Paired with Mom on Aurora_2

SUBJECT: Kian Ridley

PRACTICE INTERCOARSE (WITHOUT PENATRATION)

Positions: 1. Doggy 2. Missionary (standard and with variations) Duration of practice intercourse: 36 minutes

Percentage of effective thrusts: 72% Number of sperm ejaculated: 517 Million Percentage of Healthy Sperm: 99.2%

Likelihood of successful fertilization with healthy female: 74.33%

Starla seemed confused. "Wait, yesterday it said the likelihood of pregnancy was ninty-nine percent. Why is it down to seventy-four today?"

"Because this data is based on today's actual performance," Ellie answered. "Kian's thrust effectiveness was seventy-two percent, still well above average for most males on ship, however, that number will drop the likelihood of pregnancy considerably."

"I see," Starla muttered, seeming a bit disappointed.

"So I could have done a lot better I guess," Kian muttered.

"Oh, darling, no, you did great!" his mother said sweetly, taking his hand and squeezing it. "That's why we're taking this breeding course though, to get you as good as you can be."

"She's right, Kian. Keep in mind that during most of this session, we were working with you, to perfect your rhythm and thrusting. Had this data been based on your performance for just the last half of your session today, your numbers would have been through the roof," Ellie explained.

"True, his rhythm there towards the end was absolutely INCREDIBLE!" Starla said.

Ellie giggled. "Well, female orgasms during a dry practice session are usually a pretty good indication of that. Not a necessary part of our goal, but certainly a nice little treat for us women during the process."

Starla got a big smile and squeezed her boy's hand. "A VERY nice little treat!" she agreed. "Starla, let's take a look at your data," Ellie said, bring up her numbers.

Subject: Starla Ridley

PRACTICE INTERCOARSE (WITHOUT PENATRATION)

Positions: 1. Doggy 2. Missionary (standard and with variations) Duration of practice intercourse: 36 minutes

Percentage of effective thrusts: 99.7% Number of orgasms: 1 (clitoral)

Likelihood of successful fertilization with paired male: 74.33%

Time until egg is ready for fertilization: 48 hours, 23 minutes, 33 seconds

"Starla, your data looks exceptional!" Ellie said. "Your thrusts were ninty-nine percent effective, which puts you in the top one percent performance-wise off all the women on the ship."

"Oh, so you mean I outdid all those young chickadees out there?" she asked with a proud smile.

"The overwhelming majority of women who score this high are women your age, who've had lots of sexual experience."

"Why does it say 'clitoral' by the number of orgasms?" Kian asked.

Starla and Ellie looked at each other and smiled. "Why don't you explain this one, Starla," Ellie suggested.

"Sure," she answered gladly and looked at her boy, still gripping his hand in hers.. "Darling, the orgasm you gave me earlier was due to friction against my clitoris. The ones that I'll likely have when we start breeding will be a different type, called deep vaginal orgasms. Those will be brought on by your hard penis, thrusting deeply in my vagina."

"Oh, I see," Kian muttered, his still-hard cock flexing at the thought of it.

"Kian, when your mother has orgasms, her sex-tube will create wonderful sensations on your boner, that will cause you to ejaculate quite quickly if you're not careful," Ellie explained.

"Oh, how does it do that?" he asked curiously.

"Well, for one, a woman's pussy walls will tighten and contract around you when she cums, creating greater friction on your glans."

Starla interjected. "And some women, like myself, will squirt hot liquid from their urethras, which is likely to soak you pretty good," she giggled.

"Wow, um, that doesn't sound so bad," the boy confessed.

"Don't let these things become a distraction, Kian, or cause you to cum too quickly. Remember, during the process, your mother's pussy will just being doing what pussy's do during intercourse. What really matters though is that YOUR performance remains spot on, and that you dump a healthy load of swimmers in your mom's vagina every time," Ellie said.

"Your little unborn brother or sister is counting on you," his mom said with a wink.

"Kian, I'd like you to join your mother during her fertility workout this evening, focusing on your thrusting technique." Ellie said. "Starla, why don't you help Kian get out of those spermy- soaked briefs, then the two of you can get dressed and tell the pod to take you back to the docking platform when you're ready."

"Thank you so much, Ellie!" Starla said. "Bye," Kian waved.

"See you both tomorrow," Ellie said, then disappeared.

Starla scooted to the edge of the bed, her big mommy-melons shimmying from side to side.. "Alright, mister, let's get those six-hundred and seventeen million sperm cleaned off of you," she said with a giggle.

Kian got up and stood in front of his mom. His ejaculate had caused a big dark wet spot on his briefs. "Good thing they're small or that would be a lot to cleanup," he said.

His mother pulled down his briefs and his boner sprung up, still fully hard. "Darling, there's nothing 'small' about this load you just shot," she teased.

He stepped out of the briefs and Starla took a warm wet cloth and wiped him off. Her eyes couldn't help but travel the length of his beefy cock as she toweled around it. The web of bulging veins criss-crossing up the muscled slab made her heart race. The site of the big juicy purple bell capping his shaft made her cunt involuntary clench. She simply couldn't believe that in two days this big thing would be thundering through the pink tube that she had squeezed him out of.

"Top one percent in penis size! That must make you feel pretty good?" she said, peeking up at him with a teasing smile.

"Yeah," he blushed, watching his mom clean it.

"It makes me feel pretty good too," she said, then noticed her son raising an eyebrow. "Oh, I mean, not in that way," she stammered, "Although, I mean...it definitely WILL make me feel good THAT way, but what I meant was...it makes me feel good... as in PROUD, as a mom."

