Chapter 2: The Pathway to Peculiar Pleasures.
The young woman stands staring, then whips out a notepad from her overalls, chewing on the end of a quill as she watches silently, diligently, scribbling notes as her metal creation ravages her mother like the mechanical beast he is.
"Oh... gods!" The mother quivers, panting between words. "The... power... level... is... a... bit... high. We need... oh ...hnnnnngh.... yes, yes just.... Oh, Maidens of Mercy! We need more... eeeeehhhh... dampers in the hips... he's clunking..."
"Ok, ok. Got it. How's his thrust vectoring? Do we need to add more pulse-crystals?"
"Mmmhmmm." the mother moans. "It's... perfect."
The young woman chuckles as she saunteres off, mumbling to herself excitedly as she pours over her notes.
He turns his attention back to the squealing silver-head he holds in his mechanical hands.
"B-bed..." she cries through clenched teeth.
He turns toward the bed while his perfectly placed thrusts elicit whimpers of pleasure with each flick of his hips.
Gently lowering her onto the silvery, silk sheets, she immediately settles onto all fours, sinks her face into the soft mattress and arches her backside up toward him.
"Keep power-levels at 80%, use some variations in the thrust pattern... and make sure you touch me." she whispers through a grin.
He eagerly complies.