Chapter 1 - Mumbai Gambit

 The music blared as Anand made his way up the neon stairs to the VIP section of the Bhagavad. Blood stained the collar of his suit and some dripped down his fingers from a minor cut in his upper torso - to his enhanced physique it was only a minor scratch. Less, since it would repair itself by the time that he got his drink. 

 The Khan family did not officially own the Bhagavad, and as far as Anand knew the nominal owner was a paper ghost. The club was once the darling of his parents; since the relationship between them grew strained, his father entrusted the place to him once he came of age, and most of his nights were now spent mingling with the elites of Mumbai and solving minor problems for the family. 

 Over two meters tall, Anand struck most as an imposing figure. His thick dark hair was slicked back in a modern fashion, but the prominent cheekbones and thick beard brought instinctual recognition in many of a priestly and kingly figure. 

 He was respected. 

 And by those that knew better, he was feared. 

 As he reached the VIP area proper, a waitress came over to him. In any other place, her elegant designer attire could have been mistaken for that of a client. But Anand recognized her as one of his own. 

“Sir? Your friends are waiting for you at the table.” 

“Thank you…” he left a space open for her name. 

 A hurt smile played upon her lips. “Siddhi, sir.” 

“Right. Of course.”  

 Of course, Anand knew her name. Not only that, but he knew her last name from before she changed it and moved to Mumbai to start a few life, and she knew her address here and the location of her old parents’ home out in the country. As a business owner, it would have been irresponsible not to dig into the background of his employees. But that hardly meant he needed to befriend them. He had slept with one waitress too many in his early days to know it was better to avoid getting that personal.

 Brightly-colored fish swam under the glass floor of the VIP area, while ghostly lit waterfalls separated one section from another. Siddhi led him to the space overlooking the dance floor below, where he met with a few of his friends. Well, business partners. But those were the few people he could call friends nowadays.

“Anand, my boy, sit down,” Prakash insisted. The CEO of a local banking corp, the guy was ninety-two but looked closer to fifty. In his lap were two hotties wearing slinky dresses, the sort of faces that came and went without notice. 

 Anand had fucked thousands of those, too. 

“I’m not sure I have much time tonight,” said Anand, trying to appear apologetic. “We’ve got some troublemakers downstairs.”  

 Raghu, the only person there younger than he was, laughed. “Don’t they know not to mess with your family? I swear, some people are so stupid…” 

 One of the chicks sitting at the table reached out and tried to take him by the wrist. Though she pulled on him with all her strength, it wasn’t even enough to get him to move an inch. Anand grinned and shrugged. “The Bhagavad gets questionable clientele.” 

 Drunk, Prakash made a face. “Now, now…”

 The one tugging on his arm did not look half-bad. Anand’s eyes followed the curve of her figure and found himself intrigued. “You are?...” 

“A--” 

 Just as she prepared to answer, his phone rang. Anand raised a finger to excuse himself, then went out to the railing overlooking the dance floor to answer. His mother…

“Hello?” he said. 

“There are you are, at last!”  

“At last? Did you call before?” 

“No,” she said with a lazy drawl, “I’ve been thinking about you for a while.” 

 Though she wasn’t even present, the controlled emphasis in her words and the sweet tone of voice were enough to trigger his arousal. “I tried calling you earlier.”

“I was busy, darling. You know my life is too full at times.” 

 Too full for her own son? Anand wasn’t even sure what kept her so busy. The interactions between his mother and father came down to a few dinners a week and little else. The old man was too busy trying to keep the family organized and working his way through a harem of young things that made their way to his safe havens from all over the country. Why he would choose any of those throwaways over his wife, Anand wasn’t sure. Though his feeling was that he simply grew too old to keep up with a woman like Satya. 

“Anyway, there’s a matter that requires your attention.” 

“Oh?” 

“Your father has made a deal with some locals to trade. Down by slums.” 

“And?” 

“Old Vikas has been put in charge, but he has no idea that one of these young local gangs have put a hit on them. They’re going to take everything from us if you don’t act fast.” 

 Suddenly, the blood rushed through his system. “And you know this how?” 

