PLANET OF THE PINK MIST

The fallen spaceship had ploughed a canyon into the crust of the planet. The inhabited command section had broken free and rested three kilometres away from the rest of the ship, which lay burning, bigger than a skyscraper, even half buried in the ground. Almost the entire crew had been aboard the bridge, where the shockfields had failed to activate. Captain Benning and the other deck officers had been killed. All except for one, that was.

Lt Kai Samson had not been at his station. The medical unit where he had been, along with every other area of the living quarters, had filled with crashfoam the second before impact. He had been suffering from yet another one of his migraines. This one had saved his life. It had also saved the life of the Venus Nova's medical officer, Dr Francesca Miller, who also happened to be his mother. As the foam dissolved and he found his mother alive, and uninjured apart from a broken radial bone, he had burst into tears.

Prof Alan Landau and Specialist Ray Tanner had also been in the living quarters, and survived with only minor injuries. They later found three of the ten engineers alive, although they had sustained multiple fractures and internal ruptures. Dr Miller, once her arm had been splinted by her son, set about saving them. Thanks to her ardent, one-handed efforts, and the surgical-drone she had programmed, the three injured men were placed inside auto-med cells that provided life support and trauma therapy. The four of them then set about detaching the habitat module to make a set of living quarters, which Prof Landau powered with an emergency cold-fusion generator. Robots cleaned up the bridge and froze the dead bodies. There was an informal ceremony but no funeral. Religion had largely gone out of fashion a century or so ago.

Looking at the wreck of the Venus Nova Kai could not quite believe they had walked away. It was only his second mission; he had qualified as an astronavigation officer, second class, only eighteen months previously. He guessed they had been hit with a meteor storm as they fluxed from metaspace, and had been caught in the planet's gravity well. Although agnostic, Kai thanked God for saving him and his mother. When he had been assigned to the same ship as his mother his flight school friends had taken the piss out of him relentlessly. He could see their point. An InterStel officer, but still a mummy's boy. This was not sheer coincidence of course; InterStel deliberately placed relatives together on long voyages for the harmonious effect on group psychology.

By some quirk of fate, the planet - it only had a number (UB487D) -- was an Earth type atmosphere, and was listed for possible terraforming, although it had not even been properly explored yet. The air was short on oxygen, but a respirator was all that was required. The planet orbited a binary yellow sun in a relatively close orbit, so it was exceedingly hot during the day, and freezing at night, but the extremes were well within tolerable limits, providing the habitat was functioning.

Prof Landau decided to pilot a functioning survival module to an automated navlink station on the edge of the system, from where they could send for help. It was a two-man craft and he insisted on taking Tanner with him. The journey would take one month. Lt Samson and Dr Miller watched the small ship rise on the haze of an AG field until it shrunk into a dot and disappeared into the orange sky. There would be a rescue, but they would have to wait. Someone should get to them with three months.

The two stranded space travellers set about improving their habitat and, to some extent, exploring their new world. The planet had been due for a survey with the inception of the system's navlink station, but with their crash they had got there first. Although qualified in astronavigation, Kai had also studied biology, and had only chosen astrophysics because it was the quickest way to get him into space. Taking one of the AG sleds he explored the desert-like world, collecting samples. There were lots of burrowing arthropods, moths and cactus-type plants. He was chuffed that one day his samples might be used by a real biosphere analysis team.

At the end of his fifth day, Kai thought he had seen a vaporous pink substance moving near to him. His instinct was that it was something living, but when he turned the scanners on it there was nothing there. It had vanished. Or perhaps he had just imagined it.

That night he had a vivid dream. Pink mist filled his cabin, swirling about him. It assumed weird forms with different faces. It spoke to him:

''We are curious about your species, intruder. You are crude carbon based organisms, but you also create high pattern electromagnetic energy inside your cranial processing organ. This we find interesting. We would like your permission to examine you. Do you consent?'

''Errr... I'm talking to some pink mist.''

''Yes, we hoped you'd get over that already. Do you consent?'

''What if I say no?''

''We will study you anyway. But the process will be more invasive. We are ethical, as you would say, and do not wish for our specimen to suffer.''

''Cool. That sounds all right with me then. I guess. Experiment away.''

''Thank you. We hoped you would see it that way. You will not remember this encounter when you awake as not to affect the results of the examination. You are an interesting species. We have absorbed the contents of your detachable silicon outgrowths. We find it particularly fascinating the way you continually destroy and procreate. Your behaviours are crude, yet complex. Your contradictory natures are of great interest to us.''

''Good. That's nice. I'm glad we're interesting. You promise not to do anything nasty?''

''We shall endeavour not to damage you. Only your inner nature interests us. Thank you and goodnight, Lt Kai Samson.''

#

The following day Lt Samson and Dr Miller set about launching the communications satellite. It was a heavy task that needed all the robots, as they also had to erect a reception dish, and lay power cables and Ethernet relays. Kai was waxing avidly about a new type of moth he had discovered. Francesca had just about had it with moths, and was concentrating on the job in hand. They had started early, but it was already hot.

As she struggled with a transceiver on a tripod, Dr Miller was leaning forwards and bending over. Kai suddenly caught a glimpse down his mother's open flight-suit. In a fleeting, unexpected moment, Kai was smitten by the sight of his mother's beautiful sweat-beaded neck and big breasts hanging pendulously in the constraints of her underwear. A hot tingle of excitement shot through the young navigator's cells. The next moment he felt guilty and knew he should look away. But he didn't. The view was just too good. He could see the lace of her bra and the wobble of those creamy white orbs.

Good lord, I used to feed from those things. They were the good old days, he thought.

She kept leaning forward, so he kept watching. It was a lovely place down there. The loveliest place on this planet, that was for sure.

''Hold that cable steady! Are you stupid?''

''Sorry Fran... Dr Miller.''

''You're a daydreamer, boy.''

Kai licked his lower lip. If only she knew what he was dreaming of. A piece of cheek suddenly struck him. He moved the tool box further away when she wasn't looking, making her lean further forwards, and so further opening that delightful chasm down her flight suit.

''Right. Now try the AV3 channel. Are you paying attention?''

''Oh, I'm paying attention all right.''

Fran looked up and shot him a look of puzzlement cut with irritation. Bless her, she had no idea she was being ogled. As she leant forwards to close the tool box he saw everything down to her beautiful navel. The bra was black, and he could just see the two protruding dents of her nipples before the folds of the suit covered them away. Fran stood up, adjusted her suit, and the fun was over. Dr Miller ran her fingers through her shoulder length raven hair, and looked at her son with suspended irritation.

