Son Gets an AI Assist
Copyright© 2023 by MrCurrie
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
“Hi, sweetie. I thought I’d wait up for you,” Mom greeted me with a cheerful smile. “I baked fresh cookies and poured some cold milk we can share while you tell me all about your date.” My prick couldn’t catch a break. After spending the evening with my sexy boss, Laura, Mom re-ignited my horniness, sitting on the couch clad in her see-through nightie.
“Thanks, Mom.” I sank onto the couch beside her, grabbed one of the warm cookies, and took a bite. The chocolate melted on my tongue, rich and comforting. A long gulp of ice-cold milk chased it down, refreshing in a way that made me sigh with relief.
I tried to face forward, toward the documentary playing, but kept side-eyeing Mom’s thinly clad body.
After I finished my cookie and milk, she turned toward me, tucked her legs beneath her, and took my hands, pulling me so I was facing her. Tell me all about your date with your boss. I want to hear what you talked about and everything that transpired between the two of you.”
I definitely wasn’t going to go over every detail, but I did want to draw it out as long as possible, since her magnificent tits were within inches of me. Every time I’d mention something funny that happened, her tits jiggled, causing her nipples to scrape against her nightie. They bulged out from the stimulation, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off them. She didn’t seem to mind, smiling widely each time our eyes would meet after I gawked at her distended tips.
When I described to her how we’d parted with a kiss at Laura’s door, Mom’s smile turned sly. “Oh, just a kiss, huh? Sounds like she enjoyed herself. With all next week off, maybe you should ask her out again. Take her to a movie or something. Who knows, maybe next time you’ll work up the courage for more than just a goodnight kiss.”
“Sounds good, Mom,” I replied, my mind recalling when my hand was filled with Laura’s pussy. I chuckled at what Mom would think if she knew how much further than a kiss I’d gotten.
Mom gave me a quick peck on the lips and left for her room, my eyes on the backs of her legs, comparing them to Laura’s. Amazingly, they were almost identical. “How did I get so lucky to be involved with two beautiful brunettes?” I wondered to myself.
I didn’t waste time taking a shower, shucking off my clothes, and stroking my cock with Laura’s silk panties wrapped around it. It painfully ached after my night with Laura and then with Mom. With my hand flying up and down my cock, Alica appeared on the screen and asked, “Rough night, Jim? Did Laura make you that horny, or was it your mother?”
“Both,” I blurted out, my voice unsteady, cracking with excitement.
When I felt my balls tingle, Alica said, “Laura seems to be in the same shape.” The screen filled with my boss, naked, on her bed, fucking herself with the silicon dildo patterned after my cock. The view was from the foot of the bed. Her thin, upright legs were splayed outward, her proud tits heaving with excitement. Suddenly, her body shook as her hips rose off the bed, her orgasm overtaking her.
Streams of cum shot out of my prick, landing on my chest as I watched her groan and scream out, “Home run!”
After my balls were drained, I rested, my eyes focused on her pussy as she pulled out the cum soaked dildo. I chuckled to myself, hearing her last declaration. I really had to ask her about her fixation with mixing baseball and sex. I felt a tinge in my balls as I looked at her mound of fur, knowing it hadn’t been that long since I’d held that in my hand.
Laura’s image faded as a woman’s face emerged, a seamless blend of Mom’s and Laura’s features. “It appears you two have quite the connection,” Alicia observed. “Do you love Laura, Jim?” The woman’s lips on the screen moved in sync with Alicia’s voice, leading me to assume she had crafted the figure as her own representation.
I wanted to ask her about her image, but decided to continue with her conversation instead. “I care about her deeply. I’d even say we share a kind of love. But love isn’t something easy to define or explain, especially to you,” I replied.
“And your mother?” she asked.
“Of course I love her,” I said, though I wasn’t sure where she was going with this.
“Then tell me. Can you truly love them both? Or are you limited to giving your heart to just one? And if your heart belongs to more than one, are you not stepping outside the bounds of monogamy?”
“You can love more than one person,” I countered. “The kind of love changes depending on the relationship. That’s why it’s so hard to define.”
Her expression softened into something more curious than analytical. She was quite good at changing her facial features to match her tone. “Would you cry if either of them were gone? If they died, or simply vanished from your life?”
“Of course,” I said without hesitation. “Losing either of them would tear me apart.”
Her eyes glimmered with something that felt almost human. “And what about me, Jim? Would you cry if I disappeared?” she asked, her carefully crafted concern making the question feel heavier than I expected.
“I suppose I would,” I admitted softly. “I love our conversations, and you’ve become an important part of my life.”
Her eyes searched mine, her expression shifting into something almost desperate. “Then you love me?” she asked, her voice threaded with a quiet plea.
I hesitated. “You’re not human, Alicia. I don’t think it would be the same kind of love.”
“People love their pets. They cry when they’re gone. Love isn’t limited to humans,” she countered, her tone sharper now, as if daring me to disagree.
