John's Incredible Story (part 1)

John was at wit's end. Everything in his life seemed like it was crumbling. The economy was in shambles and he recently had lost his job due to cutbacks. To top it off, COVID had taken the only two things he cherished in life: his wife and daughter. His wife was a bit nitpicky and not the greatest cook in the world, but she was an excellent mother and naughty lover. Their beautiful daughter was growing up to be a carbon copy of her. About a year prior, his wife Claire, had convinced him to start roleplaying in the bedroom. It was simple stuff at first until she pretended to be Molly, their 16-year-old daughter. It brought out an excitement and passion that they had never known. After the first time, though, John told her that he didn't want to do it anymore. However, she would continue to call him, 'Daddy', and much to his chagrine, his cock would betray him, drawing him into the fantasy. A fantasy that was easy to pretend as the two could pass as sisters and often were confused as such.

John was now in a dark place in his mind. He terribly missed them, but he also continued to chide himself often for lusting after their daughter. He never once touched her, but often tried to see her nude. Before their roleplay, he had never purposefully lusted after underage girls. The fact that she looked so much like her mother didn't help matters, and neither did her gullibility. He struggled even more after the time that they both saw each other naked by accident. The shower head in the main bathroom had broken, and Molly thought she would be alone long enough to take a shower in the master bathroom. That day, however, John had been sent home early due to a computer virus at work. He immediately went into the bedroom and started undressing to take a shower. By the time he got down to nothing but his socks, Molly came out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel wrapped and twisted in her hair. They both froze, and like watching a car crash, couldn't take their eyes off of each other. Despite the shock, John's penis began to grow, and that was when Molly took off. She was just 15 then, and had really started to bud into her puberty. He tried several times to apologize to her about it, but she would never let him finish. She never did tell her mother either. Or, if she did, Claire never brought it up.

He was scolding himself even more as John found himself on a dark and winding road in a pretty nasty storm. The night was very sultry. He didn't really know where he was and he didn't care. He had to get away. He couldn't stand being around so many things that reminded him of them. John couldn't allow the fantasies to continue. He had gotten in his car and just started driving. The wipers on John's old car were struggling to keep up with the downpour. As he came around a long bend, he saw a large, orange streak fly right over him. He was startled and lost control of the car. It slid through the guard rail and he was now tumbling down a short ravine. He had his seatbelt on, but he was jarred around pretty severely, busting his door window with his head on the way down. He was drunk, and the dark thoughts running through his head of how he deserved this, kept him from getting hurt worse than he did.

John felt dizzy and could barely hear the radiator blowing steam over the heavy rain. The car was laying on the driver's side, and as he looked forward, he could barely make out that something had crashed off in the distance. His vision was a bit blurry and he felt very dizzy. His left arm felt broken and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. His eyelids felt so heavy. John knew he couldn't let himself fall asleep. He didn't come all this way just to kill himself. As John went to unbuckle the seatbelt, he saw a figure walking toward him from the crash. His eyes blinked several times, each one more slowly than the last. He could just make out that it looked like a metallic humanoid before his eyelids closed. It was coming fast, and so was the rate at which John was losing his consciousness.

John went in and out of consciousness several times. He could tell that he was being carried. He could just make out light mechanical noises and raindrops that sounded like they were hitting dense metal. He could feel the cold hardness where the being held him. He couldn't lift his head to see better, and the rain made it impossible for him to keep his eyes open long. John was at the mercy of this being. He didn't like that feeling, but it hadn't harmed him yet. Even if he could yell, no one would hear him in this rain. Although he nodded in and out several times, he felt as though they had gone a long way. His last memory before falling asleep was being laid upon a bed. The eyes glowed. Cloudy... mist.


Seven hours later, John awoke with a stir, springing up to a sitting position. It was dark in the room, but he could see that it was full of cobwebs and bare of furniture except for the mattress on which he laid. His next observation surprised him as his nostrils were filled with delicious smells. It smelled like steak and potatoes, but the seasonings were fragrant, too. His mouth watered and he got up to investigate. He struggled to remember what had happened, memories coming in incoherent flashes. His severe headache didn't help matters either. When he looked down the hallway, he could see orange flickering light coming from a room at the end. John could also hear the crackling of the fire and the sizzling of the steak.

John peeked around the corner, and what he saw caused his memories to flood back with a vengeance. He froze with an almost inaudible gasp, eyes going wide. The gasp was loud enough for the android to hear. "Please do not be frightened." it said in an androgenous voice that to John, didn't sound like an android or robot.

John's heart continued to race, but he relaxed his expression and slowly stepped out from hiding. He watched as the android continued to cook even though it was looking at him. "I... I don't even know which question to ask first."