''Well? Hit the power reboot then.''

''Oh, yes. Sorry. There.''

She rolled her eyes at the sky. ''You forgot to connect your brain today. Stupid boy! Where's your mind? Andromeda?''

''Errr... yeah. Sorry. Must be.''

Actually its right down your fucking flight suit, you bossy old bitch, he thought.

When they walked back to the habitat Kai walked behind his mother so he could watch the fluid movement of her lovely round arse. Knowing she couldn't see, he waggled his tongue at her. It was only a bit of fun. Every boy, at some point, had imagined fucking his mother. Hadn't he?

''I knew we wouldn't finish today. You're going to have to buck your ideas up, lad,'' she said in a mock authoritarian tone. ''We're here for months yet.''

''Yes Dr Miller,'' said Kai, not taking his eyes off her swaying derriere.

#

That night Kai accessed the ship's database and searched for pornography. To his dismay he found it had all been deleted. Lt Khan had been a religious man and had erased it all, even though it was provided by InterStel. Kai punched the console and said a few things that were not consistent with the eulogy he had spoken when Khan's remains had been scraped from the bridge.

Retiring to bed, he proceeded to masturbate himself into a stupor. It was the longest wank of his entire life (this was lost on him as he was not in the habit of timing himself.)

At first he tried to think of an actress, then another actress, then his maths tutor when he was fifteen. Then he gave up and thought about his mother. As he thrashed away, deep in the folds of his imagination, long buried memories resurfaced. Specifically, two separate family holidays spent on the beach when he was thirteen; one where his mother's left boob had slipped out when she was changing beneath a wonderfully not-quite-big-enough towel; another when his friends had come for the day, and had gawped relentlessly at their friend's mother in her new black swimwear.

How had he ever forgotten that? The dirty grins on their greasy pubescent faces. His chagrin at their muted conversation when she'd sat nearby. They had not spared the details. That was still some of the dirtiest talk that had ever reached his ears. He had been angry with her, oblivious as she was. I mean, why had she chosen to sit there? They just happened to be in the right place; from that angle, with her sitting down in that swim costume, there wasn't a hell of a lot you couldn't see below the waist. The other mortifying moment had come when she'd strode out of the sea, her costume dripping wet and clingy. You could have hung your coat on her nipples. He didn't blame his friends; in fact, retrospectively, he was happy for them to enjoy her. All the same he was glad they weren't there for the boob-slip day. That was his treat alone. At the time he had been grievously embarrassed. Right now it was highly gratifying. Even his embarrassment was a turn on.

#

The next morning they resumed the com-sat launch. Kai was walking a little funny after the night's exertions, to the extent that his mother actually noticed. He said he'd slipped in the shower and strained his groin, and not, ''I damned near pulled my cock off masturbating to you last night, mother.''

Flushing the previous night out of his mind, he concentrated on the task before them. By the time they were setting up the launchpad most of the robots were recharging, so they had to bolt the frame sections together between them. It was hard work, the twin sun was rising, and they were sweating buckets. Francesca's hair was half plastered to her face. Being both a gentlemen and an opportunist pervert, Kai always helped his mother with anything heavy or awkward, making a show of kind concern in rubbing her arm where the surgical-drone had fused the bone fracture. The first time he'd done it out of genuine concern. But touching her skin reminded him of last night. He smoothed his hand up and down her forearm, tutting with concern. She complemented his consideration, and flashed the warmest, loveliest smile he'd ever seen. The old tart was gullible all right.

By mid-morning they still weren't ready to launch. Kai then produced a masterstroke, albeit an unintentional one. Overheating in his uniform, he removed it during a water break, and covered himself in anti-rad cream. It gave better protection against UV, but meant discarding his clothing. He assumed Fran had finished by then, and went back to work alone; but before long she joined back in. Then she stopped and returned naked to her underwear, similarly smeared in

anti-rad cream. Kai asserted he could finish by himself, secretly hoping she'd insist on continuing. She insisted on continuing. Being helpful, he offered to spread cream over her back where she had missed a bit.

Missed a bit? Have I? Thank you. Kind offer. Once he was smearing that stuff over her shoulder-blades and down her back, there was no chance of holding decent thoughts in his head. He emptied the pot. There was perhaps a little more smoothing than was necessary. Well, he didn't want her to get burnt, did he? Actually, he didn't - he cared about her deeply. Also, it sent a hot, angry tingle through his cock.

The next twenty minutes didn't last long enough. His enjoyment of doing the job mingled with the appreciation of her womanliness. They were a good team, exchanging witticisms, polite advice and encouragement as they worked.

Dr Francesca Miller was an amazing specimen. Kai thought so, and he was willing to bet he wouldn't be the only one. She was fifty-three, but thanks to the Retrocrone drug she took, biologically, she was thirty-five. Elegant and graceful, she was Junoesque, with quite broad shoulders and hips, a big round arse and fairly slim waist, sleek but chunky thighs, thick shapely calves, a near perfectly flat stomach, and colossally nice tits. What were those things? Double Ds? Es? They were a handful and a half, anyway. They'd swelled enough with middle age to spread out at the sides a bit, whilst still being youthfully firm and pert enough for her nips to point at the sky. He could have written a dissertation on her tits alone. Retrocrone affected everyone differently, but he'd never seen a reaction to the drug that compared with his mum's tits.

The only disappointment was that her bra and knickers weren't the lacy numbers of yesterday, but boring practical white things. Try as he might, he couldn't make out the nips. Making up for that, her melons bounced beautifully in the 0.86 gravity. He ooed and arred a few times when they did a particularly pleasing jounce; she heard him but thought he was just puffing from the effort of the work. His prick was semi-engorged the whole time, slapping against his leg, and would have needed only the slightest prod to stand to attention. Unbelievable as it was to him, she really had no idea whatsoever she was being ogled.

When it was done, they stood together cheering as they watched the satellite shoot into the sky on a jet of fusion flame. Kai placed an arm around his mother's shoulder, slipping against her with the cream.

''I told you we could get it up,'' he said, pinching her ribs. He wanted to pinch her arse, but had bottled out. She didn't get the innuendo, but instinctively cuffed his ear in retaliation. Still no idea.

''See?'' she said, extending her index finger and holding it up to his face. ''That's what you can do when you knuckle down and expend some elbow grease. You little slacker.'' Her tawny eyes gleamed and her mouth was luscious.

''Yeah,'' he said.

I want to see you fucked. Hard. At both ends, he thought.

