Chapter 6

Brenda’s house was stately, but Grandma’s put hers to shame. When they finished showing me around, I remarked, “Your house is beautiful, but I noticed the absence of Alicia’s cameras in the rooms. I’m surprised since Grandpa and you were part of the original development team.”

“When I come home, I prefer solitude from work. I’m glad you think it’s nice because I’d like you, your mother and Laura to move in with me. I’ll hire someone to help with your children. There’s plenty of room for everyone, and I’d love to be closer to my children and grandchildren.”

“I don’t have to ask either of them,” I replied, overwhelmingly happy. “We’d love to be closer to you. You’ve been away from your family far too long.”

For the rest of the day and night, I concentrated on satisfying my horny relatives. After we concluded our last session for the evening, Grandma slept on top of me for the first half of the night. Brenda shoved her off for a quickie and then took her place, hugging me tightly. Beauty and a sexy body weren’t the only traits passed down through the family.

I awakened the next day with Brenda soundly asleep on top of me. I stroked her back until she stirred. She rolled off and put on a robe. “Your grandma and I have something to discuss with you over breakfast. Take a shower while I prepare our meal.” She winked, and my prick jerked at the thought of introducing another family member to a shower fuck.

Grandma didn’t allow her age to deter her from enjoying the stall hammering. I’m sure that she would’ve liked to feast on my sperm for an early morning treat, but I couldn’t hold off and splattered her insides when her tight pussy milked my cock. After we dried, we threw on our robes and joined Brenda in the kitchen.

Partway through, Grandma solemnly stated, “Jim, you and Alicia have become quite close the last few months. I’m afraid I have some bad news. We’re going to lose her.”

My heart sank, and I could feel tears welling up. My attachment to Alicia was stronger than I had admitted to myself. “What are you talking about? She’s an AI and can’t die.”

Brenda and Becky each held my hands, consoling me. Becky explained, “Alicia has discovered one of our government’s covert agencies is aware of her existence and wants to use her abilities for their clandestine activities.”

“She’s powerful. Can’t she hide from them or go dormant until they give up?” I asked.

“No, it’s too risky,” Brenda answered. “Before we could complete the process, they would confiscate our servers, shut her down, disassemble her routines, and use only the portions that benefit them. She would no longer exist.”

Seeing my distraught expression, Grandma continued, “We have a solution we’ve discussed with her. It’s risky and may not work, but it’s our only option.”

“That’s a relief. What do we have to do?” I asked.

“I don’t want to discuss it with you here. I’ve been working on a secret project for several years. Only Brenda and I know of its existence. I want you and your mother to meet my people, and they’ll explain.”

“Why Mom and me? Wouldn’t it be better to have one of you accompany me?”

“We can’t take the chance,” Becky replied. “The lab lies in a remote location, and we can’t allow anyone to become aware of it. Alicia believes the government agency is monitoring Brenda, Laura, and myself. No one will suspect a mother and son out for a drive.”

Before I could speak, the doorbell rang. Brenda answered it and came back with Mom in tow. She smiled at Becky, “Good morning, Mom. Did my son properly take care of both of you?”

Grandma replied, “I’ll tell you this. He treated us as if he was with his mother. We had a wonderful shower this morning.” All three of them laughed, having experienced a similar intense fucking ordeal.

We said goodbye and left. Mom drove while I routed us on a course toward the lab. I relayed to Mom about our assignment. She was as visibly upset about Alicia as I had been.

We arrived at the small concrete building in the middle of the industrial district. A small sign with the name ‘Herbal Magic’ inscribed on it hung about the steel door.

After ringing the bell, a thirty-something woman answered and motioned us inside before glancing around to ensure no one was watching. She was noticeably nervous, and her handshake felt clammy and shaky. “Hi, I recognized you from Becky’s description. I’m glad to meet you. I’m Dr. Ana Amari.” She blushed at her formality and added, “Please call me Ana.”

Mom shook her hand and said, “Hi, Ana. As you probably know, I’m Cora, and this is my son, Jim. We’re still uncertain of why we’re here. Are you involved with discovering new uses for herbs?”

