Homecoming

Sam and I were greeted by a cacophony of manly grunts and high-pitched squeals, intertwined with heavy thumps. Well, I guess that answers my question about Dad and Stella.

Sam snickered at the noise. "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, eh?" A particularly shrill cry rang out. "He must be really taking her to poundtown!" She leered at me and slid a hand down to play with herself.

"Hang on, let me eat first. Lunch was a good seven hours ago."

The android scoffed. "You puny fleshlings and your needs."

She still skipped after me and watched as I reheated some kind of pasta dish Stella had written my name on. Idly kicking her feet as she sat on the counter.

The noises had stopped and Dad walked into the kitchen with an easy swagger, shirtless with a pair of cotton shorts and fluffy dog slippers Mom had bought him one Christmas. He clapped a meaty hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a man-hug.

"Hey Mason! Thought you were at a friend's. I see you found your dinner." He glanced at Sam curiously. "Who's this young lady?" Huh, he's the first one to notice she's a person at first glance. Still under the perception filter though. He's an engineer, he should be all over an android as advanced as Sam appeared to be.

"I'm Sam! Nice to meet you, your son has been fucking me!" She grinned widely, leering at my dad's muscles. "I see where he gets it."

I choked on nothing and Dad patted my back as he chortled. "Hah! That's my boy. You can call me Ben." He pulled me into a headlock and whispered. "What happened with that Annie girl? Is this a rebound?" He looked honestly worried. I felt warm and pushed aside a touch of bitterness. Where was this concern when I tried to confront him about Stella?

I got loose from his hold on me and rubbed my neck with a mild glare. "Actually, Annie and I started dating this weekend. Sam is—" "His personal fucktoy!" I sighed, "That."

He blinked owlishly as he processed that. "Well, as long as everyone is a consenting adult I have no objections." He glared at me sternly. "You better not make me a grandpa before I turn fifty!" He ran a hand over his more-salt-than-pepper hair. "I don't look like grandpa material yet!"

Stella glided into the room, a slight limp in her left leg and a serene smile. "Don't worry sir, I believe the term for you is a 'Silver Fox'." She kissed his stubble and he pecked her on the nose. The maid giggled as he whispered something in her ear.

He tucked her into his side with a fondness I'd never seen. My heart twisted and loosened in confusion. I was glad my Dad was happy, but it still hurt seeing him with a woman other than Mom.

The microwave beeped and I turned to my food. Tuning out the conversation as Dad and Sam got to know each other. I hummed in surprise at the taste.

"Is the meal satisfactory, Master Mason?"

I jumped in place and swallowed. "Yes! This is fantastic! I'm more than satisfied."

She smiled brightly at my praise. "Thank you, Master. I had limited ingredients, I'll need to head to the grocery store tomorrow. I've started a list and an initial budget for the week's meals. Let me know if you have any requests or objections." She bowed her head and bit her lip.

"Yes, Stella?" I asked when she shifted nervously.

She blushed. "I wanted to thank you for assigning me to Master Ben. He was so gentle, but forceful when he knew I needed it!" She swooned like a schoolgirl. "He played my body like a fiddle~" She cooed with a dreamy smile.

I raised my hands. "Okay! You're very welcome, I'm glad you found fulfillment in your work." She nodded happily. "Continue serving him to the best of your ability, I don't need to know every detail."

She curtsied, her heavy bosom straining her top. "As you command, Master." The maid smirked at the bulge in my sweatpants. "Just know that my body is always eager to serve your needs as well!" She spun and trotted off without another word, hips swaying.

Shaking my head at my life, I got back to eating. Mmh! How did she blend so many spices together? And the pork is so tender! Best maid. 10/10 would warp a woman's mind and body beyond recognition again.

I joined everyone in the living room, smiling at Sam and Dad discovering a mutual love for Star Trek and sci-fi horror movies. To my chagrin, I found myself sharing a commiserating look with Stella.

They cheered together when the **** Cube or whatever was blown up. "Nerds!" I coughed.

Dad chuckled and Sam smacked me with a cushion without pulling off my dick. "Heathen! Philistine! Luddite!"

I bucked my hips and kissed her to end the tirade. She moaned into my mouth and squeezed on me as I came in her.

Stella said something in a low voice and strutted to the hallway. Glancing back with a smoldering look to Dad. He sprang up from the couch and swung a squealing maid over his shoulder.

"Night kids! Don't stay up too late now!" He smacked Stella's pale ass and ran to his bedroom. Soon, ecstatic cries and grunts echoed out.

Sam giggled into my neck. "So, shall we retire to the bedroom?" She nuzzled into me as I lifted her, my shaft still lodged in place.

"We shall, indeed."

Soon, we tried to compete with the noise from the other room. I think all of us won, except maybe the neighbors.

I fell asleep as the big spoon. Sam rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm on my cock.

"Sweet dreams, Master~" My android murmured as she drifted off into her own sleep mode.