Tuning Mom

"Hello, I'm home!" Calling out to my house as I enter, I quickly notice Mom walking across the living room. As she moves away from me, the sway in her step makes her wide hips even more enticing, as her tight skirt does nothing to hide her curves. Bending over to put some files away on her shelf, it seems like I just caught her as she was arriving home from work. Hearing my call, she turns to face me, leaving herself bent over for my viewing pleasure. She smiles at me, while I admire the underboob her jacket is providing as the sole constraint of her tits, and the hint of her ass peeking out from the short skirt.

"Hi Dave!" She has a familiar warmth to her response, and once she recognizes where my gaze is her smile grows brighter and a bit less innocent. It's hard to tell if the slight sway in her stance is just from trying to keep balance while bent over, or if she just wants me to look at her ass. Either way, she knows where my eyes are and has no objections at all.

It hasn't really been that long since I got Custom Girls but I've managed to completely turn around my Mom's attitude. This would have never flied a month ago, and I didn't even buy any changes to allow this directly! This is just how she rationalized her need to show off her ass. The change that allows me to spank her also probably helped a lot, and I suspect she might have always just been a masochist who enjoys that kind of thing. Still, it's incredible how far her attitude has shifted.

"Work going well?" Making small talk is the least of my concerns as I soak in the sights, although unfortunately Mom seems to get tired of holding that pose and stands up to face me. Now to avoid gawking at her tits openly, which is a bit of a challenge honestly. Her top is held together only with a single button, letting plenty of cleavage spill out, especially since it's just a little bit too small for her. Not quite as impressive as Ms. Lia, but still amazing.

"Oh it's going great! These last few days I've had some of the most successful deals in quite some time. I've had much more luck than in the past." Excitedly sharing the details of the local businesses she's dealt with recently, I do my best to maintain eye contact but it's not hard to imagine two big reasons she's had more success with her clients. Well a few reasons.

Since I've already lost her place in the talk, I gesture to the back of the couch, waving my other hand. With a brief pause, Mom's eyes soften a little as her smile takes on a different tone. Dropping the conversation, Mom sashays over to the couch and slowly bends over, showing off the lower curve of her ass as the skirt rides up.

"You were saying Mom?" In anticipation of my spanking session, it seems like she completely forgot about her story.

"Oh! I won't bore you for too long, I know you have much better things to look forward to." Her eye twinkles a little as she looks at me. "But it felt like I was dealing with first year college graduates with how they handled the deal. I gave my high-ball price and they just took it! Never had an easier time with anyone. Anyways I'll spare you the details, I know it's not that exciting but it definitely felt good."

"Well I'll be enjoying something good if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't Dave, any time!" Cheerily encouraging me, I roll up her skirt to reveal her ass in all it's glory. Her red thong disappearing between her cheeks, I enjoy the sight for a moment as Mom awaits my hand. Giving her a hard spank, her flesh is sent rippling while a light red print is left under my hand.

"Ah!" Mom reflexively grunts in response. Even with only one slap, I can just barely perceive her breathing picking up. Winding up again, my hand cracks against her flesh and I get to enjoy her ass jiggling once more. Eyes never leaving her beautiful ass, I relish the feeling of her body, filling the room with the sound of the slaps and moans, and a hint of heavy breathing between. Guess she's getting less shy about enjoying this.

With her cheeks brightening, I decide to take it easy on her and pull her skirt back down. Don't want to wear down my hand, and besides I've had plenty of attention today from Maria anyways. If I go too much further I'll just be blue-balling myself. The thought of demanding she wear my cum on her skirt comes up, but I've gotten off more than enough times so far I need some kind of break.

Stepping away from Mom, it takes her a moment to realize that I'm done. Catching her breath as she continues to lay across the back of the couch, she finally gets up after a moment and turns to face me.

"Thanks for that Dave..." Chest rising under her breath, Mom smiles at me before taking a step to walk around the couch.

"Thanks for what? I was the one who asked to spank you."

"Oh, well it's something we both enjoy! If you ever want to spank me feel free and go for it, it's always welcome." Lying down on the couch, notably not sitting, I smile at my Mom turned doll. She's really openly encouraging me to spank her, and not even hiding that she's enjoying it! I'm sure she wouldn't like if I suggested it was sexual still, but this is still incredible.

