Mom's Surprise Delivery

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. All consensual / non-consensual activity has been previously agreed between the parties, and fulfills specific fantasies of the participating characters.

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--/--

This time, the Transition Corporation called my mom!

Hi, I'm Kevin Sloan. I'm one of the performers in the Display Your Best show that is offered online by the artificial intelligence that runs the Transition Corporation.

Oh yeah, you may think the Transition Corporation was set up to help humans to, you know, switch their sex. But, no, it is focused on identifying uniquely human skills and capabilities, so that humans can participate in the economy even after AI takes away most jobs.

My dad had a great job until AI took it away. He now looks for new work every day, but so far, hasn't found anything.

Display Your Best is a mature audience online show that has a large range of topics, some can be very exotic! The main focus of the show is for real people to do things that entertain other people and there is essentially no limit on what could happen. Our family signed up for DYB because it has the highest ratings and potential pay. But, the actions might be too risqué for most families. Dad is way way behind on bills, so he selected the most extreme and unconventional option for actions we might have to play out. Those pay the best.

I only just turned 18, so I never really had a job. I guess I don't know what I will ever do for a normal career in my life, since AI took away a lot of traditional jobs.

But, damn, my first DYB episode was fantastic. I want to do more of that! I never came so hard before...If you haven't, you should see Kevin's Virgin Adventure, with Laila, Michael and Liam, where I made buckets of cum while losing that annoying virginity thing. And, I got a Prince Albert piercing installed, so I now have a unique trait that will hopefully get the show runners to bring me back.

Anyway, this time, it's not about me. This time, it's about Mom.

Mom is an attractive, light olive skinned 42 year old, a runner, swimmer and skier. She's my actual mom, in all ways, but she is more of a mom-in-kind to my adopted sister Leila, who is also 18.

The Transition Corporation call came in on Saturday morning. Dad had already left to go to the country club for golf. I was sleeping in (OK, really just looking at porn on my computer and testing my newly pierced dick to see if it was ready for action), and Leila was doing normal sister stuff in her room.

Mom took the call downstairs. It was an audio call. I could hear her end of the conversation through my slightly open door.

"Hello."

"Yes, this is Meredith Sloan. Who is this, please?"

"Oh yes, Ms. Li from Transition Corporation. No, John is not home right now, he won't be back for another 6 hours or so. But, yes, Kevin and Leila are here."

"Oh, OK, I will ask them to get ready to go to the resort for the day. I guess that means you are expecting me to be the participant today? I am a little bit surprised."

"What was that? Oh yes, I understand and I accept that I will complete all the performance requests from DYB to the best of my ability. What was that example? Oh, yes," giggling. "I think I would like to try that. Oh, and that too! Oh, I've never done that. Or that. That sounds maybe a bit uncomfortable. Ok, yes, I understand I might need to do it anyway. OK, I agree."

"When do you want to start? Twenty minutes? Wow that is fast. I will get my family moving."

Hanging up the phone, I heard her rapidly climbing the stairs, "Kevin, Leila, get ready, it's MY turn with DYB. Get your clothes, you are headed to Green Canyon for a day at the resort."

I rapidly started shutting down the porn I was viewing, but there just wasn't enough time. She pushed through my not quite closed door. "Hurry up Kevin. Why are you still in bed? It's 10 AM, you need to get out of here in 15 minutes."

She pushed onward into my room like a pod of coast guard cutters chasing a cigarette boat, weaving though my piles of clothes on the floor, scanning left and right as she passed.

She got to my bed and scowled at my body under the duvet. I had the covers up at my chin with one hand, the other hand hidden, gently cupping my junk, laptop on my chest. "Mom, what is your hurry?"

"I, oh, I dunno. I am just maybe a bit nervous at the DYB thing and they want you and Leila out of the house pronto."

She stopped and sniffed, then wrinkled her nose again. "You, young man, sure smell like you need to get cleaned up before you can go to the resort. Whew. "

"Mom, I ..." She had caught me in the midst of a wanking fest and, under the duvet, I was bare ass naked with a rejuvenated pierced dick that was hard and ready to go.

"What is it, Kevin? Just get moving. It's not like you have anything there I haven't seen at one time or the other in your life."