Kian giggled, making his boner bob up and down stiffly. "I know what you meant, mom. I feel

the same way...about you, I mean."

She fed him a quirky smile, wiping around the thick bulging base of his cock. "Proud of me? For what?" she asked curiously.

"Because you're sweet...and funny," he said.

She peeked up up him, smiling with flattery. "Keep going..." she said cutely. "Your more beautiful than any of the moms I've ever known."

"Even Mason's mom?" she asked. "I see you staring at her a lot." "Yeah, you're way prettier than her, and..."

"And what?"

"Never mind," he blushed.

"Don't 'never mind' me. What were you gonna say?" she asked curiously. "Your boobs are nicer!"

Starla giggled. "Nicer, as in bigger?" "Yes."

"Well, that's nothing I didn't already know about you," she said, running her clothed hand up his thick prick. "I live with you, remember? I know where your eyes spend the most time. Your dad goes on and on about them too. I guess you're just like him that way."

Starla suddenly felt a tinge of guilt at the mention of her husband. Here she was, nearly naked, holding her son's big cock, while her husband was probably out doing his best to get them unpaired.

She looked at the way she was holding Kian's dick, her hand wrapped around it's enormous girth. Her wedding band shimmered in the light of the pod, reminding her of all the sacred promises she had made, adding to her guilt.

"Ok, darling, let's get dressed and head back," she said, releasing his boner and standing up. "There's no divider this time, so I guess we'll just have to get dressed in front of each other."

"Alright," Kian muttered, totally fine with that.

Starla removed her teddy and for a moment was completely naked. Her son gulped in arousal, staring at her huge naked jugs and the way they bobbled heavily as she fastened her underclip. He watched her wet two fingers with her thick tongue, then reached down and smeared her saliva on the tiny butt-plug, before extending it back between her legs and squeezing it

through her asshole, securing the tiny garment.

Next, she picked up her bust-cover, making her giant knockers hang down and rock from side to side as she picked it up. She didn't look over at her son, but she knew he hadn't put a thing on yet, because he was too busy watching her. It was OK,. She wanted him to watch and learn and be comfortable being nude with her. "Intwodays,we'llbenudetogetherinthemost extremeway,"she thought. "We'llbeinthistinypodwithoutastitchofclothingbetweenus. He'llseemecompletelyrawanduninhibited.Youhavetobethatwaywhenyou'remakinga baby."

She cupped her big tits beneath one arm, making them balloon out, side by side, her engorged nipples sticking out stiffly. As she fastened the bust-cover around them, she peeked over at her boy, who seemed frozen in awe as he watched her.

The mother then looked down at boner, as it stuck up at an upward angle, like a rocket ship preparing to blast-off to some far away planet. It looked so incredibly rigid and strong. She knew her husband could never display his cock this impressively. Harlin did his best with what he had, making love to her at her every request. He tried his hardest to please a wife who had an insatiable hunger for sex.

"I already cleaned you up," she said, smiling at her son teasingly. "Am I gonna have to dress you too?"

Kian was snapped from his trance. "Oh, um, sorry," he muttered, grabbing his dry briefs.

******

"If we don't hear anything soon, I'm marching up to that board room myself and pleading our case," Harlin said as they sat at dinner.

"Surely they'll let us know, either one way or the other," Starla said.

Kian looked at his father bravely. "Well, I just wanna say, dad, that if we don't hear anything, I'm ok with fulfilling the assignment with mom," he said, looking over to see his mother peek back at him with a little smile.

"Whether you're willing to step up and do it is neither here nor there. The point is, you and your mother should have never been paired in the first place."

"But the data said that mom and I could be ninty-nine percent effective at making a baby," Kian said. "Those are pretty good chances, right?"

"Wait, data? What data?" Harlin asked.

Starla looked at her husband uncomfortably. "It was just data we were given, based on today's session. Why don't I get you another drink," the wife said, trying to change the subject.

"That's okay, just show me the data. I'd like to see it."

"Honey, it's just a bunch of numbers. If we hear from the board, none of it will matter anyway."

"I know, but you know me, I'm a numbers guy. It's what I do for work. I'd like to see the data they gave you," Harlin said.

Starla took a nervous gulp, then projected both her and Kian's data above the table for her husband to see.

Harlin immediately got that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Practice intercourse? Doggy and missionary?" he asked.

Starla peered over at her husband, a tad embarrassed. "Yes, well, these breeding courses are all about preparing a paired couple to conceive a child affectively. They won't know what improvements we need to make, unless they see us practicing,' she explained.

"And how do you practice sex, exactly?" Harlin asked.

"We were wearing something, so there was no penetration," his wife said uncomfortably. "We were just going through the motions."

"For thirty-six minutes apparently," Harlin said, not seeming the least bit happy about what he was seeing.

Starla quickly tried to point out the positive. "Look at Kian's percentage of healthy sperm. Ninty

-nine percent, that would make the chances of me getting pregnant EXTREMELY good," Starla said.

"Starla, that's great, but it doesn't make any of this ok," he said, then Harlin spotted the one piece of data his wife was hoping he'd overlook. "Your number of orgasms is one? Seriously?"

"It was...a body friction thing. You know how we women have very little control over those. Can we just..."

"You DO have control over those!" Harlin said with a raised voice. "It's called not doing, whatever it was you were doing to cause them in the first place."

"Honey look, I know you want the board to make a decision in our favor, but what if they don't? What if the assignment doesn't change? If Kian and I have to conceive a child together through intercourse, wouldn't you rather see us take the necessary steps to make it happen quickly

and effectively?" Starla asked. "Of course," Harlin admitted.

