John's Incredible Story (part 2)
of
E. Rod Dicka
genre
incest
Author's Note: The next parts in this series are going to be smaller, as I am currently writing them. Thank you for your patience.
As John watched the android--having morphed back into his mother's form--exit the vehicle, he was suddenly grateful. If any of his neighbors were watching, this wouldn't look that weird, other than the fact that it was 6:30 in the morning and that they arrived in a different car. He watched her wave for him to follow and this snapped him out of it. Despite how critical the situation really was, he was anxious to explore his new-found relationship. He wasn't even worried about what was needed to be done once breakfast was over. He hurriedly caught up to her and unlocked and opened the door, ushering her inside. As soon as he closed and locked the door, he turned to her, "I'm going to go take a shower while you get breakfast ready."
"That sounds good, dear, but come here first."
John furrowed his brow, but did as he was told. To his surprise, she grabbed his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He hesitated to return the kiss, expecting there to be an aftertaste of his cum. Once he realized that her mouth tasted clean, he gave in. When she broke the kiss he asked, "What was that for?"
"I wanted to properly thank you for bonding with me. There will be further appreciation when the time is more appropriate."
He smiled at that, but it seemed odd to him. It seemed like an emotive response to self-preservation, as in, it was glad that it didn't have to die, or cease to function. He considered that, maybe it's more sophisticated than he had thought before saying, "I have yet to properly thank you for saving my life." They both smiled as John left down the hall toward the master bedroom. For the first time in a while, he had a pep in his step. Before he knew it, he was turning on the shower and disrobing. Once naked, he looked in the mirror as he waited for the steam to arrive. He looked different somehow, and it wasn't his long stubble. He looked healthier than he'd been in a while. At least since a few months ago when he stopped going for a morning jog with his friend and neighbor Deion. He forgot that he was waiting for the steam and jumped into the shower anyway. The water was just starting to warm up. It was then that he realized that maybe the nanites were the reason for the slight difference in appearance.
The massaging quality of the water lured him to step under the showerhead and let the water run over him head to toe. It felt like it had been forever since he last showered. He didn't allow his wonderment to take control and did his best to relax and he leaned his forearms against the wall. It was working well and he felt a lot of tension begin to melt away. He tried not to think of anything, but he couldn't help but recall the blowjob he just had. It was literally the best he had ever had. He also noticed that he didn't seem to be ashamed about the fact that it was his mother, or at least a near-exact facsimile. Deep down, he knew it wasn't her, but he couldn't deny the affect it had had on him. Especially, since he had become hard again. He tried to ignore as he began to soap himself up. As he turned around, he nearly screamed. His mother was standing in the other end of the tub, completely naked. "Holy fuck, I thought you were making breakfast."
"I still am. I can create up to twenty full size clones of myself. I was alerted to your hormonal state which is why I am also here. Please allow me to pleasure you, master."
Before he could respond, her hands were upon his cock, causing it to throb heavily. Seeing his mother naked caused him to freeze in place and behold his slightly overweight mother. Her breasts looked amazing and he was surprised to see that her pussy was shaved. His body shuddered at the sensation of her soft, motherly hands gliding along his straining cock. As great as his desire was to dive into her plump breasts, something came over him. He grabbed her arms and forcefully, but respectfully, turned her around and moved her toward the back wall. He didn't have to tell her to present her pussy as she braced herself and pushed her hips out toward him. For him, it was a sight to behold, but he wasted no time in grabbing her shoulder with one hand and his cock with the other, forcing it into her awaiting pussy.
"That's it, son. Take your mother. Fuck her naughty pussy."
The words easily fueled his already burgeoning lust. His hands went to her hips, and as soon as he felt balanced, he started thrusting hard. He was no longer ashamed at fulfulling his boyhood dream. He could remember knowing just how good it would feel, despite being a virgin at the time. Even still, he was surprised at how good it was feeling. It was as though her pussy flexed and contracted with his movement, never not hugging every inch of it. It was truly the most incredible pussy his cock had ever been in. His pace quickened.
"Oh, yes. Please use my pussy until you cum."
