Your eyes slowly flutter open. A quick glance at the clock tells you that it is already almost eight, yet you still feel incredibly tired from the lack of sleep. Your one-year-old baby Shaun’s persistent midnight crying interrupted your sleep so many times that you lost count. Codsworth, your trusty Mister Handy butler, tried his best, but there is only so much a robot could do. After all, there is no technology that can replace good-old maternal affection when it comes to soothing a crying baby.

Although you have not managed to get anywhere near the recommended eight hours of sleep every night since you had Shaun, you’re not complaining. After all, being a mom is the greatest honour in the world and what you have dreamed about all your life … or at least that is what your religious upbringing back in your hometown in Alabama taught you to dream about. Ever since childhood, your parents have constantly reminded you on how to be a good Christian and how you should wait until marriage and be a faithful wife. Sure enough, you complied with the teachings of the Lord without questions: your husband Nate has been and will continue to be the only man in your life. Despite this, sometimes you get the impression that he does not care about this as much as you do … the horrible things he saw and experienced during his military service seem to have shaken his faith too much for him to care about God’s teachings on marriage and family.

Admittedly, remaining chaste also did not make you the most popular person in law school. Up here in Boston, people do not seem to take religion anywhere as seriously. While you spent your time in the library memorising every words of the Constitution and examining past court cases which eventually enabled you to graduate top of your class, many of your peers indulged themselves in the so-called ‘sexual revolution’. Pornography spread like wildfire on campus and you heard rumours of certain classmates getting naked in public and engaging in sexual activities involving far more than just a man and a woman.

As you are about to get out of bed, your husband Nate slowly awakens from his sleep. “Good morning, darling! I’ll be back with breakfast, okay?” - you lean down to kiss him on his forehead and ask lovingly. He reaches up to kiss you back, shakes his head slightly and smiles with a certain devilish wit about him: “No, darling, I’m not hungry. There is something I really need from you right now though, beautiful.”

“Oh? And what is it that my dear husband asks of me?” – you question him with a somewhat playful voice, half-expecting what he is going to say next. He moves his head to your right, whispering in your ear: “I’m afraid I’m having a morning wood again. Would you mind taking care of it?”. You can feel his strong hand slowly moving towards your hip as he starts to caress your backside.

“Fine, if you promise to be quick. I still have to check on Shaun.” – you respond. Nate looks at you with delight, after all, he has waited a good few months for this – “Finally! Well, I guess how quick I will finish depends entirely on you now, doesn’t it?” – Nate is such a pervert sometimes, but you have to admit that he knows how to make a girl flush. Despite your cheeks starting to turn red, you pretend not to hear his comment.

You lie back in bed and kiss Nate, this time on his lips, still dry from the lack of hydration after a long night. The kiss gets more and more passionate, as Nate starts to undress. In no time, he is completely naked, showing off his muscular frame and manly six-pack abs. His body would be worthy of a Greek god if it were not for the occasional scars serving as a reminiscence of his experience in the War. You move your hand slowly down from his chest to his stomach, admiring the rough and rock-solid textures of his body. As your hand reaches his belly button, you hesitate for a while to move it further down. Suddenly, Nate grabs your hand, lifts it up from his belly and gently carry it south and let go just as you feel it touching his erection. Oh dear, he wasn’t lying about the morning wood … if anything, it feels more like a morning rock! His cock always becomes so huge when he gets this hard, not that you have ever seen another man’s penis to compare it to. Just touching it seems to raise your body temperature dramatically and you can already sense a certain wetness growing in your panties.

You perform your duty with diligence, slowly caressing his member’s head with your hand, before moving down towards the base, fondling his full length with loving affection. Stroking up and down his member repeatedly, you can feel it growing even bigger and harder than before as his breathing intensified. Letting out a few soft moans, he closes his eyes in pleasure – the heroic war veteran once unafraid of gunshots and missiles is now at the mercy of the soft touches of your feminine hand. The thought of taming a beast twice your weight turns you on tremendously as you feel moisture escaping your pussy. The Church’s teachings condemning the sin of lust is now the last thing on your mind.
In the midst of excitement, you are interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. It is Shaun. Your year of experience so far as a mom has given you the ability to make out what Shaun wants based on the way he cries: He’s hungry. Knowing you and how seriously you take to your maternal responsibilities all too well, Nate pre-empts you by assuring you “Don’t worry, honey. Codsworth will take care of Shaun. Keep doing what you’re doing – it feels so good!”.

