KLRXO Stories

Chapter 67: Lost in Space...with Mom_1

Lost in Space...with Mom (Revised & expanded edition)

By Klrxo & Sci-fi Mommy

Adam circled the family spacecraft around the moons of Orion. He had just gotten his operators license and was feeling a little cocky. He couldn't wait to have a ship of his own to impress the Intergalactic chicks with. Perhaps if he wowed them enough, he'd be able talk them into landing on a private moon somewhere where he could fuck them silly.

His family's spacecraft wasn't exactly an interstellar hotrod. The forward portion of the ship contained a control room and hyper-sleep chamber, while the rear consisted of a living area to provide comfort during long intergalactic trips.

As Adam sped just above the moon's surface, the voice of the onboard computer suddenly startled him. "Adam, you have an incoming call from...."

"Mom," a pretty female voice announced.

"Hey, mom," Adam answered with a tap on the control screen.

"Hey, handsome, I'm done shopping down here. Wanna come get me?"

"I'll be there in a flash," Adam replied, tapping another button on the screen.

"Take your time. If you get stopped by flight patrol again your father will kill you," his mom warned. "Roger that!"

"Changing course to...Orion Intergalactic Mall, docking port 313," the female computer voice announced.

The spacecraft quickly ascended from the moon's surface and blasted towards the colorful planet of Orion. Within minutes it dropped towards the planet's surface, disappearing into the body of an enormous manmade superstructure. Orion had more food, shopping and lodging options than any planet in all the solar systems that had been explored and settled by humans, making it a popular destination.

The family craft quivered slightly as it made contact with docking port 313, the jets hissing as they cooled. "Voice recognition please," the computer voice said.

"Heather Renee Collins," a sexy, motherly voice answered. "Thank you. Performing Security scan on Heather Renee Collins."

Just outside the ship's entrance, a fine blue laser-scan struck Heather's dainty feet, which were arched in a pair of six-inch stiletto-heeled boots. Heather's choice of outfits today was a woman's body glove space-suit, which most all females wore during their shopping excursions in deep space. It was a dark-blue neck-to-floor suit that was made of a pliable fabric, fitting a woman like a second skin.

The laser traveled up Heather's strong matronly legs. Because the suit looked as though it were literally painted on, it molded snuggly against the V of her tumescent crotch, creating a nice deep camel toe. Outside her suit, was a light blue stringed accessory, which consisted of thin straps crossing her lush hips, with a single strap branching off in the front and back. The back strap disappeared between the crack of her large round ass. The front strap was connected to the hip strap by a pretty pink heart-shaped buckle and stretched down,

wedging between her puffy outer labia.

The laser continued upward, along her trim torso, then struck the giant swell of her enormous breasts. Each of Heather's tits was snuggly encased in her outfit, so it appeared as if the fabric were literally shrink wrapped around her gigantic boobs. The ends of the breast portions were capped in pink, which allowed Heather large puffy areola and thick rubbery nipples to protrude out clearly. This was an age in which the majority of moms had evolved to develop breasts that were ridiculously oversized, much to the delight of young men everywhere.

The laser scanned over Heather's beautiful facial features, beneath the round bubble-looking space helmet she had on. She looked like the actress that was once popular on Earth, many hundreds of years ago, named Angelina Jolie. Her eyes were brilliant blue, and like most moms in this time period, she had big pink bee-stung lips. Her silky brunette hair flowed down past her shoulders.

"Security scan confirmed," the computer announced.

The ship's hatch door hissed open and Heather strode forward like a futuristic space Goddess. Her dainty stiletto heels tapped against the cold steel floor, as one sexy leg moved gracefully in front of the other. The upper portion of her space suit was built to provide support, however, even under it's snug confines, Heather's tremendous bosom shifted about and quivered with every confident stride.

"Your approach was beautiful. I'm impressed," she told her son, setting her flashy shopping bags down.

"Thanks. Maybe that means I'm ready for my own starship now," Adam proudly suggested.

"Well, I'll be sure and tell your father how well you handled the ship, but you know I can't promise you anything." "I know," replied the teen. Adam was a tall, lean young man, who had just barely turned 18 a week ago.

Despite how his body was maturing, he still exhibited some of that boyhood clumsiness.

"He looks more and more like his dad every day," Heather thought as she stared at her boy.

"I'm gonna go prep for hyper-sleep," stated Heather, then slipped her bubble-helmet off and fluffed her long beautiful mane of dark hair. "Get us out of orbit, and set our coarse for home."

"Yes, ma'am," Adam replied, jumping back into the captain's seat. He gazed back for a moment, watching his mom's big round bubble butt sway atop her sexy legs. The skin tight space suite fit so snuggly around her jiggling derriere, it looked like she was wearing nothing at all and someone had simply painted her rounded butt cheeks blue.

Adam maneuvered the spaceship up away from the planet Orion, following the flow of other rockets as they raced towards their various planetary destinations.

As his mom had instructed him, the boy set the ship's coordinates for planet Earth, then hung his headset on a little piece of equipment above the control screen. He then left to join his mom.

