Repairing the Princess

“So, Cindi,” After he’d let the hug with Linda linger for longer than was strictly necessary, Adam cleared his throat and shifted his attention back towards his sister, “How come you’re here?”

“It was my idea,” Linda failed to spot how Adam was looking at Cindi because she was throwing a long, thoughtful stare at the long, thick bulge running down the inside of one of his legs, “To give her some experience.”

“Yeah, look out bro, I’m gunning for your record!” Cindi said, to Adam’s powerful pecs, “You won’t be the youngest captain around for much longer.”

“Oh yeah?” Adam cocked an eyebrow and grinned at Cindi, “Well, if you’re gonna be captain of your own ship any day now, I guess you can tell me what’s wrong with the Princess’ environmental controls.”

“Eh… of course! But you can take a look too, just to confirm I’m right,” Smiling to show that she knew he knew that she was bullshitting him, Cindi took a step away from the interface panel to give Adam some room.

“Please, Adam,” Without thinking about it, Linda wiped away a droplet of sweat caused by the heat as it was about to trickle down into her cleavage, making her huge tits jiggle ever so softly against her bikini top, “The heat’s killing me.”

“Sure, mom, I’ll have a look,” Doing his best to stop his head from swinging along in key with Linda’s tits, Adam turned round and dropped to his haunches. Behind him, two sets of eyes went to work ogling the prominent muscles of his back and how it narrowed in as it got closer to his waist.

It didn’t take Adam long to identify the problem, or the only solution to it that he was interested in.

“Mom,” he asked, “Are you carrying any delicate equipment or anything alive?”

“Umm, no,” Distracted by the sight of her in her very skimpy bikini, Adam failed to notice the slight delay before Linda replied to his question.

“Good, because the only way to fix the problem is to restart the whole system,” Adam explained, not needing to add that doing that would make the Princess a very uncomfortable place to be for the duration of the restart process.

“How long will that take?”

“About twelve hours, maybe a little less,” Adam replied, “We can follow the initial diagnostics from the Falcon 4.”

“Mom, we were gonna spend the next days aboard Adam’s ship anyway,” Cindi joined in.

“The Falcon’s got a few extra cabins,” Usually during their meet-ups, Adam would let Linda use his, since it was the biggest and comfiest, “And I’ll you bring your stuff onboard.”

“Okay, let’s get started,” Linda nodded, “And Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

Eager to help, in no time at all Adam was busy carrying one bag after another stuffed full with Linda’s and Cindi’s skimpy outfits and assorted other items – plus a few pieces of equipment off the Princess that Linda either thought might come in handy or had deemed essential – onto the Falcon 4. Packing as fast as they could, mother and daughter both found themselves taking every chance they got to throw admiring looks at the studly young man’s muscles bulging and rippling as he worked.

“Last one, right mom?” Adam said as he entered Linda’s cabin just in time to see her finish zipping up one more duffel bag stuffed with clothes and gear. That would be number four, which seemed ridiculous in light of how she was only going to be locked out of the Princess for half a day.

“Uh-huh, last one,” Linda said, before eyeing up her son yanking the bag up off the ground like it weighed nothing at all and slinging it over one shoulder. He looked so much like his father, only younger…

“Hey, mom, what you got in here?” Holding one hand against the outside of the bag, Adam was a little surprised to have his hand now press against what felt like a very long and thick object stuffed inside it.

“Nothing!” Linda blurted out, her cheeks starting to warm up as she hoped her beefy son wouldn’t figure out what this particular piece of ‘essential equipment’ might be.

“Okay, none of my business, I guess,” Trying not to smile as her rushed response as much as anything else helped him determine what it was he had his hand against, Adam had more blood come rushing into his cock at the thought of his mom fucking herself on what felt like a seriously large dildo.

“M-maybe I should take that one, Adam,” Now, as she watched Adam slide his hand along the outside of the duffel bag, Linda started to worry that he might discover the rest of her toys too. They must have shifted inside it when he picked it up and swung it onto his shoulder.

“Nah, it’s fine. It doesn’t weigh that much to me,” Not smiling – or grunting – was becoming more of challenge for Adam as his fingers brushed across a pair of ball-shaped objects pressing against the inside of the bag. An image flashed before his eyes of Linda naked except for her heels and panting as she stuffed herself with a string of anal beads.

“Anything else you need?” Adam asked.

“No,” Linda shook her head, her fingers brushing against the waistband of her thong as her not wanting to meet his gaze right then meant that she instead ended up going over his pecs, stomach and that massive bulge on the front of his jumpsuit again.

“Great, then let’s go,” Simply by taking a step to the side, Adam got Linda to walk in front of him as they headed off towards the airlock and the Falcon 4.

Along the way, Linda wasn’t sure whether or not she was imagining things, or if Adam was staring at her from behind. Either way, she walked with an even more exaggerated sway of her hips than usual.