Disaster On Station 12 Ch 4

I returned to my own room a few hours after my tryst with my Daughter Lissette, after having a shower in her room and spending some time being close, she had insisted I go back to my Wife, her Mother. She had also made me promise to fuck my Wife like I had just fucked her, and promised me in return that as long as I was taking care of her Mom's needs, my Daughter would always be willing to take care of mine. The whole thing gave me a sunny new outlook on life.

When I got back into my own room, Lorraine was asleep in nearly the same position I had left her, her nubile teen body spread out naked, her hair wild. She was snoring loudly, drunk and totally out. I found as I looked her over that she was sexy as hell. I knew now that I'd be OK. In fact, if she hadn't been passed out so drunk I knew she'd be hung over like hell the next morning, I'd have jumped her right there.

I found my mouth watering over her gorgeous new body, and thanks to my Daughter's tender ministrations, I was completely over my feelings of perversion just for wanting to have sex with my own wife. Instead of being put off by her apparent youth, I was now very turned on by it. Quickly I had a hard on again, thinking of how my Daughter and I had just fucked, and looking at my Wife, seemingly even younger than my Daughter, though I knew it was not true, I was rock hard.

I tried to roust my Wife, deciding that a drunken fuck may be just what she needed, and it was definitely what I needed. But no such luck, she slept right through. I decided to go ahead and enjoy her a little anyhow, though, since my Wife had always permitted me to have fun with her previous body whenever I liked, even when she was asleep. I started to suck on her little tits and play with her pussy. I wondered idly as I rubbed her clit with a finger I moistened in my mouth if she had shaved her pussy to look even younger, or if it was just for the tiny "brazilian" style bikini bottom suits she and my Daughter, and the rest of the women who could pull it off were wearing around here in Jamaica. I decided my Daughter must have cajoled her into doing it when they went suit shopping, as my Wife was already concerned about looking to young for me. Well, she never need worry about that again, and I loved her smooth shaven pussy.

Then as I was playing with the little pussy of my resurrected Wife I suddenly realized that she had never shaved her pussy before, although my Daughter had admitted she did it regularly. My mind was instantly filled with a vision of my Wife and Daughter, both naked, comparing shaven slits. And then another vision, this time of my daughter carefully shaving her Mother's pussy. This sent me to the edge. I slipped a finger into my passed out Wife's perfect teen pussy and felt that she was indeed very wet, and very, very tight. It made me remember when she had first had a body like this, when I had met her and deflowered her. God she had been tight! Then I also found myself thinking that although it was my Wife's brain in there, this was genetically my daughter's teenage body as the doctor had used Lissette's DNA. Here before me was the chance to fuck my own teenage daughter's body, the same girl whose more mature form I had just enjoyed, as it had been when she'd been sitting on my knee teasing her Dad slightly to get the little dresses and things she had wanted. Now I HAD to fuck her.

I moved up between her still widely spread legs and put my cock to her opening, moving it back and forth across my Wife/Daughter's pussy lips, causing her to squirm in her sleep. Then I realized this was a cherry pussy – that there was bound to be a hymen in there to break! My God, I thought, this just gets better and better! What an absolute fool I've been avoiding fucking this hot piece of ass the last few Days when it had been mine for the taking. I thought then, briefly, about holding off til tomorrow. My wife might want to re-experience losing her cherry. But then I thought about how she'd been hurt the first time, and decided that now when she was out of it was the perfect time to do it. Plus, I'd get to engage in the 'fucking my teenage daughter's pussy' fantasy a little more than I would otherwise.

Slowly I slipped my cock between the fat, pouty lips of her oh so small and tight little teenaged thirty-something pussy. As I had done to our daughter earlier I dragged my cock back and forth, causing my wife in my teenage daughter's body to shiver, even through her drunkenness. Then I socketed myself into the opening of her, and felt the tight mouth of that virgin teen-like pussy sucking me in. Oh, my God, no words exist to describe the feeling. I had Hiroshima in my head and molten hot lead in my balls! Slowly, I slid in until I felt resistance.

This was it! I knew in that moment that I was in the middle of the most intense, perfect moment of my life, and that no other man who had ever lived had ever been so lucky as I was at that moment. For, all in one stroke I was about to take the virginity of the woman I loved for the second time in my life, a feat never before achieved. And yet at the same time I was in a way about to spear myself through the cherry of my own sweet innocent daughter as she had been at that tender age when a girl can get her Daddy to do anything with the little teases they do. The age all men who have daughters secretly fantasize about fucking them at for the first time, and which they never, ever forget. And although just this night I had already fucked my actual daughter in her magnificent college coed body, now I would get the amazing pleasure of fucking her as she'd been – and yet, it would be my wife. My mind was a lava lamp over a 200 watt bulb – bubbling and boiling, a whirling mass of colors and shapes, all ready to explode!

And as I was thinking all this, I drew back languorously and SLAM! I did it! I felt my teeny Wife's daughter clone pussy envelope me completely for the first time (again) as my cock threw open her maidenhead as if it were a gunfighter barging his way into the saloon.

"Oh God damn," I moaned, "Lorraine, yes fuck Daddy baby!" It was my wife's name on my lips, and her soul I felt that old familiar connection to, but it was the long lost teen form of my gorgeous daughter on my mind, and on my cock. To me, my Wife was who I was in, my Daughter's teen body was what I was in.

