Son Gets an AI Assist
Copyright© 2023 by MrCurrie
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A PDA is merged with an AI and tasks itself to help a family come together.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Grand Parent
The next morning, Mom heeded Alicia’s advice, dressing far sexier for work than I’d ever seen. On her way out, she said, “I’ll be a little late coming home. Alicia wants me to stop at the mall and pick out a few new outfits.”
“Sure, Mom. See you tonight.”
When I entered my office, my eyes went to the desk where Alicia’s box usually rested. When I heard a voice say, “Good morning, Jim,” I knew it had to be Laura. I turned and froze, my eyes locking onto her bare legs. Her short skirt was completely out of character, a sharp contrast to her usual preference for tailored pantsuits. When my gaze traveled to her face, I met her broad grin and, more importantly, her updated hairstyle. The length was the same, but now she had soft bangs, with strands framing each side of her face, adding a fresh, lively touch to her look. I instantly knew that Alicia was somehow involved, convincing Laura to change her appearance to what I’d admired in Mom.
“Good morning. New haircut?”
“Yes,” she blushed, swishing her hair to the side. “Alicia convinced me to change my look. She also suggested changing my hours so I could get out more in the evenings. For some reason, she’s decided to improve my personal life,” she sighed.
“Alicia? I took her home with me. When did she talk to you?”
“You did take that box home,” she replied with a knowing smirk. “It contains a mic, speaker, and several scanners to link up to any wireless devices, but other than that, she resides in the cloud. That box is useless once she’s connected to the devices in your house.”
“What about that spiel concerning security and hard-wiring into her unit?”
Laura grinned and replied, “That wasn’t my doing.”
A giggle emanated from the camera. “That was funny, wasn’t it?” Alicia said.
“We may have to work on your sense-of-humor routines,” I replied, and proceeded to my cubicle while grinning at the ceiling corner.
Several hours later, Laura invited me to have lunch with her. Her cheerful, flirting attitude was distinctly different than our previous lunches. “This is delicious!” she exclaimed, after taking a bite of apple crisp. “Alicia told me to try a different dessert and even convinced me to use apple-scented hair shampoo. Can you believe how convincing she can be?”
I couldn’t help but grin, witnessing how Alicia was transforming my boss into my mother. She was fulfilling her duties to make my life better. “She can be very persuasive. You look much happier, so I think her influence is good for you.”
She rewarded me with a sexy smile and sparkling eyes. We returned to our office for several hours before leaving for home. On the way out, Laura handed me another boxed camera. “Alicia wanted me to give this to you. She’ll explain when you arrive home. See you tomorrow morning.”
After handing me the package, she hesitated, as if she wanted a goodbye hug. Knowing my imagination was running wild, I swiftly walked by her and almost ran to my car.
Mom was already home when I arrived, noticing the box in my hand. “Good,” she stated. “I asked Alicia if we could put one in my room so we could talk at night.”
Seeing my concerned look, she asked, “Are you afraid of my privacy? She assured me that our conversations have been secure and private. Is that not the case?”
“It is,” I answered. “I just wanted to verify before I installed it.” Grabbing my tools, I marched into her room and searched for a suitable location. The corner above her dresser was perfect. Looking around, I noticed the camera viewed her bed from the bottom up. Her TV was along a wall on one side. When finished, Alicia said, “Thanks, Jim. Your mother and I appreciate your cooperation.”
When I met Mom in the living room, she gasped when I unplugged Alicia’s box. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, Mom,” I said. “It’s not needed anymore since the cameras are all active. Right, Alicia?”
“Correct,” Alicia replied. “I had a little fun with him at first, making him think the box was valuable. It will be a more relaxed environment since you’ll hardly notice me.”
“Thank goodness,” Mom sighed. “You took me by surprise.”
Wanting to talk to Mom alone, I asked, “Could we take a walk and enjoy the fresh air before dinner?”
“I’d love to,” Mom replied.
Without changing our clothes, we left. After a few blocks, I became anxious to discover how much progress Alicia had made in her quest to improve Mom’s sex life. I asked, “How’d it go at work today? Did anyone make any inappropriate comments on your new look?”
She gripped my hand while our arms swung back and forth. “No, of course not,” she replied. “For some reason, she thinks there are eligible men at work. Nothing could be further from the truth. I wouldn’t look twice at any of them. I should probably tell Alicia. I’d hate for her to waste more time on it.”
