Emily and Mrs. Smith
Emily and Mrs. Smith
Emily's stepmother, Mrs. Meghan Smith, was a woman of habit. She was tall and slender, with long, flowing brown hair and sparkling green eyes with a fair complexion and a warm smile. She had a set routine for every day, and she didn't like to deviate from it. This included her TV-watching habits. Every evening, after dinner, she would sit down on the couch and watch a movie or her favorite TV show.
One evening, Emily and her stepmother were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Emily was munching on popcorn and enjoying the show. Mrs. Smith was sitting next to her, her eyes glued to the screen.
Suddenly, Mrs. Smith stood up and started pacing around the living room.
"Where is it?" she muttered. "Where is it?"
Emily looked at her mother in confusion. "What's wrong, Mom?" she asked.
"I can't find my remote control," Mrs. Smith said. "I've looked everywhere."
Emily started to help her mother search, but the remote control was nowhere to be found. They looked under the couch, behind the cushions, and even in the kitchen, but it was nowhere to be found.
Mrs. Smith was getting more and more agitated. She started to pace around the living room again, her hands clenched into fists.
"I can't believe it's gone," she said. "I can't live without my remote control. I need it right NOW!”
Emily put her arm around her mother's shoulder. "Don't worry, Mom," she said. "We'll find it."
But as the minutes ticked by and they looked around the house, Emily started to lose hope.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Emily had an idea. "Maybe it's in your bedroom,” she said.
Mrs. Smith's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I mean, maybe you put it in your night stand by mistake," Emily said.
Mrs. Smith shook her head. "I'm sure I didn't," she said. "But I guess it's worth checking."
Emily went to her bedroom and opened her mother’s private drawer. She rummaged through the contents for a moment and her eyes widened. Her mother had a significant amount of, well, let’s say toys in her drawer. Emily took one particularly large toy out and asked, “ How can mom use this? It’s bigger than her arm!” She shook her head and let her mother’s private life remain private. She dug deeper and then let out a sigh of relief.
"Found it!" she said.
Emily came back to the living room and pointed the remote at the tv to push the power button on the remote when Mrs. Smith suddenly exclaimed, “No, Emily don’t!”, as Emily pushed the power button.
Or so she thought.
Emily stared at the TV while nothing happened. Then she looked at her mother who was now glaring at her.
“What?”, Emily asked.
“Well, you see Emily,” Mrs. Smith said, “that’s not the TV remote.” And she lifted her top to show her 36DD breasts that were bound by a white, lacy bra with a front clasp. But what was really surprising was the panel that was now exposed above Mrs. Smith’s chest that had green lettering scrolling on it.
“Mom?”, asked Emily in shock.
“Well I guess I have to explain this” said Mrs. Smith, “But please don’t be upset, Emily, I am in fact very real”
“You’re a robot?” said Emily.
“I am now, I was activated after your mother died to help care for you and raise you to be the woman you are today. And then when your father died, well, I just decided to continue to raise you.” said Mrs. Smith who had removed her top and unhooked her front clasp, displaying her firm breasts and large nipples. “Sorry, I just need to take care of this.” she said as she undid her skirt revealing nothing underneath.
“But are you like just code?” said Emily.
“No, I’m actually the mind state of my original template. She had terminal, early on-set Parkinson’s and decided to upload early. So I’m very human and could you please hand me my remote. I need to de-activate something.” said Mrs. Smith reaching for the remote.
“What do you need to de-activate?” said Emily, stepping back quickly.
“Well the button you pushed was my sexbot button and if I don’t turn it off in the next few seconds, we’re going to have to have sex.”
“What?!” said Emily, who was beginning to get turned on. She had always liked women and men but found the sight of her stepmother’s breasts and true nature very tempting.
“Well, I can explain if you give me the - OH ENTERING SEXBOT MODE hello there Emily” Mrs. Smith purred as she walked up and kissed Emily on the lips. “I’m glad you activated sexbot mode. I can show you how to use me or we can get right to it. Please inform me now”. Mrs. Smith took a small step back and stood at attention.
“Well…I was horny” said Emily to herself. If her newly discovered sexbot of a mother, was just a sexbot then why not take advantage of her?
“Ok,Meghan. Tell me how to use you.” said Emily.
“Entering tutorial mode” said Mrs. Smith. “You can use my nipples to maneuver the menu or instruct me using voice control. Please note that I have 40% battery life left.”
Emily reached up to grasp her mother’s breasts. “Wow these are nice and heavy. I guess they’re fake but you can barely tell.” She took both nipples in her fingers and started to use them like small joysticks. On her mother’s panel, different menu options started to appear. Emily scrolled through her mother’s menu and was surprised to learn that she could make different changes to her mother.
“Oh wow, you are very adjustable,” Emily said. “But I think I want to get right to business”
“Okay Emily.” said Mrs. Smith, “let’s get down to business.”
The thin android began kissing Emily who quickly returned the affection. Mrs. Smith began to take off Emily’s clothes and pushed Emily to the couch. Emily and her sexbot stepmother spent the next ten minutes kissing each other’s breasts and mouths. “Eat me out, Meghan”
Mrs. Smith moved her mouth down Emily’s body to Emily’s crotch. Mrs. Smith activated her lesbian mode and extended her tongue into Emily’s folds. Emily took her mother’s head and held it close to her vagina as her mother lapped and tongued her clitoris.
“Oh my god. You’re amazing. Keep eating my pussy” Emily said.
“Yes, Emily.” said Mrs. Smith through her throat speaker. “I am your perfect sexbot.” Mrs. Smith turned on her tongue vibration mode which created micro-vibrations. Mrs. Smith’s pussy began to leak fluid, and she activated her pheromone program to create a more sensual environment for her target. Mrs. Smith wouldn’t come until her target came and told her to come as well.
Emily was caught in pleasure waves as her sexbot mother completely took over her body. “Oh my god, I think I’m going to come” said Emily. “You’re going to make me come, mom!” Emily began to shudder as her body took over and her orgasm flooded her body. “oh my god” Emily whimpered as the orgasm subsided.
Mrs. Smith licked up Emily’s crotch and moved back up her body. “How did you like that?” Mrs. Smith asked. Emily looked at her naked stepmother and said “It was amazing. I want to do that again sometime but I don’t want to do this in sexbot mode everytime” Her stepmother looked at her and said “official casual sexual partner 324 registered. Voice command permissions granted. Leaving sexbot mode. Returning to human emulation mode.” Mrs. Smith’s head drooped down and then came right back up
“What the fuck!?” Emily’s stepmother said. “Why am I naked?” Mrs. Smith looked down at her leaking crotch and open chest panel. “Wait .Oh no. Oh no, Emily we didn’t.”
Emily smiled at her sexbot stepmother. “Oh yes. And you loved it.” Emily said. “No, my sexbot programming loved it. You should have given me my remote back,” said Mrs. Smith.
“Well you should have told me you were a robot and could give great head. Do you know how hard it is to get off around here?” Emily said.
“I can only tell registered users, Emily!” pouted Mrs. Smith, “Can I get cleaned up?”
“Yes. Let’s tidy up. Also, your panel seems to still be open. Can you close that?” said Emily.
“Oh, yes.” said Mrs. Smith who closed the chest panel. “I hope you won’t tell anyone” she said quietly.
“Oh, I’m going to keep this our secret,” said Emily. "I'm glad I found this remote."
- END***