The hyper-sleep chamber consisted of a row of beds that closed up when activated, to make capsules that were automated to care for humans during space travel. Heather was sitting on the edge of her bed, removing her stiletto-heeled boots.

"Ready when you are, mom," Adam informed her, entering the chamber. He watched the boots slide off her sexy feet, then she stood and removed her gloves.

"Great, honey. Will you store my shopping bags in one of the overheads for me?"

"Sure thing," answered the boy. One of the flashy shopping bags said "Astra's Naughty Negligee" on the outside, so he peeked in. He couldn't tell what is was in the bag, but it look extremely tiny and skimpy.

"No peeking, Mr. Snoopy pants. That's for your father," his mom warned with a sly smile.

"From what I saw...it doesn't look like something dad would wear," Adam joked.

"Ha-ha, very funny," his mom teased back. "You know what I meant."

The mother strode towards her son on bare feet. Wrapped in the snug material, her gigantic breasts moved as if they were bare, bobbling from their immense weight. She stepped right up to her teen and smiled warmly. He was only slightly taller than her and shared the same dark-brown hair color. Despite being the opposite sex, their genetic similarities were blatantly obvious.

"Good gracious, I just can't get over how handsome he is," the mother thought. "How does he not have a girlfriend yet?"

"I sure am proud of you, my little space pilot," she cooed, gazing at him adoringly. Her eyes were so big and brilliant blue that he felt like he could melt just staring back at them.

"Thanks," Adam blushed.

"You've gotten so handsome, it just makes my tummy tingle just looking at you. It won't be long and girls will be chasing you all across the galaxy."

"I would certainly like that."

"I'm sure you would," Heather giggled, "and I bet you'd like what they'd do to you once they caught you," she

winked.

"Yes."

"I wonder if he's a virgin?" Heather thought, then threw her arms open. "How about a big hug before we sleep?"

"Sure," the boy gulped, staring over at his mom's heaving monster-sized melons, with their engorge papilla protruding out beneath the ends of the suit.

Heather stepped forward, curling her arms around her son's neck as she pulled him in against her. Adam's chest sunk down into the squishy canyon between her giant mams, making his prick harden faster than it ever had.

The mother loved the feel of her young, strong boy mashed up against her colossal tits. It made her feel connected to him, in the same way she had when she carried him in her womb. Heather accepted her son's fascination for her giant boobs as just a natural part of his growing up. To her, finding her undergarments coated with teenaged cock cream was just part of being a mom.

Heather led her son by the hand over to her hyper-sleep bed and lifted herself up onto it. Adam watched as his mom brought her pretty bare feet up and laid down, so that she was flat on her back. He couldn't help but stare at her big fleshy orbs as they rolled slightly off the sides of her chest. She gazed up at her son, still holding his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Take us home, Captain," she declared.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, closing her hyper-sleep bed. With a sharp hiss, the capsule emitted a sleeping gas and within seconds Heather's eyes were rolling back and gently closed shut.

With his mom now in deep sleep, Adam took a second to scan her gorgeous body through the clear glass, as it lay there limp on the bed. He couldn't get over how long and sexy her legs were, and God how he loved his mother's dainty bare feet. The truth was, Adam was in love with every inch of his mom, and wanted to fuck her so bad it drove him crazy just thinking about it. What fascinated him the most were her huge oversized tits. He swallowed hard as he gazed down at the shrouded udders, wondering what it would be like to have his head sandwiched between them.

"Fuck it," he said out loud, then hit the button on the screen and the glass top lifted back off the capsule. His hand crept over and rested on top of one of her massive rounded tit-slopes.

As he gently squeezed, his fingers sunk into the spongy flesh. Adam felt his knees quiver with excitement and his already-hard cock throbbed almost painfully in his space suit. For a good five minutes he played with her breasts, savoring their immense softness. He felt their hefty weight in his hands and pulled on her thick rubbery nipples through the thin fabric.

His attention shifted to her camel-toed crotch. His horny mind suddenly realized that he could do much, much more without her knowing. The gas she had inhaled was enough to keep her out for the entire three-hour trip back to Earth. He knew that in that time he could strip her naked and fuck her like he always dreamed of doing.

"Okay, I'm gonna do this," the boy stated out loud in a determined tone. He began peeling off his mom's suit.

"Oh, fresh!" he sighed, which was a popular expression for young men his age. He had just pulled Heather's suit down over her gigantic knockers and was gawking at them in their naked state for the very first time. Her tumescent nipples stuck out from the peaks of her fleshy mountains like fat cherries on top of a sundae.

He squeezed her bulging breasts at the sides and beat them together, making the fatty flesh ripple obscenely. He could have played with her humongous udders all day, but he was dying to smell her pussy. Adam shucked the rest of her body suit off like a corn husk, then stared lustfully at his mom's mons pubis. A cute little pubic landing strip crowned the shaved folds of flesh that came together to form the gorge of her pudendal cleft.