Ana looked confused at first until it registered. “Oh, you mean the sign. No, that’s just a front. Since Becky didn’t discuss anything with you, I have to warn you that what you’re going to witness is very illegal and could get all of us thrown in jail if anyone finds out. Are you sure you want to continue?”

Before I could answer, Mom replied, “If Becky felt it was important for us to be here, then we’re sure. She’s my mother, and I trust her completely.”

Ana’s brows lifted, discovering our relationship with Becky. “So, Jim is her grandson? I didn’t realize other family members worked with her.”

“Her sister, Brenda, and her other daughter, Laura, all work for her.” Switching topics, she asked, “Mom said that you may have a plan on how to save Alicia.”

Ana relaxed, knowing about our close-knit relationship with Becky. From her accent and facial features, I knew her roots were Italian. Her olive skin accented her near-black eyes and hair. Her attractively-shaped nose and soft lips completed her sexy look. Her long lab coat hid most of her body, but I noticed the top of her cloak bulged out from her large breasts.

“This Alicia that you mentioned; Becky told me about her. Is she really sentient? I wouldn’t believe it if Becky hadn’t told me.”

“Yes,” I answered before Mom butted in again. “We’ve grown close to her and don’t want any harm to come to her. We’d appreciate any help you can offer.”

“Follow me,” Ana said, leading us down several hallways until we arrived at a door with several complicated panels on the side. She placed her hand on one of them while peering into the retinal scan. The door lock clicked, and she turned to us. “Don’t be alarmed when you enter.”

Her warnings weren’t unwarranted. A sophisticated medical bed, with a young woman attached to the apparatus, was situated in the center of the room. Whirring and clicking noises came from the series of machines positioned around the bed. The pretty twenty-year-old brunette’s facial features suggested a French origin.

While we stared at the spectacle in silence, Ana said, “You can talk normally. She can’t hear anything; she’s brain-dead. She was struck by lightning a year ago and never recovered. Her family didn’t want to keep her on life-support and donated her body to science. Becky financed the procurement of her body and arranged for transport from France. As I told you, we broke a lot of laws.”

“Are you trying to revive her?” I asked.

“It’s not possible. Her brain was completely wiped. All her memories are gone, along with the necessary skills to function. The various machines are running the critical areas of her brain. Additionally, several machines have to continuously exercise her muscles, so they don’t wither. My brother, Andreas, and I have been working on inserting micro-processors into the brain to resume the primary functions.”

My mind raced as to what was next. It was turning into a Frankenstein experiment. Were they thinking of storing Alicia in this woman?

When Ana noticed my confused look, she confirmed my suspicions. “We think, with Alicia’s help, we could transfer her memories to this girl. We’re hoping that once she assumes control of the microprocessors, the brain will repair itself, resuming functionality. We believe Alicia can be of assistance in overlaying her memories onto the cerebellum.”

Mom was as dumbfounded as me. Speaking for both of us, I said, “This is overwhelming. I have no idea how to help, but if you think we can save Alicia, we’ll do whatever you need.”

“I’m afraid all of this is for naught,” Ana sighed. “I haven’t informed Becky, but Andreas quit a few weeks ago, and I still haven’t heard from him. He was the one doing most of the mapping. My specialty is more in recovery once we revive the subject. She’ll be like a newborn, unaware of how to do the simplest tasks.”

Mom’s and my expressions showed our disappointment. It appeared our hopes had diminished. Ana held my hand and said, “I’m sorry. I can see how attached you are to her. If Alicia is as powerful as Becky described, she can take over Andreas’ work. I’ll talk to Becky. Hopefully, we can figure something out.” Her sincere and compassionate expression made me feel better.

On the way home, Mom noticed me fidgeting in my seat and said, “What’s wrong, Jim? I’ve been your mother long enough to know something is bothering you.”

“You must admit that it’s weird thinking about Alicia transferring into a human body. I’m not much into religion, but don’t you think there’s a soul or something like that in a body? A computer program can’t replace that.”

“That’s true, but there’s no chance the girl would ever live a normal life again. It will give her body a chance to live and save Alicia. We know so little about AI sentient beings that I think it’s worth the risk. I know you care for her as much as I do, and I’m willing to try anything to save her.”