#

Over the following days Kai managed to cool down on the whole oedipal compulsion. Or at least he tried. We have to credit him with that. Thinking about the satellite launch and the cream left him awash with shame. But the lustfulness soon returned. And there were not exactly many outlets available.

Now they had a connection to the navlink station he could download pornography from the server there; except he couldn't because his mother would notice. They were downloading programmes for upgrading the habitat systems, but the dataspeed was painfully slow; every bit of processing space was being used. If he removed something from life-support and replaced it with XXX Nympho-Nurses, or Cheerleaders Need Correction, and diverted it to his PC the old bitch was hardly going to look the other way.

In the end it didn't matter: he didn't want to watch some porn model being fucked -- he wanted to watch Dr Francesca Miller being fucked. Better still, he wanted to do the fucking himself. That was a difficult thing to admit. But not that difficult. He wanted full-on hard sex with his mother. She would never let him, of course -- which made him want it even more. The fact that it was a sordid taboo made it relentlessly delicious. That Greek bloke had gotten away with it, hadn't he? No, actually, he'd gouged his eyes out. That was his foolish mistake.

Every conceivable fantasy ran through his mind. That day at the beach was replayed in Kai's mind with a joyously debased immorality that shocked even himself. She had sex with him, all of his friends, all at once, in every combination possible, sometimes including the girls playing volleyball nearby or the group of surfers that walked past them, sometimes with his father watching. Kai imagined his mother fucking her patients, whole clinics at a time, including a schoolgirl hockey team, the astromarines battalion football team finalists - both sides - and the Alien Circus of Horrors. His cock was so sore he could barely take a piss.

His outward appearance deteriorated, and his trips outside lessened. His face became pale and drawn, and red rings surrounded his eyes. Fran confronted him at his cabin door one day.

''Good heavens you look ill! What's wrong? I should examine you.'' That woke his tired dong up.

''Just leave me alone. I'm fine.''

''You don't look it.''

''Piss off you nosey old bag. You don't know what I'm going through.''

''You rude little monkey! Stop being so pathetically self-centred. I'm enduring this as well.'

''I wish you'd buggered off with Prof Landau and not Ray Tanner. At least I could have watched porn with him. Then you could suck that old goat Landau's cock for a month in that bloody module.''

She slapped him. It was good lusty slap. It made him feel better, actually.

''Ouch! That's it, resort to violence, doctor. You may as well spank my arse raw like father did when I was little, and you let him because you were scared of him.''

That would be good. It might give some relief. You spank me then I spank you, he thought.

She stormed off in a huff. Later he went crawling back to her and apologised, which she accepted. They had the same fiery temperament, and were both quick to forgive. The make-up cuddle was nice. Big soft boobies pressed to his chest. A kiss on the cheek. The smell of her hair. His hands on the small of her back, as low as he dared.

#

A sandstorm that lasted for days commenced. They were stuck inside. Kai decided that if he couldn't see Dr Miller naked then he was going to shoot himself with one of the security lasers.

The trouble with that one was she had a bathroom in her cabin, the door to which was always predictably locked. Plans began forming in his devious, horny mind. Suddenly he had a purpose to live beyond moths. All the time the habitat's cleansing systems were working to decontaminate residual particle radiation. Consequently, more rooms became available to them - including the scientific equipment stores. Of specific interest were the holocam recorders. About the size of a pen, the things were remote controlled and hovered on a suspension field.Phase two of the plan was brilliantly simple. He had one of the robots damage the water supply to the cabins, then erased its memory, so they had to wash in the communal showers for a few days until it was fixed. Settling down in his cabin Kai set up a holovid projector and made himself comfy with the remote control, a bottle of single malt, and a hookah loaded with purple kush; the last items he'd discovered in Captain Benning's personal stores.

Tonight there would be something on TV. Fiddling with the control he moved in low to the floor and zoomed in through voluminous coils of steam. He kept checking the Rec button was pressed. His heart was hammering with excitement. She was singing tunelessly to herself. When he found the focus and saw Fran's statuesque legs under the frosted screen his prick took a jolt like electricity. In his mind he humped away on those beautiful feet, thick shapely calves, sleek ankles, and chiselled knees. The thrill of peeking was trebling the fun. He wanted to fuck her right behind those sexy knees. Getting overeager, and making a lunge to see what his school friends had missed by the gusset of a swimming costume on the beach that day, he slid under the screen and panned upwards, but was punished for this when the lens got wet, causing him to retreat.

When she eventually stepped out of that swirling steam he was working his cock like a piston. A long sensual shin emerged first, followed by an oil painting knee, a sleek but thick thigh, and an arse a little bit fatter than a sculptor would have made it. Her hand groped for a towel. She faced the mirror and looked at herself. She prodded and poked at herself, critically. His heart filled with genuine love at that moment. Her nips were large and dark pink with small areolae. Finally, the amazing titties were on show and down on hard disc. The sense of achievement was overwhelming. As amazing as her tits were to wank to, he soon wanted more. He wanted to suck them, and caress them, and nibble on those nips, fuck those lovely great melons and shoot his hot load all over them. Once he would have felt bad for that. Not anymore.

During the next few nights he built up a tremendous collection of vids. Evenings got a lot more tolerable. For a while life was enjoyable again. The plumbing got fixed, despite all the things he did to delay it, so the live shows came to an end, but by then he'd accumulated a highly satisfactory wankbank. The live shows were the best though, and he lamented their passing. Now he had his shower-scenes compilation other possibilities were raised. If she really pissed him off he could always upload it to the navlink station and send it to a porn site. With their digital manipulation they could create pretty much anything you liked. Or better still he could use it as a blackmailing tool. He would probably never actually do it, but it spawned a whole new series of fantasies revolving around the premise.

#

Kai was stricken with more migraines, the worst he'd ever had. Fran cradled his head and held his brow, just as she'd done for him when he suffered from them as a child. She had a healing touch. The soft coolness of her hand and the loving compassion were a sweet balm to his pain. Of course, back then he'd not had an erection like a riot cop's baton, but she wasn't to know that - provided he stood up carefully.

The pain in his skull was beginning to ease when the sandstorm abated. By then he was pretty much better, but milking it. Fran offered to go and retrieve some equipment he'd left outside before the storm, about ten km from the habitat. When he thought she was a bit late in getting back he checked the intercom channel. At first he heard nothing; then Fran's voice, distant, but crying out in distress. Grabbing a weapon and a survival pack, he leapt on an AG sled and hammered down the throttle. The planet rushed beneath him in a blur. He kept checking the dot of her sled on his sat-nav as it grew closer with such painful slowness.

