striptease and get to know each other

Debby approached the trio of clones, all three of them looking at her with a look full of desire, while they were wrapped in an embrace that crushed the central clone in the middle with her other two hips pressing their bodies together. The sight of their breasts pressed together was breathtaking for Debby. Her steps quickened and the three happily joined her in their group hug.

Debby positioned herself in front of the central clone, mashing her breasts against those of the clone. The clone on her left slipped his leg between hers and began to rub it against her thigh. The clone on her right, however, leaned forward, resting her breasts against hers and the central clone's, and moved to kiss her neck. The central clone reached under her arms and over her back, encircling her and pulling her towards him, increasing the pressure on their chests.

Then the central clone's hands grabbed Debby's shirt and began to lift it. Debby let her do it, keeping her in her bra and shorts.

At that moment, a siren sounded, drawing the clones' attention to the tank with the new clones.

Debby turned around. She could see the water level dropping, and with it, a glass door descending into the floor. The clones inside began swimming toward the opening, huddling together, eventually becoming entangled with each other's breathing apparatus cords.

The central clone leaned against her from behind, while the two clones on either side unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her legs.

In the tank, the clones leaned against each other, but their gazes were fixed on her, on Debby. Somehow, they knew she was the original, their "mother," and they were excited to meet her.

A shiver of excitement rises in her, a mixture of anticipation and an unbridled desire to indulge in her daughters' affection.

And yet something else vaguely tries to attract her attention, and succeeds. The clones on either side grab her panties with their teeth, taking turns pulling them slowly down her legs.

A mixture of embarrassment at knowing how perverse and wrong all this is makes her shudder. These women, these clones of hers, act because they were created that way by Carl. But at the same time, the part of her that Carl had changed was enjoying all this, and not only that, it wanted more. The conflict in her thoughts erupted as the clone leaning behind her unhooked her bra, finishing undressing her.

At the same time, the glass door of the tank was low enough to reach the clones' waists before stopping, turning the tank into a sort of swimming pool. The clones inside removed their respirators and then climbed over the door. Still soaking wet, one after the other, they approached her and the other clones with trepidation.

The first clone arrived practically running, just to slow down enough to crash chest to chest without too much pain.

Clone: ​​Mom, we finally get to know each other. You're beautiful. Thank you for giving me life.

Debby didn't know what to say, and she didn't get the chance because the clone kissed her, killing every possible word that could come out of her mouth.

She was followed by another pair of clones, who pulled the first one back and then clung to her.

Clones: Mom...ummm, you're so sexy, thank you for being you.

Debby didn't know if it was a compliment to her or if it was narcissism on the clones' part, maybe both.

Debby didn't have time to speak because the clones were constantly being pulled away by others who wanted to meet her, kiss her, and hold her close to them—24 new clones, all naked and horny for her.

She felt herself going crazy, an insane desire to be the first time for these eager daughters of hers.

Meanwhile, even the still-clothed clones around Debby began to receive attention from the new clones, who greeted them in their own way, beginning to court them and undress them just as they had done with Debby. The sight was incredibly erotic, and Debby felt herself getting even wetter.