I do wonder if I could do more though. With Mom's changes, she's developed a completely new facet to her personality, or at least is now showing a new facet to her personality. All this without her being aware at all, as her mind is **** to explain away her behavior to her. I wonder though, how much further could I take these changes? Standing here behind the couch, I notice that Mom has deliberately adjusted herself so that her ass stays in view for me. Show off ass is a rather all encompassing command, and whether she already had this or not her exhibitionistic streak has made her love showing it off and become rather open about this fact. She doesn't seem to simply go along with this command though like the other girls do under the influence of the app.

How much more can I do without having to use gems? With how much I've changed about her, probably a fair bit, and that'll help me save for the other girls. I've got Mom proudly flaunting her ass and reveling in being ogled there, but she's still shy about her tits. She sees my clothing requests as just a benign ordinary thing. Maybe if it wasn't....

"Hey Mom, why don't you get changed? You can put on whatever you want, you can take a break from my outfit regulations for a bit. Wear whatever."

"Oh, ok then! Sure I'll get on something more comfortable. You sure? You've done a good job so far." Getting up from the couch, Mom has to pull down the tiny skirt as it rides up her ass.

"Yea, I'm sure. Consider it a nice break for casual wear."

"Thanks, well, I'm always open to your advice though, so remember that." Walking up stairs, I take the time to enjoy the view from below. She catches me looking with a smile and lifts her knees a little bit higher, giving me a peek of her panties. God I love my Mom. Time to see how much doll Mom she'll retain.

Walking up the stairs, I don't need to check to know where my son's eyes are. I'm proud of my figure, and there's little more satisfying than sharing my ass with the world. That doesn't mean turning back to see him ogling me isn't a good feeling. I know where he's looking, but confirming it myself is another level. Taking slightly longer strides than usual, I give him a little bit of a treat on the way up, relishing the warm glow his gaze fills me with. Getting looks all day at work was wonderful, but there's something nice about being able to come home to it as well. Thinking back to only a week ago, it's amazing to think I hadn't realized this yet. I wore stuffy outfits to work, carried myself like a prude, it's like I was blind to the sensual joy my body could provide to myself and others. Not like I'm suddenly promiscuous or anything, but just realizing my beauty has been such a freeing and positive experience.

Too bad so many men still treat me like a sex object. The amount of times I've had to correct their gaze from my breasts is getting annoying. If they want to enjoy my feminine curves that's fine and encouraged, but staring at my tits like that's all I'm good for...it's incredible how unprofessional the men in the office can be. Dave's outfits have been fantastic, but unfortunately some men are too base for them. For now, I'll just dress to highlight my best attributes and keep other's eyes away from my chest since Dave is done dressing me for now.

Closing the door behind me in my room, I undo the button on my jacket and free my chest as I disrobe. With how little this top had to offer, it barely feels like anything has changed to me. Stepping out of my skirt, I'm down to my thong and ready to consider my options. Keeping the thong on, I bend over at my dresser and pull out some old running shorts. Pulling them up and checking the mirror, I can see how well they conform to the curve of each cheek, leaving a huge amount of my butt visible underneath. These would do great. Walking back over to the dresser, I pull out a simple plain white blouse and complete the outfit. Checking the mirror again, I'm greeted by a very modest top and a very flattering bottom. Perfect.

I begin to head back downstairs when I stop, confused. Why did I have to change again? Probably just cause I pushed it off following work so I could start my show. Weird of me to wait this long though. Brushing aside that thought, I begin heading downstairs again when my body shocks me. As I step forwards, my hips lurch to the side, rolling my ass and delicately placing down my foot directly in front of the other. Stopped cold in my tracks, I try to collect myself. That was strange, I've never tried to walk like that before. With another step my hips swing wide and stop me again, this time noticing another detail.