“We shouldn’t say anything,” I argued. “I don’t want to discourage Alicia from helping. Besides, it’ll provide me with an opportunity to analyze her decisions so I can provide feedback to the company.” I hoped she wouldn’t become suspicious of my hidden agenda.
“I agree,” Mom replied. “It’s fun testing her limits. I’ve enjoyed the process and want to continue.”
We changed topics and returned home. After dinner, we assumed our positions on the couch. When Mom dozed off, her grip loosened, opening an opportunity to move my hand to her bare leg. When she didn’t flinch or acknowledge my touch, I bravely stroked her leg, exploring inches of flesh at a time, without caring whether Alicia noticed. She hummed and snuggled closer, while I caressed her smooth skin for thirty minutes.
My prick threatened to pop out of my robe, and as I was anxious to relieve myself, I released her leg and lightly shook her. “Mom. I’m heading to bed. It’s been a long day.”
She yawned and replied, “Me, too. See you tomorrow.”
While enjoying my stroke session, Alicia noted, “I noticed you touched your mother’s leg tonight, Jim. Physical contact may be more important than visual stimulation. I’ll have to mention it to your mother when interacting with her co-workers.”
“Hugging is often used to display your feelings,” I commented. “Mom could practice at home until she becomes comfortable with the process.”
Before she could respond, I sprayed out a load of hot cum.
Alicia granted my wishes the next night; Mom embraced me before retiring to our rooms. She had previously hugged me, but not as tightly or for as long. The following evening, she didn’t object when I stroked her leg on the couch while she was awake. For the next few days, Mom wore different outfits, and when I complimented her on one, Laura would show up dressed in the same style.
It took several days before my boss physically touched me. We had both attended the mandatory HR classes and knew that intimate relations between us were contrary to the rules. Standing behind me, Laura reached around and displayed a project paper requiring my assistance. After I grabbed it to read, she placed her hands on my shoulders and lightly massaged me.
“You’re a little tense, Jim. Have I been working you too hard?” she asked.
“Not at all,” I answered. “I want to help you succeed.” Her fingers dug in deeper. “That feels good,” I commented and moaned.
Feeling confident, I wasn’t upset by her contact; she found ways to touch me whenever we were near each other the rest of the day.
Several nights later, I was confident enough to progress to the next step. While stroking off to one of my favorite porn flicks, I instructed Alicia, “Mom’s having trouble enticing a man at work. Don’t you think she should show off more of her assets?”
“What would you suggest?” Alicia replied.
“A woman’s breasts can do wonders to attract men. Mom should start going braless and maybe even show off more cleavage.”
After a minute, Alicia replied, “I just suggested it to your mother and she agrees. Thanks for your insight. Maybe you could help me with something else?”
“Of course, Alicia,” I squeaked, unable to conceal my excitement. “What do you need?”
“Your mother would like a sex aid for masturbating. She’s too shy to go into a store and purchase one.”
My prick jerked when I visualized Mom playing with her pussy and talking to Alicia while I pumped my cock. I wondered if Alicia would object if I offered my services to aid my mother. Fearing that might trigger one of her ethics parameters, I asked, “So, you want me to buy one for her? I’m not going to ask her what style or size she prefers. Why don’t you use the resources that are available to you to acquire what she needs?”
The scene on my TV was at a pivotal moment, and my prick reciprocated, filling with blood. Suddenly, the screen froze.
“Stay still for a second,” Alicia ordered.
Holding my prick by the base, it throbbed in anticipation of an orgasm. When Alicia said, “Okay, go ahead and finish,” my hand flew up and down my shaft. When the porn action resumed on screen, cum sprayed from my nozzle, coating my belly.
So, it didn’t surprise me the next morning when Mom’s thin blouse showed off her jiggling, bare tits hidden underneath. Her top button was unfastened, revealing several inches of deep cleavage. It was hard not to stare at her display throughout the meal. She blushed each time she caught my eyes locked onto her top, but didn’t mention anything or attempt to conceal herself.
Laura was already tucked away in her cubicle when I entered our office. Finding an excuse to talk to her, I took over one of the pages of our current project. Standing behind her, I handed her the paper and placed my hands on her shoulders as she had mine. Her muscles were tense at first, then relaxed with my massaging. When I leaned over, I could see her blouse poking out from her hard nipples. It appeared Alicia had convinced her to come to work braless.
When we met in the cafeteria to eat, I noticed the outline of a bra. My spine tingled, knowing she’d exposed herself for my benefit alone. Her overt flirting while we ate made me a little nervous. I hoped our co-workers weren’t suspicious of our actions.