“Please, my prince. You know your mommy has her ways.” A dark giggle came through the speaker that made him shudder. “Tell no one that I’ve told you this. But see to it that we don’t lose that shipment.”

 Anand started running towards the staff area before Satya ended the call. Damn her. Could she not have warned me sooner? He had no precise location and no idea what time this thing was going down at. Nevertheless, he made his way to the private garage downstairs and mounted one of his sportsbikes. 

“S-Sir?” said one of the employees, a new guy that probably never saw his face before. 

“Open the doors,” Anand ordered. “Now.” 

 He tried reaching Vikas and the others by phone, but no one answered. God damn them. 

 The streets of the slums would have been impossible to navigate at this hour at the speed required to get there. In the last few decades, the government gave up on fixing them up at all as all the elites switched over to helicopters instead. At first, the convenience of flying anywhere at will was exhilarating. In only two years time, the traffic got bad enough that helicopters needed to wait to get permission for take-off. Nowadays, only the ultra-rich could afford the privilege of flying at rush hours. The others would have to wait to get their time in the sky. 

 Anand could have gone there now, but he missed the rush of an engine under his full control and the joy of going at full speed on a bike. Thankfully, a private company in which he himself became an investor had begun to build a series of tubes around the city that went along the normal skywalks. They were snug, just perfect to go by bike, and expensive enough that only a few people could get access. 

 The miles flew past as he rode the tube. It only took him twelve minutes to reach Vikas, but it was too late. All around him he could hear gunshots, and his father’s men were crouched behind walls, shooting out whenever they got a chance to.

 Anand expected to see some gang of youths firing liberally; instead, what he saw was a group of professionals fully equipped with helmets and shields. A few from behind the shields were throwing out smoke grenades while others kept the Khan troops down.

 This is no ordinary fucking gang, thought Anand, a little angry with his mother for underselling the situation. All that he was equipped with was a pistol. Not even a rifle would’ve been enough to deal with these guys. What was needed was a small army. 

 As the main party of the enemy forces made their way out, a death squad made their way forwards to clean up Vikas’s remaining forces. There were only four of them, and from his angle, Anand could flank them. There was no time to think. 

 He revved up the engine, then rode it at full speed towards them. They noticed it as he approached and started shooting, but Anand let it slide sideways and got behind it the other way, using it as a shield, jumping off only a moment before the angry metal god slammed into the enemy. 

 Anand went after them, conserving his bullets to get the best shot. Weighed down by their armor, it was easy to dance around them, and with the first he just lifted the visor of the helmet and shot him cleanly between the eyes. As he went down, Anand grabbed the heavy-impact rifle and used it to mow down the remaining three, only seconds before they shot him. 

 Once it was all over, Vikas came out from behind cover, his grey hair stuck over his damp forehead. “A little help, maybe?” snapped Anand. 





 He went there to help and only got blamed for not showing up in time and not sharing information. “Your father will hear of this,” Vikas warned. 

 Too tired to go back to the club, Anand returned home. Ghita High rose in the middle of the city. It was an apartment complex, one entirely owned by the Khans. The last two floors were used by the family, with Anand getting the lower part that came with the servant quarters and gym facility, while his parents got to enjoy the luxurious penthouse all by themselves. With his father mostly gone, it was entirely his mother’s domain. 

 The trusted android of the German security company waited inside the elevator. The blonde smiled at him. “Welcome home, sir.” 

“Thank you, Jonas.” 

 Many people felt uncomfortable among androids. In fact, a few of the more superstitious Mumbai families even refused to live in a building manned by android security. Anand felt happy knowing he was guarded over by machines. It was a bad feeling to trust foreign androids with his safety more than those sworn in service to the family, but everyone was hungry to go up the ranks. Killing us is the dream of making kingmakers, I’m sure. 

 Once he reached the floor, one more waiting area full of android security separated him from home. He greeted these men as well and they nodded back respectfully, then he entered his home. Usually, he would have checked in with his mother. Now, he went straight for the shower. 

