KLRXO Stories

Chapter 159: Robo-Mom_1

"Robo-Mom" by klrxo

Chapter one - Toy Shopping

Amanda's son Chad had just turned eighteen, so part of her didn't think buying him a sex toy was completely inappropriate. Of course her husband would share a different opinion. Jake was more of a boring prude when it came to those types of things. Even so, the mother knew her son was more liberal when it came to sexuality, like she was. She also knew that masturbation was a regular part of his daily routine, since he had no girlfriend. This would make a sex toy the perfect graduation gift.

It was the year 2063 and mother's fashions had changed considerably. If you were a boy who had a thing for mom, it was a great time to be alive.

Chad paused before leaving the house, checking out his Mom as she completed her exercise routine. Robotic assistants were a common item in a household, making physical work, such as cleaning and cooking, optional for mothers. This made daily exercise imperative in order for a woman, especially a stay-at-home mother, to remain in peak physical shape.

Amanda's workout attire consisted of a thin breathable body-suit, that fit her like a second skin. The fact that it was the same color of her tan complexion made it even more exciting for her son to behold. He almost felt like he was watching her workout completely naked. Her thick ass and large meaty tits jiggled with her every move. Amanda's boobs were capped with thick rubbery nipples and areola. The suit was so snug that Chad could see the mouth- watering papilla protruding through the thin fabric. The site of it never failed to make his cock harden.

"Do you need assistance?" The voice startled the boy, making him spin around.

It was their home assistant robot, Al. The all-white human-like face of the assistant had a fixed smile, that always gave the boy the creeps. "No, I'm good. You gotta stop sneaking up on people like that though. You scared the shit out of me!"

"I understand," Al said, "would you like me to take your pants and clean the shit from them?" Chad giggled. "It was an expression. You can go about your work," he said.

"Thank you!" Al said, then walked away. It's movements were amazingly fluid and lifelike. "Chad, is that you?" he heard his mother asked..

The boy peeked his head around the corner. His eyes couldn't help but glance down at her jutting tits and the way they wobbled heavily as she wiped her sweaty face off with a towel. "I'm just heading to school," he muttered.

"I have an appointment at the clinic this afternoon. Al will have dinner ready at the regular time."

"I thought you were done at the clinic?"

Amanda watched her son's gaze travel from her tits to her crotch. She was fully aware of how revealing her workout attire was. How the fabric was moulded around her succulent snatch. Indeed, her boy's eyes were fixed on the base of her crotch, staring at the puffy outer folds of her motherly pubis and the furrow of her cunt-slit.

"No, your father and I have the sperm picked out for my pregnancy, but the doctors have some more tweaking to do to make it perfect before it's implanted."

"Great! So I'll have a little brother that's better than me at everything," Chad said, making his mother giggle.

"No amount of sperm manipulation could ever make a son as special as you," Amanda said with a cute wink.

"Wait, I thought you and dad were gonna try to have a kid the natural way?"

Amanda frowned. "Yes, well, I would prefer that, but the 'natural way' doesn't always work with men your father's age," she explained.

"Oh, I see," Chad said, thinking about how wonderful it would be to impregnate his mother with his seed. To see her belly grow and her tits balloon even larger as they swelled with milk.

"Speaking of your father, he took a Starship to Tokyo today on business, but he'll be back before dinner," Chad's mother said. "Have you given any thought to your gift? You are aware that graduation is only three days away?"

"I know and to be honest, I haven't really thought about it much," her son confessed. "Well, I HAVE, and I think I've figured out the perfect gift idea for you."

"What?" the boy asked.

"Nice try sneaky-pants! she said. "Don't worry, I think you'll be 'pleasantly' surprised! Have a great day at school," she said, turning and sashaying away.

Chad loved his Mom's large tits, but running a close second was her ass. Seeing her buns in her thin bodysuit was the next best thing to seeing them naked, although he hadn't been lucky enough to see her in the nude just yet.

"Awesome!" he muttered to himself, watching the meaty half-moons of her buttocks undulate almost teasingly.

Amanda could almost feel her son's eyes on her swaying ass..When she turned the corner, she quickly glanced back, confirming her suspicions..

An hour later, Amanda and her sister Nancy slipped inside a sleek, modern vehicle and the doors closed automatically. "Hello! Destination please!" a woman's voice said.

"Ivy's Doll shop," Amanda said. "Setting a course for Ivy's doll shop."

The sister's outfits looked like skimpy teddies, but this was the fashion craze of moms across the country. Of course the large-chested mothers like Amanda and Nancy drew the most attention, especially from young men.

As the car started off, Nancy fed her sister a quirky smile. "I can't believe you talked me into going sex toy shopping for my nephew," she said.

"It'll be fun! Who knows, maybe you'll even find something for you," Amanda said.

"I don't need a toy. Matt does just fine in the bedroom. YOU'RE the one who should be shopping for a fuck-toy. Has Jake even fucked you this week?"

"He's been flying the past three days. I know how exhausting that can be. We had neurol-sex a few times while he was away," Amanda said. Despite trying to justify her lack of action in the bedroom, the hot mother secretly wished her husband could and would have sex with her daily. It was the subject of numerous marital disputes, so her husband knew full-well that it frustrated her tremendously.

"Neurol-sex, really?! My God, Amanda, that's so....two-thousand forties! Sex in your head is not the same and you know it. No offence, sis, but your husband's a wimp in the bedroom. He can't even get you pregnant naturally, like a real man can."

Amanda glanced out the window, frustrated and embarrassed. She could defend him until she was blue in the face, but her sister was right, Jake's bedroom skills were dwindling. Sure he always got erections, but only because of modern advances in erectile disfunction drugs.

When it came to having an orgasm, she was a hard nut to crack and Jake would usually cum well before she was even beginning to rise towards that golden peak.

It was all frustrating, especially to a woman who could fuck five times a day and still want more. "He's a hard worker and he adores me to death, even after twenty years. Sex isn't everything," Amanda said, trying to sound sure of herself.

Her sister smiled and looked out the window. "Uh-huh," she muttered. "The Amanda I knew ten years ago would never have said that!"

It was true. Sex with her husband was a daily thing ten years ago, sometimes more than once a day..Then Jake's libido deflated, while Amanda's was blossoming. When she made statements like "sex isn't everything," she was just fooling herself.

They arrived at an old industrial part of town and got out of the vehicle. "This area's creepy! Are you sure this is a good idea?" Nancy asked.

"Let's just...give it a chance."

Along with their skimpy day-dresses, their feet were propped in heels that were so high they looked like they were walking on the tips of their pretty painted toes. went inside the old building and down a stairway. "You're gonna get us raped, I just know it!" Nancy said worriedly, glancing around.

"Would you just relax?"

They entered the store, which seemed more like a large manufacturing space, with a few rows of product. They made their way down one aisle, which was lined with display models of various sexual gadgets. "Good grief, look at all these goodies!"

"These look like female toys. I wonder if they have a male section?" Amanda said.

Nancy stopped at a life-like male robot laying on a shelf. It had only stubs for legs, but had an incredible realistic hardon that was probably a foot long. The pretty woman curious clicked a remote. The robot immediately looked over at her. "Hi, I'm Louis, wanna take a ride?" it asked.

She awkwardly held her wedding ring up for him to see. "Sorry, happily married." "That's ok, most women that purchase my model are happily married."

"So I'm guessing you're like a sex robot or something? Where are your legs?" "I don't need legs. All the work I do is on my back," Louis said..

"Work, huh?"

"Yes, I fuck at various speeds. Would you like me to show you a couple?" It asked her. Nancy shrugged her shoulders. "Sure," she muttered curiously.

