Mother's point of view
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From my window I saw what I thought was some kid’s drone land in my backyard and a slime creature crawled from it. I called my daughter Cindy to come look. She did for a second, but the slime had disappeared. Cindy was clearly disinterested, and told me she was going out with friends. I’m pissed, but she’s 18, and has a life beyond me. As the door shuts, I witness something amazing. The slime had gotten into my house, and has just turned itself into a copy of my daughter, albeit a version in just a bra and panties. I’m not complaining though. I love my daughter’s body, in ways a mother shouldn’t. I’d never act on my secret desire for her, but, even as I walk around this identical version of her, I can’t help but see this as an opportunity. I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to my bedroom. When we arrive, I begin to strip. “Why are you removing your clothing mother?” my fake daughter asked. “Call me Mommy, dear,” I instruct. “We’re going to get naked together, and I’m going to show you all the things I’ve dreamt about doing to you.” The fake Cindy stared at me, clearly confused, but then said, “Yes mother, I mean, Mommy.” The bra and panties she had on suddenly melt away. “I have some things I want you to say and do as we have sex, baby.” Fake Cindy nods attentively, eager to do as I say. I have her lick my boobs, and eventually our bodies writhe together in a passionate embrace. Whatever this thing is, it makes me cum so many times. I hope I can convince it to stay and hide out in my house so I can have this opportunity many more times.