Adam's heart beat so fast he felt like he might pass out. He leaned down until his nose rested against the fleshy hood that peeked from her labium. He inhaled deeply and felt his entire body quiver with forbidden arousal as his lungs filled with the smell of warm musky pussy.

His tongue split her quim and plowed up through the grotto of her most secret place. He felt the searing heat of her vaginal furnace scorch his licker as it traveled in between her fragrant folds and across the plump fleshy bulb of her clitoris.

"Mmngff!" the teen gasped, taking a breath of air before digging his face down into the vestibule of her cunt and gliding his tongue across her creamy pink center. Like a lapping dog, he repeated this again and again, his snake sinking a little deeper with each swipe. Finally, he was literally tongue-fucking her. His head swirled with delight as he tasted his mom's sweet cuntal nectar. With an excited whimper, he kissed his way down, across his mom's perineum, then spent a full minute licking the pink crinkled ring of her butt-hole.

By this time, Adam's cock was about bursting through his space suit. It was so hard it almost hurt. He reached down and unzipped his suit at the crotch, releasing an absolute beast of a cock. It branched out stiffly from his loins as he stood, nearly ten-inches long. A spider web of thick bulging veins were popping out along the thick penile stalk. The knob was purple and engorged, like a spongy oversized plumb. For boys his age, it was typical to have a monster cock. Over the years, human males had evolved that way. Their dicks got smaller the older they got into adulthood.

Possessed by lust, the horny teen crawled up onto the bed, prying his mom's gorgeous legs apart. He knew the best part of this was the fact that his mother was in a deep hyper-sleep so she didn't have to feel the initial

pain of having his giant dick cramming its way inside her. He knew for him, however, that process was gonna be immensely pleasurable.

He sunk down between the saddle of her silky thighs and dug his cum-drooling helmet into Heather's love- socket. The heat of her vaginal pit scorched his glans as he stretched his mom's cuntal opening with the huge knob of his cock.

"Ahh, mommy!" Adam squealed as his broad knob popped into his mother's treasure box.

He pushed forward and sighed as the corrugated ribs of his mom's pink cuntal lining stretched around the contours of his prick. His boner slowly inched its way to the bottom. The teen shuddered with wicked delight as he felt the wonders of having his meat fully sheathed in cupid's glove for the first time in his life.

Back in the control room, the little headset that Adam unwisely hung above the control screen came loose, as the craft blasted towards it's assigned destination. The headset fell down against the screen on it's side, in a way that accidentally modified their position of travel.

"Please confirm the change the coordinates to A310825?" the computer voice asked.

The headset then fell flat, hitting the confirmation button. It was a freaky mishap, that had probably rarely happened in space travel. Unfortunately, for Heather and her son, their destination had been substantially altered.

"Thank you. Changing coordinates to A310825," the autopilot announced.

Back in the hyper-sleep chamber, Adam was pounding his mom's dreamy cunt-mound with long ball-bumping thrusts. He held onto Heather's silky-smooth legs, which he had sort of twisted around him the best he could. He watched in spellbinding fascination as he made the huge round orbs of her tits roll up and down her chest, like big rippling pillows.

With exquisite resistance, his fat prick plunged along the delicate tube of her snug vagina. His thrusts were lubricated by the steady flow of pre-jizz that seeped from the cunt-smothered slit of his cock. With each downward thrust, he could feel his spongy knob lightly kiss the head of her cervix.

"Ohhh...ohhhh...oh, shit!" his voice trembled, more sexually excited than he'd ever been in his life, which made his dick tingle with magical sensations...ones that could only be created by the clutch of a mother's cunt.

He looked up at his mom's beautiful face. Her mouth was slightly parted as her head gently nodded from the vaginal assault she was receiving. He was struck with how incredibly beautiful she looked...like a matronly sleeping beauty, completely unaware of the strong blue-veined battering ram that was plowing through her sacred garden.

Adam's cock flexed powerfully, the muscles and tendons at the root of his boner bulging as they sustained the force of his frantic humping. "Hnngghh!" he snarled, fucking his mom like a lusty animal, making their crotches beat together. He trembled in delight, feeling his cunt-shrouded cock swell up even bigger, then it began spitting thick ropes of cock-milk, soaking Heather's birth canal. His grunts and groans echoed through the sleep chamber as his lean young ass bobbed up and down between Heather's splayed thighs. It was the first orgasm he'd ever had inside a woman's pussy and it felt incredible.

Adam suddenly panicked as the reality of what he'd just done kicked in. If his mom even suspected that he had fucked her while she slept, there would be hell to pay. With shaky hands, he frantically covered his tracks, putting his mom's suit back on the best he could and tucking his satisfied pecker back into his suit.

He closed her sleep capsule, then retreated to his own bed and prepared for the long trip home. Little did he know that 'home' was far from where they were going.

Heather's eyes fluttered open as she heard the familiar beeping and a flashing blue light that announced the end of their journey. As her capsule opened and she sat up, the mother looked inquisitively at a display, which tracked the time they slept by hours. It read: 443.