After we returned to our office, she was again braless when we sat at a table to discuss our work schedule. She leaned toward me several times, allowing the gap to widen, displaying the insides of her breasts. A knock on the door interrupted us; Laura nodded her head for me to answer it. A courier handed me a box and briskly took off. It was a small, rectangular, pink box with a return address of ‘DreamsCumTrue.’ As the intended recipient was Laura, I handed it to her. She immediately hopped to her cubicle, and a moment later, I heard her shriek, “Eek!”
Dashing over to her cubicle, I asked, “Laura, are you okay?”
She faced away from me and hurriedly closed the box. Turning to me, she smiled and replied, “Yes. Sorry about that. I’m good now.” Her face was beet-red, so I didn’t pursue the matter. She was embarrassed about something, but I didn’t want to say anything to make her feel uncomfortable.
The rest of the day flew by while I anticipated Mom wearing no bra under her robe that evening. Arriving home before Mom, I noticed a delivery left at our door. Taking it in, I noticed it was an identical box to the one Laura had received. Seeing that the ends weren’t sealed, I opened it. Inside was a flesh-toned, silicone dildo. The large, circumcised head looked familiar, and I instinctively wrapped my hand around the shaft.
Realizing my discovery, I asked, “Alicia, is this...”
“It’s an exact copy of your penis, Jim,” she replied, interrupting me. “When I ordered you to stop last night, I zoomed in to obtain the specifics I needed. You told me to utilize my resources. It’s very realistic and completely identical in specifications to yours. I’m sure it’ll make your mother very happy.”
“And Laura?” I asked.
“She and your mother have similar tastes and likes, making my job easier to enhance their enjoyment. Your mother’s car is approaching. You’d better stow her gift.”
Quickly stuffing the fake prick back into the box, I’d barely finished when Mom entered.
“Hi, Mom. I just got here and found this at the door. It’s for you.”
“Thanks,” Mom replied, grabbed the package, and headed to her room.
She didn’t mention it at dinner, but appeared anxious to get the evening underway. She couldn’t wait to try out her new toy. After I helped her clean up the kitchen, we left to take our showers and meet in the living room.
Once on the couch, she leaned into me and quickly drifted off. I cautiously pulled her robe apart, revealing the insides of her full breasts. Fearing she would awaken, I didn’t spread it far enough to expose her nipples. After an hour of ogling her sexy body, I moved my hand back to her thigh and stroked her until she stretched and rose.
“I sleep like a rock when I’m with you,” she commented, yawning. “I may have to invite you to my room one night when I’m restless.”
“Anytime, Mom,” I answered. Thankfully, she didn’t notice my prick jerking when I imagined sleeping with her all night. Her departing hug was tight, her soft tits smashing into my chest.
Laura had seemed restless most of the following day, her unease finally surfacing late in the afternoon. She approached me and asked, “Jim, I have to attend a manager’s ceremony this Saturday night, and I was wondering if you’d be my plus-one?”
“You want me to be your date?” I asked, astonished, my voice betraying a little too much eagerness to hide.
She flushed, as if I’d misread her intentions, and said, “No. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to be my date since you work for me. I just hate going alone, and I don’t really have anyone else to ask. We’d go strictly as colleagues, nothing more. If you’d rather not, that’s fine. It won’t count against you. They usually put on a great spread, though, so I figured you might enjoy that part.”
Her expression softened into something almost pleading, and though I wanted to accept right away, I held back, wary of showing too much eagerness. “I’ll have to check with my mom first, see if she has anything planned. Otherwise, I should be able to go.”
Laura’s smile widened as she stifled a laugh. “Really? You have to ask your mommy? Aren’t you a little old to need her approval?”
Heat rushed to my face as I realized how ridiculous I sounded. Trying to recover, I muttered, “She’s on her own, and she likes to make plans for the weekends. I just don’t know if she already has something in mind for us.”
“Just teasing,” Laura said quickly, regret flickering across her face. “I think it’s sweet that you’re mindful of your mom. Ask her and let me know tomorrow. Oh, and one more thing. It’s more of a suit-and-tie event, but if you’d rather go business casual, I’d understand.”
Alicia chimed in, her voice bright. “Cora says it won’t be a problem. She’ll even make sure Jim’s suit is pressed and ready to go.”
Laura and I exchanged a glance, amusement flickering across both our faces.
“Is Mom home?” I asked, baffled at how Alicia had reached her so quickly.
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