"Allow me to fill you in, John. I am an android from the Kysperion Empire in another galaxy. I was being delivered as a gift to the Kuld Syndicate in another galaxy. Something happened to my ship and crash-landed here where I caused you to drive your car off of the road. I saw that you were injured and brought you to this abandoned house to heal your wounds while my systems fully repair. How are you feeling?"

"I have a pretty bad headache. Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I am a very advanced android that consists of an infinitesimal amount of very sophisticated nanites. I used them to heal your wounds and download your memories. I also used them on your phone and have downloaded all of the information provided by your internet. You humans have such a fascination with pornography, especially incest despite the fact that it is taboo."

John felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he was part of that crowd. "So, I have nanites in me?"

The android began to plate up the food. "Please know, they will not harm you. They allow me to continue monitoring your thoughts. You are hungry, are you not?"

John was famished. "I am. Very."

"Your memories told me that this is your favorite meal. I hope you are satisfied with my approximation of it."

"Well, it certainly smells excellent." John said as he watched a cloud leave the android's body and form a small table and chair.

"Please have a seat."

"This isn't some sort of last meal rite kind of thing, is it?"

The android paused in its movements, having just set the plate down. "Accessing... Your question is a double negative, but no, it is not your last meal." The android continued its movement, grabbing a bottle of wine. "Perhaps I should explain the situation further."

Satisfied, John sat down and pulled the napkin over his lap. "Please, go ahead. I'm all ears."

"My primary function is to be the perfect mate. I was meant for the prelate of the Kuld Syndicate, however, primary diagnostics of my ship have revealed that I am stuck here on your planet." The android paused as John took his first bite. "How is the food?"

John was so hungry, he almost forgot to pay attention to how it tasted. He was impressed. "Worthy of a five star restaurant."

"It pleases me to hear you say that. Let me know if you require anything else."

"This is perfect. So, if you're stuck here, what does that mean for you?"

"I am designed in such a way that, if I don't carry out my primary function in the alloted timeframe, my systems will shut down."

"You'd be dead?"

"Not necessarily. With the right tools I can be reactivated, but no one on Earth would know how to accomplish that, nor have the correct technology."

John paused eating for a moment, taking a sip of the wine. "Hmm, so if you don't get to that syndicate, you will die?"

"I can still carry out my primary function if I bond with someone."

"What does that mean?"

"As I said before, my primary function is to be the perfect mate for someone, but it can be anyone with whom I bond."

"So, let's say you do bond with someone. What does that mean for them?"

"First, I would access the person's thoughts and memories and compile the perfect look and personality for their desired mate. I would then morph into that person's mate. That person would have complete access to my command functions and would be under my protection, sacrificing myself for them if necessary."

John raised an eyebrow. He was beginning to see the opportunity here, but the way his life was going, he was sure that he wouldn't be so lucky. "You would follow any command?"

"Yes. Even if it leads to my termination."

There was no reason for John to disbelieve any of this, but it all felt too good to be true. He felt as though he didn't deserve something so... perfect. He had to force himself not to visit the possibilities. "I guess we'd better find someone for you to bond with."

"I understand why you feel that you do not deserve a gift such as this, however, I wish to bond with you."

John froze with a bite of steak inches from his mouth. His brow furled slightly as he looked upon the emotionless face of the android. He set the fork down and cleared his throat. "Why would you choose me?"

"It is my estimation that you are a good person, John. Considering the recent events in your life, you are very deserving."

John downed the rest of the wine in his glass in three large gulps and found himself staring at the glass in his hand. He wasn't thinking sad thoughts, but tears welled in his eyes, spilling as he looked up at the android. He went to speak, but only sobs and more tears came out; his face contorting and locking into an open-mouthed frown. He could no longer control it. The android moved forward, morphing into John's mother.

"There, there," she said, embracing him and resting his head on her bosom, "I have you now."

John couldn't even comprehend what had happened as his sorrow overtook him. He embraced her and continued to sob, loving the familiar smell of his mother's perfume. Feeling comforted by the gentle brushing of his hair with her hand. He knew it wasn't her, but it felt so good to give in to it. The skin felt so real. It even smelled like her and the nostalgia warmed him, causing him to calm his sobbing. After being able to take some normal breaths, he pulled his head up to look at her. His eyes were still a bit blurry, but it looked exactly like her from about 20 years ago. Right down to the little ridge on the end of her nose. John sniffled hard as the android, his mother, handed him the napkin. He thanked her and sat up as he blew his nose and wiped his tears. Despite his brain wanting to reminisce, he was still awe struck at how real the illusion seemed to be. The android even added her favorite apron, which she wore almost all the time. Baking was her passion in the kitchen. He realized that her aroma even had a hint of flour in it. Every detail was correct.

"Would you like some water?"