"Four-hundred and forty three hours... Oh shit!" she shouted in a panic, jumping to her feet. The mom paused to adjust the sleeves of her suit in which her mammoth breasts fit in, thinking it a bit odd that they were positioned incorrectly.

"Are we home?" Adam asked as he sat up groggily.

"I don't know. I think something's wrong," Heather replied as she rushed towards the control room. "What do you mean something's wrong?" Adam fearfully asked as he followed quickly after her.

"The display says we've been in hyper-sleep for four-hundred and forty-three hours. The journey back to earth was only three. Are you sure you entered those coordinates correctly?" Heather worriedly asked.

Before he could answer, the huge breasted mom discovered the headset on the ground and jumped into the captains seat to take action.

"Computer...give me our present coordinates please," she asked in a commanding tone. "Present coordinates are A310825," the computer voice answered.

"No..." Heather muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, that's wrong! Those aren't the coordinates for earth. Where are we?"

"Destination A310825," The computer answered.

"No, I want the fucking system! What system are we in?" Heather shouted impatiently.

Adam's heart was racing nervously. He'd never heard his mom use the F-bomb before. He realized by the way she was acting that their situation was serious.

"System unknown. Warning... fuel cells at low level," answered the computer.

"Of course they're low. We've been traveling for almost three weeks!" Heather exclaimed, then peered over at

her boy. "Adam, honey...are you sure you entered the right flight code?" "I know I did. The computer even confirmed it," he answered.

"Something must have happened. Computer...play back recorded footage from the control room, after the coordinates were entered," commanded Heather.

A holographic recording of the control room came up in front of them. Around it were smaller scenes taken at different parts of the craft around the same time. Heather fast-forwarded the footage, until she saw the headphones fall onto the control display.

"There! The headset must have fallen onto the display when the drives kicked in, and somehow altered our coordinates. Adam, that was a stupid decision. When you're piloting a ship, you have to pay attention to every move you make in the control room," Heather preached, glaring back at him.

Adam's eyes were drawn to movement on one of the smaller holographic screens. The mother noticed his sudden look of panic and turned to see what he was looking at.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" muttered Heather as her mouth fell open in shock. One of the smaller recordings was of the hyper-sleep chamber and her son banging the shit out of her.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, horrified by what she was watching.

"He fucked me! He fucked me while I was sleeping! How could he do such a thing?!" she thought.

Adam's stomach sunk in dread and fear. "Mom, I....I, um..." Unable to formulate an explanation for what they were watching, the boy embarrassingly rushed out of the control room. He was screwed, and he knew it.

Situated at the rear of the family craft was the cozy living quarters, which included a tiny bunkroom for Adam. The boy sat there worriedly on his bunk for an hour before he heard his door slide open.

Heather stepped into his room. She had changed into a long white maxi dress, featuring a haltered top and double high slits, which allowed her beautiful legs to peek out as she walked. Her dainty bare feet gently tapped against the floor as she stepped over and sat down on the edge of Adam's bunk next to him.

"Hi," she awkwardly muttered in a sweet voice.

"Hi," Adam responded in a shameful tone, glancing at the tremendous swell of her tits pushing out the fabric of her dress. He also couldn't help but notice how much of her silky smooth legs were exposed through the slit of her dress as she sat there. They looked so strong and soft.

Heather could see the look of remorse on her son's face. "He knows he did wrong. I'm not gonna sit here and

lecture him about it. We have more serious issues to deal with," she told herself.

"Well...here's our situation," Heather stated. "Our fuel cells are nearly spent, so even if we tried to get home...well, we wouldn't get far. I can't get a communication signal, which means that wherever we are...it's far away from any other human-inhabited planet or spacecraft."

"Can someone find us out here?" Adam asked.

"Finding someone in the depths of space is like finding a needle in a haystack. It's unlikely," Heather somberly answered.

"So, what are we gonna do?"

"Well, the good news is we have everything here we need. These ships are equipped with enough food, water and power-cells to last ten lifetimes. Unfortunately, since we're low on fuel and can't contact anyone...there's only one thing we can do."

"What?"

"Close the outer hatches and set the ship for drift," Heather explained.

"Wow, I really did screw up, didn't I?" Adam admitted.

Heather reached over, took his hand and gave it a squeeze, like any loving mother would. "I'm not gonna lie, Adam. This WAS a major screw up, but you're young...and you were thinking with the head in your pants and not the one on your shoulders," she giggled.

"Yeah, um...about that. I'm really sorry that I..." he started, but Heather cut him off.

"Careful what you apologize for, honey," she warned.

"What do you mean?"

"If you apologize for being neglectful in the control room, then that's fine, but if you're gonna apologize for fucking me in the hyper-sleep chamber, just don't."

"Why?"

"Because you're not sorry, that's why," she smiled. "I'm sure it was much to big of a thrill and WAY too pleasurable for you to feel any regrets."

"True, but it was still wrong to take advantage of you like that. If you decide to tell dad...I'll completely understand."

