Badly at first, but you calm her down and eventually warm her up to the idea

Your Mother is delighted to hear the news that you're in the same system, even on the same planet as her. She quickly gives you the details for the hotel she's staying at, all too eager to catch up with her long lost starfaring daughter. When you arrive, you find the frontage and lobby unsettlingly familiar as you recognise it as the same place you arrived at when you were despoiling a blushing bride to be, your half-sister. You make your way up towards the room number your Mother gave you and pausing outside the door to take one final deep breath before you knock on her door.

"My darling Claire, it's been far too long," Your Mother says in a warm tone as she pulls you into a tight and embraces, one that triggers memories of filming that first scene for May.

"Yeah, sorry for being a bad Daughter and not keeping in contact more," You say apologetically, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

"Well, you always did want to spread your wings; I'm just glad you could make it. I was worried you'd miss it after your Sister told me she couldn't get in touch with you," Your Mother explains with a smile.

"What's going on with Leslie?" You ask, doing your best to feign ignorance.

"She's getting married," Your Mother explains in surprise.

"Oh shit, for real?" You reply with a nervous laugh.

"You didn't know?" Your Mother asks hesitantly.

"Nope, I just happened to be in this area for business," You explain, closely gesturing to your uniform in the hopes it might be enough.

"You mean to tell me you're here by chance," Your Mother says, shaking her head and laughing. "How long has it been since we were last together must be decades," Your Mother muses.

"A lot more recently than you might think, actually," You reply with a sheepish look as you toy with your captain's hat.

"Sweetie?" Your Mother asks nervously.

"Ummmm, this is going to be really difficult to explain," You begin taking a seat on the edge of your Mom's bed.

"What is it, Claire?" Your Mother asks, concern crossing her face.

"I had some business here a few days ago, the sort of business I'm not overly proud of," you lie, but it was hardly like you could tell your Mother that you thoroughly enjoyed staring in porn and rocking her world.

"What sort of business?" Your Mother asks, her tone sterner.

"The same sort you found yourself in," You reply calmly.

"Oh....oh...oh no, please tell me you weren't there for that," Your Mother says, shaking her head and going bright red.

"Yeah, you could say I had a front-row seat," You reply, taking a deep breath.

"It wasn't what it looked like, sweetie. I did it to get this place for Leslie after her previous wedding plans fell through," Your Mother begins to explain frantically.

"Mom, I know exactly what you did," You explain calmly, "Or What we did, I should say," You eventually confess.

"No..., no, no, no, that's not possible," Your Mother begins, her body starting to tremble with realisation. "Oh god, Sweetie, how could you," Your Mother begins.

"I didn't know it was you, I swear," You explain calmly to try your best to cut through your Mother's panic. "I was caught in just as tight a spot, the same as you," You add. "Neither of us wanted to be there or do what we did, but we didn't have much choice," You clarify, albeit not entirely truthful, you were more than happy with the job at the time, but that fact wouldn't do you much good.

There's a sizable pause while you give your Mother time to process this all, try and come to terms with what she and you unwittingly have done. Admittedly the fact neither of you meant to do it was of little solace, at least initially. You hope that as the shock of revelation wears off, that anger that you can help guide away from you and deflect onto the people that made you both do this might be what helps your Mother come to terms with it all.

You watch your Mother stand up and pace back and forth across the room, muttering and mumbling to herself as regret about the situation hits her hard. Although despite how upset your Mother is with it all, you find your eyes wandering, drinking in the finer curves of your Mother's body. Your eyes linger on her legs as you think back to having them wrapped around you just those few days ago. The memories cause you to smile, which you have to quickly shift when finally, after some minutes, your Mother turns and faces you.

"Fuck," Your Mother groans, "This is so wrong," She continues shaking her head in despair. "How long have you known?" She asks, only now picking up on how much easier you were taking the news.

"A day or so," You explain softly.

"And your only now telling me!" You Mother cries out.

"What was I supposed to do, just call you up out of the blue?" You reply incredulously, "Hey Mom, long time no see, by the way, I may have accidentally fucked you brains out in a porn shoot we were both in," You continue.

"Yes...No, fuck, I don't know," Your Mother replies dropping onto the bed beside you, putting her head in her hands.

"It wasn't exactly easy for me to come to terms with it all either," You explain in a sombre tone, hoping to elicit some sympathy from your Mother. "I thought about keeping quiet, but that wasn't an option," You continue with a heavy sigh.