When he got there, Kai found his mother perched on top of a boulder, surrounded by ugly centipede-things with pinchers, snapping at her feet. He'd seen small ones before, but these were the size of dogs. Terrified, she screamed and kicked out at the things, her face wet with tears. Her AG sled was ten meters away. The com-unit was still on, and had just about picked up her voice.

Zapping them with his laser-carbine, Kai watched them sear, steam, and burst into boiling vapour. When he'd killed half of them the others got the idea they weren't wanted, and scuttled away, burrowing into the sand. Fran was so distraught he had to pick her up and carry her limp body to his sled. She clung to him tearfully, pressing her sobbing face to his neck.

''I love you,'' he said. Nothing more was said until they got back to the habitat. She was uninjured, but fell very silent, shame taking the place of her fear. After the tiniest kiss on the cheek, and a hoarsely whispered ''Thank you,'' she went into her cabin, and didn't re-emerge. Kai went outside and set up some sensors in case the pincer-critters came near the habitat. Back inside he found Fran still in her cabin. He knocked on her door and asked if she was okay. He got a sob and a go away.

Dr Miller was vulnerable. Moments like this were made to be taken advantage of. Putting on his dress uniform, Kai then assembled some items he'd retrieved from the captain's private stores. He set about cooking some ravioli. He was not exactly a great cook, but he was better than his mother, whose cooking was ghastly. He then lit a few candles and some Japanese incense, and opened a bottle of Bordeaux sauvignon. Most importantly, he folded the dress over a chair and placed it outside her cabin. The garment had presumably been a present for Captain Benning's wife, which made it a little ghoulish. Fran would have to put it on though, or she wouldn't get the food.

He went back outside to test if the sensors were working, which they were. On his return he discovered Dr Francesca Miller smoothing the sparkly black dress to her curves. She'd donned some heavy eye-makeup to conceal the tear-puffed redness of her eyes. Kai ordered a twirl. He got one. And a smile as well. The long gown was open-cut down the front, revealing a crescent of boob either side; thin shoulder-straps displayed her arms and shoulders in all their glory, and there was a split down the side that showed a sliver of leg whenever she moved. Kissing her hand, he offered to escort her to her table.

The pasta wasn't half bad, if he didn't mind saying so himself. The bottle was half empty very quickly. Fran kept thanking him for rescuing her, and apologising for being a pathetic female, although she didn't quite phrase it like that. He was manly and stoic, in a ''don't mention it'' kind of way.

''Rescuing helpless females is all part of the service, Mam.''

''I don't know how I can thank you.''

He was confident he could think of something. In fact, he could draw up a file longer than a spoilt brat's Christmas list. He peered longingly at those milky chest orbs, timing his perving glances to when she looked down at her food.

''More wine?'' She nodded. Good. Get so pissed you let me fuck you, he thought.

She complimented him on how handsome he looked in his uniform. Good. Keep that coming. She also kept gripping his forearm and saying ''my saviour.'' There was not much space under the table and their feet kept touching. They talked about his sister Gemma, and how she was getting on with her studies to become an exoplanetologist. Neither of them mentioned his father. The bullying, alcoholic old fart had once been a spaceship captain before gambling, mistresses and drink had devoured him.

''I must say, this is wonderful. I couldn't have done this,'' she said, indicating her plate.

''That's true enough, mother. Your cooking, if you don't mind me saying so, is shit awful and then some. I'm surprised me and Gem survived childhood.'' She almost took offence at that.

''It's not that bad is it? Your friends were always keen to come around for tea.''

Kai looked at the increasingly delicious looking crescents of soft, creamy tit on show. ''I think there may have been an ulterior motive for that, actually.''

Fran looked quizzical. She had no idea what he was referring to. The wine was swirling his head now. He told her about the day at the beach, including the clingy costume moment as she strode, Venus-like, out of the sea. At that, her mouth opened wide, and he tried not to imagine a big fat cock bumping into her tonsils. Blushing a little, she made an instinctive covering herself gesture.

''You didn't wonder why I was such a popular kid,'' he said, teasing some more rouge into her cheeks.

''So what was that about...' she chased a piece of ravioli around the plate with her fork. ''Rather be watching porn with Ray Tanner?'' She delicately and slowly inserted the fork into her lovely mouth.

Now it was Kai's turn to blush. He squirmed and she enjoyed it.

I've got three hours of you in the shower, you old cow. Be nice or it'll be online, he thought.

She kicked him under the table. ''Mummy can still embarrass you, then.'' She fluttered her eyelids and looked upwards. ''And what was the other thing? Something about... Prof Landau in the survival module. Sucking the old goat's cock, wasn't it?''

''Actually that has a basis in fact. He tries that on with everyone. It's no great compliment. He tried it with me. He'd suck his own cock if he could reach.''

She threw back her head and laughed. Glorious, sweet laughter. He'd always been able to make her laugh. The wine was doing its work.

''Really? Well he never tried it on with me. I'm almost offended.''

''Not his type, I guess.''

She drew a knee up and clutched her leg. He'd been keeping an eye on that split all evening; now the black fabric had slid up to reveal her luscious thick thigh. He kept thinking about the gesture she'd made in covering her chest. There was something infernally sexy about that. Combined with the leg-show, his prick was threatening to lose its temper.

''And what about that slap? I was assaulted for that comment. You really coshed me. I should have left you to the pincer-critters, you old slapper.''

She placed her hand on his smote cheek and looked very contrite.

''That's all right. I forgive you,'' he said. If you suck me off and let me come on your tits, he thought.

Another glass and Fran was squiffy and giggling. She laughed at all of his jokes, no matter how bad they were. Kai felt he was in love. He could actually feel it in his heart - the same way he'd briefly felt with each of his girlfriends, before they revealed their personality flaws. And none of them were anywhere near as beautifully, fuckably gorgeous as Dr Francesca Miller.

Now she drew both her knees up together sideways, and her dress slid so high he nearly spat out a mouthful of wine. The sight of that smooth white thigh as it became her arse enraged his already irritable cock. She had to be teasing him. She must have been.

He was left with the space beneath the table to himself. Had he not been tipsy he would not have done what he did next. He unzipped his flies and took his semi-stiff prick out. She carried on talking, no idea he was exposed under the table. If she gave him another playful kick she would kick the end of his prick. He could see a dark space between her upper thighs. For a moment he saw pink mist around the edge of his vision. Now he was infused with volcanic concupiscence like nothing he'd ever experienced. As it hit him he moaned, but managed to cover it up. He kept staring at that dark space and wondering if she had any knickers on. He frightened himself that he would just jump up and stick it in. If she was knickerless then that was her fault for being a slut. She moved her legs back down and he got a grip on himself. He remembered to zip himself back up at an appropriate moment.