"Well, by practicing and perfecting our techniques, it betters our chances of doing that. If we're completely prepared, who knows, him and I could only have to have sex one time and I get pregnant."

"Yeah, well 'one time' is bad enough!"

"Yes, but isn't 'one time' better that twelve times?" she asked. "It took you and I months and tons of sex for me to get pregnant with Kian, remember?"

Harlin couldn't help but smile as he reflected back. "I remember."

"We weren't prepared. That's why it took us so long. If him and I end up having to do this, I'm sure you're gonna want the process to be over as soon as possible, right?" she asked.

"With any luck, you WON'T have to do this, but yes, if you do, I would like it to be a quick process."

She reached over and placed her hand on her husband's shoulder lovingly. "Then let us prepare, and please, just try to show some support."

"Alight, I'll try," her husband muttered, although no amount of logic could remove the uneasy feeling he was having about his wife and son engaging in sex.

What he saw later that evening didn't help his feelings about the situation any. He looked through the window of the exercise room and saw his wife and son next to each other on the mat, each doing their own fertility exercises.

Starla was on her hands and knees, as if in the doggy position. She was using her hips to rhythmically pump her ass back over and over, as if fucking her pussy back on a stiff prick. The fact that she was wearing skin tight workout attire made the sight look even more scandalous.

Next to her, on his back, Kian was pumping his hips from the mat, as if he was driving his cock up through an imaginary pussy. Harlin noticed how they were talking and smiling at each other, as if they were going about some routine task.

The pretty wife spotted her hubby in the window and gave him a smiling wave. Harlin forced a smile in return. "What's taking that board so damn long to make a decision?" he muttered out loud to himself.

Inside the exercise room, mom and son were working up a sweat. Kian's position on the floor gave him a spectacular view of his mom's tits. Her snug workout top was cut low in the neck, exposing an almost obscene amount of cleavage.

"It's a good thing I'm facing away from the window," Starla said, "I'd probably be getting a lecture right now."

"About what?"

She glanced down at her jostling milkers and all the creamy tit-cleavage she had oozing out. "Does this look like a top he'd want me wearing around you?" she asked.

"Probably not. I'm glad you wore it though."

"Good," Starla said with a wink. "I thought it might fuel your thrusts a bit, provide you with a little motivation. Besides, in a little over a day you'll be seeing a lot more of these boobs, in all their glory."

"Well you're right. The site of them does help my thrusts!," the boy confessed, wishing he could slide his boner down into her deep dark tit-crevise and shoot his wad off.

"Speaking of thrusts, you're in great form tonight!" Starla said, watching her boy thrust his bulge up and down in a tireless ry

"Thanks!"

"Remember, roll your hips. Don't force the pumps," Starla said. "See the way MY hips are moving?"

Kian peered down to see his mom's wide birthing hips pumping fluidly up and back, her rounded buttocks jiggling delightfully with her every repetitive movement. The thought that soon he'd mounting those haunches, with his boner pounding through her skilled pussy made his heart race.

The mother's eyes watched her boy, her cunt throbbing at the site of him humping the air.

"You know, if we were having intercourse, with you on your back thrusting like that, we'd be in what's called the cowgirl position," Starla said.

"You mean with you on top of me?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she said, then widened her knees a little and lowered her ass back to the floor, sitting upright, as if she were straddling him in the cowgirl position. She began humping herself up and down again. "Same pelvic pumping for me, just in a different position."

Kian's eyes widened, as he watched his mom move as if she were on top of him, meeting his upward thrusts. Even under the snug confines of her sports top, her big fleshy mommy-tits wobbled around heavily from her movements. "Is this position good for breeding?" he asked.

Starla giggled. "Not really, you'd be ejaculating you cum-load upward, against the forces of gravity."

"To bad," the boy said disappointingly.

The mother smiled over at him. "But that doesn't mean we couldn't try. I mean, the muscles surrounding your urethra are probably quite strong. I would imagine they would contract and propel your semen out of your penis quite far."

"So we can try it?"

Sta giggled at how persistent he was. "Ok, but fair's fair. If you get to chose an extra position for us to have sex in, then I get to pick one too."

"Ok, what one?"

Still bouncing her buns in a steady 'cowgirl' fuck-rhythm, the mother smiled at her boy in a naughty way.. "It's called 'the hanging garden' and it's absolutely wonderful!" she said, like a young girl thinking back on the greatest sex of her life. Then, her excitement level melted. "Since your father hurt his back, he can't really do it much anymore...and I miss it a lot," she said.

"Will you show me?" her boy asked.

Starla glanced at the window. Her husband was gone, but she was still hesitant. "Not in here. It was a favorite of your father's too, so if he saw us engaging in it, even with our clothes on, it would probably break his heart," she explained.

"I understand."

"How 'bout we wrap this workout up for tonight, we'll go somewhere a little more private and I'll show you, ok," Starla said.

"Sure," Kian said anxiously.

When they floated from the workout room, they saw Harlin hovering in the main living area, watching a news program that was projected hologram in the center of the room. He spotted them. "Kian, would you mind grabbing your old man a drink?" Harlin asked.

"On it, dad!"

Starla slithered by her son, secretly whispering in his ear as she passed. "Meet me in the bathroom."

After the boy fetched his father's drink, he floated down a small corridor and tapped at the bathroom door. "It's me, mom!" he said in a hushed tone.

"It's open," his mother answered back.

Kian came inside and closed the door behind him. He gasped as he saw his mom floating upright, three feet off the floor, completely naked. She smiled teasing, her beautiful dark mane of hair flowing behind her.. "You ARE suppose to be getting used to seeing me naked,

remember?"