 As the warm water ran down his chiseled body, a voice called out over the running water. “Honey, is that you? You’re home already?” 

 Anand paused the flowing water and opened the door. Before him stood a familiar figure. The beautiful light-brown face that he had known his entire life, crowned with jewels for eyes and a wet mouth that looked like a ripe fruit. Only the designer proportions of the body with the obscenely wide hips and big breasts was a reminder that this was not his mother, Satya, but the android: Arpita. 

 She had been his gift from his mother when he came of age, just as his father gave him the club. What better way to keep an eye on him and instill constant fear than by making another version of herself? That it was improved upon and made as attractive as possible in an almost godlike fashion was characteristic of his mother’s ego. Though it was doubtful she ever suspected Anand would get so much use out of the android as he did...

 As far as Arpita went, she did everything and let anything be done to her. If Anand commanded her to suck his dick all night and day, she would have done so without complaint. Though it was his mother that ordered her made, Arpita gave herself over to Anand entirely. There was nothing she would not or could not do for him. She filtered every news update and gave him the most relevant information without making it seem like a program going through its script. She could recite the entirety of the Bhagavad Gita, Bible, or Qur’an if he asked her to, even as he deepthroated her. If Anand brought home other girls, she went out of her way to make them feel welcome and tried to make sure everyone got the pleasure needed and deserved. 

 All in all, she was perfection. Everything a guy could ask her. 

 There was only a few fatal flaws. The minor one was that she remained an android, programmed to be this way, that would never age or develop in any significant manner.

 And furthermore… she was not Satya, not matter how much she resembled her. There were things about his mother that not even a perfectly designed android could emulate. 

 Arpita took a step closer and let her hand slide down the side of his arm. “Would you like me to join you in the shower?” 

“I would,” said Anand with a grin. “But since I’m done, why don’t I just take you to the bedroom instead?” 

 His android gave a mischievous smile in return. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed, his body still dripping wet, then dropped her down. The round ass and big tits were enough to make him want to fuck her silly, but it was his mother’s eyes staring back at him that did the trick. 

 Grabbing her by the throat, Anand joined her in bed, pushing her down into the pillows as his throbbing dick moved between her protruding hip bones. Arpita’s hand sought out the shaft and brought it down to her pussy, spreading her legs to ease its way inside as Anand began to push. 

 The young Khan had tried so much pussy in his life, yet most of it was the same. With Arpita, he could truly tell that her hole was the highest craftsmanship. The way she sucked him in between its silken folds and pressed around his veiny member was incomparable to what any human pussy could do. This was simply better. 

 Staring into her eyes, into the perfect copies of Satya’s, he began to push in and out of her, fucking her as hard as he could, the perfect muscles of his back flexing in unison as he limbs wrapped around him submissively. “Fuck me, my king,” she begged him. “Take me as hard as you like. I exist for you.” 

 His thumbs played along the length of her throat, thinking of pushing down tighter to choke her. She wouldn’t die, of course. Could not die. At most she could have pretended to for his satisfaction, and then the system would reboot whenever he wanted it. Knowing that whatever he did would ultimately not make a difference was part of why the real thing would always be better, no matter how perfectly made the androids were. 

 Still, those eyes…

“Are you enjoying yourself?” a voice said. 

 Anand stilled for only a moment, recognizing his mother’s condescending tone. Then, aware that she was watching everything that happened, he went on fucking Arpita as hard as he could, showing Satya exactly what his own body was capable of doing.

“I should have never gifted you that thing,” his mother said, coming closer. She took a seat next to the bed and crossed her legs, her dark heels glimmering. Though he did not lift his eyes to meet her gaze, his own stuck with the dimpled knees as she shifted around in her suit. “Aren’t you going to speak?”

“I’m busy,” he said, pretending to be enjoying himself a little too much. 

“I can see that. You know, it’s flattering of you to enjoy fucking a thing with my face so much.”

“She’s not a thing.” 

“Of course she is.” As he looked down at Arpita’s face, his mother’s slender fingers passed over them, going over the curve of her lips and nose. “She’s only a pale imitation of the real thing.”