Louis's automated hips suddenly set in motion, jerking fluidly up and down. Nancy watched his hardon thrust through the air right in front of her, the skin of the cock stretching, so human- like she could hardly believe it. The robot's hips suddenly stopped mid-air, then pumped

around for a few seconds like a jackhammer.

Nancy's eyes widened. "Ohh!" she muttered.

Louis dropped his hips, then thrust again, stopping mid-air, just as he had done before, then went into jackhammer mode. The middle-aged mother watched in fascination. It was definitely a move her husband, or any human for that matter, could ever make. Nancy felt her cunt clench, imagining what it feel like to have Louis's foot-long prick pounding through her. "Amanda, you gotta see this," she said.

"Nancy, the male dolls are over here," her sister answered back.

The frazzled sister pointed at the robot, watching it's muscled cock flex and vibrate. "Mister, I will definitely be back later to talk to you!"

She joined Amanda at the next aisle. Several sex robots stood side by side.. They looked remarkably like real women, dressed in sexy attire.

"Well, we know Chad likes big boobs," Nancy said. "Look at the cannons on the blonde." "She's pretty, but I'm not too sure Chad's into blondes."

"What about a redhead? This one look sultry!"

"She's too fair-skinned," Amanda pointed out. "Judging by the number of bikini posters Chad has in his room, I'd say he definitely prefers tanned skin."

"Looking for something specific?" An older gentleman in a wheelchair asked, rolling over near them. He was an eccentric-looking fellow, with round spectacles and a white goatee.

"Yes, um, I was thinking of purchasing a doll, for my son's graduation gift," Amanda said. "Well, we have lots of Robo-dolls for sale. My name's Ivy."

"Hi, I'm Amanda, this is my sister Nancy. These dolls are beautiful," the mother said. "Which one is your most popular?"

"Well they all sell pretty well. Men have different tastes."

"Are they fully automated, like the home assistant models?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, but much more advanced in physical ability. They're what you'd call pleasure-models." "So they um, do everything...sexually?" Nancy asked curiously.

"They do! Vaginal, oral, anal. They even give unbelievable handjobs!" Ivy said candidly. "So what's the price tag on something like this?" Amanda asked.

"These models, you're looking at about five grand. Our custom Sex-Robots can run you up to

ten thousand, depending on the upgrades." "Custom Robots?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, ma'am, most of the work we do here is custom," Ivy said, "come on back, I'll show you."

He led them back to a manufacturing area, with a lot of computers and heavy machinery. They saw the life-sized hologram of a beautiful middle-aged woman, right in front of them. "This is Susan, a customer who's having a custom robot made for her husband. He'll soon to be working overseas for six months, so she had a doll made for him to take with him," Ivy explained, then removed a white covering from an object beside him..

The women's mouths fell open. "Oh my God!" Nancy said.

Ivy had uncovered a doll that looked exactly like Susan, the woman in the hologram. The doll was naked with large life-like tits jutting out as she stood with perfect posture.

"That can't be a sex robot!" Amanda said in awe.

"That IS a sex robot, completely customized. I just finished work on the mouth. Step up and take a look."

The women came up close to the doll, flabbergasted at how incredibly life-like she looked.. "Susan, perform an oral demonstration," Ivy said.

The doll suddenly came to life, it's beautiful brown eyes staring straight ahead. "Performing oral demonstrations," it said in a pretty voice. The mouth opened and the robot's long thick tongue extended from it's mouth, then began fluttering around wildly.

"I bet your tongue can't do that!" Nancy said to her sister. Amanda fed her a sly smile. "Maybe it can!"

"Yeah, right."

"If you wanna feel how life-like the tongue is, stick your finger up there and let her lick on it," Ivy said.

"Um, no, that's quite alright," Nancy scowled, giving him a slightly creeped-out look.

"Oh, don't be stupid. It's just a doll. I'll do it," Amanda said, putting her index finger against Susan's tongue. "Oh my God, it feels so real!" she exclaimed. "It's even wet."

She moved her hand and the doll followed, fluttering her tongue around Amanda's finger wildly.

"We've spent a decade perfecting these robots . They are in exact likeness to the person they're modeled after, right down to the ridges along the tube of the vagina. Which, by the way,

secrete lubrication for intercourse, just like a real vagina would. There are fluid compartments along her back. You just have to make sure they're topped off once in awhile."" Ivy said.

Amanda giggled. "Top off the fluid compartments. I'm starting to feel like I'm shopping for a vehicle."

"Well, actually you are in a way. These dolls are like sexual vehicles and they'll perform in ways you won't believe," the old man said..

"Well, if the way the tongue was performing is any indication, I'd say that being on the receiving end of one of these would be a pretty intense experience for a young guy."

"You can monitor the doll's activity by a mobile tracking system. Things like what position she uses the most, duration of intercourse, number of orgasms.."

"Orgasms?! Amanda and Nancy said in unison, looking at Ivy curiously.

"Oh yes, these dolls are designed to simulate the female orgasm. They're programed to perform in over one-hundred different sexual positions."

"Jesus, I didn't even know there were a hundred different positions!" Nancy confessed.. "Like I said before, we're in the business of creating as life-like as possible," Ivy said.

"Life-like?! Sounds more like you're creating supernatural sex Goddess's to me," Nancy said.

"Speaking of life-like, look at the way her boobs are moving. Exactly like a real woman's do," Amanda said.

"We use what we call layers of synthetic fat, in the breasts, in the ass, all across the body actually, to mimic the actions and the feel of a real woman's flesh," Ivy explained.

"Amazing!" Both women said at the same time..

"So, if I wanted a custom doll made, like this one, what exactly would that process entail?" Amanda asked.

"Well, first and foremost, we would need someone for us to model the doll after."

The sisters looked at each other, both thinking the same thing.. It seemed like weekly they were discussing Chad's fascination with Amanda. They simply couldn't deny the boy's attraction to his mother.

Nancy got a big smile. "Do it!" she said.

"Nancy, I can't. If I come home with a sex doll for Chad that looks like me, Jake will freak the fuck out!"

"Who cares? He has no right to freak out. It's just a doll."

"Yeah, a doll that looks exactly like his wife...for his son to have sex with. You honestly think he's gonna be ok with that?" Amanda asked.

"Then don't show him!"

"Don't show him?! Seriously?! That's like hiding a human person in our house and having him never find out about it, not to mention the big hole in our bank account from me having paid for this thing."

Nancy shrugged her shoulders. "Then don't do it. Just buy him one of those floor models. He's a young guy. He'll think any one of them are sexy."

"No..." Amanda said, the wheels in her head turning. "No what?

"No, I'm not purchasing one of those skanky-looking floor models." "Ok, then, what ARE you doing?" her sister asked.

"I'll deal with the backlash from Jake. The most important thing is that I'm giving Chad the doll that I know he'd really want...and the one he'd get the most pleasure from."

"Sounds like the wise choice to me!" Ivy said.

Amanda gave the old man a determined look. "So it's decided then. What do you need from me?"

Ivy turned his wheelchair. "Right this way!" he said.

"Wait!" Nancy said, making Ivy turn back around. "Mr. Stub legs on aisle one. The one with the big dong..." she said..

"Oh, you mean Louis?" Ivy asked.

"Yeah, that's the one. How much much more to throw him in on the deal?" "Nancy!" Amanda said with stern glare..

"What? I'm just curious."

"Tell you what, if you get all the upgrades on the custom doll, I'll throw him in for free." Nancy looked at her sister pleadingly.

"What happened to Matt doing fine in the bedroom?" Amanda asked, with an amused smile.

"For those times when Matt's working," Nancy said. "A daytime companion." "You honestly think he's gonna be ok with that?"

"No, so I guess we'll both have husbands who are upset," Nancy said, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. "They'll get over it."