"Yes," he muttered.

"And I'm suppose to be getting used to seeing you that way too," she said, glancing down at his shorts. "Take 'em off."

The boy removed his shorts and shirt, so that now they were both completely nude. He watched his mom playfully push herself off the wall, floating towards him in the same 'cowgirl' position she had been in earlier. It was as if she was straddling something in mid-air as she hovered across the room.

Kian's hard peter flexed on his loins, watching his mom's mammoth tits float around buoyantly in front of her. Just before she got to him, she extended her sexy legs and scissored them open widely, pointing her dainty bare feet in opposite directions.

"Oh wow!" the boy muttered, gazing at the thick lips of her shaved pubis.

The mother captured her teen between her thighs, throwing her arms and legs around him and latching on. The boy was delighted by the feel of her weightless melons bobbling against his chest. "This is the hanging garden. Although, I'm not really hanging off of you, if we're in zero- gravity like this!"

"Alexa, pressurize the bathroom," Kian said.

"You better be prepared to hold me!" Starla said with a flirty smile.

Kian felt the room pressurize around them. His feet hit the floor and felt the weight of his mom in his arms as her clutched on to her outer thighs, holding her up. Now the full weight of her meaty boobs were crushed against his chest.

"I can see why dad liked this so much!" he said, looking his mom in the eyes.

"I love being held this way!" St said, giving her son a dreamy eyes gaze in return. Then she brought her lips to his ear. "But not as much as I love being SCREWED this way! Are you gonna screw me this way, darling?"

Kian sighed with excitement. Just hearing his mother use language like this was awesome. "Yes!"

She giggled at his anxiousness. "Not right now, of course, but soon! I think this'll be a great baby making position, don't you?" she said, giving him an excited look.

"Uh-huh. Can we do it in zero-g too?" he asked.

"Of course we can. Wanna take a test spin right now?"

Her boy nodded and gulped excitedly.

"Alexa, UNPRESSURIZE the bathroom!" Starla said.

The couple felt the air around them change again. "Wanna go up?" Kian asked his mom, looking up at the thirty-foot high ceiling.

Starla clung on even tighter, her arms wrapped about his neck and her ankles interlocked behind his ass. "Take me to the stars, Superman!" she smiled.

Kian sprung from the floor, propelling them upward. His hard cock was wedged between her legs, sticking out from behind Starla, just beneath her thick naked ass.

"Wooo!" the mother hollered playfully as they began to spin in a circle. They looked like a big ball of tangled flesh as they continued slowly rising through the bathroom.

Kian was in seventh heaven, as he felt his mother's glorious curves cling to him. Her jugs were like tow huge fatty mounds bumping and rubbing against his face and upper chest.

When he spun beneath her, Starla rose up off his chest and extended her legs, so that she was now straddling him, high up in the room. "Oh look, it's YOUR favorite position!" she said with a teasing smile.

Kian's heart beat so hard he though it could pound right out of his chest. His eyes traveled up the view before him, from their fused crotches, up her sexy midriff, to those two ballooning stiff-nippled knockers, gently waving around like some sort of twin sea plants on the ocean floor. Then, there was that beautiful face, with those dreamy green eyes gazing down at him, with her long dark mane floating around her. She was stunning!

"I can't wait until we can do it this way!" he muttered.

"Why wait?" she asked, surprising him. "I mean, we can't 'do it' this way, as in have sex right now, but..."

"But what?" he asked, anxious to hear what she meant.

"Well, we could let you slide your hardon inside me, just so we both see what it'll feel like, to be joined together in full penetration,," she said.

Now his heart was pounding AND doing flips. "So it's ok...If we do that now??"

"As long as you promise not to start pumping your hardon. We have to wait two days for that." "Got it!" Kian said.

While her husband was down the hallway, Starla was about to relive a special part of her youth all over again, by letting a young cock stretch the walls of her vagina. Yes, she felt guilty, but

the overwhelming need to have a cock so large inside her, especially one that belonged to her handsome, sweet boy, swept that guilt right away.

She rose up slightly, reaching under and gasping his incredibly hard cock. Her mind swirled with wicked desire as she fit his fat knob between her labial gates.

"Ohhh!" the both seemed to sigh in unison, as the boy's meat parted her pink walls and slowly sunk inside her.

Kian had never dreamed he'd see this type of look on his own beautiful mother's face. It was the look of a woman taking the biggest cock of her life. Her eyes were big and her mouth hung open, as his big pussy-pleaser, just kept sliding upward, deeper and deeper, passing that familiar point that was the farthest place her husband's cock could reach..

"Wow!" she exclaimed, with a look of sudden shock. "Is that you?" she asked, feeling him rub up against the head of her cervix.

Kian smile. "Who else would it be, Mom?"

She giggled, realizing how silly her question was. "I don't know, I just...oh my God, you're so deep!"

He lay there floating beneath her, feeling her squeezing on it with her ribbed walls, adjusting to it's size. He looked down to see her fleshy outer lips spread out around the root of his cock and the dome of her clitoral hoodgototherssvv-rddhpleerom between them.

"You feel amazing!" the boy gasped.

"Yeah, well, you're um...really packed in there, darling!" she said, breathing deeply.

Kian felt her cunt-tube clasping with gentle squeezes. He responded by flexing his boner, stretching her fuck-tunnel even more, making his mom gasp and throw her head back, clenching her fists. "Ohh, shit, Kian!" the mother squealed.

"What?" the boy asked stupidly.

