Review: 9,2 out of 10
I am not into fake boobs, but Tiffany Watson is just fantastic in this scene. She doesn't laugh and keeps her eyes unfocused all the time. The hot Fembot starts moaning when Brock switches on "Moaning-Intensity" which should feel wrong, but it doesn't. In many scenes, the male talent asks if the girl is ready for a facial. Brock asks Tiffany, the actress, not the Fembot, why should you ask a lifeless robot?
Tiffany stays in character, continues to suck his dick, and gives her non-verbal consent. That's amazing.
Oliver Faze works on his acting skills in this scene. He tries to cry in front of a camera, and he fails miserably, no tears, bad facial expressions, but the performance is convincing enough.

What's really great is the chemistry between Brock and Oliver. How he explains the birds and the bees on a Sex-Ed-Fembot is really cool and entertaining ... in more than one way.

Idea: 10 out of 10
Acting: 8 out of 10
Directing and Camera: 10 out of 10
Sound: 8 out of 10
Make-Up and Set-Design: 10 out of 10

Story and quotes
Brock drives his SUV in the driveway. His StepSon's bike is already in the parking lot.

»Oh, that's strange, Oliver should not be home this early.«

The older man enters his home. He hears a weird sound and finds StepSon crying on his bed.

"What's wrong, Oliver?"

"Oh, nothing. It's fine," Oliver lies. He sniffs.

Brock knows his StepSon well. Oliver is a compassionate and sensitive person, but he rarely cries.

"Well, no, talk to me. What's going on?"

"No, forget about it. I want to move schools."

"Whatever is going on. The dust is going to settle. It's going to blow over. Talk to me. What's happening?"

"Do you remember my ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah. Braylin."

"She told everyone at school that we had sex. And she said it was horrible. My Ex said something about Cummisingus, and that I suck at it, not literally. Her bestie laughed so hard, but I wouldn't understand. And then she called me stupid for not knowing the word or the action."

"Oh, son. Cunnilingus is oral sex."

Oliver whales in agony. "I don't care, Dad! Braylin faked an orgasm to get out of the situation. She had to fake it, because I'm so bad."

"You are not bad, just inexperienced."

"NOOOO! I'M BAD! And Braylin told everybody. Everyone at school knows. Emily, Sarah, Brittany, and Jessica."

Brock thinks: »Sarah had these big tits, right?«

"Oh, wow. Yeah, that's rough."

"Can we change my name? I don't want to go back."

"No, everything is going to be fine. The dust will settle, just like I said."

Oliver inhales. "I'm going to be known as the kid who doesn't know how to do anything - who sucks at sex. What am I supposed to do?"

"Just go out there, meet a girl, and practice."

"To get rejected again? So another girl will fake an orgasm? My life is destroyed. You are not helping. Just leave me alone."

"Really?"

"Yes. Just leave me alone. Just go!"

Oliver starts to sob uncontrollably. Brock is overwhelmed. He doesn't know what to do. He pats his son on the back. "Here, here."

"Who are you? Sheldon Cooper? Please go, Dad, PLEASE!"

Brock leaves. He is angry at himself and Oliver. "Fucking, kid!"

A phone rings somewhere, but Brock doesn't care. He wants to help Oliver with his woes.

Brock goes to his room, picks up his phone, and googles some stuff. "Modern. Sex. Education."

Cell pings.

"No, I don't want to get certified."

Suddenly, his screen goes black, but then he sees an attractive blond girl.

Advertisement trailer plays: Adaptive Learning Mode, Custom Moaning Intensity, and Rush Delivery Available.

"That rush delivery could have this thing at the doorstep by tomorrow," Brock says to an empty room. But the older man is very excited, he found a good present for his son.

"Ooh, there we go. This looks promising. Fembot. All right."

Brock scrolls through the pictures.

"Now we are talking business. Hello, Tiffany. Nice outfit, nice lingerie."

The young StepDad looks at his phone. He is puzzled.

