a wide expanse of cleavage is on display here. Watching her tits bounce down the stairs, she gives me a dirty look and I remember I don't have those privileges yet. Shifting my attention to her hips, she calms down and stands in front of the table.

"This look good Dave?" She asks me, swaying idly in a hot number for me to inspect and give me approval. Her five inch sparkling heels make her tower over me, but they really complete the image. This looks like a woman who could teach me a thing or two.

"Hm? OH YEA! Looks good, just do me a favor, turn around? Yea, now bend over. Mhm. Looks good." I direct Mom as she showcases herself for me, getting a clear look up her dress as she bends over. When I let her go, she seemingly doesn't mind at all that she flashed me. Just a consequence of that outfit and having to show off her ass, guess she doesn't think she did anything improper.

"Ok, glad to get your approval honey." She turns around to continue setting the table, bringing over plates and utensils. I also call her over again, but I realize I have something better. With the tap of a button, she's right back over in front of me.

"Was there something you needed?" Mom asks innocently.

"Just wanted to get a closer look at the outfit again." With Mom accepting my rights to check her out, I put her into her first mannequin pose.

Standing before her son, Eliza is ready for him to critique her clothing more closely when a strange feeling washes over her body. Confused by the warm fluid she can feel coursing through her skin, she feels her muscles stiffen like she's just ran a marathon. Confused at this new sensation, she squeaks in shock as her now rigid body bends over towards her son. Her dress riding up her ass, she feels her arms extend and lower, crushing her tits together to raise up and even more impressive display of cleavage than she had before. Shock and terror comes over her face as she feels her body lock up on display, but the evidence fades from her face as she gives Dave a sultry look, pouting her lips and peeking the tip of her tongue. The only sign of life was her flickering eyes, and the subtle, slow heaving of her breathing chest.

"Dave...what happened, please help me!" She pleas through her pursed lips, but despite the urgency of her words, her face doesn't flinch from that seductive gaze. All over her body she feels somewhat numb, awash with Novocain. Only her mouth and eyes feel normal, although as soon as she's done speaking her mouth goes right back to its pout.

"Thanks Mom! Was gonna say I needed a better view." Eliza's eyes follow her son as she watches him give her outfit a close up inspection. The way he gets up so close to her breasts makes her a little uncomfortable, and she suspects he might be taking advantage of his dressing duties a little bit. Tugging on the front of her dress, Eliza can't see what he's doing but can feel a mild sensation on her chest. She can tell he's doing something, shifting around her dress, but it feels so numb she can't quite tell what.

"Dave! I'm serious, I'm stuck!" Internally, Eliza panics as Dave walks around to her backside, losing sight of him as her lips return to their position. At least she's more comfortable with him behind her than in front, having guys behind her is always great.

Hehe, shouldn't have gone for his phone!

Eliza is shocked as she hears a faint voice resonate in her head, mocking her in her predicament. The moment it ends however, what exactly she heard slips her memory. The fact she heard anything at all slips her memory. All she is left with is some strange feeling that this is somehow her fault.

With Dave behind her, she feels some sort of tingle over her ass as she assumes her dress is lifted all the way, before giving way to another brief, but similar sensation. It was only the audible slap that let her know he had just spanked her. She's mildly satisfied, but disappointed she could actually feel it directly.

"Dave..." He walks around to in front of her and she's relieved to have him back in her sight. Instead of addressing her however, he looks down and taps on his phone. Instantly, Eliza notices her locked up body start to shift, although she can only barely tell how she's moving. Her back stands up straight to her relief, although to her dismay it keeps bending backwards until her tits are thrust out to her son. Arms rising straight up to meet above her head, she's is left flaunting her body towards him. After all this happens however, she feels the numbness melt away from her head, and in a panic she looks around as a flush fills her cheeks.

"Dave! What did you just do?!" Looking down at her body below her, she almost has a hard time considering it her own. No matter how hard she tries, not a single muscle will respond to her, and the same idle numbness remains.

He did something on his phone. He tapped something and then I immediately posed again. What is he doing?!

"What's that Mom? Also I'm done, you can stop posing."

"Dave you did something on your phone just now, what was it??"

"Oh that? I was just deleting some pictures I had taken of you. I wanted to see what your dress looked like on camera."

Eliza was highly suspicious, but his excuse made sense. Still, she was stuck as a life-size doll save for her head, and it just happened to be when her son wanted to look at her. Was she just losing her mind?

While she lost in her thoughts and gawking at her stiff body, she was relieved to find herself able to move again! Breathing deeply she takes a few steps towards the stairs, seeing Dave standing by the door on his phone.

