Son Gets an AI Assist
Copyright© 2023 by MrCurrie
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
When I arrived at work on Monday, I felt a pang of disappointment seeing Laura wearing a bra. It seemed she’d reined things back, settling into the boundaries of our work relationship. She was still warm and friendly, even a little playful, but not quite as flirty, which at least reassured me I hadn’t crossed a line.
On Tuesday, just before closing, Laura stopped by my desk and dropped a printed menu from Antonio’s, a cozy Italian restaurant. As she reached the door, she tossed a glance over her shoulder and called, “Pick me up at six.”
I stared at the menu, baffled. Was this a dinner invitation? Surely it couldn’t be a date. Maybe there was something important she wanted to discuss about work. While I sat there puzzling over it, Alicia interrupted my thoughts. “Jim, maybe she’s just thanking you for attending the ceremony. Either way, you’d better head home and change. You don’t want to be late. I already informed Cora about your dinner plans.”
After a quick shower, I stepped into my bedroom and chuckled at the slacks and shirt lying neatly across my bed.
“Cora and I already picked out your clothes for tonight, Jim,” Alicia announced.
“Thanks, Alicia, but I think I could’ve managed that myself,” I replied in a mock-annoyed tone, though the grin on my face gave me away.
Mom hugged me on my way out, wishing me luck on my ‘date.’ I corrected her with a sigh, “Mom, it’s not a date. She’s my boss, and she’s made it clear we can’t have that kind of relationship.”
She didn’t argue, just gave me a sly, lingering grin. The kind that said she’d heard this kind of denial before and wasn’t buying a word of it. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, as though she was already imagining the truth unfolding exactly opposite of my protest.
Laura greeted me with a warm smile, her sundress flowing around her like sunlight spun into fabric. I couldn’t help the look on my face as I took her in, and the faint blush that touched her cheeks told me she’d noticed. After helping her into the car, I drove us to the restaurant.
Once our meals arrived and we began eating, I leaned forward and said, “Thanks for inviting me tonight, but I’m a little curious why this couldn’t have been discussed at the office.”
Her eyes widened for a beat before narrowing with playful suspicion. Tilting her head, she teased, “Inviting you? Jim, you’re the one who asked me out. You didn’t say a word about work, just dinner. Are you telling me this is some kind of business meeting?”
I opened my mouth, stammering for an explanation, and she broke into a knowing grin, her tone dripping with amusement.
“You mean to tell me you thought this was my idea?” she laughed, eyes sparkling. “Oh, Jim...”
The realization hit us at the same time, and we blurted in unison, “Alicia!”
“It looks like Alicia called you, pretending to be me,” I explained, shaking my head. “Sorry about that. I’ll have to straighten her out when I get home. I thought it was strange when you dropped off the menu and expected me to pick you up. Alicia told me you probably just wanted to thank me for going to the event with you. Seems she has no problem bending the truth to get her way.”
Laura chuckled softly, her eyes glinting. “I have to admit, she was impressive. She nailed your tone and inflections perfectly. From now on, maybe we should confirm any calls with each other directly, just to be safe.”
“Smart plan,” I agreed with a wry smile. “But since we’re already here, we might as well enjoy the evening.”
“Absolutely,” Laura replied, her smile widening. She leaned in just enough to make my pulse quicken and added teasingly, “Though, if Alicia had to trick you into asking me out, maybe I should be a little flattered.”
The awkwardness of the mix-up faded quickly as we slipped into lively conversation. Her radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and the way she giggled so effortlessly made the evening vanish far too quickly. Before I knew it, we were standing at her doorstep, the night feeling unfinished.
She turned to me, took my hands in hers, and softly said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. Even if it was Alicia’s little trick, I’m glad it happened.”
“I enjoyed it too,” I admitted. “Maybe that’s exactly why Alicia did it. Her purpose is to make our lives better. Maybe she thought we deserved a night away from the office.” I hesitated, then asked the question that had been gnawing at me. “But when you first asked me to that ceremony, you were clear that we couldn’t date because you’re my boss. So, why did you say yes when Alicia, pretending to be me, invited you?”
Her fingers tightened around mine, a faint flush rising in her cheeks. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a date or if you wanted to talk about something work-related. I should’ve questioned it, but...” her lips curved into a small, playful smile, “Maybe I didn’t mind the idea that it might be a date.”
I stayed silent, uncertain if she regretted spending the evening with me. Before I could speak, she broke the pause with a gentle smile. “But I’m glad it happened. Tonight was wonderful. Thank you, Jim.”
She leaned in, brushed a light kiss against my lips, then turned gracefully and disappeared inside, leaving me standing on her doorstep, breathless and wishing the night wasn’t over.
