Welcome to Mars

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

The journey from Earth had taken a little over four weeks, the newer nuclear thermal powered engines speeding up journey times dramatically, only using regular methane and oxygen fuelled rocket engines for take off and landing. The nuclear ones being too toxic near land, be it Martian or Earthen.

A sealed coach docked with the spacecraft and after the requisite checks, the inner door opened and we were allowed to disembark and journey to Musk City, the Martian Colony started last century by an American called Elon Musk. The Martian gravity felt heavy after the relative weightlessness of space for most of the journey, and I knew that I would have to do some exercises whilst on Mars to get my muscle tone back.

I was on a six-month contract to operate the Copernicus Space Telescope, the CST, and continue its explorations of the earliest times after the Big Bang. Although the Big Bang Theory (BBT) was pretty much now ignored, it was still used as a general reference to the earliest of times. Still, no one had been able to quantify an alternative to the big bang, but people kept trying.

The CST took deep space images over long durations and then they were stacked and examined. I did the exposures and stacking, other people did the examining. They do, or so I read, keep finding things that shouldn't exist if the BBT holds true, but then they don't fit in any of the alternative theories either.

I just asked the question, if everything is moving away from us, then why aren't we the centre of the universe. "Don't be so stupid," I was told. Oh well, I guess that is why I am only smart enough to operate the CST and point it where they say. I don't mind to be honest, I have enough to the think about.

Our sleeping arrangements are now quite good compared to the early years of the colony, we get our own rooms and washing facilities nowadays. A small shower and toilet, a double bed and a wardrobe and table. It is okay and it is much better than they have on the moon for example, there you share bunk rooms and shared toilets and showers.

One innovation here on Mars is waste disposal. Human solids are collected and are broken up, mixed with other biological waste from the city, such as food, and then buried under around a foot of Martian soil. The plan is that it degrades using some kind of anabolic reaction and to create, in the longer term, a viable growing medium. As the process happens it releases oxygen into the thin carbon dioxide Martian atmosphere, never be enough to make the atmosphere viable, but every little bit helps.

Musk City is a large single story multi-roomed facility that is almost self-sufficient. There is water on Mars, deep down and it is mined and filtered and purified. The wastewater from the city is also filtered and purified and added to the city water supply. If the population were under one hundred then it would be self-sufficient, but there were around one hundred and twenty five currently in the city.

I had worked for a while in Antarctica Station, and that place felt more cramped that Musk City and was also a place where you had less privacy. It was on a par with life on the moon. Here felt much more relaxed, and much more private.

I sat in the communal recreation area. No alcohol on Mars, and no smoking, vaping or illegal drug use. Anyone found breaking those rules would be confined to quarters and shipped back on the next shuttle and when back on Earth, would be fined more money than they would earn in a lifetime and with no way of finding the money, they would be unemployable. No one risked it, the corporations were too big and wielded too much power.

No point in denying it, saying it was a fix, no, the corporations would simply deploy a number of deep fake evidences using your voice and your image confessing to whatever they said that you had done. No, much better to simply go along and do your job and earn the money that they were paying you.

"Mica? It is Mica isn't it?"

A man stood by me, tall, probably around six feet two inches, something like that, toned, but no bulging muscles, his shorts indicating a presence, a hidden presence, his accent was vaguely English, possibly midlands?

"Yes, I am, why?"

"Well, you are new and so I thought that I would be the friendly face that everyone needs when they arrive here."

"Oh, right, okay then, well thank you, and you are?"

"Jon, Jon Fairburn at your service."

What an old fashioned way to speak, people, in my experience, only spoke like that two centuries ago. The politeness in English from British people compared to, for example, transatlantic English speakers, still remained, but speech no longer harked back to the days of servitude, dating before the first of the world wars.

"You need not be in any service of me Jon Fairburn," I replied with a smile on my face. I wondered who he really was. I knew that the intelligence communities had various assets in place, all of whom were looking to catch the saboteurs that they were convinced existed with the sole aim of destroying the Mars colony. He could be one of those assets.