"What's that button for? Ah, rush delivery? I could have this thing on my doorstep by tomorrow? What a nice service. And all-inclusive."

Brock looks at the price again, hesitates, but then he hits the button. "Yeah, order now!"

So Brock clicks on the "rush delivery" option when he orders the Fembot. 36 hours later, Tiffany stands in his living room. Brock is alone at home when the Fembot arrives. She is fully equipped for sexual intercourse, and she was built to help with sex education. The middle-aged StepFather reads the instructions, installs the app, and discovers the name of the Fembot: Tiffany. Blood rushes into his penis when Brock touches Tiffany for the first time.

Oliver: "Could you help me with her?"

Brock: "Like a sex talk?"

"No, not like >The Talk< or the >Birds and the Bees< ... it's more like ... ehm ... I really don't know anything about sex and maybe you could show me with her ..."

"Ok. How about this ... I will show you the parts of a woman, how to touch them, how to get a woman excited and wet and we will go from there ..."

"YEAH! Great idea!"

"Normally you would need consent, but luckily we have a robot here to practice on. So we have to take this belt off ... ehm ..."

Oliver opens the belt at Tiffany's back, not on her front, like his dad tries.

"I am proud of you, Oliver, you already do better than your old man."

"What's next?"

"It's really cool. She responds to basic voice commands ... watch this!"

Oliver is really concentrated and excited at the same time.

"Fembot 2.0 ... ehm ... Tiffany? Raise your arms above your head!"

Tiffany instantly raises her arms. Her huge tits are shifting position and now both men can take off her white top. Tiffany wears a beautiful black bra, that holds her massive breasts in place.

"Tiffany rotated 90 degrees to your left!"

Now Oliver has access to her bra and he can open it. Brock gives him tips if he fumbles it and cannot open it right away. Showing confidence is the most important thing.

They remove her bra and both of them fall in love with her perfect fake-tits. They are big and firm. Brock shows his son how to touch them and how to play with the nipples. Tiffany's nipples are extra-hard, like pencil-eraser-nipples and Oliver cannot wait to suck on them. A moment later his dad sucks the left nipple and Oliver licks her right one with his tongue. It feels so real, having her nipple in his mouth. Oliver is so happy.

They take off every piece of clothing and Oliver gets an erection when he sees Tiffany's shaved cunt for the first time. Brock opens up her cunt and explains terms like "labia" and "clit".

"The clit looks like a little bean ..."

"That is exactly right. I don't think you will ever see a more beautiful pussy in your life, Son."

"Yeah, it's really amazing."

"What do you think ... should we lay her on the couch and explore her pussy a little bit further?"

Brock continues his sex education by showing the basics of cunnilingus. He spreads Tiffany's legs, so he can access her sweet Fembot-Cunt with his mouth.

"Do not go for the pussy directly. Play with your hands on her inner thigh, and kiss her skin. Kiss your way up to the >main event< ... if you know what I mean. Eye contact is key. You will know when she is ready. And then start with a kiss on the clit."

"The little bean."

"Correct."

They talk a little bit more about how to please a woman, but Oliver is mainly curious about intercourse. So his dad decides to show him. Brock removes his trousers, strokes his dick a couple of times and then he positions himself in front of Tiffany. The Fembot has her legs spread wide and both men have a good view of her tits and cunt.

Since Brock did not cum earlier that day, he is actually happy, he can fuck Tiffany again.

"This model comes with an automated lubrication system, but with a real girl, you might need to talk more or eat her out real good."

"What does that mean?"

"Eating out is a term for cunnilingus."

Brock rubs his dick on her pussy lips.

"If you are not hard enough, most girls will suck your dick or you can ask them to >help you< understand?"

"Yes."

"When it's nice and hard and she is wet, you just push it in like that ..."

Brock inserts his huge cock into the Fembot's vagina. Again Tiffany does not wince or even blink.

