Being nearly fifteen – again – with nothing of substance to do and no family around me was beginning to wear on me. Like virtually every other man...on earth, I needed a purpose. Without one there was a real chance of going stir crazy. I searched for something – anything – to give me that purpose without success.Then purpose came looking for me.The Florida winter sky reminded me of the sky in North Carolina just before a heavy snow. I flinched as I headed from the house to the Jag. My personal. He's panting loudly and calls me a fucking tease. I pull my cock out to stroke it while I'm sucking him. He roughly grabs my head and aims it for his throbbing cock. I act like I don't want it and it tuns him on more.. He says.. take this dick bitch, you make it hard with all your talk and sucking. you are going to be my bitch until I'm satisfied. I struggle a lil so he will force my head onto his throbbing member. I stick my tounge out as he forces his hard cock into my mouth. He pushs my. You have the responsibility of life or death over us. Do you understand?”I nodded slowly, and she gentled her tone.“An AI isn’t human; Ship doesn’t share our values or perspective. Once it’s made a gene selection, it largely ignores us. It’s your job to command us. You’re our captain, the future of our species, and our ruler. But you’ll have a long time to grow into that role.”Even with the datafeed reduced to a low background murmur, I still felt overwhelmed. Mother noticed me rubbing my. “Get down there, see if you can lick her clit while I fuck her.” Opening her legs wider, she gasped as I knelt at the foot of the bed. “I can see your tight arse in the mirror, hold your arse cheeks apart for me.” I did as I was told. “Finger it for me.” With the middle digit on my hand, I could sense she had done a good job of stretching me. I pushed it in to a cacophony of gasps from her as she rode on her husband’s cock. My cock felt so hard between my legs, the deviancy of a bisexual.