“You should say that to the engineers.” Anand laughed and the android laughed with him, then went right back to moaning as he started finishing her off. With a few illustrative thrusts that could prove to his mother that he was far more than the simple playboy she thought him to be, he came inside of her and steeled his gaze as he rose, more like a lion having finished devouring its prey than a boy being doing playing with his toy. 

 He stood naked before Satya, meeting her gaze, his dick still coming and throbbing. His mother’s eyes went down to the majestic shaft and an amused look came over her. “There are some good things my side of the family has passed down to you, Anand.” 

“Is that so?”

“Alas, being a constant disappointment is a trait you’ve inherited from your mercurial father.” Satya leaned back and sighed like a bored empress. Strangely, the usual sexy designer dresses she wore had been replaced by a dark suit embroidered with gold string. Was she changing her appearance? “Did I not tell you to stop the stealing of that shipment?” 

 Was she being serious? It was her fault they weren’t informed any sooner! “I hope you’re joking,” he snapped. “I did everything I could.” 

“I heard. Your usual Bollywood theatrics. I’m sure it looked wonderful. Perhaps some of those dummy waitresses will get wet in your presence if videos of your feat ever gets shared online. But at the end of the day, you failed to secure the shipment. That was your only task. The rest is utterly meaningless. You endangered yourself to save the lives of foot soldiers. Pure bloody idiocy.” 

 Anand wanted to talk back, to disagree, but despite being three times her size he could feel himself shrink down before her harsh words. “There wasn’t enough time,” he insisted, lowering his tone. 

“Perhaps… Though I’m still allowed to be disappointed, aren’t I? As it happens, I come bearing good news. I know where this shipment is, and I’d like you to retrieve it for us.” 

“You’ve informed--”

“No one. Only you. Vikas is a failure. It would have been better if you let him get his brains blown out - I imagine most of his neurons have already short circuited over the last few years. Poor old man... In any case, it’s time that your father sees you’re ready to move on. Do you want to be seen as the playboy with the nice club for the rest of your life?”

 Was that so bad? Others would have killed to be in his position. Nevertheless, he could see her point. The Khans were royalty in this city and enforcers of the natural hierarchy. As things stood, if anything happened to his father, there was no telling who the family would rally behind. Anand? Perhaps. But it was just as well they could go with one of his father’s loyal subordinates. 

“People need to see your face out there and connect you with positive change,” Satya insisted. “Plus… you’ll be rewarded for your service.”

“Rewarded? In what way?” 

 Satya grinned in a powerful way he rarely saw - it took his breath away and brought him back to being the small child clinging to her warm bosom. “I’ll give you a demonstration of why androids are so beneath us.” 





 One of the downsides of being a playboy was that there were no trustworthy warriors in his ranks to take with him on a job. At the club, he was both the manager and the muscle. Reputation was enough to ward off most troublemakers. I’ll need to get some in the future. 

 Satya told him where the shipment was, but something about it rubbed him the wrong way. She knew he lacked the manpower to get it alone; there was no way she would bank on him being so stupid as to take hired guns to settle such a personal matter. 

 She wants to see how I get it done, Anand realized. 

 Using all of his strings from the club, he conducted a short investigation into who their enemies were. First, who owned the land where the product was deposited, working their way up a list of names until they got to a certain Sarmar Likh. The CFO of an international company whose actual services seemed very vague. That’s our guy.

 He intercepted a few conversations between his father’s men and those of the other crews. Vikas, it seemed, had discovered where the shipment was and planned to get it back by force. 

 To spare the lieutenant and his men, Anand decided to make a call despite his better judgment. “Anand? Is this you?”

“It is,” he explained. “I’ve heard you’re going after those guys from last time. Don’t. Leave it to me.”

“Leave it to you?” The old man snorted derisively. “Your father entrusted this to me. Bad enough what you did last time. Can you imagine what would have happened if you died under my watch? If Khan’s own son went down as a victim of some random gunfight while I stood a few feet away? That would be my head, Anand.” 