There was a short silence, then Adam looked over to see his mom sniffling, with a tear running down her cheek. "First of all, I don't need your father's help in handing down some discipline, but secondly...honey, we could be billions of miles from home, which means there's a good chance that we may never see your father again...ever."

"I'm sorry," the boy sighed in dread, then shared a hug with his mom. Given what had just happened, he tried to ignore the two giant squishy mounds crushed against his chest.

"Come on...you can help me power down the ship," she said, keeping his hand in hers as she stood up.

The two of them went back to the control room to power down the engines and set the spacecraft for drift mode. "What are those?" Adam asked, looking out the windows and watching huge metallic coverings enclose around the entire craft and lock into place.

"Those are the emergency hatches that will protect us from any space debris while we drift. We'll basically be just another rock floating through space, unless our distress signal reaches someone," she pointed out.

"What a helpless feeling."

"Yes...but we're together and we have everything we need to stay alive. That's something," Heather reminded him.

"True."

"You must be hungry. Let's get you some lunch and we'll talk about an appropriate punishment for what happened earlier," his mom suggested.

In the small galley of the spacecraft, Adam watched his mother make him a meal. His eyes feasted on the oversized mounds of breast-meat wobbling around on her chest as she worked.

They both ate without saying much...somber by the fact that the were lost...and didn't have the power to try to

find their way back. Heather finally broke the silence.

"You took advantage of a situation, Adam, and that was wrong. I figured out what I want your punishment to be."

"What?" he asked.

"I want you to watch the footage with me."

"The footage?"

"Yes, the recording of you in the hyper-sleep chamber, going about your naughty business. I want you to watch

it with me."

"Oh come on, mom...it's embarrassing," Adam blushed.

"There's no getting out of this, Adam. You agreed that there should be consequences," Heather reminded him. "Get something comfy on and meet me in the great room."

Adam went back to his room and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. Heather was waiting for him in the great room when he got there. It was a cozy little space, with a big fluffy lounge the size of a king-sized bed.

Heather was sitting in the center of the lounge with her gorgeous legs curled to the side. She patted the cushion in front of her.

"Come sit," she said softly.

Adam crawled onto the lounge and sat in front of his mom. Heather got up onto her knees behind him, tucking his hips between her open thighs. She leaned down against his back, resting her hands on his shoulders.

Adam let out an audible sigh as he felt her gigantic tits squash softly against his back. Braless beneath the thin gown, Heather's udders felt like soft warm bread-dough rolling out against the teenager's body. Her face now hovered over his shoulder and Adam could smell the sweet perfume she'd just applied.

"Playback, please," Heather loudly said.

Just in front of them, a huge holographic image appeared. It was the footage from the hyper-sleep chamber, starting with Heather taking the sleeping gas, with her capsule closed.

"So, how long had this naughty little plan been brewing in that handsome head of yours?" she asked. "A couple days," Adam confessed."

"Wow, that long? Waiting must have been the hardest part."

"Yes," the teen answered, feeling awkward and embarrassed having to confess these things in front of his mom.

They watched the footage of Adam opening his mom's capsule and feasting his lusty eyes on her voluptuous body. His gaze followed Heather's legs down to her sexy bare feet.

"Your adrenalin must have be pumping about now. Did you enjoy looking at my legs and feet?" Heather asked

him.

"Yes," Adam blushed.

In the footage, Adam's attention was now fully on Heather's bountiful breasts. "Not as much as you liked staring at other things obviously," she teased.

They watched as Adam's hand bravely wandered to his mom's tits and began gently kneading their spongy flesh.

"Those big breasts have always fascinated you, haven't they, sweetheart?" Heather whispered, fully aware of her boy's naughty fetish.

"Uh-huh," Adam muttered.

"I suppose that's my fault. Your father always said I should have weaned you off breast feeding a lot sooner."

In the footage Adam spent some time squeezing Heather's massive mammaries. As he awkwardly watched with his mom, Adam could feel his cock rising in his shorts as he recalled how thrilling the experience had been. His mom's squishy tits against his back and her sexy breath at his ear wasn't helping.

"You were really enjoying yourself, weren't you?" she giggled, watching her boy handle her knockers.

"They felt nice," he admitted.

"I'm surprised you're not sucking on them by now," Heather whispered, gently massaging her son's shoulders

with her hands. "Or that you didn't crawl on top of me and put your hard dick between them for a tittie-fuck."

Adam couldn't believe his mom had just suggested that. She had never really initiated sexual discussions with him before. He was simply too nervous and turned on to respond, so he watched himself continue to squeeze and shake her fatty mounds of breast-meat.

"I think you could you could have spent the whole three-hour trip playing with those big things," Heather

giggled.

In the footage Adam shed his mother's outfit, then leaned over and smelt his mom's fragrant pussy. "Smelt a little stronger and fresher than all those panties, didn't it?" she asked.

"What panties?" Adam asked.

"Don't 'what panties' me, buster. We moms aren't that stupid you know," she playfully scolded. Heather was quite used to finding her delicate undergarments painted with her boy's spunk.

