Techno-Ghost (Patreon)

Prosthetics had come a long way since their inception. At last, one of the dreams of science fiction had been realized, and inferior replacements had become superior augmentations. From the time when a prosthetic hand would be little more than a stiff claw, humanity had come far. Nowadays, prosthetics were no longer the realm of need and desperation, but instead, people had started replacing parts of their bodies willingly and proactively.

Indeed, among the topmost elite, it was almost a modern custom to be more machine than human, and Gloria Visconti was no different. She was the Vice-Chief Planification Officer for Grendel Minerals, one of the most major corporations of the world, and more improtant than that, she was a single mother. 

With her extremely high paying job and the power that it granted her, she had gone all out in augmenting herself. Though she would claim to be ninety, her age truly was in the triple digits, and despite that she looked not a day older than twenty five, with radiant bright red hair pulled into a tight braid, enchanting blue eyes and a perfect, shiny white smile, she was a beauty to be envied for sure. Of course, it was accompanied by a slim physique, with a pair of double Ds sitting perky on her chest with no need for support, a firm, heart shaped pillow of a butt, and perfectly well shaped muscles that possessed tremendous power, without being bulky enough to show unless she actively flexed them.

Her body was a magnificent work of art and engineering, to the point that she was one of the poster children for augmentation, second only to her own daughter Victoria Visconti. Another of the wonders of augmentation was the lack of a need for a father, and the recreation of her eggs that allowed her to have a daughter when she was old enough that she had long since lost her period.

She owned a penthouse suite on one of the tallest buildings of the city she lived at, rising far above the polluted air of the city and allowing her to observe the wonderful blue skies that most below never would experience... at her age, she remembered when it wasn't a factor, but it was strange to think that so very few would ever get a natural tan in these times.

Gloria wore a red bikini with white strings, and sat on a pool chair with her hands behind her head. Normally, she would sunbathe topless, but she specifically wanted tanlines - it was the newest trend. She didn't exactly know why it had surged as a trend, but she did indeed need to keep up with fashion... looking good for the cameras was important when fault in her appearance could be a problem that PR would get on her case about.

She sighed, relaxing. Not too far away, her daughter was playing in the pool. People would confuse them for sisters if they saw, but where Gloria looked to be less than a quarter of her true age, Victoria was very much the early twenties that she looked like. She had remarkably little in the way of augmentation to her personal looks, instead mostly relying on her natural good looks.

Some would be shocked to learn that Gloria had gotten her breasts reduced, but they would understand why when and if they saw Victoria, whose E cup breasts were as amazing as they were cumbersome, if only for no other reason than the fact that they required spine and chest augmentations, some of the few that Victoria had done to her as she refused to get a reduction like her mother's.

Gloria smiled at her. It was a wonderful sight to see that her daughter needed not worry about the bullshit going down below or the race in the corporate ladder... she could just enjoy life in her breaks from university... soon enough she'd have to go into the workforce and then things would get dicey.

Beside the redhead Vice-Chief, there was a table with a pitcher of lemonade. Most of the ultrarich had robotic assistants. Gloria'd never been a fan of the sexbots that most people used, so hers was of the genderless sort, an androgynous humanoid robot that clearly saw Gloria reach for the lemonade, filled a glass and promptly passed it to her. The good life.

Yet, as Gloria brought the glass to her lips, something was strange. She blinked, something was off... no, couldn't be. Her sense suite was the latest, she had expanded and enhanced all of her senses, her eyesight, hearing, smelling, even the senses that most people didn't think about... So if there was anything weird going on, surely she'd notice.

Clearly, everything was on its proper place, so she brought the lemonade to her lips again and drank once more. The taste was wro- the taste was fine, it was great. Better than usual even, must've been a good batch of lemons. She put the glass down and relaxed, the chair creaking from the weight on it.

Something didn't seem right about that, the chair was designed to withstand the weight of her reinforced skeleton, so why would it be creaking when she laid down on it?

Her chest felt warmth. The sun must be doing its work, so much so that she was sweating. Relaxing and sighing as she settled. Something caught her, her nose caught a whiff of something unusual, something harsh and acidic, strong enough to tickle and almost sting as she breathed in. 

With every passing moment her chest felt stranger and stranger. The warmth of the sun felt less like rays of light from above, and was starting to feel more and more like friction. She let out a slightly mewling sigh, the warmth generated between the meat of her breasts was actually quite pleasant, and she almost felt like removing her top so she could bask in even more of it-

Huh?

