Erin, successful, career centered look-alike

I'd done my homework on the net, looking for potential moms for Carmen, but she had to meet a few criteria.

First, the woman had to be the right age to be Carmen's mother - somewhere in her 40's. Second, she had to look like she could be Carmen's mother. Lastly, and ideally, the woman who'd play the role would need to be single, childless, and financially well-off. I wanted Carmen's "mother" to serve as a good influence, and example, unlike her real mother.

I'd budgeted a week for the search, but it turned out my AI pattern matching system was more than a match for the task. Hooking it into Facebook and Linked-In, then feeding it location data with all the requirements, produced a list of several excellent candidates in half a second.

These I reviewed in detail before selecting the best option available.

I'd taken care of this all well in advance, of course. Tonight all that was required was to meet with her.

I waited in Carmen's empty house, stress-testing the find-and-replace function I'd added to the filter system. I say 'empty', but the big furniture was still in place - dining table, sofa, beds. Hana was back visiting family for the holiday season (stressful, but unavoidable), while Leah finished the few spots of deep cleaning the professionals had missed.

At 8:00 sharp, I heard a key in the door. I quickly set my computer aside and moved to the entryway, where I met a well-dressed blonde woman stepping through the threshold.

The woman wore an expensive black skirt, blazer and coat, with a thick scarf wrapped around her neck. Her feathery light hair was shoulder length, windswept, but professional. She gave a me a weary, familiar smile as she stepped out of her pumps.

"Let me take care of that," I said, helping her out of her wet coat.

"Thanks Mac," said the blonde, as she pulled off her gloves and scarf. She looked around the entryway. "So this is really it, huh?"

I laid her coat out on the dining room table - there was nowhere else for it. "Yep. It's all ours, Erin. Maid's putting on the final touches upstairs now."

The woman's name was Erin Tuffin, a well-paid IT consultancy executive employed by the local branch of a national firm. Erin was in her 40's, and was old enough to be my mother, but she possessed a chic, graceful beauty that complemented her age.

Last week, Erin was single-mindedly pursing her career, having given up on love after her two previous marriages flamed out. The first was definitely Erin's fault - she spent more time at work than with her husband. The second was the husband's fault. The idiot cheated on Erin with a string of girls half his age, one of whom grew a conscience and ratted him out.

Erin had seen neither man since divorce, which made the filtering of both relationships and men from her memory a trivial matter.

The gap that resulted, I filled with longing, loneliness, and patience. Until she met me, naturally. I'd poured over Erin's fantasies and given her memories of the whirlwind romance she'd always dreamed of. As far as she knew, we were back from our honeymoon, married, and just now starting our life together.

"The living room is bigger than my apartment," said Erin, overwhelmed by the size of Carmen's house. She shook her hand idly through her hair and pouted at me. "This is too much, Mac. You should've just moved in with me."

I walked up to her and gently rubbed her shoulders. "Your place is all steel, glass, and sharp edges, Erin. We'll need the space for the kids." Kid singular, really. But She didn't need to know that.

Erin pulled away, and peered out the back sliding glass door, still in speculation mode. "The yard is nice," she allowed. She sighed and rubbed her head. "Sorry, this just... it feels like it's happening so fast. Part of me still isn't convinced this is real. I know it is, but you, me, this house - it's like a dream. I've spent my life whole life focused on my career. I thought that's all I was going to do. And suddenly, now, we're starting a family. We didn't skip a step somewhere, did we?"

"You know what is real?" I asked, sidling up behind Erin and holding her narrow waist. I turned her toward me. "You. Me." I leaned in and captured Erin's mouth with mine - she sighed and relaxed into me. "This."

I kissed her deeply again. Unreservedly. I finished by nibbling her lip.

Erin was flushed when I pulled away, her eyes lidded (thanks to me, she had very strong memories of where kisses like that usually led). Her hands circled the back of my neck.

"If this is a dream," said Erin, "I don't want to wake up."

"You won't." I tugged her scarf away and pushing her blazer off over her shoulders. "I promise."

Erin breathlessly unbuttoned my shirt. It fell to the floor. Shirtless, I scooped the woman off her feet, eliciting a tight, excited giggle. Grinning, I carried my "wife" upstairs to the master bedroom. What would, for the next 2 months, be our bedroom.

There were sheets, but no blankets. Leah had done well. They'd only get in the way.

I laid Erin down and sized her up, from head to toe. Erin wordlessly watched me as I checked her out, her breathing deep and her anticipation unhidden.

