" I make up a lame excuse as I walk to our fridge and open the doors, revealing the food utopia in my own home. I pull out eggs, bacon, pancake mix, m...lk, and all the other ingredients used to make a feast fit for kings. As I began cooking, my mom walks up to me and gives me a sloppy kiss on the side of my head. "I am off to work, honey!" she says as she walks out of the door. As soon as she leaves, James comes down the stairs. He too is dressed for work, and he heads out the door without so. She kissed my knuckles and whispered, "I taste sweeter than my perfume."My cock twitched and shifted between our bodies. Her smile broadened, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and pushed her hips forward, trapping my cock tightly between our bodies which made it twitched harder.I pulled her tighter to me and whispered back, "It's not your perfume that I was referring to."Our eyes locked, the room floated away, taking with it all the noise and bustle. All I could hear was my heart. It was a really hot, creamy load. I opened my mouth to allow him to get every last drop in. That seemed to be the cue for the others to finish the job and the guys began to form a circle around me, concentrating hard, as their hands and wrists moved backwards and forwards in a unified display of masturbation. I didn’t mind if they came in my mouth or on my face or my breasts. Whatever made them happy was fine with me. I just sat there with my mouth open slightly, one hand teasing my nipple and. While the machines made the final adjustments and he was lifted by a robotic arm out of the bio tank and into a warm bath of soapy water he checked the time stamp of the last memory dump and compared it to the current date.Over ten month had passed since then. His predecessor must have met his fate somewhere on that journey. The impulse that started the animation machine raising the mindless clone had come from an implanted device in the original body. It was only a single data burst containing.