"Why not? I'd have been better off not knowing," Your Mother spits in a mixture of frustration and anger.

"The producers got in contact with me a day later, told me about the mix-up and made me sign some papers," You explain. "My silence on their screw up in exchange for a payout," You say softly. "They wouldn't take no for an answer, told me I needed to get you to sign too," You continue, pulling out the faux contract May had drafter up for you.

"I'm not signing a damn thing," Your Mother begins to rant, anger rising in her voice.

"Mom, please, they have deep ties, the sort of people you can't win against," You explain, "We take this, or they find a way to blame us for it in a pre-emptive lawsuit, set it up to make it look like we planned this to get them," You continue.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have accepted," Your Mother says with a heavy groan. "I knew it was too good to be true," She adds, shaking her head.

"If it helps, it's an extremely generous payoff," You explain, tapping your finger of a figure that was more than most people would earn across multiple life spans.

"Let me see that," Your Mother says, taking the faux contract and skim reading until her eyes stop on the figure. "Void, that much?" Your Mother gasps in surprise; her anger is fading as quickly as it rose.

"Yeah, but they aren't fucking around with us not being able to tell anyone about it," You explain, "Tried to pass the contract by a couple of local law firms to confirm everything, and they wouldn't even go near it. Told me to do whatever it said and don't look back," You continue.

"Well, no danger, there. I think we can both agree that this secret goes to our graves," Your Mother says. "Anything else of note?" She asks

"There is one other thing; it's probably nothing, but..." You say, trailing off while intentionally avoiding your Mother's gaze as you tap your finger to a clause.

"If this event results in pregnancy, we expressly forbid its termination under our pledge with every life among the stars policy," Your Mother reads, taking a moment to digest. "They can't enforce that, can they?" Your Mother asks hollowly.

"Well, what little the lawyer who would speak to me explained; by signing it, we're some form of employees of a megacorp and therefore subject to their rules and policies," You explain. "They pay us and sort out the paper trail their end; we jump through whatever hoops they layout," You say. "Why is there even a chance of that happening?" You add with a note of false concern, putting your Mother on the defence for the first time in this slightly heated conversation,

"Well, sweetie, with you gone gallivanting about in space and with Leslie about to be married," Your Mother begins sheepishly. "I may have been feeling nostalgic for when you were both little," Your Mother continues.

"Shit," You reply, "So when we did what we did, you weren't on anything?" You ask.

"Worse, I was taking supplements to make sure it did," You Mother replies, shaking her head.

"Damn," You reply, shaking your head. "I guess I always did want another sibling when I was growing up," You say with a smile.

"This isn't funny, sweetie," Your Mother complains.

"It kinda is, you know, in a fucked up sort of way," You reply, unable to hold back the laughter.

Fortunately, with the emotions running high, your Mother can't help but find herself laughing along with you, the fear, anger, confusion disgusts all melting away as laughter and tears flow freely. For the first time since you entered your Mothers hotel room to drop the hell of a surprise on her, you feel relaxed and calmers, your Mother looking more like she was when she first laid eyes on you.

"So what was your plan, use Sis' wedding to bag a lonely guy, having him perform the ol' pump and dump and hope you conceive?" You ask with a smile.

"Not quite," Your mother replies with a nervous laugh. "Least not with a man," She mutters almost too quietly for you to hear,

"Oh, I guess that makes sense; you always had a thing for women like me, packing a little extra," You reply with a giggle, watching as your mother blushes hard.

"Well, a lot more than a little extra in your case, if I remember rightly," You Mother replies before laughing and putting her head in her hands. "I can't believe I just said that," She says as you laugh heartily.

"I'll take the compliment, as weird as a source as it's from," You reply with a laugh shaking your head. "So my Mom has the Futa Fever," You reply with a giggle.

"Guilty," Your Mother says, wiping another tear of laughter from her eyes.

"You know, as big as the universe is, we're still relatively rare. So how were you hoping to find one?" You ask your Mother in a curious tone, flashing her a smile.

The first futas were apparently a natural genetic mutation that occurred many centuries ago, rumours of Xeno influence or a gene modding science programme acting outside the already threadbare ethical guidelines. In any case, the offspring of those first few all carried that genetic marker, a dominant gene making it possible, albeit very remote, for a child they bore to be a natural futa. The gene slowly but surely made its way across the stars over the centuries, with current estimates that some 10% of the new galactic region carried that marker.