"What do you mean what?! What do you think?" she giggled. "Well you squeezed on me! I just responded by doing that."

She leaned forward a little, trapping her big milkers between her arms and making them distend outward as she placed her palms on his chest. "You're already about to split me in half with that thing. You don't need to make it any stiffer!"

Kian flexed his cock again, feeling the tight sleeve of her cunt contract around him. She let out a tiny scream, then covered her mouth and looked down towards the doorway. "Like that you mean?" he asked.

She slapped his chest playfully. "You're rotten! You wanna play show-off? Okay, let's play show

-off!" Starla said, then tightened her well-conditioned cunt-muscles, grasping tightly around his thick boner.

Now it was her boy throwing his head back in ecstacy. "Ohh wow!" he sighed, feeling the tight grip of her pussy muscles and the ribbed inner lining swathing his smothered boner in hot slippery secretions. "See, hot-shot, two can play that game!" she teased, smiling down at him.

Kian wanted so badly to feel his mother's vagina plunging up and down his boner, but he was thankful she was at least willing to go this far right now.

The boy wasn't the only one craving something more. Starla was yearning for a hard boner- grinding fuck. If her boy felt this good in full-penetration, she could only imagine what he would feel like thundering through her horny fuck-hole.

"Give me your hands," she said,, dropping her legs straight down and grasping him between her thighs as tightly as she could. This, along with the hand holding, creative enough leverage for her to grind their pubis's together.

Kian just laid back, holding his mom's hands and watching her stir her hips around. He could feel his deeply buried boner pushing around, pressing against her hot walls. His mom's eyes were closed as she stirred her dripping honey-pot with his big meaty spoon.

Kian decided to add some excitement by tightening his ass and flexing his cock again. Starla let out a deep gasp, keeping her eyes shut, answering back with tight squeezes of her own. This was how it went for several minutes - squeezing and flexing and grinding, Kian's boner now soaked with fuck-oil. He could feel it trickling out and down over the sack of his balls.

What made it ever more exciting was that he got to watch his mom's huge tit-melons move around the whole time.

His mom's eyes suddenly popped open and they gazed at one another. "We should probably stop!" she muttered, and yet continued rolling her hips, grinding him inside her.

"Yes!" he agreed, breathlessly, even though he didn't want to. "In two days we can do more...much more!" she said.

Kian decided to ask a brave question. "Will 'more include sucking on your boobs?"

It was a good time to ask his mom these questions. She was horny as fuck and was thinking with her naughty sexual brain, and not her normal responsible motherly one. "Well, that's part of having sex, so yes, of course. We'll do lots of things?"

"Like what else?" the boy asked, excited by her answer. He loved that she was still gliding around against him, rubbing the bell of his cock back and forth against the puffy dome of her ectocervix.

"Well, we'll have to see. I may have to suck on your boner to get it to it's full hardness," she said.

"Really?" the boy muttered.

"Yes, your balls too. I may need to run my tongue all over your nuts to get the sperm all worked up and ready in there," she said lustfully. "Ready to blast all over my insides and get me pregnant."

"Ohh damn," the boy muttered, as excited as ever.

"You like that idea, darling? You like the thought of me giving your cock and balls some oral attention?"

"Heck yes!" he answered.

"And maybe even letting you stick your magic wand between my soft boobies, wrapping your long thick piggy in a blanket!" his mother teased.

Starla was so fucking horny she could hardly stand it. Her hungry eyes ran up teen's chest. "He'ssoyoungandhungandreadytofuckme!"she wickedly thought. "We'regonnafuckso hardwe'regonnamakethatbreedingpodspinlikeafuckingtop!"

Kian licked his lips, staring at the big rubbery nipples popping from the pink rounded rings of her areola. He couldn't wait to devours them...to suck and pull on those puffy nubs while he pumped load after load of baby making ball-juice into his mother's cunt.

Even though Starla had expressed her intention of stopping, she didn't seem in any hurry. It would have taken a knock on the door from her husband to stop her, which is exactly what happened.

"Starla, you in there?" they heard Harlin ask from outside the door far below.

His wife looked down, still straddling their son. "I'm taking a shower, honey! Almost finished," she said, feeling her son's hardon pulse excitedly inside her.

She leaned down, crushing her boobs on Kian's chest. "Now we REALLY have to stop," she said, then planted a quick kiss on his lips. Before she could sit back up, she stopped and stared into his eyes. There was clearly some real magic going on between them. She acknowledged this with another kiss. This time, it was slow and sensual.

The mother smiled and shook her head, as if she could hardly believe what she had just done. "You're bad," she said to her son teasingly.

"So are you!"

"I know!" she said with a naughty wink, then slipped off him and dropped towards the floor.

Kian looked across at his boner, which was soaking wet. He smiled, almost triumphantly, then moved down towards the floor also.

*******

Harlin was at his office the next morning, when a call from his wife came up. "Answer!" he said, which brought up a holographic image of Starla, standing in their living room. "Hi honey, what's up?" he asked.

"Harlin, I just got a call from Ellie, our fertility coach. My egg has dropped a day early!" "Hold on, what?!"

"My egg! I started ovulating. It can only survive for twenty-four hours in my cervix! Kian and I need to report to the breeding pod right away!"

"Starla, please...hold on! I still haven't heard from the board. For all we know they've made a decision and haven't told us yet!"

"Honey, if they had changed their minds about the assignment, they would have contacted us," Starla said. "Kian and I have a VERY narrow window here!"

"Ten minutes! Give me ten minutes, I'm gonna make a call!" Starla seemed frustrated. "Please hurry!" she said.