When had she taken off her top? She turned to look at where it was on the ground. Had she done that? She was looking forward again, and her mouth was filled with a strange taste. The aftertaste of the lemonade? It did feel similar, but also different... She swirled the taste in her mouth, the warmth in her chest was getting stronger as well, it was all very weird...

But it felt good. It felt good enough that she could tell her cunt was getting wet. That part of her was almost all natural beyond the rejuvenation treatments, and it did sometimes behave in odd ways that she couldn't explain, like now... it felt like someone was touching her, like there was something big, hot, hard, heavy and sturdy between her breasts, it felt like something was poking into her mouth, her tongue almost felt like she was licking something, and it felt like she was being made to swallow something bitter and slimy-

But none of that could be right. She had the latest sensory suite, and everything was coming up empty, there was no one there besides her and her daughter. A bug, perhaps? Phantom sensations weren't completely outside the norm, they were reported often, sometimes the body was trying to locate parts of the body that had long since been replaced... She preferred this over pain, were she to be honest.

It was... strangely nice and pleasant-

But then, as soon as it came, it was over.

And then, she heard her daughter's voice, as the gorgeous redhead that looked so similar, only slightly more voluptuous and without the hints of enhanced muscles that Gloria sported, stepped out of the pool, still dripping a bit, wearing her little white thong, a bra that was straining to contain her E cups and of course, a bright smile. "Hey mom! You kinda screwed up applying your sunscreen!"

Blinking, Gloria realized she'd been basking in the afterglow... but couldn't really realize what that was all about, until she brought a hand to her face, and then looked down at her tits. She really had, huh? That was strange. The smell was way stronger, and it felt a lot... slimier and stickier than the suntan cream she had applied.

"Want me to help with that?" Victoria asked.

Gloria hummed in thought for a few moments, thinking before she nodded. It was on her front, so she could do it herself obviously, but Victoria had always been a touchy-feely kind of girl, always loved to display her affection with hugs, kisses and occasionally tackles. 

"Yeah, okay, can you rub it in for me honey?" Gloria asked with a smile.

Her daughter nodded, and then stepped forward, though as she did, her top seemed to come apart as if it had caught on something before dropping to the floor.

"Eep!" Victoria blinked. "Huh. Must've been the wind," she said, looking around. "Well, I'm more comfortable topless anyway!" she said, not bothering to grab the top to put it back on, then walking forward to sit beside her mother, the servant robot dutifully preparing a stool for her to sit on as she began to work the sticky creamy substance into her mother's skin.

First, she began with her mother's face, using her palms and fingers to carefully massage her cheeks and forehead. "Sheesh, you really put a lot of it on yourself!" Victoria said. "I guess it's healthier, huh?"

Well, it really didn't matter. The nanomachines coursing through Gloria's bloodstream could easily handle any cancer before it could even start to develop. But properly spreading suntan cream on herself would make her tan look much better.

"Oh, it feels weird and sticky, it's kind of gross but also interesting?" Gloria hummed as she worked it into her mother's face, somehow it seemed to leave a sticky residue that didn't quite go away, but it didn't matter. She rubbed it along her mother's neck, going down while trailing her fingers along her skin, then began to work it into her chest as the older redhead relaxed on the chair.

As she reached her mother's chest, she became a lot more intense in her ministrations. Skinship between the two wasn't exactly rare, but it always seemed like Victoria held a special reverence for her mother's body that made her treat it with this strange level of respect. Gloria did still feel a little weird for having someone else spread suntan cream all over her chest and stomach, but the massage she was getting along with it was fantastic. 

Massages like this were usually a skill that someone who intended to sleep their way to the top would pick up, rather than someone destined to be the one sucked up to like Victoria, but Gloria didn't begrudge her daughter picking up strange hobbies, especially not when they felt so good, it felt so good that it was almost like her daughter had four hands, two working on the muscles of her abs, and two working on the muscles of her thighs, she was moving quickly and swiftly and efficiently, and even as she slowed down, Gloria couldn't help but let out noises of satisfaction.

"Alright, turn around, it's time to do your back!" Victoria called.

"Right, right," Gloria said, amused. She did as asked, turning on her back. No need to take off her top for better access.

Victoria straddled her legs, sitting on Gloria's butt. "Sheesh, this is like a first rate pillow," she muttered. "Can I get a mattress with this texture? Maybe a little more cushion, so slightly more plush?"

"We can see about that," Gloria said.

Gloria felt as her daughter rained more suntan cream on her back, and then begin working it in.

"Sheesh, you even had that stuff on your back, Mom you really did screw up huh? Guess spending so much time at work gets to you," she said.

Had she? Did Victoria not add a bunch just then?

