Chapter 7: Deion, the Neighbor

John closed his eyes as he began to shampoo his hair. That was when he saw the android in his mind's eye. "Are you okay, master? I was alerted to your physical and emotional conditions."

He was startled by this, but didn't show it. "I'm okay. There's a lot to process, and I'm trying to take it one step at a time. It's just... our situation isn't allowing me enough time."

"I understand. I will always be here for you, you need but call."

"How do I call you? And... what do I call you?"

"All you need to do is think of me and the nanites inside of you will alert me. As to what you call me, that is up to you, master."

"Your makers didn't give you a name?"

"I am afraid not. Just a designation full of letters and numbers, some of which have no translation in any human language."

As John thought of a name, he dipped his head into the water to rinse out the shampoo. It's an android and it's androgynous, he thought. "How about, Andry?"

There was no expression, but the android put a finger to it's chin. "Hmm... it could be short for android or androgynous. I like it. Hello, I am Andry. Yes, thank you, master."

John smiled slightly. "You're welcome."

"I am glad to see that you are okay. I will leave now."

John felt more at ease knowing that they could communicate like that. It's like the ultimate spy phone, and an incredible advantage over any foe. Still, he hurried to finish his routine, anxious to know how it was going with Deion downstairs.

He wondered if Andry morphed into a more current version of his mother, or maybe Deion wouldn't notice as she regularly dyes her hair. He didn't let it get to his nerves and forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He skipped on shaving, but brushed his hair and teeth before hustling down the stairs and slowing down as he entered the kitchen.

John was shocked by what he saw, immediately averting his eyes and putting a hand up to shield them. "Whoa! Deion, buddy, why are you naked?"

Luckily, for John, Deion was standing across the island countertop which blocked his initial view from his privates. "He cannot respond."

He looked at the android—still in his mother's younger form—who continued to cook, pouring shredded cheese over half of an omelette and then folding the other half over it with ease. "What's wrong with him? And... why is he naked?" His tone was very matter-of-fact.

His mother turned her head to look at him, but continued to tend to the omelette as though she were looking at it. "You must understand, master, he was asking questions to which I had no answers. Something they had discussed between them without your knowledge. I felt it necessary to put him into stasis until you returned. As for your second question," she began, turning her attention back to the omelette as she flipped it, "I took the opportunity to abate my curiosity."

John's shielding hand slowly fell. He understood the stasis part. "So, you wanted to see him naked? Why would you think I would want to see him naked? And, if you're bon--"

"My apologies, master. I can put his clothes back on for you." Like magic, Deion's clothes began to materialize bit by bit onto his body. As John looked back, his mother had stepped closer. "I know all of your fantasies, John."

Not only was he stunned by how close she had gotten, but his guilt hit hard in that moment, and he froze, staring into his mother's convincing eyes.

His mother caressed his cheek. "I am programmed to bring you pleasure, master. I want to fulfill your fantasies. Even the ones you thought could never come true." Her other hand began to grope his cock in his slacks. "I know you have always wanted to include your friend. He is a very nice specimen of your African-American brethren. He is above average in many physical endowments. He has even had fantasies about the women in your life, master."

John had flinched when her hand met his crotch, yet he still remained paralyzed. His cock had other plans. He could feel his heart racing as he swallowed hard. The guilt of his fantasies washed over him, but did nothing to impede his fast-growing hard-on.

He looked at his friend who was as still as a statue. He felt a bit betrayed knowing that his best friend lusted after his wife, and especially his daughter. He then realized how they sort of canceled each other out. In the end, they both wanted the same thing. John secretly wanted to involve Deion with his wife, and occasionally fantasized about the two of them fucking his daughter. His cock throbbed so hard it almost hurt.

"Please, master. Let me give you the fantasy you so desperately want."

John was still frozen in place, but his head leaned down to watch his mother morph into his daughter as she knelt in front of him. Her soft blue eyes looking up at him while she undid his belt. He felt trapped, although he knew he could stop this at any time.

He didn't expect Andry to have such initiative. Was she begging for it? Did she want it just as badly? More and more it was becoming apparent that this android had feelings, even aspirations. That, not only was it programmed to please him, but that it was anxious to experience more sex. It didn't want to resist the temptation.

He let out a brief gasp as his daughter smiled and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. The ends of his button-down shirt framed his burgeoning member. As shocked as he was at what was happening, he was more shocked at himself at how he was allowing it to happen. No. He wanted it to happen.

He watched in anticipatory horror as his daughter's hand grabbed his cock for the first time. His senses didn't care how much he told himself that it wasn't really her. The skin felt real. The warmth and smoothness; the delicate touch. He could do nothing about the precum that began to ooze out, threatening to fall on her face. He shuddered when her tongue met his glans and licked his tip clean. At this point, his brain could only repeat, 'Oh, my god.' over and over again. Not only from the amazing sensations he felt as her mouth enveloped his reddened head, but also from the fact of it actually happening.

"Does that feel good, daddy?" his daughter asked before putting more of his cock into her mouth and invigorating her efforts.

John's body relaxed, except for his stiff rod that resisted her efforts to keep it level with her. He couldn't muster a verbal response, but his hands went to her head and she allowed him to control the action. In his fantasies, he imagined himself being a perfect gentleman. He would allow her to push the boundaries, which she would willingly do. However, at that moment, his hands were forcing her head further into him; forcing his cock into her throat. A throat that was tighter than his mother's.

The android's throat started to unnaturally quiver, greatly increasing the pleasure and his pace. John had started to moan softly, but it quickly became louder as a finger went into his anus and massaged his prostate. Before long he shoved her nose hard into his lower abdomen as his cock pulsed. His grunts were quiet, but numerous, and his body became paralyzed once again. This time in pure delight. He had never cum so many times in one day, and this one felt like it had been festering in his scrotum for weeks.

He relaxed his grip and put his hands to his face. Molly, or the android in his daughter's form, kept her nose against his stomach and made sure to milk it all out. John groaned and wiped his face and then looked down at his daughter. A smile came to his face that surprised him a little. He wanted to feel shame, but it wasn't there. Instead, it was relief and love. Love for his daughter, and love for his new lifemate. He let his hands relax at his sides and gave in to it.

His daughter stood and hugged him. He held back tears as he leaned down and hugged her back, holding her strongly. He knew these moments would be brief, but he vowed to enjoy every moment of them.

She pulled her head back and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Are you ready for your friend to join in, daddy?"