"I still can't believe dad thinks they're gonna reverse the assignment," Kian said, after his phone disconnected.

"I'm beginning to think he's being stupidly optimistic at this point," Starla said. "I mean, I can understand why your father doesn't want us having sex together, but under the circumstances, it just has to be that way."

Kian wasn't sure whether to be exciting, or to prepare himself for the disappointment of a lifetime. Of course he hoped the assignment to be paired with his mother would remain unchanged, but his dad's persistence continued to leave doubt in his mind. The fact that he and his mom should be heading to the breeding pod RIGHT NOW, to fuck their asses off until she got pregnant didn't help either.

"Why do you think your egg did it's thing early?" he asked his mom.

"My guess is all that stirring around I did in there last night, with your 'magic wand' made my egg come dislodged a bit early," she said, half-teasingly.

"Oops!" Kian muttered.

"By now the egg is in my fallopian tube, which mean your father is wasting valuable time, that we could be using to make a baby!"

Alexa suddenly set her mind at ease. "Call from Harlin!" she said. "Answer!" Starla said.

"Hey honey! I got ahold of the secretary. A member of the board is on their way over to you RIGHT NOW," Harlin said.

"On their way over here? Now?" she asked.

"Yeah, the secretary said he wanted to deliver their decision in person. That's a good sign! I told her I couldn't be there because I'm working, but he'll talk to you, and with any luck this mess will be straightened out," Harlin said.

"Yes, um...ok, well, I guess I'll just wait for him to get here," his wife said, nervous and anxious at the same time.

"Great! This is looking good, honey! Be sure to call me as soon as you know something," Harlin said.

"I will," she muttered. "Alexa, end call!" she said, this looked over at her son. The uncertainty showed on both their faces.

"A member of the board...coming over here?" Kian said. "That could mean that they've changed it to you and dad being paired together, instead of us."

"It could also mean, that they're sorry, but all assignments are final, like we originally thought. The board member could be coming down to make sure the assignment is accepted, without further protest."

"Which do you think it is...really?" Kian asked.

The buzzer to the door went off. "I guess we're about to find out," Starla answered.

A short balding man in a uniformed-looking space suit greeted Starla with a smile. "Mrs. Ridley? Hi, Hugh Jass, board member."

"Hugh Jass?" Kian asked with a snicker.

Hugh acknowledged with a smile. "Yes, that's unfortunately my real name. I understand you've been presented with quite the dilemma, and I apologize. While mother and son sexual relations aren't unlawful, no parent and child should be forced into that situation, so we've changed your assignment."

"You have?" Kian asked, his heart sinking in disappointment.

"Yes, we have!"

"So it'll be my husband and I paired to breed then?" Starla asked, sounding disappointed.

"Oh no.. no, no! Your husband's sperm count is very low I'm afraid. But your son, well now that's another story!" Hugh said, looking over at Kian."Ninty-nine percent likelihood of successful fertilization with healthy female! Are you kidding me?! Those are numbers we can't ignore!" Hugh exclaimed.

"Oh, well, yes, they are quite good," Starla agreed.

"Indeed! Mrs. Ridley, you and your husband are both off the hook. Your son will be representing this household, in the fulfillment of operation: propagate."

"With who?" she asked curiously, her heart rate increasing.

"A cute girl named Grace, twenty-three years old...still single. Very fertile from what the data shows," Hugh said, then looked over at Kian. "She starts her cycle next week, so don't make any plans."

"Oh...ok," Kian muttered.

"Anyway, so again, sorry for the mishap. Ya'll have a great evening!"

Starla stepped out into the corridor, watching Hugh stroll away. She should have been relieved, but she wasn't. She should have been happy for her son, but instead she was incredibly jealous. She wanted to scream! She wanted to cry! Unless she asserted herself now, all she had secretly hoped for would be thrown out the window and sucked into the vacuum of deep space.

"Wait!" she shouted up the corridor.

Hugh stopped and looked at her. He wandered back over with a knowing smile, then stopped in front of her. "I had a feeling you'd be calling me back!" he said.

******

Mother and son hurriedly floated side by side through the corridor, holding each other's hand as they went. Starla had just dialed her husband on her communicator. "Hey, honey! Did he come by?" Harlin asked.

"Yes, he just left!" his wife answered. "And?"

Starla and Kian looked at each other and smiled. "Starla, are you there?" Harlin asked.

"Yes, I'm here! Honey, it was just as I thought. All assignments are final," his wife said, trying to sound disappointed. " Kian and I have been paired to make a baby together and that's what we have to do!"

She could sense the disappointment on the other end. A small part of her felt pity for her husband. What man could accept his wife being paired with a handsome youngster for breeding, especially if that person was your own son. None of that really mattered to her in this moment. She was not about to accept her son being paired with a younger woman. Not

only that, but she had begun to have feelings for Kian that were beyond innocent motherly love.

She needed him to fuck her! She WANTED him to fuck her! The baby would be the result of their newly found passion..

"Well, I guess we don't really have a choice, do we?" Harlin asked, in a disappointed tone.

"I'm afraid not. Kian and I are headed to the breeding pod. The egg is waiting in my fallopian tube, which means we have a twenty-four hour window to get me pregnant," Starla said. "Needless to say, we may not be home until late tonight."

"I understand. The two of you do what you need to." His final words were music to her wife's ears.

They arrived at the Breeding Wing, got in their pod and buckled themselves in. Ellie's hologram stood across from them, smiling from ear to ear. "Are we excited?" she asked.

"YES!" Starla said, her face beaming.