 So the old man was mad. Understandable. Anand supposed the history between them wasn’t that great. Vikas, for all his faults, was a loyal man. He might’ve looked forward to supplanting his father, but he would have never done it by backstabbing to get himself to the top. If others did that, though, and one day Khan was dead, would he truly side with Anand? That was another matter. 

“Just give me a day’s time,” he insisted. “I’ll get us the shipment.” 

“Stay out of this, Anand,” Vikas warned. “Do not make me involve your father in this.” 

 So much for trying to talk sense into him. 

 As it happened, coming into contact with Sarmar turned out to be easy. A friend of his frequented the club, one dumb enough not to realize the connections between them. Anand got close enough to suggest a trip to a private spa just outside the city. “I’ll pick you and your friend up,” said Anand. 

“Truly?” the dumb guy asked, his eyes popping open. 

“My family has access to the air at all times. And by the way, try not to tell your friend who I am. I try to keep a low profile.”

“Very smart, very smart,” he said, laughing and drinking. 

 The next day at noon, Anand boarded his helicopter and went to Samar’s office building. The diminutive guy got into the helicopter without too many questions, accompanied by his beautiful young secretary. Anand kept his glasses on and even shaved his beard to look differently. 

 As the helicopter flew over Mumbai, Samar finished his texting session and turned to Anand. “My apologies. My business keeps me so busy that I’ve become a rude barbarian. Samar. And you must be Pripit’s interesting new friend.” 

 He could only smile darkly in turn. “I think you know me. Anand Khan?” 

 Samar’s blood drained from his face. He reached for the gun in his suit pocket, but not before Anand slammed his fist into his face. The secretary screamed, but Anand brought the CFO over to the open door of the helicopter and the lethal drop of the cityscape below. 

“Now,” said Anand. “You’re going to tell your people to take our things back. Every single item you took, and reimburse us for the trouble.”





 The meeting between the lieutenants took place without his father’s presence. Anand showed up to report on why and how he did what he did, only to discover that his mother was seated at the table before he had arrived, discussing the matter in depth with them all. 

“As you can see,” said Satya, “we’ve been able to resolve the situation without much issue just by nipping it at the bud.” 

 Vikas glared at her from the other side. “You went behind our backs.” His eyes went over as Anand came in. “You and your son.” 

 Satya simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “The time of foot soldiers and large-scale battles has come to an end, gentlemen. That much should be clear. Nearly a hundred men were taken down by a dozen in your last encounter. There’s no reason why we would waste resources keeping up an armed gang. After all, they weren’t even capable of defending the shipment to begin with.”  

 Vikas pummeled his fist on the table passively. “You just want control, is that it? This is not how things work, you bitch.” 

 A chill went down Anand’s back. How dare Vikas raise his voice at his mother that way? Just instinctively, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the lieutenant’s head. “You won’t be speaking that way here.” 

“You’re stupid to point that gun at me, boy. You have no idea what you’re doing.” 

“Apologize to my mother, or I’ll blow your brains out. It’s that simple.” 

 Vikas wanted to be brave, but he could feel the pressure of the barrel pointed to his head. “Mrs. Khan, you have my deepest apologies. I’ll leave this matter in the hands of your wise husband.” 

 With the meeting adjourned, Satya stood up and approached her son. “That went well.” 

“Are you crazy?” he whispered harshly. “Why are you here?” 

“To represent your interests, of course. I would thank you for standing up for me, but you were only defending yours.” 

“By making them all mad?” 

“Vikas is an old bull that’s far outlived his usefulness. His rage mainly comes from the certainty that I’m right about that. I doubt he’ll outlive this humiliation. If anything, you should prepare for a promotion.” Her hand came up and stroked his cheek. “Well? Aren’t you excited?” 

“Was that the reward you were talking about?” 

 His mother smiled. “Perhaps. Unless you were hoping for a different kind?”

“I--” 

“Let’s have dinner tonight,” she quickly put in. “I’m busy now.”





 Anand waited for hours for his mother to show up. When she failed to do so, he finally sat down to have dinner by himself, alone in his part of the floor apart from Arpita that waited on him. “I’m sure she’s held up,” said the android, trying to be comforting as she stood next to him. In moments like these, it would have been better if she looked less like his mother. Why would she toy with me like this? 