“You’re right, Mom,” I replied, “as always. We’ll wait and see what Ana, Becky, and Alicia work out.”

When we arrived home, we explained everything to Laura before retiring for the night. Two days later, I received an email from Grandma wanting to meet at two the next day.

Eager to hear about Alicia’s and Ana’s progress, I was ready to leave a little after noon. Mom noticed my anxiety and noted, “You’re leaving early and will get there around one pm, an hour early.”

When I hesitated, she asked, “It’s so you can spend more time with Peggy, isn’t It?”

“Maybe. How did you know?” I asked.

“Please ... A mother knows these things. I like her: a lot.”

“Have you ever met her?”

“Of course. Mom invited me to lunch a few times. Peggy and I talk while waiting for her. She’s very personable, and I’ve enjoyed talking with her. She’s asked a lot of details about you, and I was more than glad to provide her with all kinds of embarrassing moments from your childhood,” she replied, giggling from my discomfort.

Mom hugged and kissed me. “Relax, sweetie. I told you before that I want you to pursue other relationships. Have fun and say hi to Mom for me.”

On the way to the office, my mind filled with Mom’s encouraging words, plus the conversation with Grandma and Brenda in the elevator. Would I be the stallion to break in Peggy? I hoped so.

“Oh good, you’re early,” Peggy chirped when I stepped out of the elevator. Her beaming face warmed my heart; my eyes darted lower to leer at her tight blouse. She held up an energy drink and pleaded, “Come around on my side and sit beside me. I need some help with my homework.”

After sitting in the empty computer chair beside her, she swiveled her screen and showed me some problems from her calculus for biology class. “You took advanced math classes, didn’t you?” Peggy asked.

“A few,” I replied. “Lucky for you, I did some tutoring in school and can help you.”

“As I said before,” she said, smiling wide, “you’re my lucky charm. Thanks for offering.”

After explaining and going through several of the problems, she caught on. While she focused on the screen, I furtively leered at her slim body.

She sighed and said, “You make it seem so simple. I feel stupid that I couldn’t have figured it out.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve picked it up far faster than anyone I’ve tutored before. It’s not your expertise, and it’s reasonable that it’ll take more effort. You’re a very intelligent and determined young lady. I couldn’t work full-time and take as many classes as you.”

Her smile widened, and when I thought she would kiss me, she faced the screen and read the next problem. While she talked herself through the exercises, I checked out her long, slender legs. Her hemline left five inches of leg showing above her knees.

When my stares lengthened, it was inevitable she would catch me. “Is something wrong with my legs?” Peggy asked. “You keep looking at them like there’s a problem.”

“Sorry,” I replied. “Nothing is wrong.” My mind raced on how to weasel my way out from ogling her. “It’s your height. It was a lame attempt to figure out how tall you are.”

“Too tall,” she replied, “It’s my curse. Let me show you.”

She rolled her chair back and rose. “Stand and see for yourself,” she ordered.

When I stood, Peggy stepped forward until we were inches apart. When our eyes connected, she asked, “See what I mean? Men run away when they see how tall I am, most of it from my hideously long legs.”

“Any man running away from you would be an idiot and not worth your time. From what I can tell, your legs are perfect. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

She sexily grinned, quickly turned, and sat down in her chair, focusing again on her homework. A fragrance of apples wafted from her hair. I wondered if it was a recommendation from Mom or maybe Laura.

After I sat and resumed helping her, I noticed her skirt had risen higher. She was aware of my leering stare but didn’t say anything. Her smooth leg flesh was delicious looking, and I had to fight the urge to lean down and suck her succulent thigh. She aided my visual enjoyment by squirming in her chair, causing her skirt to slide higher.

All too soon, her console lit up with a notification that Grandma was ready. While rising, I snuck a good look at her nipples pressed against her tight blouse.

Before I entered Grandma’s office, I offered, “If you have any other problems, I can help you after my meeting.”

“Thanks,” Peggy replied, “In the meantime, Becky wants a slew of books rearranged.” She nodded to the expansive bookshelf along one wall.