"This is it,, Kian! The language and behavior of your mother and I will be much wilder now!" Ellie said with a lustful grin. "It's time to breed!"

A few seconds later the pod had pressurized, they were unbuckled and stripping their space suits off. As Kian watched his mom release her jiggling jugs from her bust-cover and reach down to remove her underclip, it finally sunk in that he was about to fuck her. As Ellie would say, they were about to do the mating dance.

"Starla, we'll need to make sure Kian's cock is fully erect for penetration," Ellie said.

"I got this!" the mother said with a naughty smile, gently pushing her boy back onto the bed.

Kian watched his mom kneel between his legs and grasp his hardon. If it could get any harder, she was about to make it that way. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed her son's meaty

cock shaft down her throat. The purple bell brushed past her tonsils, nearly making her gag, but she was able to control her choking reflex as she eagerly started sucking.

Up and down her pretty head bobbed, slowly fucking her throat with the stiffness of Kian's cock meat. As she sucked vigorously, loud slurping, smacking, gurgling sounds filled the pod.

"Ohh wow!" the boy whimpered, watching his own mom work his cock in a sloppy blowjob.

Starla grasped his boner at base, popping it from her mouth and lashing her thick long tongue all over his shiny barbed tip.

'Ahhh!" Kian sighed, thrusting his dick upward, as he watched his mom run her tongue all over his glans. She wagged her licker down the length of his boner, following the bulging tube that his semen would soon be pumping through. Then, she battered his big cum-filled nuts, rolling her wet tongue all over them, while stroking his cock gently.

"You see, Kian? There's more to baby making than just shooting your hot cum inside a woman," Ellie said with a smile.

"I like it!" the boy sighed, feeling his mom suck one of his testicles into her mouth and nurse on it through the skin of his scrotum.

She moved to the other nut, slurping it in and rolling it around inside her mouth. Her tongue looped around and around the sperm-packed testicle, massaging it with licks.

Kian's body shivered with delight. He never knew having his nuts sucked on could feel this fucking amazing.

"We don't want him to get too excited, now do we?" Starla asked, standing up and looking down at her boy.

"True!" Ellie giggled. "He can shoot his fucking cum down your throat, but those wigglers won't find any eggs down there," she said.

Kian watched his mom rub her fingers across her shaved mons. "He'll find one in here though...and it's ready," she said in a seductive tone, gazing right at him. "Wanna come in and play?" she asked, crawling onto the mattress over him.

"Uh-huh!" the boy muttered, his heart beating wildly.

"Scoot back and let's do your favorite first," Starla said, climbing on top of him. "Let me be your cowgirl!"

Kian's eyes stared widely at his mother's huge hanging tits as they wobbled closer and closer to his face. He felt his mom grasp his boner and run his knob between her labium. She fit the tip in the socket of her vagina, then lowered her hips, spearing his cock-flesh up her juice- slickened pussy.

"Ahhh!" they both groaned, as they came together in full penetration.

His mom looked down at him with her beautiful eyes. He had never seen a more excited look on her pretty face. "Now we get to pump!" she exclaimed, then began working her well- conditioned hips, plunging her baby's cock through the squeezing grip of her boner-grinder.

"Ohh yesss!" the boy groaned, finally getting what he always dreamed about. As she rode him, his mom's mammoth boobs came to life, swinging around wildly to her humping rhythm, right before his eyes.

The shameless mother held nothing back, fucking and grinding as hard as she could. She slammed her tits down against her teen, squeezing him around the neck with her coiled arms, riding him frantically, in a fit of passion. "Fuck meee!" she cried out in a horny tone.

Kian pumped his hips, just as he had in the workout room, only this time there was a hot pussy on the other end, humping back at him with equal passion. Their crotches beat together lewdly, her snug ribbed walls providing just the right amount of slippery secretions to lubricate their union.

Now Kian realized what Ellie meant about their behavior being wilder. When it came to breeding, moms didn't fuck around. Even though he had very little experience at all, he was gonna do his best to keep up with her.

Starla's mind swirled as she fucked her ass off, pounding her mature cunt down against her boy, driving his unyielding hardness through the core of her womanhood, and feeling it pull on her heartstrings. She had shaken all thoughts of her loving husband from her mind. He had no place in this breeding pod. All her energy was focused on her son and how amazing he felt beneath her.

Her boy was seeing the most primitive side of her. Here, they were just rutting animals, engaging in nature's most primal act, but there was something else going on. Something that pushed her to fuse her lips around Kian's, while they fucked. To kiss him more passionately than she had anyone else, even her own husband.

"OhmyGod,it'shappening!!"she wildly though while hungrily making out with her son. "I'MIN LOVEWITHHIM!"

Just the thought of it, along with the divine sensations her boy's cock was providing, made the mother's body shake as she cried out in orgasm.

When Kian felt his mom's cunt-tube clasping tightly and her curvy body tremble on top of him, his dick gave off a mighty flex, his knob tingling exquisitely. When her hot girl-cum began to swirl around his tender boner, he was done-for.

"Ahhhh yes!" he cried out, humping up into her as hard as he could.

"Yess! Go, Kian!" Ellie shouted. "Fuck her hard!"

His busty mother clung on and fucked him back with equal intensity, her pretty face contorting in pleasure. "YESSS! FUCK!! OHHGOD,YESSS!" she screamed, cumming harder than she had in her life.

"Ahhhh!" the boy grunted, as big ropes of spunk began to pulse from the slit of his meatus, plastering his mom's inner lining with potent baby makers.

They were in no hurry, and this was the cum of their lives, so for nearly ten minutes, mother and son jerked and humped and writhed on the mattress, squeezing out every single little tiny tadpole from Kian's cock.

