Start slow

Having taken the day off, Jake decided to take it slow in testing this fabric and its abilities. He had alllll afternoon (and evening).

"Fuckbot!" he barked.

"Yes master! What can Fuckbot 6009 do for you?" his mother queried, with intense focus.

"Expose your breasts for me" Jake said, much calmer this time.

"Affirmative, exposing breasts for master, now." His mother intoned, while a stiff arm reached up to unzip her reflective suit. A moment later, she stood at attention once again with a serious, but distant, look on her face. Only now, her tits were standing out on their own, nipples saluting.

Jake took a moment to stare in appreciation. He never thought of her this way before, but his mom was a real prize. She had a lot of features he looked for in a woman; physically, at least. Maybe that's why he looked for those features in the first place. He mused that if he ever got a time machine, he'd have to go ask Freud.
But for now, more orders!

"Massage my feet, Fuckbot." Jake requested.

"Affirmative, massaging your feet, now." She responded as she bent down on her knees. Within seconds, Jake was receiving his first foot massage, and boy did he need it. He spent a lot of time on his feet at work, for an office career. It didn't hold a candle to retail, but let's be real... the kind of shoes you wear to the office are anything but comfortable, no matter who you are.

Jake felt his mother's silky hands roaming his feet; pressing against tense muscles, rubbing his aching soles, even giving his toes some attention. For a short moment, Jake believed he'd achieved Nirvana.
But he quickly realized that he could one-up the Buddhas and Kurt Cobain with anything he ordered from his fembot mother!