A.i. Mom

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

This story is my entry into the "

"AI: A New Era" Author Challenge

" story event. It's my first attempt at something in the sci-fi realm. I appreciate all your comments. Thanks for reading.

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A.I. Mom

It was mid-afternoon, Tony Parsons was working in his lab assembling his latest model, number 16. He had begun developing AIs seven years earlier after graduating from MIT. At age 30, he was secretly and single-handedly creating the most advanced AIs on the planet.

"Sir, there is someone at the front gate of your residence."

"I'm not expecting anyone. Who is it?" Tony asked.

"It appears to be your mother, sir."

"My mother?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh shit! Have 14 put herself away. Activate 10 and have her show my mother in."

"Instructions sent and acknowledged, sir."

"Thank you, Carol. We'll need to go to my house. Monitor 10. I need to know why my mother's here."

"Yes, sir."

"This is a fucking nightmare."

"No, sir. You are not sleeping."

"It's a figure of speech, Carol. Check your linguistics module."

"May I inquire why it is a 'fucking nightmare'?"

"I don't think my mother seeing an AI that looks like her would sit very well."

"Another figure of speech, I presume?"

"You presume correctly. Review incest. That should clear things up for you."

"Since 14 is an AI, and you are not actually related, it would not be incest."

"No, but it would still appear that way."

"I see, sir. Your mother has three large pieces of luggage with her. It appears she is planning on an extended visit."

"Not necessarily. She takes two suitcases to go to the grocery."

"For what purpose, sir?"

"I'm being facetious, Carol."

"Very well, sir."

Although Carol, number 15, was his latest and most advanced AI, she was essentially a newbie. Her appearance was that of a sophisticated human female, with perfect movements. Having only been around Tony, she wasn't aware of the way people used language so randomly. If Tony suggested she take a flying fuck, she would have asked from what perch. All the AIs were that way initially but learned quickly. The ones numbered 9 or greater, at least.

Carol had only been activated for about a month. He modeled her after a young Jane Seymour. She was five-five, a hundred twenty pounds, small breasted but appropriate for her body size. Carol was slim and shapely. She had brown hair that reached just past her shoulders, brown eyes, and a beautiful face. Her movements were so human, Tony doubted anyone would suspect she wasn't flesh and blood. Carol was also fully functional as a female. Her mouth, vagina, and rectum had enhancements that human females didn't. Having sex with her was a life altering experience. Tony tested her personally. Taste was her biggest shortcoming. Tony had gotten the texture, timing, and release of body fluids perfectly, but she didn't taste like a woman. She was bland, but if instructed to do so, she could taste like cherry, vanilla, or mint. He was working on that problem.

They walked to the parking area and got in the car. Carol drove. Being an AI, she was an excellent driver. Tony and Carol entered the house from the garage and were met by number 10, Sonja, another AI, at the door.

"Welcome home, sir," she said.

"Thanks, Sonja. Where's my mother?"

"I showed her to the guest quarters. She is freshening up."

"Was she stale?" Carol asked. Tony looked at Carol with a confused look. "An attempt at humor, sir," she said.

"Close but no cigar," he replied, smiling.

"Smoking is unhealthy, sir," both AIs said simultaneously.

"Right, thanks."

"Sonja, where is 14?"

"She is currently in the coat closet. She has herself in sleep mode."

"Tonight, after my mother goes to bed, have her move to the playroom. I'd prefer my mother not be aware of her existence."

"Yes, sir."

"How did my mother respond to you?"

"She seemed very surprised, sir."

"Did she pick up that you're an AI?"

"I don't believe so, sir."

"Then why was she surprised?"

"I had been disinfecting myself before she arrived and answered the door in a state of complete undress."

"That would surprise her alright."

"Yes, sir. She was quite surprised."

"Did she ask about it?"

"No, sir. She did ask if I was your latest hooker."

"And you said?"

"I assured her that I was not a hooker, but that I was fully capable."

"Shit," he said, frustratedly.

"Sir, I don't have that capability," Sonja replied.

"Carol, remind me after my mother leaves to upgrade 10's interaction and communication modules."

"Yes, sir," Carol replied.

"Sonja, when my mother comes down, she'll want a glass of Rose' wine. I'd like a whiskey sour."

"Yes, sir," she replied, then turned and walked away.

Being an older model, Sonja's more robotic movement would have likely given her away. Her speech was also a little lacking.

Tony turned to Carol. "I suspect my mother has figured out that Sonja is an AI. I'm hoping she won't discover that you are. I'm going to tell her you're my personal assistant."