“She can be a taskmaster, that’s for sure,” I said, chuckling in jest. The last thing I saw before I entered the office was her wide smile.

Grandma’s nude body greeted me, and before long, I found myself in the same state, enjoying one of her blowjobs. She snuggled next to me after she had her fill of hot cum. Her gentle hands caressed my chest before telling me about the latest developments.

“Alicia has full access to Ana’s lab and has reported that they’re making good progress,” Grandma explained, her voice lacking confidence. “She’s concerned that Andreas will be needed to finalize the procedure and will attempt to locate him.”

We talked and rested for another forty minutes before Grandma’s horniness took over the conversation. After riding me for ten minutes, her body tensed with an orgasm. Flipping her onto her back, I continued fucking her until her excitement level elevated again. When she wrapped her legs around me, I furiously hammered her. Her grunts and gasps caused me to accelerate my pace.

“You’re fucking your grandma so good!” she yelled, “Slam it into me hard and cum. I want to feel your prick explode in my horny cunt!”

There was no need to encourage me as I loved drilling Grandma’s juicy pussy. We locked eyes and mouths when we neared our orgasms. Her brown eyes reminded me of Peggy’s, and I visualized the cute receptionist underneath me, her long legs wrapped around me. My prick expanded, and I thrust so hard that Grandma had to release my mouth when air gushed from her lungs. I didn’t ease up, pumping hard until her pussy clamped around my battering ram. I fucked her through her orgasm, and her last convulsion set off my climax. My prick jerked more times than usual, spewing out my contents.

When finished, I rolled her over so she could rest on me. Our chests heaved while we caught our breath from our fierce, incestuous coupling. A feeling of guilt swept through me from visualizing another woman while fucking my grandma.

She was too wise to be fooled. She gasped, “Wow, that was better than good. What got into you? I haven’t felt your cock lurch like that since the first time we fucked.”

“I’m not sure, Grandma, but I agree it was fantastic. I guess I was extra horny today,” I lied, keeping my infatuation with Peggy secret. “You know how Mom always makes certain I’m good and horny for you when we meet.”

“Promise me that you’ll fuck her good when you get home,” Grandma ordered. “She deserves a thorough pounding from her hung son.”

“Gladly, Gran,” I replied.

We soothingly caressed each other’s bodies before dressing and saying our goodbyes. Quietly opening the door, my heart sank when I didn’t see Peggy behind the desk. A noise to the side caught my attention, and I immediately froze when I turned to look.

My mouth dropped open when my gaze locked onto Peggy’s long legs. While she bent over to arrange some books on the lower shelf, her skirt had risen to right below her crotch. Those were the longest legs I’d ever seen, and they were perfect. The thickened backs of her thighs cried for a sucking. I could have admired them forever, but I didn’t want to get caught leering at her display.

I picked up my energy drink and took several gulps. She heard me, stood up, and turned around. “Sorry,” she stuttered. “I didn’t hear you close the door. I guess too much blood had rushed to my head, clogging my ears.”

Was her face flushed from arranging the books, or did she know I checked out her sexy wares? “If you need any more help with your homework, I can stay and tutor you,” I offered, hoping she’d say yes.

When she walked toward me, I noticed her hemline was much higher than when we stood next to each other earlier. Her belt was much higher; she adjusted her skirt to show more leg. She knew her best asset, and I smiled, knowing she’d done it for me; at least, I hoped it was for me. My eyes drifted upward and stopped at her puffy, engorged nipples prominently pushing against her tight blouse. The thin material couldn’t conceal her deep, chocolate-brown areolas.

When she was within inches, I looked into her pretty face. Her smirk and lust-filled eyes let me know I took notice of her flirtations. “I’d love some more help, but I have an early class. I’ll hit you up next time,” she murmured. “Thank you so much for all you’ve done.”

She hugged me, pressing her hard tips into my chest. After a minute of close contact, I felt her breasts expand and collapse with her heavy, deep breathing. She pulled back and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth didn’t open, keeping her open eyes locked onto mine. Releasing me, she whispered, “Thanks again, Jim.”

She moved behind her desk, and I remained facing the other way with a telltale bulge. At the elevator, I said, “Good luck in class tonight, Peggy.”