"You should not push it in all the way at first. Most girls need a little time to widen and accept your cock completely. Then you fuck her with long strokes ... back and forth ... nice and consistent."

"Do you change your speed at all, dad?"

"You should do, what you like, but ... and that is an important BUT ... you should also pay attention to the woman as well. If she says >faster<, you go faster. If she says >deeper< and >harder<, you go deeper and harder."

Brock starts to breathe heavily and moan. He really enjoys Tiffany's wet, juicy cunt. And since his son still asks questions he gives the Fembot a good pounding, too.

"Is a real girl that quiet?"

"No. You can turn on Moaning in the app. I tested ... ehm ... I heard >Medium< is the best setting to start with."

Oliver finds the right setting within the app and Tiffany starts moaning, like she is enjoying Brock's cock for real. Oliver smiles. What a great gift by his dad.

"Ok, son. Are you ready to jump in? Step up the plate, Son!"

"I don't know ..."

"Come on, try it, Son. Nobody is watching, nobody is judging. I know you got this, Son, I know you got this."

They fist-bump each other and Oliver takes off his shirt and then his trousers. Since he is already rock-hard, he puts his glans on Tiffany's clit and rubs it up and down. Then he massages her labia with his penis. When he inserts his cock into her wet cunt, a small moan escapes Tiffany's mouth.

"Oh, I put it in and she made a noise ..."

"Yeah, she is learning."

Oliver shoves his cock in all the way. He tries to copy his dad's fucking motion and the young boy is in heaven.

"Dad, this is the best present EVER!"

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»« Brock drives his SUV in the driveway. His StepSon's bike is already in the parking lot.

»Oh, that's strange, Oliver should not be home this early.«

Brock hears his son crying in his room.

"What's wrong, Oliver?"

"Oh, nothing. It's fine," Oliver lies. He sniffs.

Brock knows his StepSon well. Oliver is a very sensitive person, but he rarely cries.

"Well, no, talk to me. What's going on?"

"No, forget about it. I just want to move schools."

"Whatever is going on. The dust is going to settle. It's going to blow over. Talk to me. What's happening?"

"Do you remember my ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah."

"She told everyone at school that we had sex. And it was horrible. My Ex said something about Cummisingus, and that I suck at it, not literally. Her bestie laughed so hard, but I wouldn't understand. And then she called me stupid for not knowing the word or the action."

"Oh, son."

"She told everybody. Everyone at school knows. Emily, Sarah, Brittany, and Jessica."

"Oh, wow. Yeah, that's rough."

"Can we change my name? I don't want to go back."

"No, everything's going to be fine. The dust will settle, just like I said."

"You know, as the kid that doesn't know how to do anything, what am I supposed to do?"

"All right, son. I'll tell you what: We'll call in sick for a couple days. We'll let things, you know, calm down a little bit. Everything's going to be okay, though."

"This is probably my fault. I should have had 'The Talk' with you. About the birds and the bees, you know? You can't be expected to just be good at it, to know how things work, I guess."

Brock looks at his StepSon who tries to hide his face and tears.

"Okay, bud. So, we're going to get through this. Not a big deal. So, you want to talk about it?"

"Now?"

"Yeah. There is no time like the present."

"What? No. That's not going to do anything. It's too late now. Just leave me alone."

"Really?"

"Yes. Just leave me alone. Just go!"

"We'll talk later, okay? I'll let you have some time yourself."

"My life is destroyed."

"No, it's going to be okay, bud."

Brock picks up his phone and googles some stuff. "Modern. Sex. Education."

Cell plings.

"No, I don't want to get certified."

"Ooh, there we go. This looks promising. Fembot. All right."

Brock scrolls through the pictures.

"Now we are talking business. Hello, Tiffany. Nice outfit, nice lingerie."

The young StepDad looks at his phone. He is puzzled.

"What's that button for? Ah, rush delivery? I could have this thing on my doorstep by tomorrow? What a nice service. And all-inclusive."