Adam is caught with his pants down...

Adam had Aunty Pam draped across the command consol of his ship, her massive bare tits sandwiched over the controls as he dug his fingers into her firm hips and hammered his monstrous cock into her eager snatch like a creature deranged. God but the woman could suck like a Hoover but in the end her persistent ‘not-pregnant’ smell (and there was no other way to describe it) had been too much for him, drawing his aching steely cock towards her moist waiting pussy as surely as a camel is drawn to an oasis in the desert.

Adam groaned as pervasive wailing reached his ears through the thick haze of animal lust that seemed to be all that mattered… was that the ship's alert siren?!

His eyes snapped open and he jerked his head up to look disbelievingly at the ship's display. There on the radar display was the large red glowing sign of an unknown ship closing quickly on his family’s drifting ships and what were those other smaller red icons… automated attack probes!?

“Oh Jesus!” he exclaimed going rigid with shock.

“Oh, fuck! Yes Adam, YES!” squealed his aunt, thrusting her ass back against him eagerly, still oblivious to the shriek of the ship's claxon.

“What?! No, Aunty Pam, Stop!” Adam brought his hard palm down across her ample rump with a resounding crack that made her gasp and then giggle a bit drunkenly as he reluctantly pulled his dick free of her tight gripping folds.

Adam shook his head to clear it, the animal inside of him had grown suddenly silent once he had been alerted to the imminent threat and he could feel it inside of him now, like a mammoth ball of furious bestial strength sniffing for danger, waiting for something to attack.

Shoving his aunt unceremoniously aside he tapped at the controls on the main consol bringing the radar onto the main screen. Holy crap it was true, they were under attack! But they were in the middle of no-where, who was attacking them?!

Adam honed in on the enemy ship's communications beacon and red warning lights lit up the screen as his ship ‘Falcon 4’ identified the pirate ship ‘Valkyrie’ and four bounty notices for its crew from the Tuscon Corporation appeared on the radar screen beside the red symbol of the fast approaching vessel.

God but those little attack probes where right on top of…

Four distant metallic thuds sent a tremor through all three of the Carter vessels as the mining-drones turned attack-probes clamping down on the three vessels; powerful boring lasers poised to tear the hulls open like tissue paper. The main craft, an old battered asteroid driller, finally slowed its approach but kept the large bore of its mining laser clearly fixed on the position of the helpless Carter ships.

The message was clear; these escaped convicts, now **** pirates, were coming aboard. Any resistance and the three Carter ships would be torn open to the cold dead vacuum of space as though Adam had blown the airlocks himself.

Adam's panicky gaze worked furiously over the controls looking for something, anything he could do! The instincts of the creature inside of him brought his eyes back up to the four bounty notices of the crew…

…four women! The huge muscles in his shoulders and arms bulged as he balled his hands into huge fists. Four women, there was still a hope!

Adam sprang away from the controls with a challenging roar that echoed throughout the ship. They would have to enter through his mother’s ship, the ‘The Princess’, as it had the last available coupling port… there was hope!

“Stay here!” he cried to his Aunt who stood naked as the day she was born, looking up at the ship's main display with a growing look of confusion and alarm. “Keep Mum and Cindi here too! Just stay safe!!”

“But we can help!” was all she managed to cry before the bulkhead slammed shut behind him.

'The medical bay, had to get to the medical bay and to ‘The Princess’ before they docked…' he thought.

Adam was pleased at just how clear he was thinking in the middle of this crisis. He had been trained like any pilot for scenarios like this but he never thought he would be this cool about it. His head was clear, his whole body thrummed with restrained strength and behind it all was something else; something very protective and very, very primal…

A deep growling rumble started in his chest as he rounded the last corner to the Med Bay and burst into its messy confines looking about frantically. It became something more like a deep animal purr as his eyes locked on what he had come for. It was there amongst the clutter he had left it, beside the medical replicators…