It was strange to hear his mother tell him that, but at the same time, it was amazing. He felt his cock throb and quickened his pace. Their wet bodies smacked loudly as uncontrollable grunts began to escape both of their mouths. He was surprised at how badly he wanted to fill her up. The thought of it brought him very close to the edge.
"Oh, please, son. Cum inside me. Give it to your mother."
The sudden surge in sensation sent him over the edge. His hands gripped hard on her hips, and the forcefulness of the first wave caused her head to bump hard into the wall. He heard it, but he wasn't able to stop. The orgasm felt so strong that his cock felt like a fire hose. He knew this was the biggest orgasm he had ever felt. Never before had he felt so many ropes of cum come out of him. He didn't even notice that his mother was cumming with him until his orgasm began to subside. He then noticed how her hands gripped his ass, and just how hard his hands were gripping her hip handles. He loosened his grip as the final convulsions came to pass and his brain started to function properly again. "My god, that was... fuck."
His mother giggled, which made her pussy muscles flex several times, tickling his softening penis out of her. "I now better understand the allure of this act. Those sensations are nearly indescribable. I cannot wait to do that again. Are you ready, master?"
He was oddly satisfied at his mother calling him, 'master'. "I... I don't think my dick will perform, although, it doesn't feel sore like usual."
"I can help you to be ready again, if you wish, master."
He was not surprised by this. He somehow knew there was more to this bonding than just indefinite servitude. When he went to answer, they were interrupted by the doorbell.
They both turned their heads and gasped. "Assessing. It is your neighbor Deion."
Anxiety quickly washed over him. "Shit."
"Worry not, master. I will handle this until you are finished showering."
Before he could say anything, his mother turned into a misty cloud that left with an unexpected quickness. John let out a long shuddering sigh. He was suddenly very aware of how hard his heart was pounding. He could hear it in his ears. He brushed his hands through his short hair as he took a deep breath. John didn't allow himself any more time to calm down before quickly returning to showering. He was shocked at how hard his nerves struck him when the doorbell rang. John had never been in trouble with the authorities, and the fact that there was a hint of a possibility that it could've been them at the door was enough to make him shaky. Doubt's shadow was right around the corner.
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As John watched the android--having morphed back into his mother's form--exit the vehicle, he was suddenly grateful. If any of his neighbors were watching, this wouldn't look that weird, other than the fact that it was 6:30 in the morning and that they arrived in a different car. He watched her wave for him to follow and this snapped him out of it. Despite how critical the situation really was, he was anxious to explore his new-found relationship. He wasn't even worried about what was needed to be done once breakfast was over. He hurriedly caught up to her and unlocked and opened the door, ushering her inside. As soon as he closed and locked the door, he turned to her, "I'm going to go take a shower while you get breakfast ready."
"That sounds good, dear, but come here first."
John furrowed his brow, but did as he was told. To his surprise, she grabbed his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He hesitated to return the kiss, expecting there to be an aftertaste of his cum. Once he realized that her mouth tasted clean, he gave in. When she broke the kiss he asked, "What was that for?"
"I wanted to properly thank you for bonding with me. There will be further appreciation when the time is more appropriate."
He smiled at that, but it seemed odd to him. It seemed like an emotive response to self-preservation, as in, it was glad that it didn't have to die, or cease to function. He considered that, maybe it's more sophisticated than he had thought before saying, "I have yet to properly thank you for saving my life." They both smiled as John left down the hall toward the master bedroom. For the first time in a while, he had a pep in his step. Before he knew it, he was turning on the shower and disrobing. Once naked, he looked in the mirror as he waited for the steam to arrive. He looked different somehow, and it wasn't his long stubble. He looked healthier than he'd been in a while. At least since a few months ago when he stopped going for a morning jog with his friend and neighbor Deion. He forgot that he was waiting for the steam and jumped into the shower anyway. The water was just starting to warm up. It was then that he realized that maybe the nanites were the reason for the slight difference in appearance.