I'd chosen well. Erin was the spitting image of Carmen. According to Leah's memories, Carmen was a natural blonde. She also matched Carmen's build. Thin, but busty, leggy, but with nice square shoulders. She had a delicate chin, blue eyes, and a similar skin tone to Carmen, to boot. Carmen's hips were little wider, and her nose was a touch more hawkish, but with a little persuasion, Erin could easily pass as a relative - a close relative.

"You are perfect," I said again.

Erin stretched languorously out for me, posing. Her movements were stiff and uncertain - I hadn't really trained her the same way I'd done Hana or Leah. But I had to use a lighter touch with the woman. She had a job. She had subordinates. If I pushed her personality too far, too fast, someone might notice.

"Don't keep me waiting, handsome," purred Erin, chewing her lower lip and rubbing her thighs together. "I miss you."

Regardless of her lack of refinement, Erin was beautiful. Technique matters... to a point. But like a bunch of really great grapes, they taste amazing even when you pluck them straight from the vine.

I stripped totally, making a show of it for Erin's enjoyment. Despite her memories claiming we'd just gotten back from a full vacation of loving, the truth was Erin hadn't been with a man in years. Watching a younger man - her husband no less - strip down for her really got her motor running.

So much so that when I teased dropping my boxers, playing with the hem with my erect cock tenting the front, Erin actually growled.

Mmh. Tonight was gonna be good. I ended the pretense, took off my last piece of clothing, and joined Erin on the bed.

I pushed Erin's legs apart with my knees and she undid her blouse. While she opened her chest to the air, I hiked up her sexy skirt - a pencil skirt! - and ran my thumb over her mound, overtop her hose and underwear. My dick was rock hard and throbbing with need.

Erin moaned. "Oh god, Malcom. I, I want this so bad. Please."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled off Erin's underclothes, efficiently rolling her panties and hose off her legs in one go (something I'd become skilled at with Hana) and spread her legs to make way for me.

I throbbed powerfully at the sight of her pretty pink pussy, glistening with need. Need for me.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," I said, taking Erin's hip and lying myself on top of her.

Naturally, easily, her legs locked back around my waist, drawing me in. "First time in our first house," she gasped, smiling and burning with emotion. "This is... this is special..."

I pushed forward, my glans spreading her pussy and slipping into her warm, sweet embrace. I groaned at the liquid pleasure that I'd just plunged into, that wrapped snug around the length of my shaft.

Erin grunted and squeezed, both with her pelvic muscles, and with her legs, grinding me fully and deeply inside her. Her fingers clawed down my chest - ouch! - but the pain somehow only heightened the pleasure. It was one more sensation, and my body shuddered, hot pleasure pulsing and growing on top of it.

I leaned into it. Roughly pawing at my faux wife's breasts through her bra, I growled when she scratched me, and started rocking my hips against hers. She mewled and writhed beneath me, her legs so tight back around me that I couldn't pull out of her if I tried.

Damn. Erin did need this. If not from me, then from somewhere else. But I'd taken up the job. For the foreseeable future, Erin was my responsibility. And this - I found a good, shallow pace with my thrusts that resonated with Erin's touch-starved body - was my job.

I made love to Erin like she was my wife. Because in a sense... she now was.

Neither of us wanted to back down. And thanks to all the mind-blowing sex I'd been having with Leah and Hana, I could actually follow through on that promise.

We kept at it till the point of exhaustion. Till Erin scratched every itch she had. Till I could take it no longer, and climaxed hard, over and over, pumping Erin's pussy full.

Erin sighed and fell back against the bed, glowing with heat and satisfaction. I fell atop her, breathing hard into her neck as I tried to catch my breath.

"Love you," she murmured, holding me close, her fingers raking through my hair.

"Love you too," I said back, nibbling at her earlobe. She gave a happy sigh.

I'd had practice telling Hana the same thing. I was getting to the point where even I believed it when I said it. It might as well have been true, too. I loved testing the limits of my invention. I loved discovering what was possible, like this. And I definitely loved the warm sensation of Erin's sex, wrapped around my softening cock like a glove.

A guy could get used to this. Alas. Carmen would be here first thing tomorrow, bright and early. It would be the most important day of her life. And for the role I planned to play, I owed it to Carmen to come at her fully rested and focused.

Reluctantly, I rolled off Erin, and switched off the lights. Erin made a small sound and wriggled up close to me again, her head tucked into the crook of my arm, her thigh settled overtop mine, and her large, soft breasts pressed int my side. I sighed and cradled her with my arm, enjoying her warmth and presence.

Being a married man wouldn't be easy, but it sure did come with perks...