There’s no one there

“Uff!” The first thing that Adam noticed upon the airlock sliding open to allow access from the Falcon 4 to the Princess was the gust of intense heat that washed over him like a wave. Obviously, the Princess’ environmental control system was malfunctioning, leading to temperatures onboard that were downright tropical.

Reflexively, Adam pulled down the zipper of his jumpsuit a little and stepped onboard the Princess, beads of sweat forming on his brow already. Looking around and finding no sign of his mom, he did spot a blinking panel which he pressed before the heat made him pull the zipper down further.

“Hi, Adam,” The moment he heard Linda’s voice, Adam yanked the zipper all the way down until the base of his cock was exposed, before realizing what he was doing and pulling it back up a couple of inches, “Sorry I’m not there to meet you, but as you can tell the environmental control’s falling apart and I haven’t been able to fix it. It’s just so damn hot I had to grab a shower. I’ll be finished in a couple of minutes. Can’t wait to see you!”

Adam grunted and played with the zipper of his jumpsuit for a second as his cock swelled at the thought of Linda’s naked body positioned underneath a spray of water that soaked her hair, clung to her tanned skin and sleek muscles and splashed off her huge tits. The funny thing was that it was after his navigation system had crashed on one of his first trips as captain and Linda had stopped by to help him out that his dad had proposed they’d make rendezvousing like this a regular thing.

Unlike the Falcon, the Princess was built for speed, which meant it didn’t have the crew amenities that his own ship had. The tanning booths needed to keep a body’s vitamin D levels up were much more cramped and the gym a lot smaller and more primitive. And that was Adam’s good luck, or else they might not meet up like this.

Tying the top of his form-fitting jumpsuit round his waist to leave bare his thick, muscle-packed arms, wide chest and rock-hard six-pack, Adam set off through the Princess, the prominent bulge between his legs where his cock tried to break free seeming to set the course so that it wasn’t until he was almost there that he recognized that he was heading for Linda’s cabin straight away.

“Hey, I’m just checking to see she’s all right,” Adam tried to convince himself as he continued on without stopping.

Surprised that the door to the cabin was unlocked and slid open when he pressed the wall panel next to it, Adam was even more surprised that she’d left the door to her bathroom open. Except surprise wasn’t the emotion he was most aware of as he looked straight across his mom’s room at her body as it appeared through the frosted glass of the shower stall, with her being positioned so he got an excellent view of her body in profile. Due to her leaning forwards into the water as it came spraying down, her tits and ass were both thrust out.

“Damn,” Adam groaned and wished that the glass had been transparent.

After a few moments of staring so intently at the curvy figure of his mom moving slightly underneath the showerhead that he almost forgot to breathe, he tore his gaze away from her to instead give the rest of her cabin a quick once-over.

Since they usually spent their time together onboard the Falcon 4, Adam hadn’t ever really seen much of her private quarters before. Like just about everything else on the Princess save for its cargo hold, Linda’s cabin was cramped. It was also completely dominated by two objects: her bed – which looked like it could fit two people if they squeezed together tight – and a large closet that looked like it would hold a lot more clothes than the very skimpy bikinis she usually wore during their meet-ups.

Then, just as he was about to resume ogling the shape of Linda’s stacked, nude body through the sadly so concealing glass, Adam happened to spot a white, extremely small object lying discarded on the floor by the bed.

It was a definitely a thong, and definitely one of Linda’s. At the image of his mom strutting around topless in just that skimpy piece of underwear, Adam’s cock throbbed with lust. He glanced at the closet again, wondering what else might be in there.

“Aaaahhh!” The sound of Linda crying out almost made Adam shoot right out of his jumpsuit, before he realized that she hadn’t spotted him standing there. Instead, what she’d done was to let out a loud, contented cry after turning round to rinse her hair. To do this, she was arcing her back, which in turn caused her huge 39DD tits to jut spectacularly up into the air and rising even further as she kept leaning back into the spraying water.

“Fuck,” Adam let out another, somewhat louder groan and remained frozen in place in the doorway, staring at Linda’s incredible body. While he did, a little voice was telling him that he really ought to do something. What exactly though, was unclear.