It got a little raucous then; they screwed up napkins and threw them at each other. He told her she was a useless woman for needing rescuing, and she should do the washing up. She threatened another slap on the cheek, but turned it into a kiss instead. Getting up she slipped, laughing, and he caught her. His hand stroked her arse, pretty much on its own initiative. She didn't notice.

You don't notice anything do you? Would you notice if I fucked you? he thought.

Kai led his mother to her cabin door. They staggered against each other like they were drunk, but they'd only had one bottle between them.

''Oh, a real gentleman. Led to the door.''

He kissed her hand again, this time almost sucking her knuckles off. She blew him a kiss, and gave a little goodnight wave. He was half tempted to give her a proper kiss on the lips, just to see what she'd make of it.

Let me fuck you, please! Let this be a dream!

''Goodnight Fran. Sleep well.''

Kai's cock was in his hand before he reached his cabin door. Shower scene chapter 4 here I come...

#

He had just sat down, loaded the hookah and flicked on the holo when an alarm on his PC went off. Cursing, he zipped himself back up. The sensors outside had detected multiple movements. Suited, booted and with respirator and carbine he exited by the main lock. It was twilight, but already getting painfully cold.

A score of pincer-critters were crawling on the habitat, trying to climb inside some vents and a service hatch that had been left ajar. Setting the carbine to one-quarter power he hosed them down with the photon-ray. They fried nicely enough, and it did no more than take the paint off the hull. Satisfied with the death he'd dealt, he was returning to the lock when a particularly large and vicious pincer-critter burst out of the ground before him and chomped on his boot. Dropping the weapon he nearly lasered himself, and engaged in an undignified struggle in the dust, grazing his left knee badly, and both elbows, too. The pincer-critter came off worse - he bashed it with a stone repeatedly and then lasered it on full power with added obscenities. Fuming with rage, he stomped back to the lock and stormed inside, throwing down his gear in frustration.

Fran appeared, indulged his rage for a bit, and gradually soothed his ragged temper. She was still wearing the dress. She played doctor, applying an analgesic and spraying Instaskin to his bloody knee. Kneeling, she blew on the wet synthetic-tissue, calling him Mr Grumpy. He could see cleavage and leg and everything.

Kai was still apologising for being grouchy when they reached the junction to their respective cabins.

''Thanks, Doc. Sorry for being an arse.'' He kissed her hand, but held onto it as she turned away. ''Sometimes Fran I wish you weren't my mother.'' She looked at him in puzzlement. ''Because it would make it a lot easier to do this.''

Clutching her waist, he pulled her firmly towards him and kissed her. Sucking on her heavenly mouth, he drank her deeply. She tasted like strawberries and sauvignon, and a bit of pasta sauce. She made no response at all. He slid his tongue in deep. She eventually pulled away, and he sucked her tongue before letting her go.

''What are you doing?'' She looked surprised and perplexed rather than outraged.

''This.'' He kissed her again, forcefully and passionately, his hands caressing her tits and arse. He'd just about liberated one tit from the constraints of the dress when she slapped him. It was a bit of a perfunctory slap by her standards.

''What the hell are you doing?'' Now she looked a little peeved. He went for some more, but the slaps now came thick and fast.

''Get off me! How dare you!''

''Shut the fuck up and take it like a big girl, mother.''

Picking her up, he carried her kicking and squirming to her cabin and kicked the door in. He plonked her down on the bed, but she bounced back onto her feet. The low-G made it easy to toss her around. He started peeling his clothes off about the same speed he would have done if they'd been on fire. Fran breathed deeply, her deep chest heaving up and down, one shoulder-strap fallen.

She looked a fair old bit cross now, like when he'd flattened her geraniums when he was seven. He went for her tits again, and she slapped him -- this time with a real haymaker that rang like a ham dropped on a counter. Kai grabbed his mother by the throat and squeezed as hard as he thought was appropriate, the sting of her slap amplifying his grip. Her damp eyes filled with fear -- or was that excitement?

Using all his strength, he tore her dress off. It was a tremendously satisfying act. She covered herself, naked save for some lacy knickers. Caressing her, he licked and slobbered her arms, neck and face. Frustratingly, she was covering her chest.

''Let me have some titty doctor, for fucks sake.'' Surprisingly she did, and he indulged in a good sucking. She pleaded in soft murmurs for him to stop, but stood still like a good girl. Licking up her legs, he tore her knickers off with his teeth. At that, she squirmed again, and he threw her onto the bed. Pouncing on her he kissed her some more, until she bit his lip.

''Ouch! For fucks sake!' Grabbing her wrists he pinned her arms to the bed. She looked frightened but defiant. He liked that. ''Look, honour is satisfied, all right? It doesn't hurt, its only sex. Get this through your head: I'm going to fuck you until I can't fuck any more. Got it? Any more of that and I'll get my laser and blow my brains out in front of you. Okay?'

She nodded.

Sliding his hand up her leg he slipped his finger into her pussy. It was wet and juicy: she was excited. Getting his head down between her legs he licked her slit as it oozed thick fluid. He got up on top of her again, and nestled between her thighs. She started scratching, but he could take the pain. He manoeuvred the tip of his throbbing cock until it touched her wetness. She placed her hand on his face almost gently.

''No! Please don't. Just don't. It's not right.''

''Don't ruin the moment, Fran.''

She breathed a little gasp and whimpered a hopeless protest as he sild inside her. Softness. Wetness. Tightness. Heaven. He was back where he'd come from.

She scratched for the first few thrusts, then sensibly gave up. Kai rode his mother like an angry stallion, wailing in delight as he pumped her. First he pinned her wrists down, then clutched at her tits in rhythm with his thrusts, before getting one of her legs over his shoulder and thrusting into her more deeply. Her pathetic whimpers of protest turned into gasps of pleasure. Putting her on all fours, he mounted her from behind, setting a hard galloping pace, placing the odd gentle slap on her rear. Finally, she loosened her hips and started pushing back. She was making more noise than him now.

''Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!'' she screamed in ecstasy.

He finished back on top, roaring like a wounded lion as he came. He stayed inside her, growling as she whimpered. Their eyes locked as they panted together. Slipping out of her, he kissed her mouth gently with his bitten, bloody lip. ''I love you,'' he breathed.