Some time later, Harlin was sitting in his office and was hardly able to focus. The idea that at that very moment, his wife, who he loved so much, was being screwed hard by another guy gave him an extremely sick feeling. Yes, that 'other guy' was his son, but in a lot of ways it made it harder to bare.

He began to wonder if he had access to their data. It probably wasn't the best idea, but he wanted to take a look at what they were doing. Against his better judgment, Harlin tried to gain access to the Breeding Wing through the mainframe, which he was able to do using his ID code.

His wife and son's data was displayed in front of him.

Subjects: Starla and Kian Ridley Assigned: POD #163

Status: PRESENTLY ENGAGED IN INTERCOURSE (Doggy-style)

Harlin sighed and shook his head. He imagined his wife bent over on all-fours, her big boobs that he loved so much, swinging from her chest, while their handsome son fucked her from behind. He continued looking at the data.

Total time engaged in copulation: 1 hour, 46 minutes, 33 seconds

Positions utilized: cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, lazyman, missionary (in different variations), doggy

Harlin felt his heart race with jealousy. He couldn't remember the last time when he and his

wife had gone at it for that long. The fact that she and Kian had engaged in so many different intimate sexual positions astounded him. The next bit of data made it all the more real.

Combined thrust effectiveness: 98.9% Number of thrusts (Kian): 4,432 Number of thrusts (Starla): 2,863 Number of orgasms (Kian) 3

Number of orgasms (Starla) 16

"Sixteen! Are you fucking kidding me!" Harlin shouted, hoping his coworkers didn't hear him. To add salt to his wound, the thrust numbers were increasing as he sat there looking at them, and his wife's number of orgasms suddenly jumped up to seventeen.

The last bit of information gave him hope that this nightmare would be over quickly.

Number of sperm present inside Starla: 932 Million Likelihood of successful fertilization within 13 hours: 99.78%

Back in the pod tank, hundreds of pods were floating and rocking, but one pod in particular was going crazy, nearly rolling in a complete circle as it rocked steadily.

In that pod, Kian was kneeling on the bed, fucking Starla from behind. He was looking down, watching the fatty layer of flesh ripple through his mom's luscious buttocks, every time it slapped against his midsection.

They'd been fucking for nearly two hours now and their naked bodies glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. Starla peeked back her boy, her face looking like a runner, pacing herself through a marathon. "Slap my ass!" she said in a serious tone.

Kian happily obeyed, striking her ass-cheek with a sharp openen-handed slap. "Again! Spank my fucking ass while you fuck me!" she screamed out.

The boy gave her meaty ass-mounds a series of hard strikes, watching her butt-meat quiver each time he slapped her.

His cock was as hard as when he's started, nearly two hours ago, slicing through the cum- plastered walls of her cunt-tube, with full length thrusts.

Starla suddenly pulled her pussy from his cock and guided him up, so they stood next to the bed. Ellie had left them alone to continue breeding

The passionate mother threw her arms around her boy, engaging him in deep French kisses. Her ballooning mommy-melons met his chest and flattened against it, her aroused nipples poking into him. "I need my hanging garden," she whimpered between kisses, then lifted one leg around her son's midsection.

Kian was ready when his mom sprung from the floor and wrapped her smooth legs around him. His boner plunged back inside her and their crotches worked against each other to create a deep pussy-pounding rhythm.

He backed his mom against the padded wall and pounded the shit out of her. Clinging to her teen, Starla clenched the toes of her bobbing feet and began to orgasm with screaming intensity, as her son pounded between her wide-open thighs.

Cunt-juice dripped from Kian's balls as he kept a frantic fuck-pace. His mom's pussy-tube was clutching and spurting so much it felt like it was turning inside out around his burrowing cock. No matter how much it tightened, he continued to drive his cock home, feel his tender bell kiss the soft domed head of her cervix on every thrust.

"Oh, Kian, you fuck me so good!" his mother cried out, clinging as tightly as she could.

Her sultry cry set off a trigger in his balls. "Ahhh!" he whimpered, feeling his nuts clench up. His mom looked into his eyes wildly. "Yess! Come on! Gimme your baby!" she cried out.

Kian did just that. Among the millions of sperm that erupted from his piss-slit, one lucky swimmer from that orgasm would reach his mother's egg and burrow inside.

Alerted of the successful fertilization, the mother would later excitedly announce her pregnancy. Right in front of Harlin, the mother and son would embrace and kiss proudly. "We did it!" Starla said, gazing her son in the eyes.

For Harlin, this terrible experience was over. Of course he would love the baby like his own, but was glad to have things back to normal. The details of private sexual intercourse were not tracked, and it was a good thing they wern't. If it did track sexual activity, and the father were to see his wife and son's data, his heart would be broken. This was because Starla and her son were secretly in love and would continue to fuck each other at every opportunity.

Over the next nine month's, Starla's belly would grow into an enormous baby-ball. Her

hormones were off the charts and she needed her son's rock-hard cock more than ever. Kian would continue to fuck his mom at every opportunity. As her belly and tits grew larger, so did his excitement level. Often times he floated through his bedroom, with his mother clinging to him. It was during those times, with his cock sheathed in her fuck tube and his face wedged between her enormous milk-filled melons, that he considered himself the luckiest boy in the universe.

It was ironic, that the day before her expected due date, they arrived at their new world. Kian and Starla did a space walk together before they left the ship, looking down upon their new home. The planet below was celestial.They gazed into each other's eyes and smiled, eager for the wonderful experiences that awaited them.

THE END