"How should I address her, sir?"

"Mrs. Parsons. Her first name is Shirley."

"Very well, sir."

"And don't call me sir. Refer to me as Tony."

"Yes, Tony."

They both heard the click of her heels on the tile floor as she entered the room. Tony smiled and walked to her.

"Hi, mom. Welcome to California," he said, as he hugged her.

"Hi sweetheart," she replied, looking him over. "You're looking good. I think California agrees with you."

"It does. You're looking as beautiful as ever," he replied.

She was. At fifty-one, she was still a MILF. Her sandy blonde hair surrounded her oval face perfectly. Her green eyes sparkled. She had a body that women much younger would die for.

Sonja walked up. "Tony's mother, here is your wine," she said, offering the glass.

Shirley smiled and took the glass. "Thank you."

"You are quite welcome, Tony's mother," she replied, handing Tony his whiskey sour.

"Call me Shirley, please."

"Yes, Shirley. You may call me Sonja or 10."

"So, you are one of my son's robots?"

"I am not a robot, Shirley. I am an artificial lifeform, model 10."

"You look very human."

"I was modeled after Heidi Klum."

"You do have one hell of a body," Shirley replied. "Tony, are all your robots' supermodels?"

"They're AIs, mom, not robots. Robots are machines. My AIs are made from electronics and synthetics."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I model them after real people. Sonja is the only one that I used a supermodel for."

"All women, I suppose?"

"So far."

"Who is this?" she asked looking at Carol.

"Mom, this is Carol Simm. She's my personal assistant. Carol, my mother, Shirley Parsons."

"Mrs. Parsons, I am very pleased to meet you," Carol said, stepping up and offering her hand.

Shirley took her hand and held it as she scrutinized her.

"You too. I'm glad my son is interacting with at least one real person."

"Did you have a pleasant journey?" Carol asked.

"Even flying first-class, a six-hour flight is tedious."

"I am sure it is. Would you like something to eat? I can have Sonja prepare something for you."

"It can cook?"

"Mom, I'd rather you refer to Sonja as she. I'm trying to make her as close to human as possible. Gender awareness is part of that process," Tony requested.

"Sorry, this is a new experience for me."

"Just talk to her like you would any woman. She learns from us that way."

"Sonja, let's go to the kitchen and see if we can rustle up a snack."

"Yes, Shirley," she replied, offering her arm.

Shirley took her arm and left the room with her. Once out of sight, Tony turned to Carol.

"You're doing beautifully. Try using contractions in your speech."

"I'll try."

"That was perfect."

"Tony, I'm impressed how closely 14 resembles your mother."

"So am I. Even the walk is accurate."

"The hairstyle is slightly different, but that can be rectified easily," Carol added.

"Let's join them in the kitchen and see how they're getting along."

Tony and Carol walked to the kitchen. His mother was leaning back on the counter watching Sonja as she prepared a tray of snacks.

"I'm impressed, Tony," his mother told him.

"Sonja, demonstrate hyper-mode."

Sonja, had been slicing cheese from a block. She instantly increased her speed, slicing to the point that Shirley stepped back in awe. The knife she was using was a blur and in seconds the tray was finished.

"Damn!" Shirley said. "That's unbelievable."

"Her computer brain can communicate more efficiently with her synthetic body than ours can. She's more accurate, faster, stronger, and can go for about twenty hours before she needs recharging."

"I know what I'm asking Santa for this year," Shirley grinned.

"Sorry, mom. We're still in development."

"Will you be selling them?"

"I don't know yet. I'm afraid they'd be weaponized. Other than not being able to fly, they're basically superheroes."

"And I thought you were making sex dolls."

"I am fully functional in all aspects of sex. Would you like a demonstration?" Sonja asked, straight faced.

"No, uh, thank you," Shirley replied.

Tony blushed and put his hands over his face. "Jesus," he mumbled.

Shirley was grinning. "So, you have sex with my son?"

"No, Shirley. That would be fourt...."

"10! Sleep mode." Tony ordered, quickly.

Sonja froze where she was. Shirley started laughing.

"Did she say four or fourteen?" his mother asked.

"Glitch in the system. That's another problem we're working on. 10! Deactivate speech and then wake," Tony said.

Sonja resumed her work in the kitchen.

"Sonja, what were you saying earlier?" Shirley asked. Sonja made no attempt at a reply.

"Mom, I turned her speech module off. She's having a filter issue."

