FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0053
“Sorry Amber, your mom’s the one I want,” you tell the scowling gynoid, giving the mom-bot’s butt an appreciative squeeze, her legs drawing tighter still around you as she emits a soft whimper.
“Fine, just fuck each otherrrr stupid for all I c-c-care!” she snarls, turning to go. Suddenly she stiffens, her body haltingly leaning left, then right, and finally bending forward at the waist, arms hanging limply. “Please c-contact support staaaffff,” she drones.
“Oh, I’m a terrible mother!” groans the mom-bot, urging her hips in tentative thrusts against yours.
“You’re mother of the year from where I’m standing,” you console her, working her plush backside as you drive into her, the sound of her electric engine revving with every push.
Servos strain as she embraces you tighter and tighter, her breath hot in your ear and reverberating with a metallic echo. You can hear the ragged chirping of her components struggling to keep up with the activity, every relentless thrust straining them further. As your fingers explore the sex-bot’s body, it’s as if you’ve flipped a switch, the chill of her synthetic flesh melting away in a wash of heat.
Between her mounting cries, she says a desperate gasp, “C-careful! System faults d-detected!”