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Chapter 7: Deion, the NeighborJohn 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 Ankara escort 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, Ankara escort bayan 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 Escort Ankara 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.
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