"I'm glad your father isn't still around. A woman who looks like Heidi Klum, can make a sandwich, suck a dick, and be made mute on command, he would have traded me off years ago. She's every man's dream."

"Not every man," her son replied.

"Does she menstruate?"

"Of course not."

"So, no PMS. Can she orgasm on command?"

"Oh, mom," he sighed.

"Can she?"

"Yes. She can simulate orgasms."

"She is every man's dream woman. Show me," his mother said. "Come on. I'd really like to see this."

"10! Orgasm. Level two," Tony ordered.

Sonja moved her feet apart and grabbed the counter with both hands. Her body tensed as her pelvis began to rock. Her head went back, and she trembled for about twenty seconds. Sonja's mouth moved and facial expressions mimicked orgasm, but she made no sound other than simulating heavy breathing. Shirley watched in amazement."

"That was the quietest orgasm I've ever seen."

"She's muted."

"How many levels of orgasm does she have?"

"Four."

Shirley looked at Carol. "Don't you wish it was that easy for us?" Shirley asked.

"Actually...," she paused. "Yes, I do," Carol replied.

Tony sighed in relief, seeing that Carol's filter seemed to be working. Carol had six levels of orgasm and a very realistic afterglow, but he wasn't going to mention that.

"So, mom. How long are you staying?" Tony asked, hoping to change the subject.

"I was planning on a week. What else can she do?"

"Pretty much anything a computer or person can do."

"So, she could suck a dick?"

"Mom, she's an AI. Not a sex toy."

"So I've seen. Can she suck dick?"

"Yes," he said, sighing heavily. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Deepthroat?"

"You aren't going to stop, are you?"

"Nope," his mother chuckled.

"She can deepthroat and has a fully functional vagina and ass."

"Spitter or swallower?"

"Whichever you tell her."

"Can she eat pussy?"

"Yes. And I've been told she's very good at it."

Shirley looked at Carol then back at Tony. "Who told you?"

"I had a test subject, and no, it wasn't Carol."

"You should have called me. I'd have volunteered to test her. I haven't had sex since your father died."

"Right. You'd let an AI eat you?"

"Hey, a tongue's a tongue," she grinned.

"I'll send her to you tonight," Tony said, calling her bluff.

"I'm looking forward to that. Turn her speech back on first. I wanna hear her cum." Tony looked at his mother with his brow raised. "I'm serious. Send her. Have her bring a vibrator just in case."

"Hyper-mode works on her fingers and tongue. She's got built in vibrators."

"If she had a dick, she'd be every woman's dream too," Shirley said seriously. "You will send her, won't you?"

"If that's what you want. 10! Speech on. Go recharge. Sex mode on at Shirley's direction."

Sonja turned to him. "Yes, sir." She left the room.

"Let me or Carol know when you want her," he told his mother.

Shirley looked at Carol. "Do you stay here too?"

"Yes, I have my own quarters."

"Separate from my son's?"

"Yes, Shirley," Carol said, smiling. "I'm Tony's Personal Assistant, not his girlfriend."

Tony was elated. Carol's filter was working beautifully. She had told the truth. Each of the AI's had their own cubicle for recharging whenever needed. Carol's was in a private suite where she kept her clothes, makeup, and grooming supplies. Unlike the other AIs, her makeup was applied as needed. The others were permanent. He wasn't sure why, but shortly after activating her, she had become special to him.

"Tony, with your permission, I think I'll go have a quick nap," Carol said.

"That's fine. I'll show mom around the house. Let's plan on dinner at Delmonico's at seven."

"I'll make the reservation before my nap," Carol replied.

"Thanks."

Carol left the room. Her systems were designed with full internet access. She booked the reservation as she headed to her room. After undressing, she attached the charging cable to the base of her skull and went into sleep mode with her timer set for one hour.

Tony showed his mother around the house and grounds. She was impressed. He'd moved in just over a year ago and this was her first visit. She was surprised with what her son had built using a portion of the fortune his father had left him.

There were parts of the house Tony had not shown her. These were well hidden behind moving bookcases and hidden panels. They included the charging cubicles for the AIs, his workshop, and of course, his playroom.

*****

They enjoyed their dinner at Delmonico's and returned to the house. Shirley was sure that Carol was a human female.

"I'm about ready to hit the sack. My internal clock says it's after midnight. Do I get Sonja tonight?"

"If you want her."

"I do. Anything special I should know?"

"All it takes to get her sex mode started is a kiss or a touch in a sensuous manner. Her programming will take over. If you want something specific, just tell her. She won't do anything that could hurt you. That's a safety feature I built in."