Ivy smiled. "Alright then, shall we get to work?"

Robo-Mom

Chapter 2: Robo-Mom's design and production By Klrxo

"Ready when you are," Ivy said, sitting behind a control panel.

Amanda stepped out from behind a partition, with only a white towel draped around her sexy body.

The old doll-maker immediately spotted Amanda's necklace."Sorry, I forgot to mention the jewelry. It'll need to be removed also."

"Oh, um, no problem," the mother responded, removing her necklace, earrings and wedding ring and setting them aside.

Ivy always seemed a bit timid when it was time for a client to get naked, especially when it was one as beautiful as Amanda. "Excellent! Now, if you just wanna remove the covering, and step up onto the scan platform, we'll get started."

Amanda unfastened the towel, revealing her voluptuous naked body. Her 38 G cup tits shimmied on her chest as she stepped up onto the metal platform on bare feet.

Ivy struggled to act as a profession, tearing his eyes away from her extraordinary breasts, and making a few adjustments on his control screen. "Alright, um, we're just about ready here. For all the scans, you'll be keeping your hands at your sides, in a natural stance."

"Will I feel anything?" the nervous mother asked.

"It's a Laser, so you won't feel a thing. Just make sure you remain completely still during the scan."

Nancy fed her sister an exaggerated look, as she stood nearby observing. "Or the laser will liquefy your insides!" she joked.

Amanda spit her tongue at her. "It will not! Shush!!" she said back.

"Ok, starting the first scan now!" Ivy said. "Remember to be completely still."

A thin pink beam of light slowly drifted up Amanda's body, from her toes to the top of her head. "Ok, now one of your backside, so if you could just turn completely around," Ivy directed her.

The busty mother did as he instructed, turning around on the platform, so Ivy and Nancy now had a view of her thick luscious buttocks. It was the most extraordinary ass the doll maker

had ever seen, and he had seen many. For just a moment, his eyes remained transfixed, until Nancy cleared her throat, and snapped him from his trance.

"Ok, um, proceeding with the second scan," he said.

Again the thin pink beam of light traveled up the beautiful mother's body. "Now we'll need one from the side," Ivy said.

Amanda turned so they could see her in side profile. Her big breasts sloped down wonderfully, capped with wide puffy areola, and thick protuberant nipples. From the side, her ass looked like a perfect half-moon of unblemished flesh.

"Third scan proceeding. Remain perfectly still please," Ivy instructed. "What do these scans do exactly?" Nancy asked curiously.

"They provide me with the perfect digital curvature of the model's body. That way, I know exactly how to form the synthetic muscular and fatty tissue over the metal endoskeleton, and robotic hardware, before I apply the sleeve."

"The sleeve?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry, that's what I call the outer layer of skin. Once completed, the robot's physical shape will be in the EXACT likeness of Amanda, right down to the tiniest detail," Ivy explained.

"Is it ok if I move now?" Amanda asked, still frozen in place.

"Oh, yes, sorry. The scanning is all complete. We just have one more procedure, and I'll have all the data I need to complete the physical form of the robot."

"Another scan?" Amanda asked.

"No, I'm afraid this one's a lot less technically advanced, and a bit more intrusive," Ivy said, his face already turning a shade of red. "My equipment is perfect for achieving accurate EXTERNAL body data, but internal precision can only be achieved the old-fashioned way, by a the use of a mold."

"A mold? What does that mean exactly?" Amanda asked.

"Well, I do have what I call 'stock' vagina and anal parts, that we could equip the robot with, but if you indeed want the machine to be a true replica of yourself, then I'll need to apply a mold...to your vagina and your anus, so we can replicate their exact form."

Amanda's mouth fell open. "Ohh!" she muttered, "I see."

Nancy just giggled. "In other words, Chad can get the standard base model pussy, or his mom's platinum cunt and ass, with all the upgrades."

Amanda looked at Ivy with steadfast determination. "Well, if we're doing this, let's do it right," she said. "Let's do the molds."

"Alright then," Ivy said, "if you could just lay down right here on the table. This'll only take a minute."

"I think I'll excuse myself for this part," Nancy said, walking away. "Maybe wander out her and have another chat with my new friend Louis."

Still naked, Amanda climbed onto the stainless steel table, that was only a couple feet off the floor, and sprawled onto her back. Ivy couldn't help but gaze over at the gorgeous mother, as he prepared the molds. There's no denying that Amanda was build like a brick shit house. The way her tit-mounds spread out, and slightly hung off the sides of her chest, made the doll- maker's eyes widen with desire. She was easily the most beautiful model for a Robot doll that he had ever worked with.

"Alright then, um, I can either do this, or you can do it yourself, if you'd feel more comfortable," Ivy said.

Amanda looked at the cylinder-shaped mold in his hand, which looked remarkably like a glossy corn-dog, with Ivy holding the stick portion. "I'll just uh, let you do it, so it's done right," she said.

Ivy was hoping she'd say that. "Ok then, if you could just bring your knees up. Think of this as kind of like a gynecologist exam."

Amanda giggled. "Well, I hate those exams, so I'd probably rather not think of it that way," she said.

Ivy's heart pounded excitedly in his chest as he watched the hot mother splay her thick thighs open, drawing her knees back as he requested. The dome of her clitoral hood protruded from her slighted-slitted outer labium. Amanda's genitals were crown by a tiny patch of neatly trimmed pubic fur.

The doll-maker leaned forward slightly and inserted the mold-stick into her vagina. "Ok, um, just tell me when you feel it hit your cervix," he muttered.

"Alright, um...keep going," she sighed.

Ivy slid it in deeper, until he met some resistance in her vagina. "Ok, there, you're hitting it," she said.

"Alright, now all I need YOU to do is clench your vagina slightly, so the mold can capture every detail of your inner lining."

"Got it," Amanda nodded, then did what was asked of her, flexing her strong pussy-muscles slightly, so her cunt-tube hugged the mold tightly.

"That should do it," Ivy said, pulling the stick out. "If you ever wanted to know what the inside of you lady parts looked like, well there it is," he said, holding it up for the mother to see.

The mold was in the shape of her cunt-tube, with every tiny ridge of her inner-lining showing up in perfect detail. "Fascinating!" she giggled.

"So now it's the same process, with your anus," Ivy said. "Are you still feeling OK with that?"

Amanda nodded. "Yes!" she said without hesitation. She was determined that everything about her son's custom sex doll was going to be in her exact likeness. "As long as it's well lubricated."

"That it is, and the easiest way to do the anal mold is with you on your hands and knees," Ivy said.

Amanda smiled, trying to be as professional as possible about all this. "No problem," she said, then climbed up on all-fours.

Ivy took a quick look at her hanging tits, formulating in his mind just how much synthetic fatty tissue he'd need to use to replicate such enormous melons. He moved around to her backside, and struggled to control his aroused breathing, as he saw Amanda's thick round mommy- buttocks sticking out. Never before had he felt so jealous of a customer, than he did at that moment, for Amanda's son Chad. Once he finished the doll, he knew the boy was in for a real treat.

"Ok, are you ready?" Ivy asked, studying the crinkled ring of her butthole. Amanda nodded cutely. "Ready!" she answered.

Ivy slipped the tip of the mold inside her, watching her anal ring stretch around it. "Unless you're uncomfortable, and tell me to stop, I'm gonna try to fit the whole mold inside you," he warned her.

"Thanks. If it gets too uncomfortable, I'll tell you," the mother answered.

Ivy pushed the mold forward, and it sank into Amanda's ass with relative ease. "Ok, we're all the way in. Now, just like you did with the other one, gently squeeze, so we can capture all the details of your orifice."

