Includes: Robby Echo, discovering his step-mother, Natasha Nice, is a robot, creampie

Come with me to meet my step-mother, Natasha. She always says the right thing, she never raises her voice in anger, she knows 8 languages and she works for my Step-Dad at THE National Robotics Initiative for Nasa. When you look at her you'd think "what a beautiful and smart woman," and she is, but she's not a woman, she's a robot.

My step-mother p*ssed away at birth and my step-father knew his demanding job wouldn't allow him to raise me on his own. He went through several prototypes before he designed the woman I come to know as step-mother, Natasha, the perfect woman. Natasha was designed in my late step-mother's likeness. She can remember events and she backlogs those memories to help her run more efficiently. Her memory is also updated by my step-father once per month through the laptop while he works abroad. That's how I came to find out that my step-mother was, in fact, a robot. It was just last Spring when she was hooked up to the laptop. I heard the b*zzing and beeping from my bedroom. I tiptoed into her room, right through the bedroom door with it's faulty lock and saw my step-mother's eyes whirling as the wires connected her to her latest upload. My voice quivered in fear, "step-mom?" She grabbed my wrist, swung her head around, her red eyes glowed at me, "GO," she demanded in a low-toned robotic voice. I ran away in fear and grabbed my nine iron and clutched it close to me, I stared at the door waiting for her to come in and attack like the Terminator, it never happened. The hours p*ssed, my grip relaxed, I fell resting and woke up to the birds singing. I called out to my step-mother, ready to strike her with the club if she attacks, but didn't see her. I remembered it's Saturday, oh-- the day she volunteers at church. She came in the door and handed a package, "guess who remembered your Birthday, late as usual, but at least he remembered," she said in her sweet sing-songy voice. I scrunched my brow in confusion, where were her beady red eyes, and the wires coming out from her skin? I accepted the box from her, cautiously, she went into the kitchen, as she does every morning when I wake, to make English Breakfast tea.

I opened my step-father's gift box, and it was a remote control with a letter explaining what I expected, my step-mother was a robot. He told me that she can be programmed to my liking and gave me instructions on how to fine-tune her personality to my liking. The remote control had a few auto-buttons that step-dad thought I might enjoy as a y*ung man with brand new needs. I pushed the one labeled, "STRPR" and my step-mother dropped her tea. My jaw dropped, my heart raced, I held my breath as I watched her eyes turn red, green, bl*e, she was being altered to become the woman I could never confess I wanted, not even to a friend, my step-mother is becoming a sultry stripper, with an insatiable hunger for my c*ck, and I can't wait to explore all of her channels.

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