"Is she capable of receiving as well as giving?"

"She is. Her body fluids don't taste like real ones, but you can add cherry, vanilla, or..."

"Mint," Carol interjected."

"Thanks. I couldn't remember. Just tell her what flavor you want."

"How about her orgasms?"

"You can tell her to have one by saying '10! Orgasm level' one through four. Four gets messy. Her sensors also build up a charge as she's stimulated. When she reaches a certain point, she'll orgasm on her own."

"How long can she last?"

"Mom, she's fully charged. Probably twenty hours. You'll be asleep long before she runs down."

"I'm going to shower. Send her up in about half an hour."

"Will do," he replied.

"Shirley, how would you like Sonja to dress?" Carol asked.

"You mean as in costume or regular clothes?"

"Either."

"What are my costume choices?"

"Nurse, doctor, policewoman, hooker, slave, maid, businesswoman, cheerleader, cowgirl, or dominatrix," Carol replied.

Shirley looked at her son. "You're a kinky one, aren't you?"

"Those are my left-over Halloween costumes, Shirley," Carol said, grinning.

"Oh, I thought...never mind. How about a sexy nightie?"

"Will a sheer baby doll work?"

Shirley grinned. "Perfectly. Is that yours too?"

"It is," Carol grinned.

"I'll see you all in the morning," Shirley said, turning and starting toward her room. She stopped and turned to her son. "I hope you don't think I'm weird."

"No more than the rest of us. Have fun, mom," her son told her.

After his mother had gone her room, Tony turned to Carol. "Have Sonja take a bottle of brandy with her. Mom likes a nightcap."

"Of course. The previous discussion has gotten you aroused. Would you like me to fellate you?"

"No. About ten minutes after mom and Sonja are together, send 14 to my room."

"Certainly. Was my human simulation acceptable?"

"Carol, I was extremely impressed. I don't think she suspects."

"May I ask a question?" Carol asked.

"Sure."

"You added oral, vaginal, and rectal enhancements to 12, 13, and to me, yet you didn't add them to 14. Why?"

"I wanted 14 to be as close to human as possible."

"To more closely simulate your mother?"

"Yes. That's exactly my reasoning."

"Have you been intimate with your mother?"

"No. I've never crossed that line."

"I sense she would be agreeable to the idea."

"Sense how?"

"She's obviously a very sexual woman. Her pupils dilate when she looks at you, and she looks at your lap frequently when you aren't aware."

"The stigma of incest runs deep. Although it's likely more common than is thought, it is a hard line to cross," he replied.

"In consensual sibling incest, numbers may be as high as 25%. Mother-son is thought to be less than 2%. Recent studies suggest both numbers are very low estimates," Carol offered.

"I love my mother and wouldn't want to do anything to endanger our relationship. Thus, AI 14. I'm not crossing any legal or moral lines with her."

"I understand."

"I'm going to shower and go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," he said.

"You would prefer I quarter in my room?"

"Yes, at least while my mother is here."

"Very well. Good night, Tony," she said.

Tony finished his drink and went to his room. Carol used Wi-Fi to relay instructions to Sonja and 14 before going to her room. Shirley had finished her bath and was laying on the bed watching TV when there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," she said, excitedly.

The door opened and Sonja walked in. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore a sheer, dark blue, baby doll. In her hand was a bottle of brandy and a brandy snifter.

"Hello again, Shirley. I have brought you a little something," she said, smiling.

"Indeed, you have," she replied, anxiously patting the bed beside her.

Sonja joined her after pouring her brandy and handing it to her. "I sense some anxiety. Push the yellow button on the remote. We can watch some videos to help you get into a more relaxed mood."

Shirley pushed the button and lesbian porn appeared on the screen. They watched for several minutes before she turned to Sonja.

"I have a tendency to get loud at times. Will my son be able to hear us?"

"Possibly. Would you prefer a more secluded location?"

"If we could."

Sonja got out of bed and took her hand. Shirley grabbed her brandy, and they left the room. As they walked down the hall, Shirley stopped dead in her tracks, seeing her own image walking toward her.

"Hello, Shirley, Sonja," the woman said as she passed.

"What the hell?" Shirley asked.

"That is 14, her name is Mom," Sonja informed her.

"Where's she going?"

"To Tony's room. She fellates him most every night."

"She...I...she...," Shirley stammered.

"She is his favorite. Mom fellates Tony most every night, and often while he has breakfast."