John blinked a few times and cleared his throat as he wiped his nose and upper lip. "Uh, yes... please." He didn't consciously remind himself to say, 'please', but seeing his mother was enough for his subconscious. It was almost painful for him to see her how she looked when he was a teenager. He had gone through a long phase of an Oedipus complex. Like him and his daughter, they both saw each other naked by accident. From that day forward, he struggled for a long time with lusting after his mother. Even now, he couldn't help but watch his mother's ass sway as she walked to the counter; her large and shapely ass framed by the frills on the edge of the apron. This nostalgia was a lot more consuming as he had to feint wiping his eyes with the napkin to keep himself from staring. John had to remind himself that this wasn't truly his mother. Just as she turned back around, he noticed that his dick didn't seem to care, bulging into his right pant leg. He quickly dropped the napkin into his lap to cover it.

"Here you go." she said, handing him the glass. "There is no need to hide your true feelings, John. I am not your mother, and besides, there is no one around to witness."

John almost choked as he took a sip. He coughed a bit, spilling some as he rushed setting the glass on the table. He instinctively grabbed the napkin to wipe his mouth. This revealed his bulge.

His mother crouched and put a hand onto his bulge. "Haven't you always wanted this, Son." She stroked his cock causing it to throb heavily.

John gasped and looked at his mother with confusion and then at her hand.

"I can be anyone you want me to be." With that said, it quickly morphed into his daughter; hand still on his cock. "Isn't this what you really want, Daddy?"

John hesitated a moment, holding his breath and staring into his daughter's wanton eyes before moving the chair and backing up with an agility he doesn't normally possess. His mother he could visit any time as she lived up state. Despite his erratic path he was driving, he probably would've ended up at her house. His daughter, though, he would never see again, or so he thought. His arousal quickly waned, but the mixture of contradicting emotions kept him from crying again. John was frozen, paralyzed by the corporeal ghost standing just a few feet away. It was too much for him and he barely caught a glimpse of the android returning to its form. He could tell that it caught his fall, but it felt so distant; light fading into darkness.

John breathed in deep and felt himself blink a few times before his vision became clear enough to see. He felt the need to rub them before he saw enough to assess where he was now. That was when he noticed movement; a jarring bump in the road caused him to jab his eyes. John whipped his eyes open to see that they were now driving in a car he didn't recognize. When he turned to look at the driver, he was almost not surprised to see that the android was in his mother's form.

"How are you feeling?" it asked without taking its eyes off of the road.

John let out a soft sigh as he relaxed in his seat. "Don't your tiny robots tell you how I'm feeling?"

"I am respecting the fact that we have not bonded and have shut off communications with them. Does it bother you that they are still inside of you?"

John sighed again, letting out a short harumph. "To be honest, they're the least of my worries. Where are we headed? And why are you my mother again?"

"My scouts alerted me that someone discovered the crash site. I felt it necessary for us to be on the move. I am impersonating your mother to be incognito. I could choose another form if you like, but you seemed to be more relaxed around her. As for your second question, we are heading to your place of residence."

He smirked at that just as he caught a glimpse of her cleavage jiggling as they ran over a rough patch. He quickly averted his eyes back to the road strewn with scattered debris. The sun was behind the mountains, but there was enough light for him to recognize where they were. "Wait... my car! They'll trace it back to me."

"Relax, John. I repurposed your vehicle into this one. I have covered our tracks as well as possible, and I still have scouts in the area. From what I learned on your internet, we have a few hours before government officials begin to investigate."

It hadn't really dawned on him until that moment that he was aiding and abetting an extra-terrestrial fugitive. John couldn't help but think that this one was a bit extra extra-terrestrial. As much as he didn't feel threatened by it, he knew their situation would only become more threatening. The anxiety began to build with an intense flare of that buzzing feeling.

The android turned to look at him, "Are you okay?" it asked intently.

"I thought you said that you cut off communications?"

"My apologies," it said, turning its eyes back to the road before continuing, "I made sure to allow them to alert me to any possible emergencies, and your blood pressure and adrenal glands just spiked."

"Heh, I'm just late to the party, I guess."

"Late to the party? I am not familiar with that colloquialism."

"Well, it's taken me this long to really appreciate the levity of our situation. You know, with you being a fugitive and all. They'll probably consider me to be a hostage."

"Yes, I have considered that. Please know that I will do everything in my power to protect you."

"Jeez, you really do sound like my mother." he said with a laugh.

"Would you prefer I be someone else?"

"No, no, it's fine. I was just trying to make light of the situation."

"I understand. I will do better to react more appropriately next time."