Hunching my back I took the pert nipple of one perky, perfect, smallish breast into my mouth, sucking deep and hard as my tongue played over the rock hard point. I felt the soft mound pressed harder into my mouth and realized my Wife's mind was deeply enjoying what I was doing to her daughter's teen body. I gripped her soft, slim hips, so different from either the large womanly hips I was used to, and even different from the womanly but firm and perfect hips I'd enjoyed on my college coed cutie daughter's body hours before, but oh so sweetly reminiscent both of the hips I'd known when my wife was a teen all those long years ago, and of the hips I'd been teased by only a few years ago (by comparison) by my daughter as a high school girl. Grunting, I used the hold to drive myself rapidly in and out of the tightest, wettest, most perfect pussy I'd ever known.

Gradually, I began to hope my Wife would wake up as I fucked her. I wanted her to know I still loved her and how much she really turned me on now. I even wanted her to know, in a way, that she reminded me of Lissette and that really made me hot. But she slept right through and after, with that kind of stimulation, it wasn't long before I was exploding my white hot sperm into the virgin depths of my wife's brand new teen pussy – into the clutching vise of the identical copy of my teen daughter's own little cunt. Afterward, I collapsed to the side wondering if I was having a heart attack, or if I was just suddenly alive again for the first time.

I fell asleep thanking God for cloning, for having my Wife back, and for my amazing daughter, Lissette.

I awoke the next morning and Lorraine was in the shower, happily humming to herself as she washed. But what woke me was the buzzing of my watch on the bedside table. Tapping audio only I answered.

"Mmm... Hello?"

"Mr. Andersen?" It was our lead attorney.

"Yes, Tom," I replied, rolling over and trying to come alive, "Good morning."

Then I listened a while as he layed it all out for me. The Company had actually filed a lawsuit against us! I was shocked at the arrogance and gall of it, and yet in a way I wasn't surprised. The lawsuit sought recompense for the expenses they incurred in the rescue process, and for the cleanup and damage to Station 12. Ludicrously, they actually alleged that it was somehow my Wife's diamond ring, like dozens or even hundreds I suspect were aboard that city in space, which had in some way caused the accident. That instead of merely being the one hard substance the microscopic meteorite had run into that could stop it, the stone had somehow "drawn" the grain of salt sized projectile to the Station. The suit actually suggested that all those deaths were somehow Lorraine's fault!

Then, just as I was getting really, really mad Tom said there was good news. The private detective his firm had hired had found something out, something particularly embarrassing to the company about the accident.

"We can't sit on this, Jack," Tom said with some urgency, "any hesitation to go public could be seen by a jury as though some kind of back room bartering were going on, as if we were blackmailing them. If you want to win in the end, we have to go public."

"Well," I said, consideringly, "first tell me more about what he found out... Something about a field failure?"

"Not just that," Tom said, almost excitedly, although my lawyer never got excited, "it was a maintenance problem – and they knew about it."

"They knew about it?"

"Yes. What it was was some sort of particle spread problem. The station's protective shields were up, and they protected most of the ship, but they had very small little gaps in them. The particles in the energy field were bunching up because the field's strength was lower than it should have been. The capacitors were going out, and the company didn't want to fix them yet."

Silently I cursed my Boss, now dead like all my friends and coworkers who'd lived on the Station. He'd caused all of this, all the deaths, even his own, with his stupid bureaucratic careerism. His goddamn all important budget. Yes, I could just see him ordering the maintenance crews to "tweak" the capacitors to get "just a little more out of them". The dumb son of a bitch!

"So now what," I asked.

"Now we go to the media – not us, of course. We'll slip a little something to one of the maintenance guys (they were working at the plant like you when the accident happened) to 'blow the whistle'. It'll look like he came forward thanks to a nagging conscience. Our PI has handled this sort of thing for us before... and don't worry, our fee will cover it." Then he paused with a lawyer's trained experience about a client's disdain toward their fees, and added, to give some perspective, "Jack, smile. You and Lorraine are going to be rich!"

I thanked Tom and gave him the go ahead, and then hung up just as my wife came out of the bathroom, her perfect nude body on display, with her hair damp and wild. She jumped on the bed and wrapped her arms and legs around me giving me a big kiss.

"I love you, stud," she said with a wink as my hands enjoyed her perfect, athletic teen rump, "thanks for last night."

"You remember that," I asked, a little surprised.

"Not really, but I was sore this morning and messy, so I knew," she replied, drying her hair with a towel. "Funny, I feel like I got my cherry popped again... it's really kinda sore down there. They didn't make me a virgin, did they?"

"Actually, they did," I replied with a Cheshire grin.

"Dog!" She exclaimed, shouldering me playfully, "I bet you loved that!"

"Yep." I replied smugly, and noticed she beamed knowing I once again was attracted to her.

"Well, thank God I was drunk," she said, confirming my suspicion from the night before, "feeling that goddamn thing get broke once was more than enough, believe me. Though I do wish I could remember fucking you in my new body... was it nice?"

"Nice, hell," I said with a genuine snort, "it was incredible. I'm the luckiest man alive."

"Mmm..." she pouted, "now I really wish I could remember it!"

"Who needs to remember?" I asked her, pulling her onto my lap and letting her feel the massive boner I had beneath the covers, drawing a gasp in a surprisingly girlish voice.

Giggling, she rolled me over on top of her, the covers slipping away, and threw her legs around me as we locked into the kiss of longtime lovers. I slipped into her perfect pussy for the second/millionth time, and it was like coming home. Like coming back to a place you'd been away from too long. We both wept a little as me made slow, passionate love.

Afterward I told her about my call from Tom, and she suggested we have drinks to celebrate. Once again she put on that incredibly small triangle of fabric that constituted all the clothes a good looking woman is expected to wear around there, and after she did a little with her hair we went out, hand in hand, and I found I didn't give a damn what anybody thought, no matter how many shocked stares we received.

God, life is good.