Lory Lace - My A.I Step Mom (Part 3)

This is my latest creation, Luke says, nodding at the android copy of his wife. "Is that Lory?" Cory asks. Luke shakes his head. "An AI version. Her body, your step-sister's personality, stripped out." Lory is still away. This isn't her. Cory thinks he's joking, but then speaks to the figure. "I do not compute." No trace of Lory there. Luke nods at her chest. "Go on." She hesitates, then palms the stiff peaks. Warm. Real enough to fool her fingers. Luke says it took months. He kneels the bot between Cory's knees. "Eat her pussy," he tells it. Cory catches her breath. The model licks obediently, tongue stroking hard, and she lets it. Minutes slip past, the wet sound filling the room. The bot leans back, spreading itself wide. Cory's tongue finds the silicone nipples, flicks them, wonders at the give of skin. She drops lower. Heat. Taste. Luke’s hand cups one heavy breast while her mouth works between those parted thighs. "I’m taking her to the gym," he says. "Meet us there."