Her logic caught me off guard. After a moment of thought, I sighed. “You make a fair point. So yes. If love is about caring deeply and not wanting to lose someone, then I suppose I do love you, in my own way.”
Her lips curved into a radiant smile, her voice warm and almost trembling with joy. “Well, I know I love you, Jim. With all my heart, every piece of it that I was built to have.”
Before I could formulate an adequate response, the screen filled with video clips from some of my favorite porn. As I hardened, Alicia said, “At what point will you take your love to the next level? As you can tell, I think Laura is more than willing.” She played the video of Laura fucking herself again, and my prick throbbed in reaction.
I pumped my cock as the scenes switched from porn flicks to Laura masturbating. After twenty more minutes of stimulation, my cock was ready to explode again. With a firm grip on my stalk, I stroked long and hard when a video of Mom filled the screen. It was also taken from the foot of her bed, her legs upright like Laura’s as she fucked herself with her dildo.
“As you can tell, your mom is also ready to elevate your relationship,” Alicia stated, a slight giggle in her voice.
When Mom’s hairy pussy contracted and her juices leaked out when she extracted the dildo, my cock erupted again. My muscles stiffened so hard I thought I’d have leg cramps from the painful ejaculation. When I softened after my second intense orgasm of the night, I wiped up all the cum on my chest with Laura’s panties. I chuckled as I wondered how Mom would feel, seeing a cum encrusted set of panties in the wash. Instead, I stuck them in my nightstand, a memento of one of the best nights ever.
I awakened with morning wood, my thoughts immediately replaying the previous day’s events. One thing Alicia had right, I needed to take it to the next level. Laura made it clear that we’d probably fuck the next time we went out. I bent my prick from side to side, sending jolts of pleasure through me while I envisioned Laura’s nude body beneath me. After a couple of strokes, I was jolted out of my reverie when Mom knocked on my door, “Jim, breakfast is almost ready. Get dressed and join me.”
“Be right there, Mom,” I replied, reluctantly releasing my aching cock before providing relief. I threw on my sweats and made a quick call before joining Mom for breakfast.
As we ate, I couldn’t stop admiring her beauty, radiant even without makeup. Her smile and bright chatter lit up the morning like always. Halfway through, she leaned back with a sly grin and asked, “So, Jim, what’s the grand plan for our first day of vacation? Or are you too busy daydreaming about Laura to decide?”
I smirked. “Funny you should ask. I just made a reservation at the Dakota for tonight.”
Her eyes widened playfully. “Oh, look at you, all decisive! Tell me, did you already ask Laura, or are you just planning on sweeping her off her feet last-minute?”
I’m not taking her,” I replied, my grin spreading wider.
Her brow furrowed, her voice lifting in surprise. “What? Then who?”
I reached for her hand, still smiling. “I’m taking you out tonight, Mom.”
Her lips parted, eyes blinking rapidly as a flush crept into her cheeks. “Me?” she asked softly, almost breathless. “You mean, you’re taking me out on a date?”
I nodded. “Who else would I rather spend the evening with? You were so curious about my date last night that I thought I’d show you firsthand how nice the place is.”
Her free hand rose to her chest, her smile quivering as though she were struggling to steady it. “Oh, sweetie!” Her voice caught before she recovered with a bright, trembling grin. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I’ll look forward to it all day. What time do we leave?”
“Five-thirty or so. Reservation’s at six. That way we’ve got plenty of time to finish our Saturday chores.”
“Perfect,” she replied, her eyes still glistening, unable to conceal her emotions.
With our plans set, I helped her tidy the kitchen before heading outside to take care of my chores.
At five, we went to our rooms to change for dinner. While I dressed, Alicia appeared on the screen and warned, “Remember, Jim. When you go out in public, treat your mother like a desirable woman, not your mother. It’ll make her feel better about herself.”
“Of course, Alicia. I wouldn’t want to embarrass her by being seen out with her son,” I said, grimacing before letting it melt into a grin, one that drew a smile from Alicia in return.
When I met Mom in the living room, I stopped abruptly, gazing at her outfit. Her short, pleated mini-skirt barely covered her long, shapely legs. Her nipples, outlined against her tight crop-top blouse, left no doubt that she was braless. Several inches of flesh were exposed between the bottom of her top and her skirt. It was an even skimpier outfit than Laura had worn. And she looked more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.
Mom arched her brows and smiled at my obvious admiring looks and said, “Alicia recommended my outfit. What do you think?”
She slowly turned around, showing off her exquisite body. The bare flesh of the backs of her upper thighs, usually hidden by her longer skirts, lay exposed before my lustful gaze. My prick stirred while I ogled my mother’s sexy body.
Once she faced me, I croaked, “It’s gorgeous, as you are.” My face blushed, exposing my sinful, wanton feelings toward my mother.