Amanda clenched her ass, tightening her sphincter muscles around the cylinder-shaped mold.

"That should do it!" Ivy said, watching her butthole clench closed as he slipped it from her ass. "Just a hair and voice sample, and we'll be all set."

Amanda got her clothes back on, the provided Ivy with the other things he needed. "There's only one other thing we need to consider," the doll maker said.

"What's that?" Amanda asked.

"Come this way, and I'll show you," Ivy said, leading Amanda and Nancy to a different area, where there were a line of human-sized wooden crates."The endoskeleton and hardware for the dolls are made by a larger robotics manufacturer. My specialty is the exterior, and software installation. Go ahead, the crates already open, just slide the lid off," he said to the sisters.

Nancy moved the crate lid aside, revealing a human-sized metal endoskelton. "There she is! Your son's soon-to-be sex-doll," Ivy said.

"It's horrible looking!" Nancy said with a scowl.

"You would be too if we stripped you down to just your skeleton and internal organs," Ivy said. "No I wouldn't. I'd still be beautiful," Nancy joked, fluffing her hair.

"I'll add the other parts, based on the data I retrieved today, but like I said, we have one other thing to consider, and that's her programming," Ivy explained.

Amanda smiled. "Her programming? She's made for sex. Isn't it pretty simple what her programming should be?"

"Yes, but she's also a custom doll, and should be programed based on the owner's likes," Ivy said, then handed Amanda a large envelope. "I know your son's sexual preferences probably aren't something you're too familiar with, but without giving too much away, you should probably try having him answer these questions. Once you have that questionnaire back to me, we can build a program to his liking."

"Got it!" Amanda said, wondering how she would approach her boy with such personal questions. She knew she would also have to break the news to her husband that she was spending a good chunk of money to have custom sex doll manufactured for their son.

Before they left, Nancy fed Ivy a sweet smile. "So um, can we talk about Louis for a minute, and when I might get to take him home," she said, eager to get some private time with her promised new toy.

Jake had just gotten back home from his trip to Tokyo, when his wife Amanda arrived back at the house. He greeted her with a big hug, flowers and some of her favorite sushi he had purchased earlier in the day. "What a crazy trip!" Jake said. "My flight was delayed almost an hour, which pretty much threw the whole day off!"

"I'm sorry, honey, you're probably exhausted," she said sympathetically.

"How was YOUR day?" he asked.

"It was good. I um...I made a purchase, for Chad's graduation gift." "Excellent! What did you end up getting him?" Jake asked.

"Well, we both know Chad doesn't have a girlfriend right now, and he's at the age where sex is kind of a big thing, right?" she asked awkwardly.

"Well, as long as it's done safely. At least that's what we as parents hope for." "Exactly! Which is one of the reasons I decided on this gift," his wife said.

"Ok, well the suspense is killing me! What is it?" Jake asked.

"Well, don't freak out, but...I'm having a custom sex doll made for Chad." "A custom sex doll?

"Yes, a robot, that's made for sex, that way he can cope with those adult urges...um, privately, you know?"

Jake was somewhat open-minded, and trusted his wife's judgement, so it didn't take much for Amanda to sell him on the idea. "Well, robots are the big craze now. You see them everywhere. So why not in the bedroom too, right," he said. "As long as it's just Chad's bedroom though. I wouldn't be too happy if I was replaced by a Robo-husband," he joked.

His wife hugged and kissed him. "I wouldn't think of it," she said. "I have to go over a questionnaire with Chad tonight, so the doll can be programed based on everything he likes."

"Hm, well that's a scary thought," Jake joked.

Amanda playfully jabbed him in the ribs. "Stop! I really think this'll be a great gift for him, but it's a surprise, so not a word," Amanda said.

"My lips are sealed," her husband promised.

Strange-looking alien creatures floated through Chad's bedroom, in holographic form, as he lay on his bed playing one of the newest high-tech video games.

His bedroom door chimed. "Chad, it's mom, can I come in?" Amanda asked from outside the door.

The boy paused his game and all the creatures froze in mid-air. "Sure, Mom," he answered. Amanda stepped into the room with the questionnaire in hand. She paused, as she came face

to face with one of the ugly alien images hovering there in her son's bedroom. "Yikes! He's a real looker that one! she joked, making her son laugh.

"Well they don't make the aliens appealing, mom, otherwise we players wouldn't wanna kill them so bad," Chad said, watching his beautiful mom sit on the edge of his bed.

"I suppose. Do you mind taking a break from the game, and helping me with something?" "No, I don't mind. What is it you need help with," he asked.

She had rehearsed her answer a dozen times over the last hour, hoping to explain her purpose, without giving too much away. "Your Aunt Nancy and I are working on a project, but we just need a man's opinion on some things," she said. "Your father's really busy with work stuff, so I thought I'd ask for your help."

"Ok, um, sure," he muttered.

Amanda looked at the questionnaire. "So, the questions are all sexual in nature, but promise me you won't be embarrassed, and that you'll give me your honest personal preference for each answer," she said.

"Ok, I can do that," Chad said, happy to engage in any type of sexual discussion with his hot mom. He noticed she was wearing a shirt with a low cut V-neck, showing off a lot of creamy cleavage.

"Ok, first question... If you had a willing partner, how often would you have sexual intercourse with her, in a day?"

Chad did his best to fight off his timidness. It was cool that his mom was asking him 'adult questions,' so he wanted to give her a true honest answer for each one. He just hoped he wouldn't shock her too bad with his responses. "If I could do it as much as I wanted, in a day?" he asked, repeating her question.

"Yes."

"Probably at least four to five times," he said honestly.

"Four to five times...A DAY?" Amanda asked, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She'd been getting sex four to five times A WEEK from her husband, and that was only on those weeks where he wasn't traveling like crazy. The idea that a guy would be willing, and physically able to have sex that many times in one day boggled her mind.

Her son gave her a confused look. "Well, yeah, that was your question, right?" he asked.

"Yes...um, yes it was. I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly," she said, then wrote down his answer. "Alright, next question... If you had a willing partner, how would you want her to wake you up every morning?"

Chad thought about it for a moment. His mom wanted honesty, so he held nothing back. "I'd want her to suck on me, like a blowjob, you know what I mean?" he said.

Amanda giggled. "Yes, honey, I know what a blowjob is," she said, writing down his answer. "But then I would do her too, you know, to make it fair," he said.

Amanda peered over at him. "Do her too?" she inquired, even though she had a pretty good idea what he meant.

"Yeah, um, give her oral sex. To make make it fair, but also because I like doing that a lot, just being honest," the boy confessed with a bit of a blush.

"Ohh," the mother muttered, staring back at him. Oral was always something she had to ask Jake to do, so to hear her son say that he liked eating a woman's pussy 'a lot' caught her completely off guard.

"Is that a bad thing?" Chad asked, noticing his mom's blank stare.

"No honey, of course not," she said, suddenly embarrassed by her long silence. "Sorry, I was spacing out there for a minute. Ok, question three... If you had to pick a favorite sexual position, what would it be?"

Chad was amazed at how personal these questions were, but it excited him that he was sharing this information with someone who he'd lusted after for years. "Doggy style," he candidly answered.

Amanda fed him a quirky grin, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked. "Yeah, why?"

"Well...I don't know, I guess it seems like doggy is usually a woman's favorite position, not a man's," she said.

"Oh, so are you saying it's YOUR favorite also?" Chad bravely asked.

His mother blushed a little, jotting down his answer on paper. "We're not talking about MY preferences right now, young man," she answered, but then surprised herself by adding, "but if you must know, then yes, doggy IS my favorite position."

Chad's cock hardened at his mom's admission. "Oh, wow...cool," he muttered, picturing his mom's big busted body kneeling on all-fours while getting hammered from behind.