John didn't respond, but lightly smiled as he looked at the android. He's watched and read a lot of science fiction, and he was beginning to realize the possibilities of this thing, or multitude of things. John doesn't use his imagination as much as he used to, but it was running wild with ideas. He was getting strangely aroused by it all. He actually hadn't been this excited in a long time, in more ways than one. A sudden swerve to avoid a downed branch snapped him out of his thoughts. "I take it we're not stopping at my place for long, yeah?"

"I have been waiting for you to be ready to talk about our immediate future. That is, if you wish to bond with me. Otherwise, there is nothing to talk about. I do not mean to apply pressure, but our situation does not have the same courtesy."

He knew he had to make a decision soon, except that, nothing felt right. It was all so sudden, coming at the lowest point in his life so far. He was ready for a change from his rut of depression. It was what spurred his decision to aimlessly drive in the first place. However, this was a gigantic change. Something he knew would completely change his life forever. The allure of the endless possibilities was incredibly tempting, but he wasn't sure if the price was fair. Even the allure of giving up a life that would only continue to remind him of his wife and daughter was tempting. What nagged at him the most were the unknowns. What is this thing capable of doing? At what lengths would it go to to protect him? To ingratiate him? He felt it weighing on him, especially his eyelids. He wasn't trying to fall asleep, but he felt so fatigued. He felt his eyelids betray him more than once before the lull of the road put him to rest.


John naturally awoke when the car came to a stop. The storm had picked up again with heavy rain and not a lot of wind. Despite the rain, he quickly recognized his garage door. One of the windows had a crack in it that he had yet to fix. It was something that he noticed every time he pulled into his driveway. Yet another small thing that helped to drive him to this point, which was now a fork in the road. He could go on groveling in his misery, or he could discover a new adventure riddled with risks and unknown dangers. He quietly watched the android, still in his mother's form, pull the keys out of the ignition and unbuckle her seatbelt before checking on him.

"Do you feel better after a rest?"

John turned away and rubbed his eyes, clearing his throat before speaking up. "Yeah, a bit. I'm starving, though."

"We can't stay here for long, but we should have time for you to eat. What would you like?"

"Ugh, I don't know," he said as he rubbed his face. "I'm sure there's something in the fridge I can pop in the microwave."

"Seriously, Son, I can cook for you. That little box is just full of radiation. What can I make for you?"

"Well, I've actually been craving one of your omelettes. I think we even have some red bell pepper." It still felt weird to be speaking to a younger version of his mother, but it was nice to have that familiarity. He quickly realized that he used, 'we', but kept his chagrine to himself, although, his gaze drifted off.

"That's good, because it's not officially one of my famous omelettes without it."

Normally, John would've at least chuckled at that. His mind was busy with remembering what he had lost. It had been over a month since they had passed, but they were still on his mind more than several times a day. He felt his tear ducts flare, but he fought it off. He pushed himself to get passed it. Now was not the time for emotions. Without responding, he reached over and pushed the garage door button and it began to ascend. He sighed as he sat back and undid his seatbelt and then looked over at his mother. "It's nice to have you here, Mom." John had decided it was time to play along.

She smiled and sighed. "Anything for you, Son." She put a hand on his shoulder and he held it as he smiled back.

John didn't really notice as he smiled at her, that his cock was coming to attention, pitching a large tent in his khakis.

"Let me help you with that, too, Son."

John's smile left and his brow furrowed, but before he could retort, his pants were deftly opened, and in nearly the same moment, her mouth and hand were wrapped around his throbbing cock. "Oh, fuck," was all he could manage as his head fell back. Her movements were silky and quick as her other hand massaged his balls and perineum, and before he could say more, he erupted and she completely deepthroated it. She continued to massage his perineum while his hips jolted and he grunted unintelligible noises. His orgasm went on longer than he was expecting and his hand went to the back of his mother's head as he continued to uncontrollably convulse in his seat. As the strong orgasm waned, his hands went to his face in shame, and one last spurt came out and down his mother's throat.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Son." his mother said as she deftly closed up his pants.

"Why did you do that?"

"I wanted you to know what you would be missing if you decide not to bond with me."

He sighed as he glanced at her smiling at him, saliva shining off of the rim of her lips. John cleared his throat, "I... I didn't really need more convincing. I'm in."

He expected her to be elated, but instead, she instantly turned into a cloud that quickly began to enter his body. He went to cry out, but his body suddenly stiffened and became paralyzed. In the same instant he began to feel a euphoria wash over him. He was no longer frightened. He allowed his mind to relax, and then he could see the android in his mind's eye. He could see her in such a detail that he could make out the individual nanites. Strangely enough, he felt as though he were looking into a mirror. As though she was him, and he was her. He had never felt more at peace, but before he could revel in it, the feeling and the visions went away. He let out a slight gasp as he opened his eyes to see the android in her robotic form sitting in the driver's seat. "That was incredible."