They lay on their backs, getting their breath back. Nothing was said for a bit. Fran looked at him aslant. ''You just raped your mother.''

''Not really... well a bit, perhaps. It doesn't count. Because I love you and you enjoyed it.''

''Yeah, maybe...'' Her breath was just starting to return to normal. She nodded vigorously. ''I did enjoy it. It was wonderful actually. Thank you.'' Smiling, she smoothed his chest and arms. ''Oh, I scratched you! And I bit you! There's blood everywhere. I'm such a bad mother!''

''That's nothing. I love you. You can tear me to shreds if you want to. Oh, Fran you've broken a nail! I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have scratched so hard.'' He lovingly caressed her damaged digit.Cuddling her, he stroked her arm and nuzzled her neck. She appeared tentative for a moment, then accepted his delicate, smoochy little kisses and tongue play. She giggled and they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes.

''Naughty!'' She pinched his nose. ''Not supposed to fuck mummy!''

''I'm your patient. That was a medical need, so it was only fulfilling your Hippocratic Oath. We've really got to thank the pincer-critters, you know. If I'd got that wank off we'd both be asleep now.''

''Well done to the creepy crawlies, then. Shame about the dress.''

''Did I grip your neck too hard?''

''That was when I got all wet.''

''I just couldn't take all that teasing over dinner. I thought my balls were going to explode.''

''Teasing? I did not! How dare you speak to your mother like that!''

''I'm really sorry you broke a nail.''

''Oh, don't be such a baby. Go and get me a glass of water. And that hookah you think I don't know about. Good heavens, there's blood over the sheets. I really ripped you up.''

''I wouldn't have had it any other way. Do you want to patch me up?''

Fran reached out and clutched the bedclothes. ''Ride me again first, darling.''

#

For Lt Kai Samson and Dr Francesca Miller the next few weeks were a period of unrelenting bliss. For the first time in her life Dr Miller learnt what good sex was. She had sex with her twenty-two year old son in the shower, half dressed in the airlock, on the kitchen table and in the medical bay. They had arguments, hurled abuse at one another, then indulged in furious make-up sex. It got to the point where the arguments became deliberate.

Taking a sled out to the crashed ship, they fucked away on the nose-cone, Fran riding him reverse-cowgirl, wearing long white gym socks, her back arched, and her tits bouncing in the low-G. Kai recorded that one (along with many others) on his holocam. He hadn't told her about that yet. It was going to be a surprise.

When they got the call from the navlink station informing them they were going to be rescued it came as a sad development. Time was running out. Kai took the holo call from Prof Landau. What the professor was unaware of was that, out of sight, Dr Miller was on her knees, sucking her son's shaft. It was a real slobbery one, and she kept upping the stakes by adding little bites. Prof Landau asked if he could speak to Dr Miller.

''I'm afraid she can't speak right now,'' said Kai. ''She's busy... arrgg... she's really got her teeth into something, and I wouldn't want to disturb her.'' Ouch! You slut!

Next morning they took an AG sled out to a hill overlooking a valley to erect a backup sat-dish; at least they would if there was any time left after they had finished fucking each other's brains out. Although they'd had a shower together that morning, Fran had not let him fuck her, and he sex-pested her all the way there, squeezing her tits and fondling her arse as she drove. She loved the way he did her breasts; he would always grip them at a cheeky moment, and seemed to know exactly how and how hard to squeeze them. His nipple pinches could make her squeal with excitement.

It was in the kissing that she realised just how much he really loved her. He had his tongue down her throat before they were off the sled. Fumbling open her top, he sucked on her melons with wanton hunger. She bit her lip and her knickers turned moist. When the tits were withdrawn he mewed much as he'd done as a baby. He would only put his tongue away when he had to put his gel-respirator on.

Fran laid out a suspensor-mat, the slippery force-field of which suspended the user inches above it. The things were for moving cargo crates, but this one was going to find a different use.

''Darling. Could you not call me mummy as you come? I think I'd like to try and forget you're my son at that point.''

''Sure. Can I come on your tits?''

''I think you know the answer to that. Here's your present for being patient in the shower.''

Putting on her mirrored UV shades, Fran started giving him a tormentingly slow blowjob, putting little kisses and tongue flicks on his shaft and balls until he was begging for the fullness of her mouth. She deep throated him, but then needed her respirator back on. Clenching her chest, she let him fuck her between the soft mounds of her tits. After taking this for a while, he picked her up and threw her onto the suspensor-mat. Experimenting with the field, he spooned her and tea-bagged her, and rode her missionary. Sensing he couldn't last much longer, Fran rode astride him, controlling the pace. As she climaxed, she ripped off her respirator, arched her neck and howled at the sky. Kai tossed her onto her back and finished himself off. Releasing a colossal moan of relief, he came over her tits, spurting hot globules of seed over her snowy mounds, splattering both of them nicely, even hitting both nipples. She complimented him on his accuracy. He should have been a gunner.

Dr Miller announced her intention to sunbathe. Obediently, Kai lovingly smothered his mother in anti-rad cream, starting by smoothing it into her chest, mixing it in with his semen. Kissing and massaging her, he worked on her from top to bottom. Fran lay on her front, cradling her chin on threaded fingers, as he kissed down her hip and buttocks.

''This is all going to be over soon,'' she said, wistfully. ''We'll be rescued in ten sol days.''

''Yeah. The bastards. Don't think you're going to escape my cock. I'm still going to fuck you.''

''I suppose... It's been the best holiday ever. Why didn't you fuck me earlier?'' She gave him a playful kick. ''What's the matter? No moral courage? Surely I brought you up better than that.''

''Give me a break, I got round to it. Nag bloody nag.''

Fran stretched and savoured her massage. She knew she'd never been loved by any man like this. He wasn't just passionate - he worshiped her, giving her such devoted attention as she'd never imagined, much less experienced. She relished the feel of his strong hands down her legs. She loved his muscles, his sensitivity, his wit, his intuitive understanding of her mood and needs. There was only one man for her.

''Do you think I'm a good mother? Be honest.''

''Can I answer that with my cock?''

''I know incest's not illegal anymore. And it feels right. But... it's a bit strange when I think about it. Having my son's dick inside me.''

''Why? It grew inside you, along with the rest of me. It belongs to you. I'm your pleasure slave. That's all I want to be.''

''I remember the night you were conceived. That was rubbish sex that was. Just as well it made you. Ironic it made me come in the end.'' She peered beneath her shades at him. ''How long have you wanted to fuck me?''