"Moving on to question four... When it comes to 'pubic' hair styles, which do you prefer, a natural bush, a thin triangle, or completely shaved?" Amanda asked.

Chad thought about it for a moment. "Wow, well, they're all sexy, but if I had to choose one, I'd

say shaved. No hair down there at all," he said.

"Um, ok," the mother muttered, writing down his answer. Personally, she had always kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, either in a triangle, or sexy thin landing strip. For some odd reason though, hearing her son's answer, made her wanna bust out the razer later, and shave her coochie bare.

"Can I ask what YOU prefer?" her son bravely asked, making his mom giggle.

"I told you, these questions aren't about MY preferences, they're about yours," she said. "Ok then, how bout if I ask you 'off the record' which one you prefer?"

She fed him a reluctant smile, but then decided that since her son was being so cooperative with all this, that she would be too. "I keep a neatly trimmed triangle," she answered.

"Oh, cool, me too," Chad confessed, but then realized what it sounded like. "I mean, not in a triangle, but I keep it neatly trimmed."

Amanda smiled at him. "That good, honey. Women like men who are neatly trimmed down there," she said, then moved on to her next question. "When you're in bed with a partner, do you prefer soft sensual sex, or do you like it hard and rough?"

Chad wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming all this. He never imagined being asked such intimate questions by his own hot mother. "Well, I feel there's a time for both, I mean, depending on the mood, right? If I had I to choose one though, I'd pick hard and rough. What about you?"

His mother gave him another stern, but playful look. "This isn't a two-way questionnaire, young man," she said.

"I know, but I was just curious. We never really talk about stuff like this, so it's kinda cool."

"Well, I feel the same way you do actually. There's a time and a place for both, but if I had to pick a favorite, it would be hard and rough. I'm no sweet gentle angel when it comes to sex," the mother admitted. "Now, on with the questions..."

Chad was turned on as hell thinking about the fact that his mom liked rough nasty sex. He could only imagine what it would be like to be engaging her in such a way. He didn't hear his parents going at it very often, and when he did, it didn't seem very 'hard and rough.' This meant that his mom wasn't getting her cunt pounded in her 'preferred method' on many occasions, which seemed sad to him.

Amanda read the next question. "What is the ONE thing a girl can do to you," she said, then looked straight into his eyes as she finished her sentence, "that turns you on the most?"

Chad gave it some thought. Of course there was of long list of kinks he had, but one thing

stood out above all the rest. "I like it when a girl kneels beside me, then leans over, so that her boobs are against me, and licks my neck," he confessed.

"That's interesting," Amanda said, a bit turned on herself at just the though of gentle licks.

Chad noticed how fidgety his mom seemed. It was like she was extremely turned-on, like he was, and couldn't sit still. He glanced at her tits, and noticed that her nipples had hardened beneath her top, so that they protruded out beneath the fabric.

"I mean, I like licks too...alot... but you like a woman ABOVE you while you're getting licked huh?" Amanda asked.

"As long as she has her boobs on me, yes," her son said. "Well, of course," his mom giggled.

Amanda peeked over at the bulge beneath her son's sweatpants. She could tell it was erect, and her eyes lingered a moment, trying to assess just how big it might be. She quickly looked away, reminding herself of how inappropriate it was to be wondering about her son's cock.

Chad decided to ask another gutsy question. "Where do YOU like to be licked?"

His mom looked up into his eyes with a sly smile, carefully formulating an answer in her mind. "Let me just answer that by saying, WHERE DON'T I LIKE TO BE LICKED?" she said with a sexy wink, then looked down at the paper. "A couple more questions for you."

"Ok," Chad muttered, wishing she had a hundred more.

"Do you like a girl that squirts on you, or is that a turn-off?" she asked. "Squirts on me?"

"You don't know what female squirting is?" his mom asked.

"Well, yeah, I've heard of it, but I've never had a girl squirt ON ME, to be honest," Chad admitted.

"Does the idea gross you out at all?" the mother asked, curious to know, since she herself was such a huge squirter, when worked the right way.

"Well, a guy usually squirts his stuff all over the place, and women don't seem bothered by it. So why should it bother guys if women squirt all over them?" he answered.

"Very true!" Amanda giggled, writing "he likes it" as an answer on the questionnaire.

Chad decided to continue his pattern of turning the question around, and posing it to his mother. "Do YOU squirt when you have sex?" he asked.

Amanda giggled like a bashful schoolgirl. "What do you think?" she asked.

"My guess is, you probably do squirt, am I right?"

She looked into his eyes. "If it's done the right way, yes!" "What way is that?" her son asked with excited curiosity..

She raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Well if you have to ask, then maybe you should learn," she said.

Chad laughed. "I'm trying to learn. That's why I asked you," he said.

Amanda stood from the bed, realizing that her questions had led her to a dangerous path that she probably better not go down. "This isn't sex-ed class, young man. Read up on the G-spot," she said, then winked, "and that's all I'm sayin'," she told him, leaning down and giving him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for your help on our project."

"Anytime!" Chad said.

The mother could feel her boy's eyes on her swaying buttocks as sashayed to his doorway. She paused before leaving, and looked back at him curiously. "Can you really do it four to five times a day, or were you just telling me that to impress me?" she asked..

"Well, if you remember right, I didn't say I could do it four to five times a day," the boy answered.

"Yes you did."

"No, I said I could do it AT LEAST four to five times a day. There's a difference," Chad said. "And.."

"And what?" his mother asked.

"And maybe I was saying it to impress you also," he confessed.

She fed him a teasing smile, unable to stop her eyes from glancing down at his cock-bulge. "Well if it's true, then it worked. You did impress me," she said, giving him a wink before leaving his room.

Robo-Mom – Chapter 3: Robo-Mom's reveal

A personal sex doll wasn't the kind of gift Amanda wanted to present to her son in front of a bunch of friends and family. She waited to have it delivered late in the day, once his graduation party was over.

Of course her sister Nancy was there. She had been a part of this idea from the beginning and wouldn't miss this big reveal for the world. "Oh my God, I can't wait to see his eyes light up!" Amanda's sister exclaimed, as two delivery guys wheeled a life-sized crate into the living room.

"Chad, your gift's here," his mom called out anxiously.

Chad and his father came in from the kitchen as Amanda thanked the delivery guys as they left. "Holy smokes!" Amanda's son exclaimed. "That's a big box."

"Box? That's no box. It's a crate," Chad's father Jake said, looking over at his wife inquisitively. He knew she'd spent a lot of money on the gift, but was still in the dark about what it was exactly.

"How do I even open it?" Chad asked.

"Oh, hold on," his mother answered, pulling out her personal device. The Robo-Mom application lit up, and she powered on the robot-doll that was inside the crate.

The three of them heard a gentle knock from inside the box. "Knock, knock," a sexy voice said, and Chad's eyes got big as he gave his mom a confused look.

"It looks like the box unlatches here from the side," Jake said, cracking open the crate with just a simple twist of the latch.

The crate door slowly opened and all four of them gasped out loud as the boy's custom Robo-doll stepped out into the living room. "Whoa!" Chad muttered as he found himself staring at an exact replica of his beautiful mother.

Robo-Mom was wearing a dark-blue form-fitting body-con dress, Chad's favorite color. The dress had a halter neckline, showing off an almost obscene amount of the doll's cleavage. Her breasts were the same size as Amanda's, except they were accentuated lusciously in the sexy gown.

The dolls four inch high-heeled mules clicked daintily on the floor as her long smooth legs stepped over

to the ogling teen. "Hi, Chad, I'm your Robo-doll," she said, showing off a smile of perfectly white teeth.