"Oh thank God, I thought I was- EP!" Celebrating too soon, the unfortunate MILF watches her numb body once again stretch out into that sexy pose, arms high above.

"You ok Mom?"

"NO!"

"Hey Mom, what's going on?" Right on time, Alice comes walking down the stairs in some casual shorts and a t-shirt, walking right over to her mother.

"Alice, you need to help me..." Her plea for help is cut off as Alice locks lips with her. Eliza greets her back, although right now she can't use her hands to give her daughter a proper hello. As they French, Eliza is overwhelmed by the amazing warmth and pleasure flowing through her, and kisses back with a hunger she never knew before. It feels like all her previous greetings were missing something until now, and it almost made her forget her predicament. Eliza couldn't really feel her body, but the mild tingles let her know Alice was exploring her. Feeling a wonderful satisfaction from their kiss, Eliza is relieved when she's able to start shaking her ass as Alice feels her up. Even without feeling she could hear a few spanks, and the sensation of Alice mauling her tits managed to cut through the numbness just a little it more.

Well it's good to know I have at least some control over my body. Being able to twerk is a small victory but I'll take what I can get. God...Alice feels good...

Well, looks like Mom likes those new lips! She can thank me later, for now I'm just enjoying the show put on by the women of the house. It's a little funny watching Alice's hands explore Mom's frozen body, like Alice is just taking advantage of her Mom's situation. Her thrusted out tits are getting mauled in her daughter's hands, and that fine ass is the only movement on her body. I didn't know how those changes would interact, but I'm not disappointed. She's doing a pretty great job at it for having her whole body numbed and frozen, and off to the side I'm getting a great view. Alice's groping combined with Mom's twerking meant her dress has ridden up completely over her ass, and I get a show of her bouncing booty while enjoying the hot kiss going on above.

Mom's unfrozen head is currently too preoccupied with her daughter's lips to make any protests or complaints about her transformation into a statue. She definitely looked like she was really into it, I catch plenty of glimpses of their tongues darting in and out of each other. Mom's closed eyes, warm cheeks, and occasional soft sigh show that she's probably enjoying those new lips of hers a lot. Alice is probably reaping the benefits too, this is much more enthusiastic than I've seen them before. Granted, beforehand awareness with on for Mom, but knowing the App it's not like she had any control over herself anyways. Like right now she probably thinks she wants to French Alice just to say hello, and this new pleasure is driving her harder. In reality, this is just the App guiding her actions while she thinks she's making the choices for herself.

When Alice pulls away from her frozen mother, she takes a second before recovering from the kiss. Giving her Mom a once over, she gives her a peculiar look.

"You ok Mom? Why are you just...stretching there." Watching off to the side, I admire the way her ass bounces from under her dress and hold back a laugh. Mom notices my looking but doesn't say anything, choked up on humiliation. Before this can get too hard to explain, I decide to release Mom from her prison.

"OH FINALLY! I don't know what came over me Alice, I just couldn't move!" Pulling the dress back down her gyrating booty, Mom moves her arms around and gives a sigh of relief.

"Ok Mom, whatever you say. Hey Dave." She starts walking over to me, but completely on edge I take the lead this time.

"Hey Alice!" I step towards her and hold her tightly in my arms. A hand under her ass, I lift her into my arms and she wraps her legs around me. Diving into her much deeper than before, I carry her to the stairs where I press her beneath me. Grinding into her during our kiss, I tease her pussy through her shorts until she finally pulls her head back, still in my arms.

"Damn, you excited about something? Someone's in a good mood." Alice gives me in her classic teasing tone, and I just laugh it off and get off of her. Turning back to the kitchen, Mom is closely analyzing her body, clearly confused as to what was happening.

"I must be going crazy...I'll be upstairs for now, you two have breakfast." After the blackouts and spontaneous posing she probably has a lot on her mind. I wasn't gonna let her leave that easily though, so with the tap of a button I have her right back at me standing over my seat.

"Mom I'm sure you're fine, why don't you just have breakfast with us?"

"Honey I'd love to, but this is really important." She goes to turn away, but I'm right back on the trigger, and Mom appears before me again.

"Can't make up your mind Mom? Just stay down here, you can figure things out later."

"Well, I really could use some time alone..." After a few steps away from me, I bring her over one more time and she just sighs.