They watched as Adam's tongue ran down Heather's quim and flailed at her butt-hole.

"You little ass-kisser!" Heather joked, giving him a peck on the cheek and making him laugh. In the footage, Adam released his monster cock and gave it a few eager strokes.

"My God, his dick is so big!" her mind gasped. "How did I even take all that."

"Your poor prick. It must have been really throbbing after playing with my tits and licking my pussy for that long," his mom cooed. She was so close he could feel her breath in his ear, while her hands continued to kneed at her boy's strong shoulders. Together, they watched as Adam crawled up onto the bed between his mom's legs and worked his cock inside of her.

"So I have to know, Mr. Naughty-pants...was this first time you ever penetrated a woman?" she asked. "Yeah," Adam answered, a bit embarrassed to be admitting that.

"Well, look at that...I got my son's cherry and didn't even know it," Heather smiled.

In the footage, Adam started to fuck away at Heather's limp, sleeping body, bringing her legs up around him.

"Well, one thing's for sure, you wouldn't know it was your first time. You're in pretty good form there, Romeo," said Heather, watching her son take long deep thrusts.

"Thanks," Adam blushed.

"Wow, there's no doubt that would have felt amazing...if I was awake for it," she thought.

"One thing you could have tried here is hooking my legs up over your shoulders. It would have given you a little more control, and allowed you to have a greater depth of penetration," the mom advised.

"I don't think I could have gone any deeper, honestly."

Heather looked at him with surprise, her tummy tingling. "You were hitting my cervix?" she asked. "I think so. All I know is I couldn't push it in any deeper."

"Good grief! I can't remember the last time I had one that big," she thought..

The beautiful mother stared at him a moment in wonder. She hadn't felt a man plunder the back wall of her vagina for as long as she could remember. Her husband simply didn't have the size for it. When her eyes looked back at the holograph, she saw her tits roll up and down her chest as Adam shook her body with the power of his fuck-thrusts.

"Look at my big girls go!" Heather cheered. "That was definitely fresh," confessed her son.

"Yeah, I bet it was, you little breast-hound," Heather teased, watching her boy's young toned ass bob wildly between her legs. Her nipples hardened in arousal.

"You know, for your first-time in the saddle, you're really lasting a long time. That's impressive," Heather praised. "Did I feel really tight?"

"Yes," the boy answered, his boner flexing as he thought back on the exquisite grip of his mom's hot juicy cunt. "Well, when you're having sex a woman who's AWAKE, she can squeeze your erection with her pussy muscles

and make it even more pleasurable for you."

In the footage, Adam's body quivered as he squirted his load deep inside Heather's juice-box. "Well, I suppose it was a good thing our trip was three hours. Any less and I might have had all that goo running down my legs," Heather giggled.

"Sorry, I should have at least pulled out."

"Well, pulling out's no fun at all," his mom confessed, watching her son struggle to get her suit back on. "I'm

sure getting that suit back onto my body was no easy task." "Another detail I didn't consider when I took it off," Adam admitted.

"Lay your head down here on my lap, honey," said Adam's mom invitingly.

Adam sprawled onto his back, with his head resting on Heather's lap. The way her beautiful face peered down over the giant swell of her breasts made his heart race excitedly. His mom tenderly stroked her fingers through his hair as she spoke. "What you did in that video was wrong, but it's also made me realize something."

"What's that?"

"Even though we're lost in deep space, and may never be found, I'm gonna be OK, and so are you...because we have each other."

"I'll do whatever I can to take care of you, mom...I promise."

Heather smiled while gazing down at him. "Yeah...I guess we found that out didn't we?" she giggled. "Yes."

"Well, if someone doesn't find us, I'm gonna be in the market for a new man," she winked. "Keep that in mind." "I most certainly will."

"Good. Come up here and give me a hug."

Adam got onto his knees and as his mom moved forward, then playfully pushed him down onto his back. She followed him down, until she was laying on top of him with her big squishy tits sandwiched between them.

"Not so big and bad when mom's awake, are we?" she teased.

Adam quickly rolled them over so that he was now on top, with Heather on her back. "You were saying?" he asked confidently.

She gazed up at him adoringly.

"This may not be so bad," Heather muttered.

"What?"

"Being lost aboard a ship, billions of miles from home, with my strong, horny teenaged son."

"I'm always that way when I'm around you, mom. I can't help it," he admitted, pressing his erect cock against Heather's snatch through their clothing.

"Well, in a typical mom-son relationship that may be a little weird, but given our current situation it may actually turn out to be a good thing," she said, while brushing the hair back from his eyes.

"Really? Why's that?" Adam asked.

"Well, we may be family, but we're still man and woman after all. We get urges...and lucky for us, we both like to fuck."

Adam's insides tingled as he realized what she was suggesting. "True...at least I know I do," he admitted. "Well, where do you think you get all your horny tendencies from?" Heather smiled. "Certainly not your father." "Dad doesn't want sex all the time?" he asked.