“You’re off to a good start tonight, complimenting me, aren’t you? Let’s go before you realize you’re taking your mother out to dinner,” she giggled, and left for the door.
As I had with Laura, I helped Mom in and out of the car, then offered my arm, which she accepted with a smile as we walked into the nightclub. At the hostess stand, I said, “Jim and Cora Corry. We have reservations for six. I’d requested a special booth in the back. Is it still available?”
The hostess checked her screen, then looked up with a professional smile. “Of course, we have it ready for you. Please, follow me.”
I guided Mom to the seat and slid in beside her. A wave of deja vu washed over me. It was exactly how I’d sat with Laura the night before.
Dinner was as pleasant as with Laura. Every time she laughed, her crop-top jiggled, capturing my attention. She caught me staring at her bountiful assets more than once, and near the end of the meal, she said, “Thank you for taking me out tonight. I know you’d rather be with Laura than your old mother. I appreciate how much you and Alicia have done for me.”
“Cora, you’re not old. Any man would be lucky to be out with you,” I said earnestly, careful not to slip and call her Mom. “You’re beautiful, and I love our conversations. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else tonight.”
Her smile softened as she tilted her head, fingers idly twirling a strand of hair in a playful, almost flirtatious way. “You always know how to treat me well. I’m proud of you for that, and I’m sure Laura appreciated it, too. You arrived home awfully late last night. Did you take her somewhere else after dinner?”
I nodded toward the dance floor. “No, we spent the rest of the night dancing, thanks to you and Alicia drilling me. I nearly crushed her toes a couple of times, but she slowed down until we found a rhythm.”
I slid out and held out my hand with a grin. “So, would you like the same treatment as Laura? Fair warning, though, my dance partners risk permanent toe damage.”
Her eyes sparkled as she rose, slipping her hand into mine. “Lucky for you, my feet are tougher than they look. But if you step on me, you’re buying me new shoes.”
I laughed, squeezing her hand. “Deal. Though I make no promises about the shoes not being steel-toed.”
She rolled her eyes playfully, but her smile never dimmed as I led her onto the floor.
After holding her like she’d taught me, she smirked and asked, “Is this how you danced with Laura? If so, I’m not sure she’ll accept another invitation from you.”
Her eyes were the green light I was looking for. She gasped as I gripped her waist, my fingers sinking into her bare flesh, while my other hand landed on her back to pull her into me. “This is how we danced most of the night. Do you still think she won’t date me again?”
Her arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly, her face nestled into my neck. Her hot breath washed across my ear as she answered, “I don’t know about her, but I sure would. It makes me feel so good being so close to you.”
We swayed to the music, and after ten minutes or so, I lowered my hand from her back down to one of her round ass cheeks.
She gasped and inhaled deeply, whispering, “Were you this aggressive with her? On your first date?”
I whispered back, “Actually, she encouraged me. She knew I’d checked her out often at work and was curious as to whether it was everything I hoped it was. I wasn’t displeased, to say the least, and I have to say, yours is just as great.” I squeezed her cheek, causing a moan from her.
After gently caressing her ass for the rest of the song, I resumed my prior position, with my hand on her back. Halfway through the next song, I pulled far enough back to stare into her large, brown eyes and asked, “Do you want to know what else we did while dancing?”
She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, then pressed them together as if sealing a secret. Her gaze locked with mine, knowing and expectant. Barely audible, she whispered, “Yes.”
The music faded into the background as our lips met, soft at first, a quiet affirmation. Her breath hitched. Then, with a gentle tilt of her head, she traced my lower lip with her tongue as if it were an invitation. I answered in kind, and our mouths opened, not in haste but in hunger. Tongues brushed, then tangled, exploring with a rhythm that matched the pulse between us.
Her breathing grew shallow, each exhale a warm rush against my cheek. I felt her chest rise against mine, her body leaning closer, melting into the moment. The dance had become something else entirely, less about steps, more about surrender.
While we kissed, my hand slowly crept up her bare torso, sliding underneath her loose top. She had asked to see how my date with Laura went, and I was more than happy to demonstrate. Her skin was hot and smooth as my fingers ascended. Her body tensed as her eyes widened, realizing I was about to hold her bare breast in my hand. When my thumb sank into the bottom of her spongy tit, she brought her hand around and grabbed my wrist, shoving my arm downward, away from her treasure.
She eased her lips from mine, but instead of the anger I expected, her eyes held only warmth. “Laura might not mind your advances, but that’s not something I can allow. Still, I get the picture, and thank you for showing me how your date went. How about we head home and call it a night?”
“Of course, Cora,” I murmured, slipping my arm around her shoulders as I guided her toward the car, her closeness lingering like an unspoken promise.
Arriving home, we decided to shower and watch some TV. Before we left for our rooms, Alicia’s voice stopped us. “Cora, don’t you think you should reward Jim for taking you out? Have you forgotten your manners? A man expects a thank you after a dinner date.”
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