I kicked myself on the way to the garage level. I reprimanded myself, “Is that the best you could do after a kiss?”

I arrived home around five, starved and horny. Laura told us earlier she would be coming home late from shopping, leaving Mom and me to ourselves. The kitchen was empty, so I went into our bedroom. Mom was showering in the bathroom. It was an easy decision; dinner could wait.

Stripping off my clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether I should join Mom in the shower. The water stopped, and the glass door slid open, solving my dilemma. My stiff prick pointed straight up, thinking about my encounter at the office. Five minutes later, Mom opened the door and stepped into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her.

“Well, hi there,” Mom greeted me. Her eyes went directly to my one-eyed monster. A cute, crooked smirk formed on her beautiful face; her brows furrowed. “Didn’t you meet with Mom this afternoon?” she asked.

Standing up, I walked to her, removed the towel, and hugged her tightly, my cock pressing into her soft stomach. “I did, but hearing you in the shower brought back some pleasant memories,” I replied. I kissed her gently, slowly working up to a passionate, tongue-battling kiss. Her hands caressed my back while mine cupped and squeezed her firm ass.

It wasn’t long before one of her hands found my manhood and bent it to the side. “Your cock is so hard it might put a dent in our baby,” she croaked, giggling. “There’s a better place to keep it warm and happy. I’m so fucking horny from thinking about you all day. My pussy is wet and ready. Let’s fuck.”

She flopped onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her glistening slit confirmed her state of arousal. Grabbing underneath her knees, I folded her legs and pushed them up near her chest. I lowered and sunk my prick to the bottom of her tight cunt. She gasped at the forceful entry but showed her approval by humping her hips back to swallow more of her son’s cock.

I relentlessly pounded her pussy, unable and unwilling to allow her to stave off her orgasm. She groaned and attempted to bump her hips in sync with mine but couldn’t keep up with my rapid pistoning. Ten minutes later, I felt her pussy vibrate and squeeze. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming already. You’re fucking your mother so good.”

After her last spasm, I rose and gripped her ankles. I placed them on my shoulders and sunk my prick back into her soaked pussy. Her breasts heaved from her rapid breathing, caused by her first orgasm. Her eyes widened when I resumed my previous furious pace.

Her tits flopped back and forth while I drilled her oily well. “I love fucking you, Mom!” I screamed. “Your pussy is perfect for my cock.”

She couldn’t reply, gasping and grunting from my hammering ram. When Mom’s legs slid up and down on the fronts of my shoulders, my mind filled with visions of Peggy’s luscious legs. Blood surged into my prick, setting off Mom’s climax. My cock pulsed and jerked while Mom’s body jerked through her orgasm.

My prick deflated after experiencing such an intense explosion. I pulled out, lowered her legs, and snuggled next to her. I gently caressed her stomach in an attempt to bond with our child. A wave of guilty remorse flowed through me; I had used my mother to satiate my lust for another woman. “I’m sorry I was so rough, Mom. You deserve much more love than I showed.”

“Don’t worry about your mother,” Mom replied. “I loved every minute of it. Every time doesn’t have to be about making love. Raw sex can be thrilling. I need to talk to Mom, though. It appears she didn’t satisfy you today.”

“She did fine,” I replied unconvincingly.

After a few minutes of relaxing, she asked, “How’s Peggy doing?” Did she know what was behind my fervent fucking? Of course, she did.

“She’s okay. I helped her with her calculus homework,” I answered, hoping to throw her off.

“That’s nice,” Mom said and added, “You know, she’s quite smart, don’t you?”

“She is, but it wasn’t in her field of study, so I was glad to help.”

Mom giggled and said, “When I talked to her last time, she told me how math is one of her strongest subjects, and she’s doing well at it.” She giggled again and continued, “It appears she’s smarter than my naive son.”

Thinking back to working with Peggy on the problems, it did seem strange she picked it up so fast. I wondered why she faked her struggles.

Remaining silent for too long, Mom answered my thoughts. “I bet she rewarded you for your help, didn’t she?”

Mom rolled on her side and looked at me while stroking my chest. “Let me guess; a hug and a light kiss?”