And how come it still felt like Victoria was massaging her thighs, even though Victoria's sitting position meant she couldn't- nah, had to be her imagination. Her senses, every single program in the sensory suite she had installed, everything reported there was no one there. It must be an issue with her remaining human senses, those were faulty and unreliable after all.

Gloria luxuriated in the feel of the massage on her back, and on her thighs.

"H-Huh... Did I go skinny dipping today?" Victoria asked. "Mom, did we forget to put the bikinis on?"

"Eh? Maybe?" Gloria asked. "You know, I don't actually remember. I mean, I suppose we must not have, if we don't remember taking them off, maybe we just assumed we put them on and never actually did?"

"Oh! I think I get it, we must just have put our tops on," nodded Victoria.

That had to be right. They were both bottomless, after all. Maybe she had forgotten to put on the bottoms? It was all so very strange.

"Also, mom, I think I might need to go for a checkup soon? Something feels strange," Victoria said, her voice sounding a little faint, like she was having trouble controlling her breathing. "It feels weird, like, like I'm getting hot inside or something."

"What do- oof," the air was driven out of Gloria's lungs all of a sudden, and then she felt her daughter's weight on her, and something else. She felt- weirdly constipated? No, not the same feeling, stuffed perhaps? Like she had seriously overeaten... she hadn't experienced anything like this in decades, since she had gotten a lot of her digestive enhancements, yet it was undeniable.

The feeling she had almost forgotten, it definitely felt like there was something in her ass, but at the same time, there was nothing there. She couldn't see, hear or smell anything, she couldn't even touch anything with her hands, it was only her butthole that reported anything unusual. A muscle spasm, perhaps?

Victoria made a moaning noise, her face red. "Mom- it feels weird," she mewled. "It feels, it feels... good... I don't know why, it feels, it feels like someone's inside me," she moaned.

Oh! That was it! The sensation she was getting - it was the sensation of anal sex! She had almost forgotten since it'd been so long since she had even had sex, let alone anal... but her body hadn't forgotten. Maybe it was an odd interaction of the cybernetics and her desire to relax?

But then, why was Victoria feeling it too? Resonance? Synchronization? What to even call it? Was there such a thing even? 

Soon enough mother and daughter were panting and moaning and crying out, neither understood nor knew what was going on, only that the sexual and sensual pleasure was going wild within both of them and neither could escape it. Embarrassed and ashamed as they were, the two of them came, as if they were being fucked, but there was obviously nothing there.

There was no one there.

Their orgasmic cries joined together and made a wonderful melody. It was only at this time, when they both lost control of their voice and reactions and acted exactly identical, that it was undeniable that they were family.

After a few moments of the sensations passing, Victoria rolled off of the poolside chair and laid on her back on the floor. She now had sticky suntanning cream all over her body, her chest, her face... there was even some on her mouth, when did that get there?

Before she could even understand what was going on, she was once again feeling like there was something inside her, except this time, she had both her pussy and her asshole being filled at once, and it was a remarkably quick and frenetic orgasm that came to her, suddenly every receptor that was tied to one of her augmented systems went off, intensifying the pleasure many times over, and it was almost like they were set to repeat it, resending the signals of orgasm over and over again, making her go insane with pleasure.

She turned her head to the side and caught her mother's hand. Whatever was happening to their augmentation systems was absolutely amazing and wonderful, but it was overwhelming and scary and they both held strongly onto the other's hand.

Victoria looked towards her mother, still laying on her front on the chair, who was now feeling the same thing she just had, maybe it was even transmitted when they held hands, but they didn't stop, and it happened over and over again, and they spent the entire day, just seemingly caught in a feedback loop that only ended long after the sun had set.

Later, as they ate dinner together, the two watched a news program that talked about a wave of crime, as an enterprising hacker had created a system that allowed them to essentially be invisible to the senses of those who relied on augmentations.

Gloria hummed.

"How terrifying," Victoria said. "Good thing no one would dare come and steal from us, huh?" she said.

Gloria nodded. She would've spoken, but there seemed to be something in her mouth that was muffling whatever words she wanted to say. 

"Oh! is this a new recipe? The bots are getting creative!" Victoria said, sticking the creamy cupcake she was served for dessert into her mouth. It looked remarkably close to the sticky white suntan cream from before, but neither of them could really see it.

After downing a sticky load of cream herself, Gloria swallowed a couple more times to clear her throat, and ate her own cupcake. It was delicious. It was a great thing that they had the latest sensory updates and security systems, it really would be terrifying if there was someone who was totally invisible to them who could do anything and they wouldn't notice.

Really lucky that such a thing couldn't happen to them!