there are no problems for the computer

Samus: It's just a computer, I don't think he cares.

Computer: Do you want me to make it appear as if a droid was bringing a mattress, Samus? I must also inform you that the subject "Milf Samus" does not have authorization to use the facility; any further modifications will require your authorization.

Milf Samus: That's an annoying way of saying I'm not the original. I hope, however, that my dear daughter spoils me a little every now and then?

Samus: True, what kind of daughter would I be? Anyway, Computer, why did you clone me instead of modifying me?

Milf Samus: My little girl always asks such intelligent questions.

Milf Samus, she stroked Samus's head, but always kept her pressed against her body.

Computer: If Samus doesn't declare herself or another authorized subject to be the target of the modification, a test model will be created with the indicated characteristics. In this case, a more mature model will be created, not suited to the combat role, and given the knowledge of "Milf."

Samus: Knowledge?

Computer: Correct, the subject Milf Samus immediately loaded memory simulations on how to seduce, pleasure, and develop manual skills for the role.

Milf Samus: Which gives me the opportunity, as I said, to teach you a little something, my daughter.

Samus was surprised. She expected her mature version to be as sexually open as she was, but she hadn't expected it to be "more experienced," not that that wasn't another advantage in her accidental creation.

Samus felt the zipper of her suit unzip.

Milf Samus was indeed unzipping it with deliberate slowness.

The zipper, which was obviously hidden from view and positioned asymmetrically on the left side of the suit to make it harder to spot, slowly opened, beginning to reveal the skin underneath.

Because obviously, Samus couldn't wear anything under the Zero Suit; it was designed to be extremely close to the skin to protect against decompression in the event of damage to her armor in **** environments.

Samus: You're not wasting your time.

Milf Samus: Of course not, after all, I just asked you, right?

Milf Samus helped Samus remove the top of the Zero Suit.

The suit hung behind Samus, while she was naked from the navel up.

The air, kept at a constant temperature of 20 degrees Celsius, felt cold against her skin.

Samus and her mature clone resumed kissing, while Milf Samus slipped her hand into Samus's suit, slowly working her way from her hip toward her center of gravity, taking all the time necessary to build Samus's anticipation.

Sliding her hand in that way was quite difficult; if she had to masturbate, she preferred to remove her suit entirely, but Milf Samus looked elegant and confident as her hand approached her pussy.

But Milf Samus didn't want to limit herself to caressing her pussy; with her other hand, she lifted Samus's breast and took her nipple into her mouth, biting it gently, leaving Samus with a small pang of pain.

Samus: ouch.

Milf Samus: A little diversion.

Indeed, it was. While Samus had momentarily lost sight of the clone's hand, it suddenly reached her pussy, which was suddenly caressed by two fingers.

Samus: I wasn't expecting that. It's not often I'm caught off guard, and never in such a pleasant way.

Milf Samus: I told you, I have a lot to teach you. After all, you, little girl, have to make your mommy happy too.

Samus: Ummm... you're greedy...

Milf Samus: You made me a milf after all.