"Ok, you're right Dave. I can look into that later, so long as it doesn't happen again I guess..." Reluctantly, she takes her seat and I see her shimmying ripple up to the impressive cleavage on display. I can't believe I managed to trick her into staying for breakfast! She sits awkwardly for a moment, before Alice asks an unwelcomed question.

"So Mom, what was going on just now?" Alice is almost as confused as Mom is about this whole situation.

"I-I don't know Alice. I'll figure something out later. Maybe I was like, dissociating or something. I've been under a lot of stress at work lately I guess." Mom makes it clear she doesn't want to talk about it right now, so we move on. In a few minutes, Mom calms down, seeming to accept whatever happened as some random psychotic episode, and we move into a regular family conversation. Although we've had similar talks before, certain key components stick out to me now. Like how Alice mentions swim team practice starting up soon, I almost get lost in the conversation imaging the possibilities. Luckily I manage to keep myself together and enjoy some family time, just with the added bonus of Mom's tits spilling out. It does give Alice and I a little more to bond over though, each of us sneaking glances whenever we can.

A pleasant meal seems to raise Mom's spirits, and after about 40 minutes we put our dishes away and disperse. I hang out in the living room to look at Custom Girls, Alice goes upstairs to her room, and Mom goes upstairs as well presumably to ponder. With Mom's profile open, I go to turn awareness off for Mannequin Mom, but I still haven't punished her enough apparently. Oh well, if the succubi don't think she's punished enough, guess I won't complain.

Taking a look through some pictures online, I find two that will work very nicely. The first one is a woman bent over the lap of a man, an erotic moan on her face as the man readies himself to spank her. The second is a lady standing with her legs apart, hip cocked to the side, and a dress flung over her shoulder as she smirks at the camera. Remembering it said props could be used, I add these two poses into the App, enabling mute for both. Ready to punish her a bit more, I tap Summon and wait. A moment later, Mom comes back down in that flashy dress of her and strolls over to the couch where I sit.

"Did you need something Dave?" She asks, arms resting on her hips. Taking a quick look over her cleavage, I speak up before she notices my staring.

"Yea, I just wanted to spank you if that's alright."

"Yea that's fine, go right ahead." Mom turns around and bends over slightly to give me a better angle, smiling that I'm giving her the attention she desires. Her content turns to shock and horror however when I put her into a pose. Staring down at her legs in a panic, she watches as they walk over to my right and bend her over my lap.

"AH! Oh no, oh no, it's happening again. Dave, please help-..." Right in the middle of her plea, her face forms into the moan from the picture and she looks away from me. Her entire body save for her eyes is frozen now, and she can't even form words. Time to enjoy myself a little with something we can both appreciate.

Eliza was once again completely stuck. All she could do was look side to side with her eyes, unable to see any of what Dave was doing back there. She felt some tingling over her ass, but she couldn't tell exactly what he was doing back there. He could have just been flipping up and moving around her dress, or he could have been squeezing her, it was very hard to tell. Any touch just kind of felt the same, so she gave Dave the benefit of the doubt that he was moving her dress to see her ass better. She barely notices when the feeling stopped, but hears a loud smack, letting her know he was going to town on her. A bit more of a sensation comes through her numb skin. More and more slaps come from behind her, but Eliza can barely register anything happening to her.

This is terrible...I can't believe I'm stuck like this, and now is not the time to be getting turned on from this attention! Hold yourself together Eliza!

Watching Mom's jiggling ass turn red, I smirk when I notice a little dampness from her pussy. Is it just the spanking, or is it something else maybe? Didn't think my Mom would have this kind of fetish, but if she likes it I'll gladly play around with her more. Hand getting tired, I lift Mom to the side and slide out from under her, gently placing her body back down on the couch. She does a damn good job at holding that pose, despite not having the man below her that the pose really depends upon. Standing above her, I unfreeze her and see her collapse.

She slowly stands up, taking deep, deliberate breaths. Before she has the chance to say anything, I reach to her dress and unzip the back. She allows me to take her out of the dress, and looks at me with an unbelieving face as she stands in front of me naked.

"...I need to go." She goes to turn away, but I'm already ahead of her. She watches her arms grab onto the dress I just stripped off her, and in seconds she takes the sexy, confident pose of the woman in the picture. Dress over her shoulder, her tits are free to be seen in all their glory, and a bright smile gives an inviting look. Stepping back to to look at her, I walk on over to the window. Bringing Mom's body over with Summon, she struts on over with the smile stuck on her face and stares out at our driveway like a statue. Giving her a few goodbye spanks, I head off to my room to let Mom complete her punishment in sight of anyone who might happen to walk by.