''Oh, for ever I suppose. Just like my friends did, to be honest. Fran?... Do you ever see a sort of pink mist from the corner of your eye?''

She flicked through her magazine. ''No. That's an odd thing to say, dear. Now go and put that dish up and let me sunbathe. Make another Italian for supper. And dream up some kinky shit for tonight, if you like. If the meal's good you'll get the lot of it. Go on -- skedaddle you lazy boy!''

#

It was a replacement junction box for the dish power cables that drew him into the engineering storeroom. Kai noticed the door was ajar. He knew he'd not left it like that, but thought nothing of it. Fran must have been in there for some reason. All he sensed was some movement from behind the door then something struck the back of his head. Everything went dark.

When he came around he was tied to a chair in his cabin. His head was throbbing like an evil hangover. He tried to figure out what had happened. Someone had knocked him unconscious and tied him to the chair. Had someone else arrived on the planet? Then the holovid appeared in the middle of the room and everything became gruesomely clear.

The sound was dead, but his mother was speaking into the camera. The info at the bottom of the picture indicated it was a medical examination recording. Then the camera panned back and he saw the three patients wearing surgical gowns. It was the three junior engineers who had survived the crash. They should still have been crippled by their injuries, but the auto-intensive care cells had apparently healed them completely. Kai vaguely remembered them. He could recall their first names. Gamal was a mean looking Arab with a hook nose. Saul was a muscled, tattooed man of mixed race. Beno was a huge, solidly built black man with a bald head.

Why was he being shown this, Kai wondered? He had a rather nasty presentiment of where this was going.

He couldn't hear, but they seemed to be chatting amiably enough. Fran held a bio-scanner in one hand, and moved her stethoscope onto Saul's chest. At that point the sound came on.

''I got a weird symptom, doc,'' said Saul. He lifted up his gown and his large erect penis sprung up to attention. ''Been like that since I woke up.''

''Mine too,'' said Gamal, pulling out his equally stiff cock. Beno did likewise; his black monster of a rod was predictably gigantic. ''I think we need an examination here, doc.''

Fran was just about to say something when Gamal produced a scalpel and held it to her throat. She was stunned. The three men began to crowd around her. They were breathing heavily with excitement. When they started groping her tits and arse she struggled. At that, Saul pulled her hair back and whispered something menacingly in her ear. Gamal flashed the scalpel in her face. Fran's eyes went wet with fear. She nodded, and Saul's mouth split into a malign grin. He licked her face. Gamal then cut her coat and clothes open with the scalpel, leaving them hanging in shreds.

There was a groan of approval as he cut open her black lacy bra and her big tits popped out. Saul and Beno each took one and sucked on it. Gamal kissed her, tonging her mouth and slobbering over her face. They yanked away her shredded clothes, and Gamal said, ''Okay doc, on your fucking knees, bitch.'' Then the holo went blank.

Kai was horrified and appalled. And a bit excited too.

The holo came back on to a close-up of his mother's face distorted by the giant rippling black cock being slid into her mouth. Her mascara had run in two dark snakes down her cheeks. A hand had hold of her hair as Beno's massive dong pumped away at her mouth. The shot then panned back to show Fran on her knees, three dark cocks thrust into her face. Laughing, they slapped her face with their cocks. Taking turns, they fucked her mouth, making her hands work on the other two cocks. She still had her stethoscope around her neck.

The commands and encouragements she got were lurid and mocking. While one clamped her head still, another would hammer ferociously at her slurping mouth, making her choke. They stretched her mouth with their cocks, pulling them sideways into her cheek, or just rammed them as far down her gullet as they could get them. Fran looked up, her beautiful eyes bulging, her face turning purple. When finally released, they laughed as she gagged and spluttered, drooling out cum.

Someone said ''Put that fucking bitch on the couch.'' Fran was pulled up by her arms, and the holo went black again.

When it came back on they were fucking her. They took her in every position. She was pumped by one cock while the other two took turns with her mouth, the other one holding her neck. Whenever they changed positions she got a slap or two. Putting her on her back, one would get her legs over his shoulder and thrust her pussy while the other two slapped her tits with their cocks. All she had on was her black high heels, a bangle, the stethoscope and a few shreds of clothes.

Once they had her on all fours they pumped her relentlessly, slapping her white arse sore and red. One would have her mouth, while she was pounded from behind, and the other would find somewhere else to put his cock, like her between her tits or behind her knee. When Saul began warming up her arsehole while Beno was still inside her she gave a hopeless little protest. Positioning himself behind her, she looked back at him pleadingly with her mascara streaked face, until her head was jerked back again.

Moments later she was taking all three of them. They thrusted away, all three cocks pumping an evil rhythm into her smooth white body. Each time they swapped positions it got a bit rougher. When Beno went up her arse she screamed. She begged them to stop. They just laughed and fucked her harder.

Eventually she was left in a sobbing, whimpering heap. She was told to hold her head up, and the scalpel was needed to threaten her. Gamal came in her face, shooting his load onto her nose, before dumping the rest on her mouth. Telling her to keep her eyes open Saul dolloped a massive load of cum onto her cheeks, eyelids, and forehead. Beno missed with his first blast, getting her hair, but then added the rest to her messed up face. There were exultant noises and a close-up of her cum drenched face.

''Now that is what the fucking doctor ordered.'' Laughter. Hand slaps. Blank holo.

#

The next few days followed on in much the same vein. Robots brought Kai his food in for him, and he was untied from the chair. He was still locked inside his cabin. The holo had only one thing to show. He could not switch it off -- it was being projected from outside the cabin. His PC was immobilised. There was nothing to do but cry, masturbate, and watch his mother getting smashed in every hole without mercy. Every vid was a bit more extreme than the last. Try as he might he simply could not stop wanking. Lust overwhelmed him and consumed him. Sometimes he sensed the whole cabin as being filled with pink mist.

Eventually he could take no more, and hammered on the cabin door. After a great deal of hammering Saul's voice came on the intercom asking him what he wanted. When Kai told him he laughed, and said he would consult the others. A short while later he was released.

Kai joined in the orgies on his mother. He had to hand it to the others, they were remarkably generous in sharing Dr Miller. She was broken by now - they had fucked her into submission. She was willing to do as ordered. Kai mostly got sloppy seconds, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Little by little he persuaded them to be less brutal with her. In that, there were varying degrees of success. He persuaded them to smack her arse with their bare hands and not a taser-baton. They still insisted on making her suck an arsehole as she was fucked, but did at least make the concession of sucking her arsehole as well. He even eventually persuaded them not to double fuck her arse, although they did take some swaying on that one. They still pissed in her mouth, but now didn't force her to swallow. She still swallowed cum of course; but he would have insisted on that himself.