The next day, her bright mood made it clear she had no regrets about our evening together.
At lunch, to my surprise, I noticed she’d gone back to not wearing a bra. Every time I’d focus on her blouse, her nipples stiffened, pressing out the thin, silky material. When our eyes met, she smiled knowingly and carried on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.
When we walked out, she slipped her hand into mine, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by the same men who’d vied for her attention on the dance floor. I couldn’t help but savor their scowls, a quiet little victory that made her touch all the sweeter.
That evening, Mom’s cuddling and flashing of her cleavage while watching TV added to my horniness. Both women were driving me crazy.
Fortunately, Alicia came to my rescue after I retired for the night. As I lay in bed, my prick was rock-hard from the day of teasing, first from my boss, and then from my mom. My cockhead was shiny with pre-cum from my slow, tight pumps. Seeing the various shapes of areolas on the porn stars piqued my imagination.
“Alicia. I don’t think it’d hurt if Mom flashed her nipples to capture the attention of a potential mate.”
After a few seconds, Alicia replied, “She isn’t comfortable doing that.”
“She was hesitant to do the other things you asked of her until you convinced her to try them at home. She could build her confidence by practicing with me before doing it at work,” I argued.
My hand slowed while I anxiously waited for Alicia to talk to Mom, hopefully convincing her.
“She agrees,” Alicia abruptly stated. “Once again, you’ve proven to be of great assistance to me. As a reward, I’ve found a selection of women with similar nipples to your mother’s.”
One of my favorite porn videos flashed on the screen. The woman’s dark brown, aroused nipples caused my prick to jerk, knowing they matched Mom’s. Several minutes later, my cock erupted while the actor pumped a load of cum into the woman’s pussy.
I was disappointed at breakfast when I noticed that Mom’s attire was similar to the previous day, but then I remembered we had discussed that she would practice at home, not at work. I dove into my projects at work, anxious for the day to end so that I could spend the evening with Mom. After the usual lunch with Laura, I wondered whether Alicia had instructed my boss to follow Mom’s lead and flash her nipples.
Repeating my move from before seemed too obvious. Before I could come up with an excuse to approach her, Laura asked, “Jim, could you come here and read my initial proposal for a new project?”
Standing behind her, I massaged her shoulders and leaned over her to read the tiny font on the screen. Inhaling the strong scent of her hair shampoo, I whispered, “Alicia was right. The apple fragrance is appealing. I’m glad you’re heeding her advice.”
She turned her face; her alluring, sexy smile held my attention. “Thanks, Jim. She’s been very helpful; I’ll continue to follow her recommendations.”
Turning back to the screen, she leaned forward, causing her blouse to open. My eyes shifted away from the text to the wide gap in her top. The top three unfastened buttons allowed her blouse to widen past her taut nipples. My fingers dug into her soft flesh while I gazed upon her bare breasts. Her breath shortened with mine, while my eyes remained locked on her tits.
When my fingers crept lower, she shifted back, concealing her breasts. “What do you think? Do you approve?” she asked.
I wondered if she wanted me to comment on her breasts or the script I had not read. “Everything looks perfect,” I replied. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Her approving, wide smile reflected the enjoyment she received from proudly displaying her tits. Visions of her bare breasts flashed before me on my way home. I hoped Alicia was just as successful with convincing Mom.
Our dinner went smoothly, and once again, I hurriedly helped Mom clean up so we could begin our nightly ritual. While toweling off from my shower, I grew hornier by the minute, thinking of what the evening would entail. Pondering what other things I could ask of Alicia, I suddenly thought of one.
“Alicia. You’ve done a thorough job of building Mom’s confidence, but what would happen if someone asks her on a date and she doesn’t reward him with an erotic kiss?”
“I don’t think that’s something she’d forget, do you?” Alicia asked.
“It’s been decades since she’s been with a man, and things have changed. Do you want to take the chance she’ll embarrass herself?”
“You have a point,” Alicia agreed. “You’ve helped me in the past. I’ll consider it.”
When I started to pull on my underwear, Alicia ordered, “Don’t wear those tonight. I anticipate you’ll need to adjust your manhood tonight, and it’ll be easier without the additional constriction. She’s waiting for you on the couch.”
My prick rose while I slipped on my robe, thinking of what may transpire. When I entered the living room, Alicia’s warning was appropriate. My prick lurched up when my eyes gazed upon Mom, cloaked in a see-through, blue nightie. Her bare tits were visible beneath the silky material, capped with pointy, dark-brown nipples, similar to the porn star Alicia had shown me.