 After a few swallows, Anand put his fork down. “I don’t have an appetite tonight.” 

 Arpita grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I do, but for only one kind of meal. Would you mind being my dinner instead?” 

 In truth, he would’ve preferred not to, but he chose not to fight it. The android dropped down and kissed his thighs, then slowly unbuttoned his pants and took out his dick. She cradled the head in her mouth, getting it hard, trying to make eye contact with him, then got back up and raised her dress, spreading her tight ass as she dropped down on top of him and began to sensually ride his dick. 

 Is she just using me? Anand kept wondering. His mother did tend to see a few steps ahead of most people. But Anand couldn't envision a scenario where she would betray him. I’m her only son, after all. The real thing that tugged on his mind were her intentions when it came to their relation. For years now, there was a tension there. 

 Perhaps that was wrong. Sinful, in some cultures. But when his mother still looked as young as he did, how could Anand not see her in a sexual light? Not only that, but the bitch had teased him ever since he was a little boy. He always wondered what exactly a man that looked as ordinary as his father did to score such a lady. 

 Consciously or unconsciously, the playboy spent his entire life trying to become special. 

 To become the sort of man he thought a woman like his mother would deserve. 

 The only problem was… years of sleeping around taught him that there was no other woman like his Satya. Not even this android made to look precisely like her.

 When the door chimed, Arpita tried to get off, announcing his mother’s entrance. Anand held her down. “Let her see how I fuck you,” he whispered. 

 His mother walked in slowly on her long stiletto heels, her gaze moving along the room. Her hair had been put up in an elegant bob, with a single thread hanging over her shoulders. The white dress that she wore was tight over her torso, but barely covered her thighs. “I see you started without me.”

“You’re late. And interrupting.” 

 Her brows went up. “Interrupting what?” 

 Anand slapped Arpita’s tits and put his fingers in her mouth. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“What, you mean your little play session?” 

“You have no respect for me,” snapped Anand. 

“You’re a grown man and still play with your toys.” 

 Anand tossed Arpita aside and rose, coming to tower over Satya. “Perhaps I should fuck you instead?” 

 Her eyes glimmered. “Is that the reward you were hoping for?” 

 He blushed, ashamed of his outburst. “You know it was.” 

 Satya stood there silently for a moment. Then she snapped her fingers. “Arpita. Come over here. Help me undress for my son.” 

 Anand took a step back as the beautiful android came and slowly peeled off his mother’s dress. He had been waiting for this moment for so long that words escaped him. He could only watch as the clothes came off and left her standing before him in a pair of lingerie. 

“What now?” asked Satya. “Is this it? Or do you need the android to help you?” 

 Arpita already started tending to his mother’s needs and kissing her neck, willingly participating in what seemed like the start of a threesome. Anand stepped forwards and put his hand on his mother’s back. “You’ve been practicing for years for this moment, haven’t you? Impress me,” she ordered. 

“Do you want to go to bed… or?...” 

 As Arpita’s lips came up to Satya’s face, the woman grabbed the android and kissed her deeply. Anand watched them as they started making out, tracing his hand all the way down to his mother’s warm and round asscheeks. How many times had he pictured this moment? A thousand times? It’s actually happening now. 

 Something tugged at his cock, and he noticed his mother’s fingers were enclosed around the shaft. Her eyes slowly opened and peered down at it. “Is this what you’re planning to use on me? It’s going to take a lot more to satisfy me than it does to please Arpita, you know.” 

“I think I can handle it,” said Anand confidently. 

“Then tell me… What should I do for you, sir? How do you want your reward?” 

 The soothing tone of her voice only made him that much harder. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. 

 Satya, who was usually so combative, smiled pleasantly. “As you wish.” 

 Anand watched her kneel, then grabbed her by the head and started feeding her his dick. There was a strange satisfaction in knowing it was finally his mother’s mouth that wrapped around his shaft after all these years of waiting and lusting after her. Deep down, he knew he would’ve done almost anything to bring her to this moment. 

