Chapters tagged mommy

by Goliath

Chapter 5

You grimace slightly as you pull out the pink arm band. You spent all of puberty desperately hoping that your dick would grow at all, but alas, on your eighteenth birthday your doctor gave your dick an official measurement, two inches. It wasn't a moment after sliding on your arm...

by emctheory

Chapter 4

Author's note: This chapter deals with some kinks I don't personally have. I consulted with a couple people about the content, but as everyone experiences kink differently, constructive or positive feedback is always appreciated. My boyfriend Darryn met me outside Johnson Hall a...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 7

> “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...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 8

Mom’s latex stockings and heels her to march to the sink. The dishwasher’s already fixed through her magic, but instead of loading it up, she clears a sink out and plugs it, filling it with hot, soapy water. Her face seems to be a mix of surprise and pained anticipation. “...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 5

“What you mean I look like…**this**?” I asked, offended. “You’re the one that shrunk my dick!” “Well, that’s true…” She smiled. “Come here and let mommy make it better.” She beckoned me over with a finger, and my body started walking toward her without my input. “What the…I’m…n...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 6

“Tone his body, make it regal, levitate him, here, spread eagle!” “Ow, hey!” I cried out, more surprised than anything else, really. I lifted from the ground the instant she said the words, and being pulled up into the air gives you a little shock until you realize you’re being...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 7

“So I can get it off my conscience, an unseen hand should stroke his johnson,” She uttered. When the wand glowed, she giggled. “Hey, does slant rhyme work too?” I gasped. There was no one touching me. The hottest-possible version of my mom stood just in front of me, proudly watch...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 8

I watched, red-faced, as my mother’s eyes followed every detail of my invisible hand job. Her lips were in a sort of pout, and her attention was so focused that I began to feel self-conscious about it even though she technically wasn’t touching me. “Well, John? Are you going to...