You weren't certain of the odds, something like 20% if both partners are futas, 3% if one partner is and 0.05% if neither partner is a futa, but both carry the gene and then even slimmer if only one partner has the gene. Still, despite the low odds, with space as vast as it is, even small habitats and backwaters will have a few futas in the population. Although usually where one pops up, there's usually an influx in the number of them in a few decades afterwards. It's not something you've put much thought into, but as you muse on the idea, you wonder if there is something on a primal genetic level compelling you to breed. At least that might explain Amanda's eagerness to the whole thing, although you'd be lying if you said it wasn't something that excites you too now.

"I didn't get that far; I considered trying to hire an escort service, but there's no guarantee I'd be able to, or they'd want to breed me," Your Mother replies. "The dating Holo services are hit and miss, even with the right lingo and search terms, half the time you can't be sure if it's a real person or some scam artist," Your Mother replies with a sigh.

"Yeah, I don't think you'd have been too comfortable with either of those," You reply with a smile.

"Not really, but outside of just meeting a woman like your father, what choice did I have?" Your Mother replies with a heavy sigh.

"Well, there's always one unpleasant choice, now that it's already happened," You suggest.

"Claire, that's so wrong," You Mother laughs, pushing you slightly. "Isn't it bad enough we've already had sex?" She continues wiping a solemn tear away.

"Well, Mom, the way I see it is that we've already been tricked into crossing that line; neither of us can take it back," You say with a smile. "So why not at least make sure you get what you want from it," You suggest, in a calm, rational tone.

"Sweetie, are you serious?" You Mother asks, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Hear me out, Mom," You say, holding up a hand. "Like it or not, we've already done it, so doing it again isn't really that much worse," You offer. "Chances are you might already be pregnant from our first sample of that forbidden fruit," You continue, not giving your Mother a chance to interrupt. "Which is sort of what you wanted, a big bad futa to fuck a baby into you, right?" You ask, finally giving your Mom a chance to reply.

"Yes, I suppose," You Mother replies before you cut her off.

"And here we are with an iron-clad contract, forcing us to keep quiet about it, with a sizeable payoff to ensure that," You continue. "On top of that, should you be pregnant, they not only want you to keep it, but they're also willing to pay you to ensure you do," You explain. "So the way I see it is, this; You want a baby, this fucked up situation benefits you if I do impregnate you," You explain. "So why not just make sure that you are pregnant?" You venture, pausing to give your Mother a few moments to let it all sink in.

"I suppose you're right," Your Mother replies, her eye looking you up and down. "And it's not like we'd be doing anything more wrong than we have already," She adds.

You give your Mother a broad smile as you watch the proverbial cogs turn in her head and slowly but surely turn towards the idea you'd planted. In any case, you were certain by now you're Mother would keep the baby you'd given her. Whatever happens now, those potentially crucial points were safe. However, part of you is now curious to see if you could keep a foot in this, particularly taboo door.

"I can't believe I'm even considering this," You Mother purrs softly. "It's so bad," Your Mother adds as she slowly pads across to the hotel door and locks it.

"Is it just me, or is that wrongness of this all actually making this pretty exciting?" You ask, flashing your Mother a knowing smile.

"A little," Your Mother replies, pausing before you, her eyes looking you up and down. "Now shut up and put a baby in me before I change my mind," Your Mother purrs.

"Mmmmm, yes, Mommy," You reply with a soft coo.

With a smile, you pull your Mother onto the bed and on top of you, clothes quickly being pulled off and sent flying across the room. Soon you feel the warmth of your Mother's naked body pressing against your own, her hot slippery folds teasing your swollen tip until finally you slip yourself back into your Mother's hot wet sex and begin to fuck her hard and fast.

The next few hours become a blur; you take your Mother multiple times, ensuring she cums hard on your cock multiple times before you flood her pussy full of your cum. With each forbidden act, your actions with your Mother become more taboo, until finally, your railing her hard from behind, leaning over her and whispering baby names for your unborn siblings. Your Mother going from telling you this is the last time to making you promise this won't be the last time you fuck her. Her morals were eagerly discarded in favour of pleasure.

For as much as you were dreading this conversation with your Mom, now you couldn't believe how much fun it was. You just had to hope your Sister takes this all as well as your Mom did, although that will entirely depend on how well her fiance took the news.