Dr Miller was confined to the medical bay, or ''fuck cave'' as it became known. Fran continued to give them their post-surgical check-ups. She was a dedicated doctor, after all. All sessions were recorded, and there was talk of uploading them to a porn site via the navlink station. Only Kai knew how to do that, and he managed to prevaricate on the issue.

After a heavy session one evening, Kai declared he was off to get a coffee. He inquired if anyone wanted anything from the canteen. Off he went with the orders. He had earned their trust by now. They thought nothing of his leaving. This was the first time he'd been allowed out of sight since his release.

He looked for his laser-carbine and laser-pistol but they had hidden them away somewhere. They'd also sealed the weapons locker by bending his officers' ID card so it wouldn't fit in the slot. So they were not total morons. Happily, they were at least partial morons, and had not changed the combination lock on the engineering storeroom door. After a bit of rummaging around, Kai selected a portable laser-cutter/welder.

He met Saul coming down the main corridor. A boxer and ex-astromarine, Saul was the most dangerous of the three. Leaning against the junction wall, Kai concealed the heavy instrument behind the corner.

''All right, my man,'' said Saul. ''Fine session, my friend. Best one yet, I reckon. We're headed for the rec room. Did you get my cappuccino and muffin?''

''Not exactly, dude.''

Kai brought down the beam in a diagonal arc, slicing Saul's upper torso from his right shoulder to his left hip. There was a dazzling red flash, and the bisected halves slid neatly to the floor. The expression on Saul's face was frozen in slight surprise. A flashing light and little electronic voice on the cutter was warning the safety inhibitor was deactivated. The laser cauterized the severed flesh, so there was no blood. That meant cleaning up would be easier. Which was nice.

Beno was in the shower. He saw Kai enter the shower-block because he said, ''Take it to the rec room, skinny boy,'' obviously referring to his order of blueberry pancake. Kai zigzagged the beam, slicing through the cubicle. The laser was refracted by the streaming water, and Beno was boiled alive in steam before the jigsaw chunks of his scalded flesh landed in a heap. If Kai had claimed he hadn't enjoyed Beno's brief but agonised scream he would have been lying. So he didn't.

That left only Gamal. He found him in the recreation room, shooting pool and wondering why the others were taking so long. When he saw Kai stride in clutching the laser-cutter he didn't bother asking where his french fries and mayo dip were. Wielding a pool cue, Gamal manoeuvred himself to the far side of the table. The laser had only a fifty centimetre range.

''Fuck you mummy's boy! It ain't our fault we got all horny! It's your mama's fault for being so hot!''

Kai swung the red beam, which didn't quite reach, but did make Gamal very nervous. Aware he was outgunned, Gamal gripped the cue and looked as tough as he could.

''You wait until Saul gets hold of you! He'll break your arse, junior!''

''He'll have to stitch himself back together first.''

''You fucked her first, man! You started it!''

''She's my mother. I'll fuck her if I want to.''

He was about to cut the table in half when another idea struck him. Adjusting a dial on the cutter, Kai set it to paint-stripper mode, and discharged it across the table. The wide focus beam seared Gamal's upper body. He screamed as his skin blackened, peeling away into flaking ash, and his hair burst into flames. He went down. The room filled with the not-pleasant stench of roasted human meat. Kai walked around the table. Gamal lay there, smoking and charred to a crisp, but still alive.

'F-f-f fuck you... mama's... boy.'

Kai held the spread beam on his head until his brains exploded out of his skull in an eruption of steam and boiling cerebral fluid.

''Next time, fuck your own mother.''

#

Kai found Fran in her cabin. She had put on some nice clothes and was doing her makeup. Looking at her, Kai would have thought that nothing was wrong.

''I killed them. Killed the fucking shit right out of them.''

''Yes, I noticed that, dear. I've set the robots to clean up the mess. You never tidied up your mess as a child.''

He pulled her to the bed and clutched her, crying. There were hugs and kisses. He kept apologising over and over.

''Oh, don't be such a baby! I'm all right. I won't shit straight until I've analplasty, but that's no big deal. I can programme the surgical drones to do that.''

Kai snivelled. ''It was the only way I could trick them.'' This wasn't strictly true. He'd just wanted a piece of the action, and had only thought of killing them later.

''But they abused you so badly!''

''It brought back a few memories of medical school, actually. And I've had worse from your father when he was on the vodka.''''It completely ruined the holiday!''

''We can always have neuro-psionic surgery on our amygdalae. Erasing memories is easy nowadays. I don't think I'll bother, but you go ahead.''

Fran combed her hair. She seemed genuinely none too upset. ''Oh, that thing you said about the pink mist. I saw it! That was when... well, I actually started to enjoy it a bit at that point. Apart from when that Arab put that taser up my arse. That really wasn't nice.''

''He told me to tell you he is massively sorry. He would apologise himself, but for the fact he's a pork-scratching. Do you still love me?''

''Don't be stupid. You're my son.''

''Can we still...''

''What do you think?'' She kissed him, and he kissed back.

#

The next morning the rescue craft arrived. Lt Samson and Dr Miller explained everything that had happened -- apart from them fucking each other, obviously. Kai didn't bother trying to cover up his triple murder. He was confident he would get off. They had been raping his mother, after all. You could only push a man so far. He erased all the copies of the gangbangs with him involved, but kept the others as evidence. The jury would have a better time than usual. The ones of him and Fran he kept secretly. The memories were precious.

Before they lifted off in the rescue ship, Kai had a nap in his new cabin. He dreamt of pink mist. As before, it formed shapes and spoke to him.

''I remember you! I'd completely forgotten about you.''

''Indeed. We would like to thank you, Lt Kai Samson for assisting us in our studies. We have learnt a great deal about the nature of your fascinating species. You proved a most adequate subject.''

''Thanks. It's nice to be appreciated.''

''On a personal note, we'd like to think you got something out of it.''

''Well... there were good bits and there were bad bits. Overall I think it was worthwhile.''

''Goodbye, Lt Samson.''

''Goodbye, Pink Mist.''

When he woke, Kai wondered what would happen when the Planet of the Pink Mist was colonised. Now that was going to be one hell of an event. He thought of his sister and her college friends studying exoplanetology. They would probably have qualified by then. Maybe he would request a transfer.