The next fifteen days seem to crawl past for you, whilst there’s plenty of important work for you to do aboard the landed ship the next two weeks pass slowly for you. You had visited the status bay often and watched the figure shadowed by the cloudy goo of the Cloning Bed begin to take shape and grow and finally long awaited the day had arrived.
Making sure that was occupied in a far end of the ship you slipped off to the Status bay leaving Jo at one of the teaching consoles where she took her daily lessons. Once inside the large room you sealed the door behind you and quickly moved over to Status Bed 551.
“Computer, is the clone ready, is it finally time?!” you ask feverishly.
“The Gestational Period and the REM Conditioning cycles are complete, the clone is ready and all tests show it to be healthy.”
You feel a rush of excitement that started in your groin and in a trembling voice command the computer to open the cloning bed. The thick goo recedes as it is pumped into the recycling tanks then a gentle spray of water washes both the tank and the clone free of the slimy substance and your eyes widen as you look upon the glorious clone of your mother laying restful and naked in the status bed.
God she was gorgeous! With your hands pressed up against the glass you stare down at her long golden legs, firm thighs and inviting hips. Your eyes move over her firm belly up to those great glorious tits, sitting full and high on her chest quivering gently with each sleeping breath. Her dark hair and skin were still damp and glistening from the wash the bed had given her and your cock was standing rigid in your pants at the sight of all that warm glowing flesh.
Your eyes flicked to her face to make sure she was still sleeping when you took a step back in surprise. Her pretty slender face was definitely that of your mothers but at the same time it wasn’t, she looked younger, much younger. Your mother had just reached the age of forty when the colony ship had fled earth and had still been a stunner regardless, but this clone looked a good fifteen years younger. Maybe it was because this version of your MILF mother had no care lines or wrinkles one might get after forty years of living instead of three weeks in a vat. Maybe it was because it hadn’t the decades of exposure to sunlight and polluted air, but either way the clones lovely face was young and flawless.
You were almost panting with your face against the glass at this point, wondering if you should wake her first or just climb straight into the Status bed with her when her large emerald eyes slowly opened and fixed on you with a sleepily confused expression and a soft hand came up to gently press against the glass near your face. Stepping back from the bed you had given the computer the ‘open’ command for the cloning bed and thought quickly on how you were going to play out this first meeting…
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