"Are you really you?" Jon asked as he sipped at his water, the most sought after drink, pure, and very expensive in relative terms.

"Am I really me what?"

"You know what I mean, are you just you or are you also, you know, a watcher?"

"A watcher? I have no idea what you mean. I am just me; I operate a telescope for clever people, I save money, I pay taxes and that is just about me."

"I see, but then if you were a watcher Mica, you wouldn't admit it."

"Good grief." It was amusing to be honest, nearly everybody went through the same routine when they met someone. The corporations were so paranoid that they basically spied on everyone, the ran powerful algorithms that tracked out every mood and analysed our behaviour. They knew what we thought before we did.

"I guess therefore that you are? I mean the odds on neither of us being one must be really low." I threw the ball right back at him and leant back and sipped at my water. Water used to be called Adam's Ale back when religions meant something apart from a chapter of history, now few people would understand what was meant by it. Tempus Fugit, Time moves on.

"Yes of course, that must be it. So, now what do we do?" Jon had a broad smile across his face. The truth was neither of us would ever know if the other were a corporate spy or just an ordinary keeping their head down type of person, and it didn't really make much difference there was so much surveillance in society that they already knew everything.

If the Corporations decided that they didn't like you, then they would just use deep fake and frame you, simple. So, we all just towed the Corporate line and tried not to make trouble. Life went on. Wars were a thing of the past, the nearest that we might get to a war these days was a hostile corporate take-over, and that was exceedingly unlikely as the seven Corporations in existence, the seven that ran the world, were each pretty much the same in terms of size and global reach.

SpaceTech, the Corporation that I was employed by, pretty much ran all of space, but much of its technology came from the other Corporations, in truth, the seven had a symbiotic relationship with each other, wars and hostile takeovers were counterproductive.

I looked at Jon and liked what I saw to be honest. Pleasant on the eye, and pleasant on the ear. His clothes were pretty much like everyone else's, shirt and shorts. In his case his shorts seemed a little inadequate shall we say. He certainly appeared to be a big boy.

My shirt was a little tight on me, my breasts quite apparent, but then I am a woman, and breast size is pretty much always obvious due to the clothes that we wear, our fannies are pretty much kept unobvious, it has kind of been like that for hundreds of years.

Of course pornography still exists, it probably always will but mores have moved on, we behave differently to each other, and women selling themselves to needy men has pretty much died out, we all admit that we like sex, and sex is pretty much a casual affair. But we all do like looking at naked bodies, hence the continuance of pornography, but nowadays it is pretty much the models themselves that share their nude imagery.

Jon was sitting easy, smiling at me, and the few other people in the recreation area were mostly those that came on the same shuttle as me. We hadn't yet settled into a work routine and were pretty much space lagged. The journey from Earth is pretty discombobulating, and takes some getting over, three of four days for most people, and this was day one.

"What do you do Jon Fairburn?" I asked, "you know about me, but apart from you being a Corporate spy, I know little about you."

He laughed and held up a hand, "wait a moment," he said and went and refreshed our waters before sitting down and facing me more directly.

"Well, I wait for some flunky to line the telescope up and take the pictures I need, and when I get that, I start analysis."

"Cool, I have never met anyone who takes my end product."

"End product? You make it sound like something you would buy from a shop."

"Shops, gosh, they are a thing from the past, certainly hardly any in the area I lived in on Earth, most people buy online." I couldn't imagine going to a place where tens of other people were milling around, handling products before people bought them, it sounds uncivilised and totally unhygienic.

"Shall we go for a walk around the city?" Jon asked.

"Yes, why not." I had been here before, a few years ago, and it would be interesting to see how much it had grown since then. As far as I knew, Musk City was a constantly growing place, with every shuttle bringing new materials as well as new people.

I stood up and we headed off out of one of the many doors that led away from the community area.