"Well, actually Mom...maybe you haven't seen this and you shouldn't see this." My arguments were cut off by her so-out-of-character grab for the edge of my duvet. "Hey, what are you doing? Give me a bit of privacy, OK? Gee."

"Let me see that laptop," she said.

"Mom really?"

"Yes, give it to me, Kevin." She opened it. Fortunately, I had been able to close the video with the bisexual activity as she stomped up the stairs, but there was still some open windows with ass fucking going on. Her eyes widened. My face blushed.

"Oh, yes, you are probably right to be embarrassed. Oh, my. I didn't think something that big could fit into that hole. Oh! .... Kevin, is this stuff turning you on?"

Then you could see her countenance change as she parsed through some of the implications, asking, "Is this the kind of stuff on DYB? Did you do that stuff?"

"Mom, remember, Ms. Li said we shouldn't probably talk about what any family member does on DYB. It should be private, remember?"

"But did you do all that butt stuff? You know, putting your penis into a girl's butt? And did you like it?"

"Mom, really, mom. This is not something you should ask about. I don't ask you if you like butt stuff, right?" I was getting a bit concerned. Mom was acting really really weird. Was that because of DYB?

She ignored my comments, set down the laptop on my desk, pulled hard at the duvet as I defended my honor with the one hand, still holding my junk with the other. Once, twice more, she tugged, unsuccessfully.

"Mom, quit. That's me, under there. You shouldn't be looking there."

She relented, then said, "Hurry up. You really do smell."

She turned broadly, listing a bit like an out-of-control coast guard cutter on emergency speed, and rapidly stepped out of the room.

I could hear her in the hallway, heading down to the next target, "Leila? Leila? Are you in there? I have had a call from the Transition Corporation, and you need to vacate this house very quickly. You have 10 minutes! Get moving!"

I took this opportunity to swing out of bed, trip down to the shower with my set of sprays and gauze and clothes, and take up station there. At least the bathroom door could be locked. I turned on the shower for white noise over Mom's continued exhortations to "Hurry Up!"

The increasing fog from the hot shower gradually erased my reflection in the mirror, and I jumped into the hot spray, carefully cradling my bruised penis and its ring, then liberally applied Axe body wash all over me - head, pits, junk and butt. My smell might still be strong, but at least now the smell would be different - some kind of artificial spice.

"Kevin, Leila is ready. What is taking you so long? Hurry up, the shuttle is coming in 3 minutes and I want you out of here!"

"OK, OK," I said as I finished the medical sprays on my butt's new tattoo and pierced penis, wrapped the penis ring with gauze and carefully cradled the whole mess into my skivvies and shorts. "I'm coming."

Leila was waiting at the other side of the door. "What has gotten into her?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"I think it's performance anxiety or something. Are you ready to go?"

We left mom at the front door, jumped into the shuttle and we were off to a fantastic day at Green Canyon.

--/--

Within only a few minutes, a second shuttle pulled into the circular drive, and Liam, Michael and Laila jumped out with their cases and lighting equipment.

"Hello," said Meredith as she answered the door. "Are you the video crew?"

"Sort of," said Michael. "May we come in?"

The two men moved quickly into the owner's retreat -- bathroom, study and bedroom, taking their equipment with them.

Laila looked at Meredith, held out her hand for a business-like handshake, then at the last moment, reached in for a continental greeting, bussing both cheeks.

"Hi, I'm Laila."

"Oh, that's my daughter's name, too! I'm Meredith."

"Nice to meet you, Meredith. I know that Transition Corporation has already discussed the contents of the potential scenes today, and that you have given your approval. Do you have any questions?"

"Well, one thing that they wanted to propose was that I would do some sex stuff with strangers. How will I know that, y'know, they won't have some disease?"

"All our performers are tested every day, with sophisticated AI blood sensors. It's kind of like the AI loyalty verification console, but more focused on health."

As Laila and Meredith conversed, the two men entered the room, carefully placed small decorative items on shelves and furniture. All the items had a small solid black circle on the side that faced into the room. Cameras?

"....Oh, so, that means they are pretty accurate?"

"Yes, yes. And, of course, today we are going to find some non-professionals -- um, amateurs, strangers -- to participate. We will test them when we pick them, you won't need to worry.