My focus was interrupted when Mom cleared her throat. “Alicia convinced me I should get used to wearing this around a man, in case I go out on a serious date. Do you think it’s too tight?” she asked, arching her back, which caused her breasts to stick out further. Her distended tips lewdly poked out of the thin, translucent material.
I shuffled towards the couch, shifting my cock to point straight up underneath my robe. Mom’s high hemline was inches below her crotch, exposing her luscious thighs. She nervously shifted her hips, waiting for my approval. My eyes traveled upward, landing on her smiling, blushing face.
“It’s the perfect color and fits you well, Mom. You won’t have a problem catching a man with that outfit.”
She patted the cushion for me to sit. When I turned on the TV, she leaned into me as always, wrapping her hand around my hairy thigh, higher than usual. Thankfully, she couldn’t see my prick jerk with her touch. Her arm trapped mine under hers, allowing me to grasp her upper thigh. When my fingers wrapped around her hot flesh, she sucked in a deep breath, her mounds pushing out her thin nightie.
My attention was solely on her exposed legs and barely concealed breasts during the show. When her eyes closed and her breathing slowed and deepened, I moved my hand higher, caressing the soft skin on her upper thigh, inches away from her pussy.
The show ended, followed by a loud commercial that startled Mom awake. When she struggled to rise, she lost her balance and attempted to regain it by shifting her hand, which connected with my hard prick. She gripped it and used it to leverage herself upright before releasing me. I removed my hand from her thigh to assist her off the couch.
Once standing, our faces were the same shade of red when we looked at each other. Mom hugged me tightly, pressing her soft tits into my chest. After a long embrace, she kissed me, leaving her lips on mine for a few seconds. Embarrassed, she pulled back and apologetically murmured, “I’m sorry. Alicia wanted me to prove that I knew how to kiss. I hope I didn’t gross you out, having to kiss your old mother.”
“I’ll never complain about a beautiful woman kissing me. Let me prove it to Alicia.”
Our eyes locked together while my hand moved to the back of her head. After our lips sealed together, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across her lips. Her eyes sparkled while her arms lowered, pulling me tighter against her. My hard prick pressed into her soft stomach while our hips ground together.
All too soon, I released her and said, “That should satisfy Alicia’s concerns, don’t you think?”
“I hope so. If not, we can prove it again tomorrow night,” Mom purred.
Her sexy, lustful smile sent a chill down my spine while my prick throbbed against her hot body. Turning to retreat to her room, she said, “Goodnight, Jim. Sweet dreams!”
As soon as I arrived in my room, I shucked off my robe and plopped into bed. My hand rapidly stroked my aching prick. Much to my chagrin, I didn’t make it past the first porn flick. Hot cum covered my chest and stomach from my explosive orgasm. Rather than getting up and cleaning my mess, I relived the evening’s events. Images of Mom’s tits and legs flashed through my mind. When I thought of our kiss, my prick jerked. I had never recovered so fast, but the eroticism from interacting with my mother had brought life back into my cock.
Alicia resumed playing some more scenes on the screen while I stroked my rock-hard prick. After another ten minutes, Alicia commented, “You poor man. You’re going to rub the flesh off your prick. Let me help accelerate the process.”
The scenes jumped to various films, concentrating on the final plunge. Suddenly, the voices changed. Alicia dubbed Mom’s and my speech patterns into the videos. Alicia had done a perfect job; my hand choked my cock harder when Mom’s voice begged me to fuck her. Blood surged into my shaft and knob, preparing for another orgasm.
“Your mother also experienced multiple orgasms tonight,” Alicia chirped. “You should have heard her scream and writhe in pleasure when I told her the silicone prick stuffed in her pussy was a replica of yours.”
“Jesus!” I screamed, while my prick seized and attempted to push more semen out of my drained balls. My whole body shook with excitement when my cock throbbed and jerked through my orgasm. When my prick shriveled from its intense workout, I exhaled a long breath of air.
“How’d you switch the voices on the videos?” I asked, suspecting that with her advanced skills, anything was possible.
“It doesn’t take long to learn a person’s speech patterns. I thought it was a nice touch, and the outcome proved its effectiveness. You should clean up and get some sleep now. Unless you want to try for a third time.”
“No,” I giggled. “Twice is enough for tonight. It was a good stress reliever, though. I feel much more relaxed.”
Mom looked refreshed throughout breakfast. Neither of us mentioned the previous night, but I did notice her glancing at me several times. Whenever our faces connected, her facial expression was one of joy. I’m sure it was a reflection of mine, and I was still smiling when I entered my workplace.
Laura greeted me from her cubicle, and we worked nonstop until noon. She suddenly appeared beside me and said, “Lunch is on me. Let’s go out today.”
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