"Let's go to the sky view first," he said. This was somewhere new that had been built since my last visit, a clear roof and wall allowing you to see to the horizon and to the sky. The normal colour of the sky during the daytime varies from a pinkish red to a yellow brown colour; however, at the time of the setting or rising sun it is blue. This is the exact opposite of the situation on Earth and is quite exotic when you first experience it.

The corridors we walked down had a number of opened doorways throughout its length, each could be closed in case of an emergency to ensure that as little air as possible were lost in case of a puncture. Punctures did happen frequently, mostly caused by small meteorites puncturing the roof. The roof was designed as self-healing, the air tended to rush out and then seal with the roof lining gel, but sometimes that system failed, or the meteorite was too big. Doors could be sealed whilst the hole was patched.

I think only newcomers ever worried about punctures, those of us that had been here a while did not even give it a thought, it was just a thing, like you don't worry about the cold temperatures outside when you are at Antarctica station, you just get on with things.

The Sky View room was at the very end of the corridor and Jon explained that it was usual to shut the door behind you and turn the lights off, that way you got the full experience of the Martian land and sky scapes. It was around midday on Mars, and so the sky would be a pinky peach colour and would appear quite alien.

There were a number of recliner sofas dotted around, you could sit up and look at the distant hills, or lay back and look at the sky. Apart from the colour there was little of interest in the day time sky, but the night time sky was really something, the Milky Way was much brighter and more magnificent than seen from Earth. That was when you wanted to recline.

There was no one else in Sky View and we took one of the sofas right at the front and as we sat, Jon half reclined it, bringing up leg rests. We sat or rather half lay on the sofa and looked at the horizon where the hills met the sky. It was quite strange for anyone used to a blue sky, I had seen it before and so it wasn't as novel a view for me. I might come back later and look at the night sky though.

Jon put his hand on my thigh and as I turned to him in, it has to be said a little surprised, his lips touched mine. I hadn't expected that, but I guess in hindsight, I should have. My lips puckered slightly in response and his tongue pressed between my lips seeking my mine. Before I really knew what was happening, and on my first day back on Mars, I was being kissed under the Martian sky.

I rested my hand on his thigh, mostly to steady myself, but he seemed to take that as encouragement and I found a hand supporting my right boob, slightly squeezing and tweaking my nipple through my top. My hand felt his shorts stir, perhaps my hand was higher up his leg than I thought. I found a firmness and squeezed it, his dick pulsing in my grip.

His hand let go of my boob and moved down my top and then slipped under the material and went back up, now skin on skin, his hand cupped my breast, a finer and a thumb on my nipple. I gasped into his kiss and moved my hand on his hardness. I moved my hand higher and found his waist band and pulled it down, exposing his dick to the Martian sky, my hand holding it, easing his foreskin down.

His hand left my breast and moved down, sliding inside my waist of my shorts and down to my crease and pressed gently on my clitoris. My pressures ramped up and my pleasures began to flow as his finger slid down my surprisingly moist crease, between my labia until he found my entrance.

I gasped loudly and moved more unto my back, my legs parting as fingers pressed at my entrance and pushed their way passed my opening, his dick throbbing and pulsing in my hand. I let go of his dick and gripping his shorts I pulled at them, forcing them down off his thighs, his dick and balls exposed for my pleasure.

I wanted to bend forward and suck his dick, lock his glans and taste him but his fingers were doing too much, my gasps were getting louder and more frequent, and I could not let myself break away from his fingering, no one's fingers had been near my fanny since I left the Moon over four weeks ago.

His fingers started to move in and out, I was getting a finger shag, and then as my eyes closed in the thrall of the pleasure, I felt his breath as he blew on my clitoris and my electrics fizzed as my pleasures flowed filling my body with delight. I gasped out loud, almost a shriek as his tongue dabbed at my clitoris.

"Fuck," fell out of my mouth followed by a sharp intake of my breath and then a loud gasp. My pleasures were overwhelming. I lay back, momentarily wondering how many other Martians had fucked in here under the pink sky. His tongue circled my clitoris and streams of electric fire shot from my crotch and tingled my entire body.

