Jamal smirked as he placed a hand against his mom with one hand, and on the Deena chair with his other. In a matter of seconds, the two fused together to become something completely absurd. Apparently, with the fusion now having a higher percentage of human than chair, the result ended up able to properly think, speak and move. Having humongous tits and ass now, the De-chair had a somewhat more humanoid appearance. The upper part still had tits, only much bigger since two pairs had been combined. But now, there was a head on top; bald and missing eyes, it had two thick lipped mouths on it, each one speaking with his family member's voices. The seat of the chair was now permanently in line with the top, as if the back was stuck in a complete 180 degree line reclining position. The seat had a pussy and ass up front, with another ass on the underside, with a pair of normal human legs coming out underneath. They were those of Jamal's mother; meanwhile, the standing leg of the chair had been replaced with Deena's shapely legs, coming out from a point underneath the back ass. The arms were stiff and seemed only be able to move in angled positions, able to lock into place at the chair woman's will. She seemed like a four legged automaton, leaking pussy fluids on the floor just by standing, Deena's mouth below Jamal's mother's moaning lightly.
"You annoying child," The chair/mother/Deena said. "You're supposed to use me a bunch, but you haven't yet done so today. God, I thought I taught you better than this!" Jamal gasped, slipping the gloves off and tossing them to the other side of his bed. "Now get over here and use me right now, or you're grounded dweeb!" This being was an intriguing sight; having authoritative personality of his mom, obnoxious personality of his sister, and a personality(?) of a chair just wanting to be used by it's owner. Unsure what to really do, Jamal aimed to just slip out the door and get his mind together. But this, what to call it, Monachair (mother+Deena+chair), was acting rather predatory in nature. "If you're not going to hurry up, then I guess I'll have to come to you, you spoiled brat." Monachair angrily argued, walking rather creepily over to Jamal. He turned to bolt, but only got a hand on the doorknob, as Monachair grabbed his legs with her arms, locking them stiff so that Jamal couldn't struggle free. Monachair growled, "God, you do this all the damn time! Now get on the bed and let me be used by you!" Jamal lost his grip on the doorknob and was carried over to the bed by Monachair.
Literally ripping his clothes off, Monachair threw him onto his back, erect cock lightly swaying in the air. "It shouldn't be this hard for you to use me, god dammit. You're smart enough to know how to by now!" She continued, her fused pussy hovering above. Using her four legs to get stable, Monachair lowered herself onto Jamal's dick, sliding it in with ease. Jamal, however, was experiencing pleasure the like he's never seen before. Her pussy was as tight as two women, and just as warm, to boot. Each slide of his rod over the wet walls made the hole constrict tightly, aiming to milk him for all he's got. It doesn't help that each thrust made his tip bump against Monachair's cervix, begging to have cum inside. Both of her asses bounced up and down in sync with her hips movements, her tits leaking milk all over the place. "Yes, oh yess!" She shouted, locking her arms around Jamal's back and holding him against her. "This is how you use me, dimwit. I'm yours and I taught you, so get with the program!" Jamal was scared, but physiological reactions be damned; he came a huge load inside Monachair's womb. Filling it quite a bit, Monachair licked both pairs of lips.
"God finally. Now I can start cleaning this fucking house." Monachair says, shifting into a motherly mode. She uses her long legs to get off the bed, lifting Jamal up by the hips since her tight cunt wouldn't let go of his dick inside it. Her arms locked around him still, Jamal figured this lewd chair woman aimed to not let him go, and have sex 24/7. 'What am I going to do?!' He thought, watching as Monachair carried him out of the room.