"He wants it fair amount, but it can still be frustrating for a spouse that wants it all day, every day, like I do." "I guess we're the same that way then," Adam confessed.

"It's a little too early yet for us to be acting like sex-crazed newlyweds , but if it does turn out that we'll truly be spending the rest of our lives together aboard this ship..." Heather said, then lowered her head to whisper in his ear. "We're gonna fuck our asses off."

Adam's heart about leaped out of his chest. Not only was the f-bomb leaving her mouth a huge turn-on, but the idea that he could be beating his own tender dick through his mom's willing pussy was enough to make him jump out of his skin with excitement.

Heather knew that despite how horny she was, jumping right into bed with her son wasn't the most responsible thing to do. After all, by now they had been reported missing back home and there was likely a thorough search going on for them. It was a stretch, but there was still a tiny possibility that they could be located.

"It's only been three weeks. I have to give my husband more time...I owe him that. I can't just go throwing my legs open for Adam just yet," she told herself.

Days turned to weeks, and even the glimmer of hope they had of being found began to fade away. Adam and Heather's relationship began to take a journey down a different path. They continued to act like mother and son, for the most part, but there was also a lot of flirting and sexual tension.

Sitting at the table eating together, their eyes met and lingered in a gaze for the longest time. There were a

million things going through their minds at that moment, but most of all...desire.

"I'm becoming obsessed with him," Heather told herself.

The mother spit her tongue at her boy playfully, and he stuck his out in return.

"Need a place to put that tongue?" she teased, running her toes up his calf beneath the table. "Sure."

"Maybe I have a tasty little place you can put it," she suggested in a sensual tone, as she stood up from the table.

"Really?"

"Yeah...if you can catch me that is."

Heather ran out of the room giggling, her huge breasts leaped up and down and Adam got up and chased after her.

She made it to the bathroom before he could catch her and the door slid closed and locked. Arriving soon after, Adam gave it a few playful pounds.

"You cheat!" he exclaimed.

"Do not."

"Open the door then."

"Why? So you can fuck me?" Heather giggled. "Maybe," the boy answered.

"Don't you think you should ask me to be your girlfriend first." "Fine! Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

A hologram display lit up next to the door. It was his mom's image from inside the bathroom. Adam watched her smile into camera. "Let me take a shower, then I'll come out and give you my answer."

"Oh, all right...I guess I'll go play some hallow-games or something." Adam frowned.

As he started to turn, he heard his mom call him in a naughty tone. "Aaaaddddaaammmm," her sexy voice sang.

Adam looked back at the hologram to see his mom's back to the camera as she slowly unzipped her gown. Heather peeked back over her shoulder teasingly as she continued to peal her outfit off, all the way down to the crack of her meaty ass. She slipped her arms from the sleeves and Adam could make out the drooping contours of her enormous tit-melons.

Heather gazed straight into the camera with a look that could turn any guy to mush. "All joking aside, are you

serious about wanting to be my new boyfriend?" she asked. "Of course."

"I'll be right out," she said in a sultry tone.

It was nearly a half-hour later when Heather emerged from the bathroom. Adam was in the main living area playing a holographic game. He couldn't help from being distracted when he noticed what his mom was wearing.

Heather sashayed across the room in a white terry-cloth halter-wrap. It quite literally looked as though she had nothing but a flimsy little towel wrapped around her, which fell only two inches below her crotch and left all of her long golden-brown legs exposed.

"Are you playing that silly game again?" Heather asked as she sat on the edge of the cushion beside him. "Yeah, you wanna play?"

"You'll have to show me," she smiled.

Adam scotched over beside his mom until their hips touched. She smelt divine. He handed her the controller.

"It's pretty simple really. These buttons control you're ships steering and this is you're blaster," Adam explained. "Oh, my blaster huh?" she giggled.

Heather began playing the game and as she did Adam's eyes wandered to her gigantic breasts. The halter top had slipped down a bit, leaving the top eight inches of her boobs exposed. The site of her long deep cleavage made Adam's cock drool with pre-cum.

Each time Heather would move her tits would wobble heavily, which was a real treat for Adam to watch.

The mother laid down on her back beside him, slightly turned as she continued to play the game. She rested one of her bare feet up on his shoulder, curled her other leg, bowing it open teasingly.

When Adam looked down her could see her pussy clearly displayed as the wrap had bunched up at her waist. Her vulva was now completely shaved. Protruding from her puffy outer lips was the thick fleshy hood of her clitoris.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" Heather asked with a flirty smile. Sorry," Adam blushed, looking away.

Heather handed him the controller and placed a foot on her son's thigh. "I wasn't asking for an apology, silly. I

just wanted to know if you liked what you were looking at."

"Yeah, probably more than I should," Adam confessed.

"Aww, poor baby...trapped aboard a tiny ship with his huge breasted mom," she teased, squeezing her breasts between her forearms and making them balloon obscenely.

"I'm not complaining," the boy admitted.

"Neither am I," she sensually said, gazing into his eyes. "It could be fun spending my days with a little boobie- monster."

"I like spending my days with you."