The massaging quality of the water lured him to step under the showerhead and let the water run over him head to toe. It felt like it had been forever since he last showered. He didn't allow his wonderment to take control and did his best to relax and he leaned his forearms against the wall. It was working well and he felt a lot of tension begin to melt away. He tried not to think of anything, but he couldn't help but recall the blowjob he just had. It was literally the best he had ever had. He also noticed that he didn't seem to be ashamed about the fact that it was his mother, or at least a near-exact facsimile. Deep down, he knew it wasn't her, but he couldn't deny the affect it had had on him. Especially, since he had become hard again. He tried to ignore as he began to soap himself up. As he turned around, he nearly screamed. His mother was standing in the other end of the tub, completely naked. "Holy fuck, I thought you were making breakfast."
"I still am. I can create up to twenty full size clones of myself. I was alerted to your hormonal state which is why I am also here. Please allow me to pleasure you, master."
Before he could respond, her hands were upon his cock, causing it to throb heavily. Seeing his mother naked caused him to freeze in place and behold his slightly overweight mother. Her breasts looked amazing and he was surprised to see that her pussy was shaved. His body shuddered at the sensation of her soft, motherly hands gliding along his straining cock. As great as his desire was to dive into her plump breasts, something came over him. He grabbed her arms and forcefully, but respectfully, turned her around and moved her toward the back wall. He didn't have to tell her to present her pussy as she braced herself and pushed her hips out toward him. For him, it was a sight to behold, but he wasted no time in grabbing her shoulder with one hand and his cock with the other, forcing it into her awaiting pussy.
"That's it, son. Take your mother. Fuck her naughty pussy."
The words easily fueled his already burgeoning lust. His hands went to her hips, and as soon as he felt balanced, he started thrusting hard. He was no longer ashamed at fulfulling his boyhood dream. He could remember knowing just how good it would feel, despite being a virgin at the time. Even still, he was surprised at how good it was feeling. It was as though her pussy flexed and contracted with his movement, never not hugging every inch of it. It was truly the most incredible pussy his cock had ever been in. His pace quickened.
"Oh, yes. Please use my pussy until you cum."
It was strange to hear his mother tell him that, but at the same time, it was amazing. He felt his cock throb and quickened his pace. Their wet bodies smacked loudly as uncontrollable grunts began to escape both of their mouths. He was surprised at how badly he wanted to fill her up. The thought of it brought him very close to the edge.
"Oh, please, son. Cum inside me. Give it to your mother."
The sudden surge in sensation sent him over the edge. His hands gripped hard on her hips, and the forcefulness of the first wave caused her head to bump hard into the wall. He heard it, but he wasn't able to stop. The orgasm felt so strong that his cock felt like a fire hose. He knew this was the biggest orgasm he had ever felt. Never before had he felt so many ropes of cum come out of him. He didn't even notice that his mother was cumming with him until his orgasm began to subside. He then noticed how her hands gripped his ass, and just how hard his hands were gripping her hip handles. He loosened his grip as the final convulsions came to pass and his brain started to function properly again. "My god, that was... fuck."
His mother giggled, which made her pussy muscles flex several times, tickling his softening penis out of her. "I now better understand the allure of this act. Those sensations are nearly indescribable. I cannot wait to do that again. Are you ready, master?"
He was oddly satisfied at his mother calling him, 'master'. "I... I don't think my dick will perform, although, it doesn't feel sore like usual."
"I can help you to be ready again, if you wish, master."
He was not surprised by this. He somehow knew there was more to this bonding than just indefinite servitude. When he went to answer, they were interrupted by the doorbell.
They both turned their heads and gasped. "Assessing. It is your neighbor Deion."
Anxiety quickly washed over him. "Shit."
"Worry not, master. I will handle this until you are finished showering."
Before he could say anything, his mother turned into a misty cloud that left with an unexpected quickness. John let out a long shuddering sigh. He was suddenly very aware of how hard his heart was pounding. He could hear it in his ears. He brushed his hands through his short hair as he took a deep breath. John didn't allow himself any more time to calm down before quickly returning to showering. He was shocked at how hard his nerves struck him when the doorbell rang. John had never been in trouble with the authorities, and the fact that there was a hint of a possibility that it could've been them at the door was enough to make him shaky. Doubt's shadow was right around the corner.
Thank you for reading. I hope these words did the trick ;). If you like what I write, please consider supporting me by subscribing here: https://subscribestar.adult/e-rod-dicka
You can also follow and message me on Twitter: @dicka_e
Have a wonderful day.
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