What the hell were these shorts I'm wearing? Twisting around for a better look, these are practically glorified bikini bottoms, what am I doing keeping these around in my drawers, let alone still wearing them! Growing more concerned, I walk back to my dressing mirror, uncomfortable every step of the way as I'm **** to strut my stuff. Taking a look at myself, I confirm that these shorts are as indecent as I thought, possibly more so. Much of the fabric is swallowed up in my ass, leaving most of my cheeks exposed. It was almost thong shorts. It felt dirty, cheap, yet somehow beautiful. The thought that I almost left the room wearing these was mortifying, but it was hard to deny that they made me look good. If Dave saw me wearing these I would have been embarrassed, but it wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world. Less concerning than being unable to walk right at least.

...Did I just think about my son seeing me like this? Nope, not happening. Taking one last look in the mirror, I savor how they show off my ass one last time, giving myself a playful slap. Filled with warmth from the sensation, I watch my butt wiggle for a moment before pulling myself away. Being single this long is taking a toll on me it seems. Maybe this would be suitable for a night downtown, but I think I'm a little beyond that now. Taking slow, tortuous steps to the dresser, I quickly learn to give up and let my legs move as they please. The lack of control over my own body is...unnerving, but at least this stride feels confident. If it wasn't so strange, I might enjoy marching around the office like this. On my own terms, I might enjoy that, of course. Pushing that thought away, I let my leg drop me off in front of the dresser, and take off the shorts to consider my options.

Thumbs under the waistband, I'm suddenly greeted by the floor as my body lurches forwards. Bending at the waist as I pull the shorts down, I show off my flexibility as my hands reach my toes, perfectly bent over with my ass in the air. Shocked at the sudden movement, I reflexively bolt upright, pulling my shorts with me and nestling them in place. What the hell is going on? Looking down at my body in disbelief, it unfortunately refuses to answer. I must be going insane. With a deep breath, I ready myself for another attempt at disrobing, only to be greeted by my hair dangling around my face yet again.

What is happening to me? Am I possessed? Going crazy? What can't I move the way I want to!? Looking down at my hands, I try to let go of the shorts, yet somehow they don't budge. For some reason my hands refuse to let go. Am I not allowed to take these off or something? Why would that happen? Why is my body rebelling like this! Still lurched over, flaunting my ass to the door, I finally step my feet out of the holes and am able to rocket upwards, sending my breasts jiggling wildly. Great no bra either, and I bet something strange is going to happen with that too.

Seeing my thong, I decide to ignore that for now. I don't know why I'm wearing it, but so long as I can put on something normal it shouldn't matter. Reaching down, or rather bending over to my dresser, I quickly pull out a nice pair of jeans. Holding them out before me, I go to put them on when I...do nothing. Standing there holding the jeans, I furl my brow and glare at them, somehow unable to make the slightest move to step into them. Is my body disapproving them?

Suddenly I'm able to move, although the moment of relief is quickly shattered when I realize what exactly I'm doing. Turning around, I'm shocked to find my legs carrying me with their sexy strut over to my desk. Unlike before where I was walking differently, this time it was like my legs just had a mind of my own.

"Hey! Stop that!" Slapping my thigh and yelling at myself, my legs show no signs of caring as I'm delivered to my desk. Finding myself bent over the desk, my eyes widen as my arm reaches out to a pair of scissors.

"Please, whatever this is stop!" Hands joining my legs as they betray me, I stand there scissors in one hand and jeans draped over the other arm. Unable to move from my spot, I consider trying to put the pants on once more when my hand reaches over and begins hacking the jeans apart. At this point, I have to be possessed. Completely unable to stop myself, I turn my nice pair of jeans into tiny daisy dukes, almost the same size as my previous running shorts. Stunned at my compelled actions, I find myself stepping into them and fixing them in place. Tossing the scissors back to the desk, I hold my hands up to my head and wonder how this could possibly be happening to me. I sashay over to the mirror to a take a look, and despite myself I start to warm up a little. I can't imagine going outside in these, but thinking about how good they make my ass look excites me. Especially when I think of who might be able to see me like this. Enjoy my body in this...Stop!

"Oh come oooooooon!!! You look sexy in these!! Enjoy it!" Shocked out of my embarrassing indulgence in my own body, I look around the room in a panic. Did someone sneak in here?

"No silly! Here!" Once again I'm unable to find the intruder, until my head suddenly snaps to the mirror to see myself smiling, and my hand rises to wave at my reflection.