"Do you?" asked Heather, staring into her son's eyes adoringly. "Enough to start spending your NIGHTS with me

also?"

"Sure!" Adam blurted, his tummy tingling with excitement.

Heather stood up and reached down for his hand. "Come on...I wanna show you our bedroom," she softly said.

Adam took her hand and the matronly beauty led her son across the great room. Her big meaty ass swayed seductively as she strode towards her bedroom on bare feet.

"Lights!" she shouted, making them dim to darkness behind them.

"It feels kind of funny, going to you and dad's room," Adam shared, pausing as his mom pulled him towards her bedroom.

Heather turned towards him.

"Your dad's no longer a part of our lives, Adam. He's just a memory now," the mother softly stated.

"I'm sure he's still searching," Adam speculated.

"Probably, yes...but he'll most likely never find us and eventually tire of trying. He'll find another sweetheart and remarry, and his life will go on without us. So, I guess that makes this MY room now. My room to share with my new sweetheart," she said with a cute little smile.

Heather stepped towards her son, curling her arms around his neck as she moved in for a hug.

Adam's knees shuddered as he felt her colossal udders kiss his chest. His mom rested her forehead against his, staring into his big blue eyes. "Do you wanna be mom's new love interest, honey?" she whispered.

Adam's cock was pulsing with excitement. His boner was causing a big tent in shorts and pressed lightly against Heather's tummy as they hugged. "Yes, please," he muttered back.

"I think being alone with mom, a billion miles from home has gotten somebody excited," she teased, pressing her belly a little harder against his boner.

She rose up onto her tippy-toes, her silky-smooth calves flexing as she brought her lips to her son's ear. "I'm excited too. I couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous boyfriend," she told him anxiously.

"Thanks, and I never dreamed I'd have a girlfriend as pretty as you," Adam replied.

"I'm flattered," she blushed. Ready to check out our bedroom?" "Let's do it!"

They went inside and the door slid closed behind them. Heather led him though a short corridor and Adam's eyes got big as he caught sight of a huge fluffy bed. "Wow, that's the largest bed I've ever seen," he exclaimed.

"It's no fun sleeping in it alone. It'll be nice to have a bed buddy," she smiled. "I won't snore...I promise."

"The drawers at the base of the bed on that side will be yours, but no rush moving your stuff over." "True, I'll have all the time in the world."

Heather nudged him teasingly. "Not with a sexually demanding girlfriend you won't," she teased. "I have one

more mission for you, captain cutie-pie, then we'll get into bed and snuggle." "What's my mission?" he eagerly asked.

"Do you remember that day you dropped me off at Orion Intergalactic Mall, I had a bag from a negligee shop

that I asked you to stow away for me?" "Yeah, I remember."

"The item that was in that bag was something I bought for the man in my life. Since I haven't worn it yet...and YOU'RE my man now, why don't you go get it and I'll try it on for you," she flirtingly suggested.

"On it!" Adam blurted eagerly, then rushed back out of the room.

It had been nearly a month now since he'd been in the control room. It felt weird being there...like he was on a dark abandoned vessel that may never be flown again. He quickly retrieved what he was there to get, then headed back to the bedroom. "Got it!" he announced, handing the shopping bag to his mother.

"Get undressed and climb into bed. I'll be right out," Heather told him, stepping into the adjoining bathroom.

Adam stripped naked and climbed into the bed as his mother directed. He anxiously waited for the beauty to return.

"What do you think?" his mom's sweet voice asked as she stepped from the bathroom.

"Fresh!" Adam gasped, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Heather was wearing a skimpy white crisscross style bralette and matching panties. The top featured a halter neck, with sheer straps of floral lace that crisscrossed over her humongous breasts. This created a wonderful triangle of exposed tit-cleavage right in the center of the mother's chest. The peek-a-boo style panties had much the same design in the back. There were two lace straps crossing Heather's rounded butt-cheeks, leaving an exposed triangle of ass-flesh. She swung her rounded derriere around to give her son a look at the back. "Do you like it, baby?" she asked sweetly.

"Seriously, mom? You have to ask?"

Heather giggled. "Well, no...I guess that bulge beneath the blanket should have told me all I needed to know,"

she said, glancing down at his tented crotch.

"It's almost always this hard when I'm around you," Adam confessed.

"Well, that's a good thing now," his sexy mom told him as she stood at the edge of the bed. "Because you'll DEFINITELY need that dreamy dick of yours to be hard, since it's our first night together."

Adam noticed she was wearing a mysterious wrist band. "What's that thing?" he asked.

"OFF!!" the mother shouted, and the thick blanket covering Adam suddenly flew upward, sticking against the ceiling.

"Whoa, that was fresh!" the boy gasped as he laid there naked.

Heather giggled, placing her hands on her waist and making her tits balloon outward. "You haven't seen

anything yet. Are you sure you wanna be mine, baby?" she asked.

"I'm sure."

She fed him a satisfied smile. "BRING HIM TO ME...FACE FIRST!" the mother shouted.