Adam circled the family ship around the moons of Orion. He had just gotten his operators license and couldn't wait to have a craft of his own to impress the chicks with.
The family ship wasn't exactly an interstellar hotrod. The upper portion of the spacecraft contained a control room and hyper-sleep chamber, while the bulk of the craft consisted of a living area to provide comfort during long intergalactic trips.
As Adam sped across the moons surface the voice of the onboard computer drew his attention.
"Adam...has an incoming call from...."
"Mom." A mature female voice said.
"Hey, mom." Adam answered with the push of a button.
"Hey, handsome, done shopping. Wanna come get me?" She said.
"Be right there." Adam said, pushing another button on the control panel.
"Changing course to...Orion Intergalactic Mall, docking port 313." The female computer voice announced.
The spacecraft quickly ascended from the moon's surface and blasted towards the colorful planet of Orion. Within minutes it hovered towards the planet's surface disappearing into the body of an enormous superstructure.
The ship quivered slightly as it made contact with the docking port.
"Voice recognition please." The computer said.
"Heather Renee Collins." A sexy little voice answered.
"Thank you. Performing Security scan on Heather Renee Collins." The computer said.
Inside the docking chamber a fine blue laser struck Heather's sexy little feet, which were beautifully arched a pair of six-inch spiked heeled sandals. Heather was wearing what was known as a woman's body glove, which most all women wore during their shopping excursions. It was a black neck to ankle suit that was made of paper-thin breathable latex. Typically after a woman put it on she would step into a heat chamber, which would cause the reactive material to literally shrink-wrap around her.
The laser traveled up Heather's long matronly legs. The suit looked as though it were literally painted on, molding snuggly against the V of her womanhood, leaving little to the imagination. A tiny zipper ran through the groove of her clamshell disappearing up the crack of her big meaty ass.
As the laser continued upward it struck the drooping swell of two enormous breasts. The pendulous boobs were each encased in their own sock of skin tight latex with two big triangular-shaped patches covering the areola.
The laser scanned over Heather's beautiful motherly face. She looked like the actress Sela Ward, with sparkling green eyes and silky dark hair that fell to her shoulders.
"Security scan confirmed." The computer said.
The ships interior door opened and Heather strode forward like a futuristic Goddess. Her heels clicked against the cold steel floor, her breasts trembling with each step.
"Your approach was beautiful. I'm impressed." She said, smiling at her son as she set her bags down.
"Thanks. Maybe that means I'm ready for my own starship now." Adam said proudly.
"Well, I'll be sure and tell your father how well you handled the ship, but you know I can't promise you anything." She said.
"I know." Adam responded.
"I'm gonna prep for hyper-sleep. Go ahead and get us out of orbit and set our coarse for home." Heather said.
"Yes, ma'am." Adam said, jumping into the control chair.
Adam maneuvered the ship up away from the planet, following the flow of other craft as they raced towards their various destinations.
After setting the coordinates for Earth Adam hung his headset on a little piece of equipment about the control panel. He joined his mom in the hyper-sleep chamber. There were a row of beds in the chamber that looked like doctors examination tables. Heather was next to one of the beds sliding her bare feet from her dainty little slippers.
"Ready when you are, mom." Adam said.
Heather rounded the bed and strode towards her son. Wrapped in their latex sheaths, her breasts moved as if they were bare, wobbling gently from side to side. She stepped right up to Adam and smiled warmly as she gazed up into his eyes.
"I'm proud of you, you know." She said.
"Thanks." He blushed.
"How 'bout a big hug before we sleep?" She suggested.
"Sure." Came the response.
Heather curled her arms around her son's neck and pulled him in against her. Her big spongy-soft sacks flattened against his chest as they embraced, making Adam gasp a little.
Heather knew what her tits did for her son. After all, hers were the type of breasts that teenaged boys dream about. Squashing them against his chest was like giving him a little reward.
Heather accepted her son's fascination for her as just a natural part of his growing up. To her, finding her bras and panties coated with teenaged cock cream was just part of being a mom.
Heather led her son by the hand over to her hyper-sleep bed and lifted herself up onto it. Adam watched as his mom brought her cute little feet up and laid down so that she was flat on her back. He noticed how her big breasts rolled off the sides of her chest. She gazed up at her son, still holding his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Take us home, Captain." She smiled.
"Yes, ma'am." He said.
Adam covered his mom's face with a clear hissing mask, which emitted some type of sleeping gas and within seconds her eyes were rolling back and gently closed shut.
With Heather now in deep sleep Adam took a second to scan her gorgeous body as it lay there limp on the bed. He couldn't get over how long and sexy her legs were and those cute little feet...oh God how he loved his mother's bare feet.
The truth was Adam was in love with every inch of his mom, but what fascinated him the most were those big fucking tits. He swallowed hard as he gazed down at the latex-incased udders and almost without thinking his hand crept over and rested over one of their rounded slopes.
As he gently squeezed, his fingers sunk into the spongy tit-flesh. Adam felt his knees quiver with excitement and his cock began to stir. For a good five minutes he played with her breasts, savoring their matronly softness.
Then his eyes caught his next target and before he knew it he was unzipping the crotch of Heather's space suit. The black curtain parted, revealing the world of pink beneath. Accept for a little triangle of neatly trimmed pubic fuzz Heather's peach was completely shaved.
Adam leaned down until his nose rested against the nub of her clit. He slowly inhaled and felt his entire body quiver with wicked arousal as his lungs were filled with the strong pungent aroma of his mother's sex.
His tongue drug across her clit and sunk down into the warm majora groove, slowing gliding across her creamy pink center. Like a lapping dog he repeated this again and again, his snake sinking a little deeper with each swipe. With a little excited whimper he kissed his mom's butt-hole, then rolled his tongue against it a few times.
By this time Adam's cock was about bursting through his suit. He reached down and unzipped himself, releasing the nine-inch monster from it's cage.
Possessed by lust the horny teen crawled up onto the bed between his mom's legs and slipped his cum-drooling helmet into Heather's socket, splitting her quim.
With a few grinding thrusts Adam's cock sunk into his mother's treasure box. He moaned with wicked delight as he felt the wonders of having his meat wrapped in cupid's glove.
In the control room the little headset that Adam unwisely hung above the control panel came loose and fell down against the controllers, landing on its side against a few buttons.
"Are you sure you'd like to change the coordinates to A310825?" The computer asked.
The headset then fell flat hitting the confirmation button.
"Thank you. Changing coordinates to A310825." It announced.
Back in the hyper-sleep chamber Adam was pounding the mound with long ball-bumping strokes. He held onto Heather's legs, which he had sort of twisted around him. He watched in sick fascination as he made her boobie-bags roll up and down her chest.