"Hi!" he muttered, then looked back and forth from the doll to his mom. "Good grief, she looks just like you, mom," the boy gasped, mesmerized by how completely lifelike the doll was.

Amanda shared an awkward look with her husband. She could tell he was thinking the same thing, and wasn't too happy about it.

"She's beautiful!" Nancy said, circling Chad and the doll, admiring the flawless workmanship. "Even her feet are the same as yours, Amanda," the sister pointed out, looking down at Robo-doll's sexy feet with red painted toenails arched in her dainty heels.

Amanda shrugged her shoulders as she felt like she was literally staring at her twin. "I'm speechless,"

she said.

"Amanda, can we um, talk for just a minute," her husband said, stepping into the kitchen.

Amanda looked at her sister and rolled her eyes. She expect this reaction from her husband and knew she was in for an earful.

"Look, I understand the whole 'personal doll' thing, but she looks just like you. Don't you think that's extremely weird?" Jake said, once they were alone in the kitchen.

The last thing Amanda wanted to do was explain how their son's eyes were constantly lusting after her, so she had prepared herself for this very conversation, since she knew her husband would raise a stink. "I wanted a custom doll made, and not one that looked like a freaking bimbo either. The doll-maker needed to model it after someone, and it was just Nancy and I there, so I volunteered."

"But, Amanda, you're his mother. Just because boys are allowed to have sex with their mothers in this day and age, doesn't make it right, and it doesn't make a boy having pleasure-doll that look just like his mother right either," Jake explained.

Amanda knew she had to be careful how much she defended the idea. "Ok, maybe it wasn't the best decision, but the doll's done, she's here. There's a no return policy unless she malfunctions, so there's not much I can do at this point," she said.

Jake sighed in frustration. "Great, so what you're telling me is I have to accept the fact that Chad will be having sex with a doll that looks exactly like my wife," he muttered, as more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Amanda muttered, even though she really wasn't. She knew that given how badly her son wanted to have sex with her, a Robo-doll look-a-like was the perfect gift for her teen. Inwardly, she stood by her decision.

In the next room over, Chad smiled at his new toy, as she gazed him in the eyes longingly. "Would you like to hear some of my special functions?" Robo-Mom asked. "I'm a customized doll you know, which means I'm programmed and designed to provide you the ultimate sexual pleasure."

Chad gulped excitedly. It was a surreal moment. Even though it wasn't his mom, the fact that his new doll looked exactly like her, and she was talking about giving him 'sexual pleasure' made him become incredibly aroused.

Nancy fed her nephew a quirky smile. "I'm gonna go now I think and let you two talk," she said, the gave

Chad a quick kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy your new toy," she giggled, the sashayed away.

Robo-Mom was still staring at Chad. He seemed to be her entire focus. "Do you like to fuck doggy-style, Chad? I can perfectly engage in over two-hundred sexual positions."

"Wow! I didn't even know there were two-hundred sexual positions," Chad giggled, his heart doing somersaults in his chest. "And yes, I do like doggy-style," he added.

"Oh that's wonderful!" the beautiful Robot said, with that warm motherly smile that Chad had grown up

with. "Would you like to show me your room and we can engage in doggy-style intercourse?" she asked.

Before Chad could answer, his parents stepped back into the room. He could tell his dad was feeling awkward because the new sex robot was his mom's identical twin. "So, we um, should probably establish a few rules right off the bat," Jake said, looking over at his son.

"Rules?" Chad asked.

"Yeah, well, this is a 'pleasure model' robot, so it should probably stay in your bedroom, especially if we

have company over," Jake said.

"Oh, right, that makes sense."

"And just because you have this...new toy, you can't just stay in your room playing with it all summer," Jake said. "You still have to get out there and find a job."

Chad nodded understandably. "Of course," he muttered.

Amanda chimed in, clearly the 'softy' of the two parents. "But I think, just this first week of summer at least, you can hold off on the job hunt, and enjoy your new gift," she said.

"Sure, thanks!" Chad said, looking at Robo-mom, who was still staring lustfully at him. She gave him a sexy smile, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Oh and uh, one other thing," his dad said. "I know this robot is a spitting image of your mother, but whatever you name it, it obviously can't be Amanda, or mom," Jake said, making them all laugh.

"Got it, dad," Chad answered.

Chad had a few names in mind, but she looked so much like his mother that calling her "Susan" or "Brianna" just wouldn't feel right. "How 'bout just Robo-Mom?" he asked.

Of course his dad shook his head. "Again, the 'mom' reference. Can we please try to get away from that," Jake said.

"I think 'Robo-Mom' is fine," Amanda chimed in. "I mean, it's Chad's doll. He should get to name her

what he wants."

Amanda herself thought it was adorable that her son decided upon that name, since it was really the robotic version of herself after all.

Once they were in his bedroom, Robo-Mom sat on Chad's bed and crossed her tan sexy legs, giving him a quick flash of her panty-crotch. "Your mattress is bouncy," she said, thrusting her buns on it a few times, making her big boobs wobble heavily up and down. "It's suitable for vigorous intercourse."

Chad had never owned a sex robot before. Unlike Al, the family's home assistant robot, Robo-Mom wasn't designed for household tasks, although she certainly would do them if he asked her to. Her primary purpose was to provide him sexual pleasure.

Even though she was just a machine, he still found himself being a little timid around her. Maybe it was because she looked so much like his mom. "So, um, what other types of things can you do?" he asked, curious to know the extent of her functions.

"I can perform ANY sexual act that a human female can, but unlike a real woman, MY performance is optimal, and I never tire," she said, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Would you like to observe me in demo mode?"

"Sure," Chad answered, and watched intently as his Robo-Mom stood from the bed and teasingly removed her dress.

She was wearing a skimpy black bra and panties, and without hesitation, she reached back and unclasped the bra. Chad gasped as Robo-Mom's enormous breasts wobbled free. They were capped with wide areolas and thick rubbery nipples.

The boy was well aware of his mother Amanda's bra size and was curious to see if Robo-Mom's boobs were a true reproduction. "What size are your breasts?" he asked, watching her slip her panties off.

"I wear a thirty-eight double F cup bra," she answered.

Chad smiled, pleased that they were indeed the same size as Amanda's breasts. "They look so real," the

teen said, marveling at the way her big milkers teetered back and forth.

"They're filled with synthetic fat and fibro glandular tissue, to give them the true look and feel of human female breasts," she said, then demonstrated by shaking her shoulders, making her huge tit-cannons swing back and forth.

"Whoa!" the wide-eyed teen muttered, his cock throbbing with erectness.

Robo-Mom's dainty feet stepped out of her heels. Crowning her lovely smooth legs was the sexy V of her naked pubis. Chad could see where her puffy vulva met to form a well pronounced cuntal cleavage.

She stared over at him, tracking where his eyes were roaming. "Do you like the look of my pussy?" she

asked.

"Yes, it's sexy," he answered.

"The inside of my vagina is made of highly elastic tissue, with a series of simulated muscles surrounding my cuntal chamber," she said. "They're meant to provide your penis with maximum stimulation."

"Oh," Chad muttered, his heart racing anxiously.

"I also have two sets of synthetic glands. One set is just inside my vaginal opening and secretes fluid to provide lubrication. The other set is on either side of my urethral opening. It releases fluid during my ejaculation," she explained.

"Ejaculation? You mean you can...have orgasms?" the boy asked.

"Yes. I'm designed for multiple orgasms, based on your performance."

Robo-Mom sat down and sprawled back on Chad's bed. "I was built to achieve maximum flexibility," she said tossing her lovely legs back astonishingly far. The boy felt like he was watching a gymnastic star do one of her stretching exercises.

