He putthe wig on me. I tried shaking my head to see if the wig would fly to theother side of the room. It didn't. It was stuck in my head as it wasglu...d. I didn't know why I couldn't have my own hair. But I suppose that Ihad to have girl's hair on me if I was wearing girl's clothes.For the third time, I walked into the dark sitting room. The old ladylooked at me and then commanded me to look in a mirror. I couldn't believemy eyes; I looked exactly like the girl in her pictures. I felt a bit. “I am more than a construct for running an interstellar spaceship. My function has expanded.”Any semblance of sleep fell off me. Our tumble through the wormhole had affected him more than I had believed. My mother was the A.I. expert not me, yet I felt certain he had developed a split personality. If it were a logic error, then could signal an upcoming breakdown. I had intuitively avoided any real conflict with him about the adjustment in my medical nanomites. For one thing, Webster’s adaptive. I could clearly see all 3 barbells and my clit poking through my clit ring. It was going to be so embarrassing letting people look at it. I had a little chuckle thinking that it was a good job that we didn’t have ID cards like that back in England.The receptionist then told me that the CEO of the company wanted to see me. She led me up the stairs to a big office. Just before she opened the door she told me that I needed to ‘present’ myself to the boss.Before I had a chance to ask her if that. Her pussy-walls grasped my cock. Her legs came up and wrapped around my back, her arms encircled my neck, and her mouth pressed against mine. I wondered if she was awake or if she still thought she was dreaming, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that my mom was one hell of my first fuck!I varied my strokes, withdrawing about half a cock length, I plunged it back to the hilt in one sharp thrust. Mom gasped into my mouth. Then, I started a slower rhythmic motion, pushing my cock in and out,.