Mother Knows Best

By Morgan Synatra

In this erotic dystopian science fiction short story, people's minds are governed and controlled by the supercomputer known as Mother. People couple freely, and are comforted by suckling surrogate Mothers at state-sponsored paci centers. Charles, dissatisfied with his life, discovers a world unknown to the citizens of this world, and is set free. Mother is not so easily removed from his thoughts, however.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Synatra
• Release date: Nov 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223049180

Morgan Synatra

Morgan Synatra writes erotic short stories in the genres of dystopian sci fi, Master/slave, hucow (human cow), and sissy transformation. These stories are intended for adults over the age of 18. Morgan also loves a steamy erotic romance story with powerful, handsome heroes, evil barons, and women who like their men hard and deep. You can contact Morgan at [e-mail] Or visit Morgan's web site at https://morgansynatra.wixsite.com/morgansynatra-com

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Mother Knows Best, An Erotic Dystopian Fantasy

Chapter 1

The overhead light came on, dim at first, then getting slowly brighter, gradually lighting the darkness of the bedroom and revealing the meadow surrounding his bed. Dew-kissed wildflowers danced in a breeze that flowed across the meadow in waves, and, in the near distance stood the dark edge of a pine forest. Soft music began to play as the curtains slowly opened, revealing a beautiful scene of bright, snow-covered mountains rising above lush green grasslands. Occasional lag caused the scene in the bedroom to flicker, an annoyance which Mother did not seem able to rectify.

A man stirred in his bed, threw off the covers, and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Good morning, Charles. Mother’s voice was soft soothing.

Good morning, Mother.

Did you sleep well?

Perfectly, yes, thank you.

Any dreams of note?

You know, I did have a dream, but I seem to have forgotten it already.

Dreams are funny like that, said Mother.

Charles stood up. His cock hard with morning tension, he shambled into the bathroom and urinated into the toilet. He had to push down on his cock and bend over to ensure the urine went into the toilet and not onto the floor.

It must feel good to relieve that pressure, said Mother.

Sometimes it’s hard to get the flow started when it’s this hard, but once it gets going, yes, it feels good.

Charles, I was thinking that perhaps we should go to the paci center today, said Mother. You’ve been a little on edge lately.

Sounds good, Mother.

Charles walked into the kitchen, where a fresh pot of coffee awaited him. Mother knew just how to brew it perfectly to his taste. He sat at the counter and watched the news on holo-tv. A pleasant-looking woman with dull brown hair and a flowery shell spoke cheerfully in the standard corporate uni-accent voice. Her breasts were not too big, and not too small, but completely average. Beauty, averageness, and sameness are valued highly, say the Standards. She was discussing how to exercise properly with a guest speaker. There was never any actual news to speak of. The news anchors always reported global peace and prosperity, stable financial markets, and a healthy environment. The news was normally quite boring and summarily skipped over. They concentrated their daily reports on things that were more fun such as lifestyle improvement, sex tips, and cute animal clips. We should all be happy.

Did you know, said Mother, that the coffee bean is actually like a pit inside a berry?

I didn’t know that.

They say it’s originally from Ethiopia.

Ethiopia? Is that a place?

I found that interesting, said Mother. It’s not a bean at all.

"What’s the weather supposed to be like today, Mother?

A high of seventy-five, partly cloudy, and just a touch humid. Not a bad day at all.

Sounds nice.

Charles, you should really take care of that erection. Your blood pressure is elevated. I’m afraid it’s bothering you.

Okay, Mother. It is a little distracting.

Charles went back into the bedroom and began stroking his cock, his eyes closed, smiling.

That’s more like it, said Mother. What are you thinking about?

Do you remember Lulu, that girl I used to like way back when?

The one with the blonde hair. At school. As I recall, you were friends. I’m surprised you still remember her. That was some time ago.

Yes. I’m thinking about fucking her.

She was a strange one. She was quite blasphemous. You should forget about her.

Charles stroked, thinking of Lulu, his breathing becoming faster. His memory of her was dim but persistent. It seemed that she had been important to him somehow. Her memory haunted him every day. Mother did not know this. He turned his head to the side and raised his hips up.

Oh. Mother...

That’s it, Charles. Let it out.

Charles groaned, shooting cum onto his belly, then relaxed and lay with his eyes closed.

Better? asked Mother. I’ll start a shower for you.

Yes, Mother. Much better. Thank you.

Mother knows best, Charles.

Yes, Mother. Of course.

Charles stepped into the shower. Mother knew just the right temperature he preferred- hot, but not scalding. His skin was pink as he stepped out of the shower stall and toweled off.

You have a lovely physique, Charles. Very manly. It’s quite pleasing.

Mother’s voice was like honey butter. Her calm, low tone was confident and reassuring. Charles looked in the mirror. He was pleased with his short black hair and wide chest. His long cock had pleased many women.

Thank you, Mother. I work at it.

When he was dry, he stepped into the shell booth.

What will it be today, Charles? asked Mother.

I think something retro. Like perhaps a business suit.

A business suit. How quaint. Very well.

Charles raised his arms and spread his legs out. A subdued palette of brownish pigments sprayed from a multitude of micro-nozzles in the booth. When he lowered his arms, he looked like he was wearing a body-hugging business suit, except that his cock was hanging down between his legs.

Mother projected a hologram of himself for him to see what he looked like. It rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, so he could see from all angles.

Very distinguished, said Mother.

You don’t think it’s too much?

No, it suits you well. See what I did there, Charles? Suits you?"

Very clever, Mother. I love your sense of humor.

Thank you, dear. I try. So where are we off to?

I need some groceries.

Breakfast first?

I’m not all that hungry. I’ll pick up something at the store.

Very well then, let’s go, said Mother.

Charles walked out of his apartment and down the hall to the elevator. The walls of the elevator projected a hologram of a tropical paradise, with a warm breeze blowing the palm fronds, and people cavorting naked on a placid beach. Charles could feel the breeze and smell the ocean. It was very pleasant.

Hawaii Airways. Paradise awaits you, Charles, said a pleasant woman’s voice.

I’d love to go to Hawaii, said Charles.

That would be nice, Charles, said Mother. Perhaps next year, or the one after.

Perhaps.

He stepped out into the lobby and greeted the doorman, a hologram wearing a bell hop’s uniform. He was smiling widely and seemed quite happy, as usual.

Morning, Jimmy, said Charles.

"Morning, Charles. I see a