The pleasure of having a thick hard cock in your hand was too much for you to deny your husband’s proposition. Neglecting maternal responsibility for now, you continue pleasing Nate with your hand. He does have a point: you can hear the sound of Codsworth’s engine as he moves quickly to attend to Shaun.

Soon enough, you are again lost in the indulgence of your spouse’s glorious member. Rubbing the tip, you can feel it becoming wetter and wetter with pre-cum as the skin of your hand struggles to absorb the moisture. The increasing presence of pre-cum means that it does not take long for your strokes up and down his penis to start making the sexiest wet sounds, which harmonies perfectly with the sound of two lovers’ racing heartbeat. Oh, and how could you not notice Nate’s moaning getting louder and louder as he edges towards orgasm, his eyes closed and his abs tensing to hold back the impending ejaculation?

Reading his body, you do not want him to come just yet – you are enjoying this moment too much for it to end so abruptly. You decide to give him a break as you move your hand further down away from his cock. Instead, you play with his balls for a while – these bad boys need some female attention too! You cup them, squeeze them, roll them around and tickle them while gazing into his brown eyes. “That’s it, baby. I love it!” – he compliments your skill with the hand, admiring your natural talent like an adoring fan worshipping his favourite idol.

Just as you begin to wish that this steamy morning session would never end, your moment of pleasure is once again ruined by the sound of Shaun’s crying. It seems Codsworth is struggling to keep Shaun happy and is in desperate need for you to step in. Having no other choice, you decide to finish off Nate’s morning wood swiftly. You move your hand back to his shaft and stroke with vigour, rubbing it with increasing speed. Nate’s moaning and heartbeat immediately intensify as he struggles to keep control. His body starts shaking and making sharp sudden movements as he reaches orgasm, almost as if he is having a seizure. His eyes squint, his jaw drops and his cheeks contort, while his legs and arms stiffen and tremble. It does not take an expert in men’s body language to understand that Nate is mere seconds away from reaching climax. You’re not far off yourself either, as you can sense your panties now soaked in your own hormonal liquid.

“Mom, young master Shaun …” – Codsworth suddenly comes into the room. Too late, your last stroke did it for Nate, as his body made one final violent shake as his member exploded in your hand, shooting out thick white fluid with so much force that leaves semen everywhere: on the bed, on the floor, in your hand, on your clothes and of course on his own body. You have never seen him come so much just from a hand-job, it has really been a long time since his last release.

As sexy as this might be, the presence of Codsworth just makes this an incredibly embarrassing experience for you: a robot butler walking in at the precise moment your husband is coming from the hand-job you give him. “I’m sorry, Mom, Sir. I didn’t know you were busy. I’ll wait outside” – Codsworth reacts, although it is impossible to tell whether he is embarrassed or not behind those robotic eyes. While you are still too ashamed of the whole situation to say anything, Nate seems completely comfortable with Codsworth’s presence, asking: “Don’t worry about it, Codsworth. What’s the matter?”. “Young Shaun would not stop crying. I think he needs some of that maternal affection that Miss Nora seems to be so good at” – Codsworth replies. Recovering from the earlier embarrassment, you finally have the courage to say something “Thank you, Codsworth. Wait for me in Shaun’s room. I’ll get changed and be there shortly”.

As Codsworth move back to Shaun’s room, you get up and change out of your sleepwear, which is now stained with drops of cum, while Nate lies back for a much needed rest after such an intense ejaculation. Just as you are about to head out of the door, your curiosity gets the better of you, as you ask your husband, your cheeks still red from the earlier embarrassment: “Do you think Codsworth know what we were doing? Do you think he can be … you know … aroused?”. Nate laughs in response: “Don’t be silly, dear! He’s a robot, a piece of metal with artificial intelligence. Robots don’t have emotions; they don’t understand sex”. You nod, feeling a tiny bit less embarrassed despite not being entirely convinced of Nate’s answer. You then proceed to wash your hands in the bathroom and walk to Shaun’s room.

To be Continued ....