My back shot upwards as my pressures grew, I pulled his head away and I managed to flip myself over him, grabbed his dick, lined it up with my fanny and sank down on him, his dick fat and filling my wanton fanny.

I gasped loudly as my fanny sank down, his dick filling me, reaching my depth, stretching me wide, leaning forward I pressed my clitoris against his mons and began to slowly slide back and forth, his dick moving within me. He grabbed my shoulders and he flipped me onto my back, his pick pressed in harder and further, really pressing at my depth.

He began to shag me, his dick pressing in and then pulling back, his foreskin rolling along his shaft as it moved inside me, and then as he began to go faster I could no longer sense the movement of his skin. Slaps echoed around the Sky view room and my gasps followed on.

Faster and faster he moved, his dick really pressing in, my pleasures an almost continual stream from my crotch, my pressures built so high I could hardly breath, electrics fizzing and popping around my groin, I was ready to pop.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders, my buttocks pressed onto the sofa, my feet scrabbled trying to maintain purchase on the floor. I shrieked, I screamed, my back arched trying to buck him off, my orgasm erupted, exploding through my body, pressures released, pleasures flowing as Jon was flooding me with spurt after spurt of his spunk.

The walk back to my room was uncomfortable to say the least. The groin of my shorts was visibly wet as his spunk dripped out of me. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone, and as sod would have it, my room was pretty much at the far end of the city. I resolved to always ensure that I had tissues in my pockets.

Finally in my room I threw my shorts in the sink to be washed and got under the shower, rinsing and douching until I was cleaned of spunk. Standing naked, I washed and rinsed my shorts, wringing them as dry as I could and then put them on the heated rail to dry.

There was a knock at my door. I was surprised, I wasn't expecting one, perhaps it was Jon, I wasn't due to start work until tomorrow, so it shouldn't be any one work related. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me and opened my door.

"Mik," I exclaimed looking at my son standing in my doorway.

"Mum," he said and pushed past me and into my room.

"I didn't know that you were on Mars," I said, to be fair with both of us usually in space somewhere, keeping touch wasn't the easiest of things.

"Well, no, I have been here a few months, I go back next week. When I saw your name on the roster of arrivals, I had to come and say hello, it would have been rude not to."

He stepped forwards and embraced me, and me him, pressing ourselves against each other. I felt his dick hardening as we embraced, pressing against my stomach, his hands on my bare shoulders, his head dipping forwards to kiss me. I stepped back, forgetting to hold on to my towel, which fell to the floor.

I hurriedly bent forwards and picked my towel up, covering myself once more.

"Sorry," I said, "I've just come out of the shower."

"Don't be daft, you don't need to apologise to me," he said flashing me a cheeky grin, "nor do you need to cover up."

No, I suppose that I didn't, he had seen me naked and in fact we had been intimate when we last crossed paths on the moon several months ago. I could remember pretty much exactly how his dick looked, and just how it felt inside me. Not exactly my proudest moment, but one I don't really regret.

"Let me get dressed," I said, "I feel awkward."

"Oh Mum, I am not going to stop you," he answered.

The thing is, my room is a single space, bed, shower, toilet, table, chair, cupboard, all in one compact room. There was nowhere to be discrete and I doubted he would turn his head, no, of course he wouldn't. I got out a clean top and shorts, turned my back to him and took the towel off.

As I leant forwards to pick my top up off my bed Mik's arms went around me, his hands cupping my breasts, and his dick pressing into the crease of my arse as if his own shorts weren't on. I gasped, and trickles of pleasures began, my memory going back to when we fucked and how good it had felt no matter how wrong it was.

He twisted my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, pulling them before going back to massaging my breasts, my trickles of pleasure grew into streams and then rivers, and I was glad that I had managed to clean Jon from me, although I suspected my own body was generating enough fluids of its own.

I felt him push his shorts down and as he bent me forwards over my bed, his dick slipped between my thighs and rubbed along my valley, I shivered in anticipation. I had sworn never to bed my son again, it wasn't right, even though we were both adults, the stigma, whilst no longer illegal, still hung around.