Chicago, USA - 14 May Old Calendar Year 2209

Like all mothers, my Mom Janice was obsessed with embarrassing me. On my 18th birthday she took me clothes shopping. I wanted stylish running shoes, but she would only buy me some that were dreamed up in ancient times, called ‘Jordans’. They used to be cool several centuries ago, but now they were formalwear. Most men wore them when they got married. I hated them.

I wanted cool shirts with my favorite sports teams, but she would only buy me some dorky ones with buttons down the front. I wanted the latest designer jacket, but she bought me a boring suit coat instead.

It was even worse because she brought along my best friends Reggie and Lora. Lora was my girlfriend, at least in my dreams. Her curly blonde hair and pretty blue eyes seemed to melt my heart and swell my crotch every time she looked at me. Her small but growing breasts captivated my attention unless I forced myself to look away. I’d never told her my feelings, but it seemed we smiled any time we looked at each other.

Reggie was just Reggie, the partner in crime and energetic jokester that I always had fun with. Today most of his jokes were aimed at my mother’s fashion sense. Mom was even mean enough to laugh along with him.

“The Jordans and suit make you look grown-up, Kev. So grown up you’ll need false teeth and a cane soon!” I growled in annoyance as Mom and Lora laughed.

Mom asked, “Kevin is 18 today, and I know Lora turned 18 a month ago. Are you 18, Reggie?”

He admitted, “Not for half a year. My birthday is in November.”

“Too bad. We’ll have to drop you at home before dinner. The restaurant doesn’t allow anybody under 18.”

Half an hour later, free of Reggie’s wisecracks, Mom led Lora and I down the sidewalk. I was surprised to see the name of the place was, “The Sexbot Cafe”. Curtains in the windows prevented us from seeing anything inside. As Mom led us in, an android asked, “Do you have a reservation, or would you like general seating?” I thought it was very strange he wore a bowtie and nothing else.

Mom told him, “Roberts, for 5:30 pm.”

I noticed Lora was looking him over. He smiled and said, “Mango will lead you to your private dining room.”

A nude Asian-looking young woman with very shapely hips briskly walked into the entry area and said, “Please follow me.” Her breasts were nice, but not large enough to impress. I was more than happy to follow, since I could see the entirety of her sexy ass and part of her pussy as her hips swayed back and forth.

Mom tapped my shoulder. “Are you listening at all, Kevin?”

“Um ... yeah.”

“I said the three of us will be the only people in the room. All the staff are robots.” My focus strayed back to Mango’s pubic hair as I nodded.

I asked, “So when do we order?”

Mom chuckled and explained, “This is a very nice place. The chefs make excellent food, and we eat what they give us.” She turned to the nude waitress. “I think we’re all thirsty and ready to eat.”

Mango climbed on the table, sat down with her pussy near my chest, and said, “Good. For cola, suck my left nipple. My right one gives chocolate milk. If you’d like lemonade, suck my urethra.”

A split second before I did, Lora shouted, “WHAT?”

Mango calmly responded, “If you’d prefer, Wanda’s left nipple gives regular milk and her right has lemon-lime soda. If you like beer, suck Dave’s penis. Mike’s is a coffee maker.” As the three other servers walked in nude, Lora’s jaw dropped like mine did.

Mom did her best to embarrass me again. “The law says you aren’t old enough for beer yet, but a little won’t hurt you. You should try some.” She held robot server Dave’s cock near my face and smiled.