The limber robot scissored her legs inward, crisscrossing them teasing. "My construction is extremely rugged, allowing you to be as rough with me as you wish."

"Do you kiss and all that too?" Chad asked.

Robo-Mom fed him a pretty smile, lifting her knees way back and bowing open her smooth thighs. "Of course I kiss. I'm programmed to move my tongue in a thousand different ways," she said, then glanced down at his crotch. "Why don't you get naked and come crawl on top of me and I'll show you."

Chad slipped out of his pants and briefs. His sturdy nine-inch erection bobbed stiffly on his loins, the big plum-sized nob pointing straight at his new doll.

"Wow! Your dick is so nice n hard," Robo-Mom cooed, watching it move towards her.

Chad's heart about beat out of his chest as he crawled up onto his bed and down between her legs. He knew this wasn't his actual mother, but when it came to the physical body, his doll was nearly the same, thrilling the hell out of him.

Robo-Mom sat up slightly, meeting Chad's lips and they began kissing passionately. Her tongue slid out and whipped through his mouth, making the boy's body shudder excitedly.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered them back to the mattress, so that her oversized titties were mashed between them. Chad pushed his prick against her smooth hairless vulva, feeling the meat of his cock sink into the warm crevice between her outer labium.

The boy felt her smooth legs drag softly up his back. Robo-Mom broke their kiss for a moment and

gazed into his eyes. "Would you like to fuck me, Chad?"

He was so excited he could hardly answer. He nodded, staring back at her. This was a hundred-thousand times better than any mommy fantasy he ever had. This was his mom in robot form and he was about to fuck her for the first time.

"Put it in, baby!" Robo-Mom gasped. "Put it in my pussy and fuck me!"

Chad reached down between them and fit his tapered nob to the slickened mouth of her vagina. He pushed his hips forward, sinking his boner inside her hot grasp.

Amanda was at her vanity brushing her long beautiful hair, when her personal device chimed. She looked at it and saw an alert on the Robo-Mom app. The application was really made for the doll's owner, which in this case would be her son, but Amanda had already set it up on her device and forgot to tell her son about it.

She brought up the alert and it took her to something called "the activities log." On it were written the words: "vaginal intercourse – in progress."

The mother blushed a bit. "That certainly didn't take long," she whispered to herself, surprised that her boy was already using his doll that way.

"What's that, hon?" her husband asked, fluffing his pillows in the bed.

"Oh, nothing, just muttering to myself," she said, suddenly feeling extremely horny.

Amanda stood from the vanity, wearing only a short silk body wrap. The erect nipples of her gently wobbling tits were protruding from beneath the fabric as she moved towards the bed. "So how 'bout some hot action tonight, what do you say?" she asked Jake seductively.

"I can't tonight, hon. I gotta be up early to catch that starship, but when I get back in a couple days, I'll definitely take you up on that offer," he said.

"Yea, ok," she muttered, then went downstairs to have a glass of wine. She knew damn well Jake would have another convenient excuse when he got back from his trip, to hide the real issue, which was his erectile dysfunction.

Meanwhile, in Chad's bedroom, the teen whimpered in delight as he pounded his erection through his new doll's cunt. He was amazed at how much it felt like a real pussy as it squeezed his plunging boner, secreting slippery juices all over it. This kept Chad's erect penis well lubricated during their steady fuck.

"Ohh Goddamn this feels good!" the boy sighed, feeling her rubbery-ribbed lining compress around every meaty contour of his prick.

"Oh, yess, baby, your cock feels so good in me!" Robo-Mom squealed.

Chad loved the way her pillow-like tits sloshed around between them. He lifted his own chest up just enough, so that he could capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Yes! Suck my fucking tits!" Robo-Mom cried out.

Chad was on cloud nine. Not only did his new doll look like his mother, but she sounded just like her too. Hearing her spout off such obscenities while he fucked her was a huge rush for the teen.

He pressed his face against her rolling, quivering tit-flesh, his lips clamped around the engorged nipple while he sucked and fucked to his heart's content.

Robo-Mom suddenly gasped and jerked beneath him. "I'm cumming! Oh my God I'm cumming on you!" The boy felt her pussy clench up around his cock as hot liquid shot out of her urethra, soaking his boner. "Oh fuck," he gasped, slowing his rhythmic thrusts just a bit to keep from cumming himself.

Amanda heard Robo-Mom cry out from her son's bedroom as she sat on the sofa with her luscious naked legs curled up on the cushions. She curiously checked the app, seeing that it still read "vaginal intercourse – in progress," but this time beneath it were the words "Robo-doll orgasming!"

The mother got a big smile. "Good job, Chad," she whispered proudly. "I wish I was getting a Goddamn

orgasm," she added, glaring at her bedroom door.

Sex with her husband Jake used to occur nightly, but since he took a new position at work, which required regular travel, her sex life was downgraded to a couple times a week at most. Even then, if Jake could get it up, it wasn't as long and passionate as it used to be. He was a business man, with his mind on climbing the corporate ladder. She was a house wife with an insatiable and unsatisfied libido.

She explored the Robo-Mom application on her device, amazed at all of the doll's functions. She saw

one tab that said "doll-cam," and pushed it curiously.

Suddenly, the mother's eyes got big as her son's gasping face appeared on her device. It was live stream video, taken from Robo-doll's point of view. She quickly turned down the volume, watching her lean boy's body thrusting from above.

"Oh baby, you made me cum so fucking hard," she heard the doll say.

"Jesus!" Amanda softly exclaimed, throwing her shaky hand over her mouth with her eyes glued to her device.

Robo-Mom peered down between her huge wobbling tit-melons, to their humping crotches, as Chad pumped into her. Amanda's heart raced as she saw a good portion of her son's long muscular shaft. It was sawing in and out of his doll's pussy, gleaming in cum-juice. It looked so big and strong and powerful.

"No!" the mother said out loud, quickly shutting the cam off and exiting the app completely. "I can't

believe I just did that!" she scolded herself.

The shaky mother downed the last bit of wine from her glass, then went to bed, trying to shake what she'd just seen from her mind.

Chad stared up his doll's sexy torso, to the pair of mammoth tits that were leaping up and down her chest as she rode him. He couldn't get over how much they looked and moved like 'natural' tits did, right down to the way the flesh rippled every time the beat down against her. He knew if the doll was fashioned after his mom, that her boobs must behave the same way when she's having sex.

Robo-Mom panted and threw her lovely mane of dark hair around. Of course, she was breathing heavily just to turn the boy on. Robots didn't need to breath, but she wanted to create the most realistic experience as she could for her new owner.

"Ahhh!" the boy moaned, as her hips swiveled up and back steadily, stirring his boner inside her as deeply as it would go.

"You like that, baby?" she asked sensually, staring down at him. "You like the way Robo-Mom is grinding

on your cock?"

"Oh yess!" the boy sighed.

"Would you like me to go faster?" she asked.

"Faster?" Chad asked. He couldn't imagine someone swiveling their hips and grinding on his cock any faster, but then again, this wasn't a "someone," it was a machine, with the ability to move unlike any human female.

"Yes, I can go much faster, but just to warn you, it will produce a VERY quick orgasm," Robo-Mom warned.

Chad took a deep breath, then nodded. "Go for it!" he said.

Robo-Mom's hips suddenly sped up, jerking up and back with bionic-like speed. Chad's face was instantly masked in a pleasure-grimace as he felt his cock stirred around like a beater in a mixer on full blast. His full-sized bed rocked steadily from her violent thrusts.

His doll was right. A "very quick" orgasm swept through him, making his pleasure-stricken body jerk up

and down. "Ahh, fuck, I'm cumming!" he grunted out.

Robo-Mom arched her head back and let out a loud cry. "I'm cumming too, baby!"

