An approaching ship interrupts

“Oh, gawwd, Mom, you’re so sexy!” Adam groaned, tugging at his now fully engorged meat. He could guess his father’s intentions, and wished he was the one ramming her from behind in the shower, cumming all over her tight, little ass as the hot streams of water plastered her long hair to her ample chest. “Mmmm, yeah!” Adam breathed, as he watched his father step into the shower stall. This might be a good show, certainly a clip to record and beat his meat off to later tonight.

Just then, the console flashed with an annoying little siren, signaling an incoming ship.

“Shit!” Adam had forgotten the scheduled maintenance barge due today. A team of androids staffed the ship and contracted to do routine maintenance and services for undermanned ships just such as Adam’s father’s company had. Ships were largely self-servicing, but there was no substitute for human intelligence—or at least human-like intelligence when it came to keeping the ship running at top efficiency.

Besides, androids could do your laundry, cook real meals, and provide a variety of other humanoid services. Adam looked at the schedule and did some last minute adjustments. Dinner for three, extra laundry and cleaning his messy room.

Then, he chose massage services for the three of them prior to dinner. It would be a nice treat for his dad after the long trip and ease some of the tension he and his mother were feeling. Adam looked down at his hard-on. That was definitely tension that was going to need some relief.

Adam’s intercom message went throughout the ship, reaching his mother and father just as they were toweling off in his mother’s quarters.

“Androids are coming aboard. Dinner at 1800 hours, massage at 1700. See you both in the fitness room in about 5 minutes.”

“Well,” William stretched, feeling his oats after getting off in his wife’s hot hole, “You got an extra robe around here?”

Linda went to the closet, pulling out matching white silk robes for the two of them.

“Here,” She thrust one William’s way, noticing his limp peter shrinking away to almost nothing. “Looks like you’re getting cold.” Linda loved her husband, but was frustrated that he got his little weenie off without making sure she was satisfied.

“Baby, you are as sexy as when I first married you!” William whistled, oblivious to his wife’s sour mood, as his busty bride pulled the robe around her trim waist. His mouth watered at the way the thin material hugged her supple ass cheeks. He marveled at her high, firm tits as they wobbled and settled against the silk, their weight threatening, at any moment, to thrust the robe aside and spill out to freedom. He salivated at the way the turgid nipples poked out, spiking the thin silk.

“Thank you, Bill.” Linda conceded. “Time to get our massage.” Linda tried to hide her frustration from not reaching climax in the shower. Two minutes of her husband’s miniscule dick was no substitute for her hungry hands, or better yet for her son’s big cock plowing into her cunt. But that avenue was closed to her now she told herself. She would have to relegate those thoughts to her fantasies.

William Carter watched his wife lead the way to the fitness room. He could see the outline of her pink thong on her ass as it swished under the thin material of the robe. She had worn no bra, but had slipped on a pair of matching pink, 4-inch fuck-me stilettos, which made her fine ass and long legs look even finer. William felt desire quicken once again, imagining his cock spurting all over that delectable ass, but his cock stayed soft. He’d be ready to go again tomorrow. Perhaps he should take a Viagra and try again tonight.

Linda took in the grandeur of the fitness room, its high, clear ceiling looking out at the constellations, as her heels clacked on the shiny, hard, faux wood floor. She took in the fresh, flowery scent from the hydroponic plants growing in every corner, lush, green, vibrant with color.

The cushioned massage tables were plush black leather, over large and soft.  There were two kinds of cup holders, one for drinks, and two others, her well-endowed daughter, Cindi,  had installed.  By sliding a bar and opening two slots near the head of the table, Linda could avoid the discomfort of her huge breasts smashing under her and let them hang freely through the openings.   Cindi swore the operation made massages much more comfortable without her big breasts squished out and in the way.  It also served to keep the distraction of the masseuses to a minimum.  Cindi had found males impossible, and females almost as bad, distracted from their work by her huge, ripe, cherry tipped knockers.

Inevitably, the session would not end without someone propositioning her to pop her virgin cherry. Only once had Cindi weakened, when a broad shouldered Mediterranean type with a big cock had tit fucked her as the conclusion to a lusty hand job she had given him. The dark-haired stud had shot hot cream all over her firm, full breasts. But she had stopped it there. Of course, the rest of the family knew none of this, thinking Cindi to be the innocent, naïve waif she always had been.

The room was a little cold, so LInda kept her robe around her, carefully scanning the room before sliding the bar and opening her robe at the top to let her heavy breasts slide through the holes in the table—the big 39DD’s just made it. William switched on some soothing music and laid down on one of the two tables on either side of the busty temptress, sneaking a peek as her big boobs slipped out and flopped down through the massage table, there to hang for the duration of the massage, their pink aureoles and fat nubbins invisible to anyone’s lustful view.

Linda felt very comfortable as she laid flat on her stomach, drowsiness coming on her after her hot shower. She felt very sexy with her tits hanging freely, her wet snatch rubbing against the black leather, and her round ass perched high in the air. The silk of the thin robe slid around, caressing the soft skin of her supple tush.