"Here, let's get your own test out of the way." Laila pricked Meredith's finger, then inserted the tubule into a small sensor. After a few seconds, three soft beeps sounded. "Perfect. You are in fine health. Congratulations!"

Meredith nodded. "That's what I expected. God, wouldn't it be frightening if that test actually showed some kind of problem?" She shuddered.

Liam left the room and returned with a step ladder, then he and Michael worked to put tiny cameras on the ceiling light fixtures and the corners between the walls and the ceiling.

Laila, ignoring the diversion, continued, "Next, you will be able to make some choices of which people you will be able to cast in your scene. I am really looking forward to your DYB today. May I suggest that you pick your personal top fantasy boys? The hotter the better -- and it's your opinion that counts the most. Don't pick one you are not super excited about, just because you think we will like him. Pick the ones YOU like. Your DYB performance will build 100% off your attraction to them, no faking."

Their work complete, the two men left to create their video surveillance system in other areas of the house.

Laila motioned to Meredith to stand, then walk to the end of the room and back, and twirl.

"You have a very athletic body, our viewers are going to love you! And I think sexiness must run in your family. Kevin was a great casting. I can see where he got his stage presence from. You are simply fantastic!"

Meredith smiled, and cupped her breasts. "I think I have some great assets, too!"

"They are perfect!" agreed Laila. "Now, please, just slip off those clothes, down to your lingerie. I have some items for you to consider."

Meredith's lifted her v-neck top over her head, and her chino shorts dropped around her ankles. "No, no, just keep on the high heels. That looks just perfect, " said Laila. "Now, please sit here, we have some choices for you. I believe you wanted to have a fantasy with a delivery boy, right?"

"Oh, yes," said Meredith, blushing. "I have never done something like that, and I am sure in real life it would be some kind of fat old hairy pervert, but I would like to ...." Her voice dropped away as she looked at the electronic pad held out by Laila.

"Oh. Oh. He looks good. Oh, you have nudes too? How did you do that? Just ask them to strip off?" Meredith's voice stopped abruptly. "God is his prick for real? That thing is loooong."

"And that one, too. I have always favored the smaller gymnast type with the muscles and hard abs. Not so huge like a linebacker or body builder. I don't think I would want to be smothered by all that weight."

Laila scrolled to another page of options.

"Oh, and he looks good too. Really young. Smooth. No hair on his body. How is that possible? And, somehow, he seems familiar? Is he in advertising or modeling or something?"

Laila responded, "Um, No. All these men are at least 18 and all are amateurs - like you, first timers on DYB. If they look familiar, maybe you have seen them fleetingly somewhere, you know, like shopping mall or grocery store."

"Well since AI has taken over, I don't go shopping much anymore, so I don't think that could be it."

"Maybe on the transport network? Or at some event? Concert?"

Meredith wore a puzzled look. "Oh, maybe, I think maybe I have seen them somewhere together with Leila or Kevin? At school? Or some kind of party?"

Laila continued, "Well, it's not really important if you have seen them or not, but we want you to choose amongst them, so that we can arrange for one or more of them to join us here. Right now, these men are in the DYB program, but they haven't been called. Please pick your top three choices. We don't know who might be available this morning."

Meredith leaned over the pad, scrolling rapidly, and pointing, "Him. The blond gymnast. And him, the Latino guy with the light facial fuzz and no body hair. And, him, the skinny white guy. He's clearly a runner. They seem a little familiar. But...". She shrugged.

"Good, good. The Transition Corporation will make the arrangements, and I am certain you will be getting a delivery soon, haha. So, we need to finalize our preparations here. We have maybe 45 minutes or an hour until your deliver-boy arrives."

"Will those guys know that they are coming to, y'know, to fuck?"

"Oh no. That would take the mystery out of it, right? Transition Corporation will tell them that they are part of a new human-interface delivery team. To add back the human customer interface to everyday deliveries, for a select group of customers who just don't deal well with automated drones. And that their professionalism and customer service level will be the primary metric for their DYB payment. The AI will emphasize that they are to be fully professional."

"So they won't be expecting to get their brains fucked out by a MILF?"