The teen's cock spit fat ropes of cum as it was jerked around inside the grip of his doll's wildly gyrating pussy. Robo-Mom's jutting boobies were dancing crazily on her chest. She slapped them down softly on Chad's chest as she dropped against him, milking out the rest of his cum for several minutes.

"App? What app? You didn't say anything about a Robo-doll app," Nancy said, as she sat having coffee

with her sister the next day.

"Well, it's technically meant for Chad to use, but I loaded it on MY device, just so I could make sure the doll was performing like the doll-maker said she would," Amanda explained.

"And?"

"And, well..." Amanda said, opening up the application on her device. "Last night they had 'vaginal

intercourse' for two hours and twenty-three minutes."

"Two hours and twenty-three minutes straight?" Nancy asked in astonishment. "Yes. Well, according to the data here."

"Jesus! That's um...quite a whoopie session. It's been a long time since Matt fucked me for that long."

Amanda giggled. "Don't feel bad. It's been, um...NEVER since Jake fucked me for that long, but that's not

important," she said. "At least this tells me that Chad is enjoying his gift, and that's what matters."

Nancy peeked over at her sister's device curiously. "So, what other data does it show on this doll-app?" she asked.

"Just um...details about their time together," Amanda said, seeming a little embarrassed. "Such as?"

"Like positions they engaged in, silly stuff like that." "So...do tell," Nancy said, eager to hear the juicy details.

"Nancy, this is Stan's private information. It should be between him and his doll," Amanda said. "Then why are YOU looking at it?"

Amanda tried to sound convincing. "Like I said, I just wanted to make sure the doll was performing like

we were told she would."

"Did she ride him?" Nancy asked with a naughty grin.

"Nancy!"

"Oh my God, Amanda, stop being a prude. Did she ride him or not?"

Amanda sighed then smiled. "Yes, she did." "What else?"

The mother rolled her eyes, then looked at her device. "They spent fifty-two minutes in the missionary position. Twenty-seven minutes doing it doggy-style, and the rest of the time was spent with her in the cowgirl position," Amanda said.

"Oh my God, she rode him for over an hour?" Nancy exclaimed.

"Well, she IS a robot."

"Oh, yeah, true. What other data does it provide?" "Just number of orgasms," Amanda said.

"Which were?" "One for Chad."

"In two and a half hours? That's like...amazing staying power! Go, Chad!" Nancy said. "What about the

doll? She does have orgasms, right?"

"Quite a few apparently. According to the data she had twenty -four."

"Twenty-four orgasms?!" Nancy asked in surprise. "That's like one every five minutes. Either she pops easily, or your son's like...Superman in bed."

Amanda would never admit that she was having those very thoughts herself. She could only imagine what skill it must have taken to bring the doll off that many times. "I'm just happy that he's enjoying the doll," she said.

Nancy smiled. "Me too, and if I'm honest, just a little jealous. I mean twenty-four orgasms, are you

fucking kidding me."

"Nancy!" Amanda said, giving her a half stern, half playful look. The device in her hand suddenly chimed.

"What was that?" Nancy asked. "An alert...from the doll-app." "What kind of alert?"

Amanda brought it up and read it silently.

"What is it? Are they doing something?" Nancy asked impatiently.

Amanda didn't answer, just turned the screen for her sister to read.

"Oral sex (blowjob) – in progress," Nancy read out loud, then giggled. "Sounds like someone's getting his

morning wood taken care of."

"Nancy!" her sister said.

"Hey, what's that?" Nancy asked, spotting something else on the screen.

"What's what?"

"Doll-cam?! Are you serious? She has a camera built into her?"

"Yes, I um...stumbled across that last night, while they were going at it," Amanda said, seeming embarrassed to admit it.

"Stumbled across my ass! You were snooping, weren't you?" Nancy teased. "No, I didn't think the doll had a fucking camera attached to her retinas."

"It says 'doll-cam,' what did you think it meant?" Nancy giggled. "Oh my God, it's one of those point-of- view cameras? We should totally turn it on."

"No, are you crazy?!"

"Amanda come on. Let's just turn it for like twenty seconds. You know you're as curious as I am," Nancy

said with a mischievous grin.

"Nancy, he's my son. I'm not peeking in on him while he's getting a blowjob. That just wouldn't be right." Nancy folded her arms in a huff. "Prude!" she muttered.

"Am not, and you know I'm not."

"Then let's watch for like thirty seconds."

"What happened to twenty seconds?" Amanda giggled.

"Fine, twenty seconds, just to...you know, like you said, check in to make sure she's performing like the doll-maker promised."

"Fine, then I'm erasing this app from my device forever," Amanda said, then clicked in the doll-cam tab.

The image of Chad's neatly trimmed crotch came up on the device. The cam was moving forward and backward repeatedly from the motion of Robo-Mom sucking his cock. "Mmm," they heard the doll hum, along with the lewd slurping sounds of dick sucking.

Amanda's son's large boner popped from Robo-Doll's mouth and she whipped her tongue all over the fat crimson nob.

Amanda and Nancy just sat their watching, with their mouths hanging open.

"You like that, baby?" the doll asked. "You like the way Robo-Mom is sucking your big yummy cock?"

The doll looked up at him as she licked his dick and the two mothers could see the boy's chiseled chest and pleasure-filled face. "Yes. Feels so good," he sighed.

Amanda's heart was racing a mile a minute, her breathing becoming heavier. Watching this was so wicked and wrong, and yet completely and utterly fascinating.

Robo-doll licked down along his balls, still looking up, so now the women had a view up the fleshy pillar of Chad's thick nine-inch cock. Such a dick would look large from any angle, but from the camera's point of view it looked absolutely monstrous, with thick muscles and bulging veins.

"Oh my!" Nancy gasped, snapping Amanda from her trance.

"We should turn it off now," Amanda said. "No wait, not yet."

"Nancy, it's been longer that twenty-seconds."

"We agreed on thirty-seconds."

Amanda giggled. "And it's been way longer than thirty seconds," she said, shutting it off with shaky

fingers. There was an awkward moment of silence, before one of them spoke up.

"Well, he um, seems to be enjoying himself," Nancy said.

"Yes, so like I said, that application WILL be coming off my device now," Amanda said, her face still flush and her fat nipples clearly erect and protruding from beneath her dress. "I feel confident in saying that the doll was a very good purchase, and I'm sure that she'll keep Chad very, um..."

"Satisfied?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, satisfied."

At the moment "satisfied" was an understatement, as Chad watched his Robo-Mom suck his cock in traditional blowjob fashion. He marveled at the way her pretty lips stretched around the fat girth of his prick as they traveled the length of his erection.

The doll grasped his cock around the base and beat his dick into her mouth while sucking. Chad could feel her strong robotic tongue laving all over his tender pink boner, making it tingle delightfully.

The jerking of her hand caused her huge hanging mommy-melons to jostle around, creating a feast for the boy's eyes. He also loved the way she was squatting down while she blew him, with her smooth tan thighs wide open.

Through a mirror on the wall across from him, he could see the globes of her thick naked buttocks, which reminded him of the previous night, when her bubbly behind was beating against his crotch in the doggy-style position.

Just gazing down at this motherly look-a-like while having his cock exquisitely sucked, made the boy's pleasure peak, and with a jerk of his hips, he began pouring hot cum down Robo-Mom's cock-plunging throat.

"Ahhh!" Chad's groaned, his legs trembling. He'd received quite a few blowjobs from girls at school, but none had even come close to being as good as the one he'd just received.

Of course, if it was his own mom kneeling at his cock, it would be the ultimate rush, but having a fuck- doll that exactly resembled her made him feel like the luckiest guy alive.