The next three weeks are full of tension and a few surprises for you. The first concern you had was for , she wasn’t happy to see you fucking her clone but she could hardly blame you for its creation which wouldn’t be the case once she inevitably discovered that you had cloned your mother. You had to think of a way to keep her away from the Status Bay and Status Bed 551 until it was too late for her to do anything about it.
Fortunately this problem sorted itself out; your growing feelings of animal lust for your mother had led to you routinely fucking Jo over the cloning bed whilst staring at pictures of your MILF mother on the ships display. Once realized that you were screwing Jo’s brains out in that part of the ship she kept well clear of it. Jo didn’t care, you were sure she didn’t even understand why you were doing it in the cool Status Bay instead of in your warm quarters. All she cared about was satisfying her endless appetite for sex as her pregnancy hormones began to kick in, it didn’t matter to her where you did it.
You also knew that was going to freak out once the brainless clone of your mother was walking about the ship, but the burning need you felt in your loins at the thought of slamming your cock into your mothers waiting womb pushed that concern aside. Besides, the cutting remarks that made whenever she saw you wandering with Jo and the cold treatment you received whenever you were alone together wasn’t endearing her to you in any way.
You were aware that you were going to need cloned men to make this colony work. You knew on a scientific level that a colony population made purely of your own offspring, despite how ‘clean’ your genes may be, could not succeed. Knowing this and reluctantly admitting that wasn’t going to let you impregnate her, you had begun browsing through the ships passenger manifest making a list of colonists to be cloned next. However, whenever you went over the list it seemed that all the names at the top of that list were female. These months in isolation with little to do but copulate recklessly with Jo and exchange sharp banter with had given you a dark sexual hunger that you intended to feed.
The first big surprise had come 6 days into the gestational period. You had been standing against a consol in the Status Bay gazing hotly at a picture of your mother in a flimsy summer dress, her glorious mounds straining the sheer fabric with Jo lapping happily at your raging boner when the ships computer beeping an attention signal. Never breaking your gaze on the display image you had slapped the communicator panel on the consol behind you.
“What!?” you growl, annoyed at the interruption.
“The fetal period of gestation is complete; do you wish to commence REM mental conditioning and learning procedures?”
This breaks your concentration and you look up thoughtfully.
“I don’t know, what do they do?”
“REM mental conditioning and learning procedures will educate and condition the developing clone throughout the remainder of the gestation period. This will imprint the clone with language skills, a base personality and a selection of skills.”
“Why didn’t Jo get this treatment?” You ask looking down at your sister’s empty-headed clone who has happily continued licking and sucking at your rigid man-meat oblivious to all else around her.
“Captain Midland and his command crew died in Status before the fetal period was complete and the REM cycle could begin.”
“So I can actually program my mum… Samantha Lancaster’s personality and memories straight into her clone?”
“No, it is not possible to artificially replicate memories or personalities of another subject. However Dr Henry Brown theorized that it was possible to program a clone similar personality traits and skills to create a similar personality. Do you wish to select the personality attributes and skills for Clone subject Samantha Lancaster at this time?”
You look down at the cock-sucking Jo then back up at the photo of your mother of the display screen. Did you want to program the clone? Jo was wonderfully obedient and certainly eager to please, doing almost anything you wished of her but she wasn’t great company outside of the bedroom yet.
A programmed clone wouldn’t be your mother as you remembered her, but if you could program her to be maternal and erotic, nurturing and naughty – it would be nice to have someone else around to talk to who wasn’t acting icy. Surely obedience could be programmed… couldn’t it?
It was risky, especially if an enraged tried to turn this thinking clone against you. You couldn’t imagine her letting you impregnate your mothers clone without a fight. Maybe the blank-minded clone was better… Below Jo giggled happily as your cock erupted between her soft lips filling her mouth with your hot cum.
You needed to make a decision…
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