"No, not really," laughed Laila. "Quite the contrary. You will need to seduce them, and you will need to overcome their reluctance to risk their potential jobs over 'unprofessional' behavior. In fact, there is no guarantee that any of the delivery boys will actually choose to do anything with you at all."

Meredith remained quiet with a determined look on her face, her eyes scanning left and right upward, as she took in the implications of that statement. She was clearly considering possible approaches to capture these boys' hearts, or at least, their pricks.

Laila stood and called into the owner's suite. "Michael, Liam, would you please be so kind to join us? Meredith is needing some help to get ready for the scene."

Liam brought in a wineglass of straw-colored liquid, slight dew condensing from the cold wine, and passed it to Meredith. "I think this might be one of your favorites?"

Meredith, eyes rapidly bouncing between the now half-naked man's ripped chest and flat belly, and the wineglass gripped in his hand, refocused, took the wine, then swirled and sipped. "Delicious." She looked over the rim of the glass to maintain her view of Liam's hard body.

Laila, watching Liam's performance with a slight smirk, interrupted by offering an open palm cupping three small yellow pills, "And here is a little pharmacological support for you today. Just to reduce any performance anxiety. And help you maintain your focus."

Meredith lifted her eyebrows questioningly, then took the pills and swallowed them. "In for a penny, in for a pound. What is that stuff?"

"A little tadanefil, a little oxytocin, and a little methdioxymethamphetamine, compounded for your particular body chemistry. The first two accentuate your blood engorgement and hormonal arousal state, and the last provides a unique mental experience and focus on the sex."

"Oh? What was that last thing again?"

"Yeah that, what a mouthful. I have to practice saying it aloud so I can meet the legal requirements of the show. It's also called MDMA or Ecstasy. The whole mix is carefully selected, blended and dosed just perfectly for your specific DNA and body chemistry. It's one of the wonders of AI. Tailored fun pills."

Meredith giggled, then stopped and stared at Michael, as he stripped off his clothes. "Wow! Maybe I would rather just get started here!" she said.

Michael laughed. "Sorry, Liam and I are more for any second phase, assuming you get through the first phase. And, so, for now, we are part of the film crew. And we are the security in case something goes wrong in the scenes." He slipped on a thong over his long slightly tumescent black dick, folding it just under the waist band. It barely fit into the pouch. He then put his athletic pants back on.

"So was that just a bit of advertising for later, then, Michael?" asked Meredith.

He smirked at her.

Liam held up a small purple butt plug and some lube. "We are here to help you get ready for the seduction phase. Would you like to have this in place, so that if your delivery boy gets into your pants, he finds a slutty surprise? Or, not?"

Meredith bit her lip, "I'm not sure. That I want to go straight to butt stuff. What else can I think about?"

Michael suggested, "For some guys, a visual stimulus can be helpful."

"You mean, like show cleavage or legs?"

A bit taken aback, Michael queried, "I was thinking something more like a porn show?"

Laila rolled her eyes.

Michael stumbled on, digging his hole deeper, "... like maybe the delivery interrupted your viewing and wanking session? Or even better, that you had a home video of you getting fucked running in the background? I would help you with that, if you want," he leered at her briefly.

If anything, Laila's eyes rolled faster.

"Hmm" said Meredith. "And of course, lots of skin can draw attention, right? And I guess that showing a porn show would have lots of skin."

"But not too much skin," said Leila. "This is the art of seduction, right, not cave-man style where you bang the guy with a club over the head."

"Right. That's what I was thinking, too. Sorry Michael. Sorry Liam," said Meredith. "I think I will save the butt stuff and the porn shows for a reserve option. But, I will need to have some specific items to help the seduction. I have a few here in the house, and maybe you can help with some others, a bit more specialized? Those are mighty big cases, I bet you have all kinds of stuff in there."

Meredith paused, a thoughtful look passing across her face. "Michael, I have some thoughts on what I would like to have delivered. Not pizza, obviously, that delivery is 100% automated. I am not sure that a human actually touches any part of it from when it is ordered, baked, and delivered. And, damn, what realistic customer service role could a pizza delivery boy have at the delivery site? Eat the damn thing? No, that trope is much too obvious and limited. Gah, there is no seduction in that, right, Laila?"

Liam said, "Maybe he could reheat it in the oven? That would be a personal service, right?"