 Being so used to the android sucking him off without problem, he facefucked her without any semblance of control, pushing deep down her throat until her warm drool started coming out her nose. Though she said nothing, Anand could see the tears coming out of her red-rimmed eyes.

“I thought I might disappoint you. It seems this is a bit much for you, is it not?” 

 His confidence grew. Not only did he want to see her choking on his dick, but he needed to see this elegant and prideful woman tap out by herself. She underestimated me, thought Anand. 

 The son lowered himself and got a better hold of her head as he fed his dick past her stretched lips, and soon he could hear her gurgling and her eyes rolling in their sockets. A moment later she spit him out, but quickly came down to lap at his dripping balls. 

“Couldn't take it anymore, could you?” 

“Nonsense!” Satya said, giggling. “I’m just giving you a moment to catch up with me.” 

 There was no way that was true, but Anand let it slide. It only took a moment after he signaled to Arpita for her to drop down next to his mother, both of them worshiping his balls, their small hands struggling to work the mighty shaft as they nestled the nuts lovingly in their mouths. They were so beautiful. The android and the original. Different, but amazing. Even if Anand took little pleasure on using Arpita by herself nowadays, having his mother humiliated by having the android outperform her was oddly satisfying.

“That’s right, Arpita,” he said, groaning in pleasure. “You’re so good.”

 Jealous, his mother rose and put a hand on his chest. “Why don’t you shut up and fuck me instead, hmm? Any man can get sucked off while he does nothing.” 

 Anand grinned. He wanted her to say that. He dragged his mother off to the bed and threw her in, climbing on top after her before there was even time for her to react. He put his hands behind her back and held her down, pushing the cock slick with spit right into her pussy. 

“Anand, wa-- Oh, god!” she gasped, feeling the size of it as it went inside. 

 He wrapped an arm around her neck as he pumped her from behind, finding a new well of energy inside of himself. He hadn’t felt this ready and willing to fuck in months. He had been bored of his other partners, but finally… it was time to show Satya that there were things he could do to her that no one else could.

 The dick went in and out of her, pulverizing her pussy, till her entire body shook speechlessly. “It’s…” 

“Good?” Anand tried to finish. 

“Time for you to finish,” she said, faking indifference. “I have some business.” 

 She was doing her best to keep her cool, but it was clear to him that she was about to be done. And so quickly too. I suppose humans can’t compete with androids after all. All these months of fucking Arpita must have done a lot to train him. After all, pushing the android to the max was almost more of workout than sex, and Anand turned down her sensitivity as much as possible. By comparison, his mother signed up to get fucked by a man with the prowess of a god of war. 

 As his cock stretched out a little more and got ready to reach her womb, she mewled again. “A-Anand… I must go soon… Finish up, please…” 

 The son kissed her cheek, then sought her mouth and made up with her as he came inside. He could have gone on for much longer, but for her sake, he finished off with a thrust that made her entire body squirm under him and left her legs shaking uncontrollably. 

 He got off of her calmly, giving her butt a slap. “You’re good, but I might just stick with Arpita.” 

 Satya took a few moments to collect herself, then slowly sat up. Arpita came between her legs and started lapping up the cum that trickled out. The older woman let it happen until she was clean, then stood up. She straightened herself and put on a smile again. “As I said, I have an important date, so I have to leave you early. That will have been enough to pay off your services?” 

 The Khan nodded. “I hope I haven’t damaged you too much.” 

 The wicked witch laughed as she got dressed. “Nonsense. I won’t even remember this tomorrow.” 

 Her voice was still shaky. Satya ended up leaving the room in a hurry, while Arpita came to hug him. “You were so rough with her,” the android said, tracing her fingers along his strong cheekbones.

“Rough? That was nothing compared to what I do to you.” 

“Still… she’s only human.” 

 Human wasn’t the first way he would have described his mother. 

 No, she’s more of a mortal goddess. Just one that needed more experience with him in bed. Who knows what she could do if she unleashed her full potential? 

[Art by Fooled-Trooper, who also commissioned the work.]

