A compromise

With tears falling down her face, Linda answered the only way she could, “No… No I don’t.”

Adam didn’t wait half a heartbeat; in an instant, his lips were pressed against hers with all the passion he could muster.

And she didn’t fight him. She did however continue fighting herself.

If she stayed here, on this ship with Adam, they’d eventually have to go home and face William. She’d have to break her vows to him and kiss her marriage… and her life goodbye. She’d lose her job, her friends would abandon her, and her daughter… her daughter would probably end up hating both her and Adam. Linda couldn’t stand the thought of her two children never speaking to each other again.

But at the same time she also knew if she chose her husband she’d never be able to be in the same room as her son again and not be able to be with him. It would be pure **** to sit through family gatherings and reunions and not be able to be with him. To stand by and watch him meet someone else to fall in love with and start a family. The thought made Linda physically sick to her stomach. She couldn’t do it.

If there was only some way she could have her cake and eat it to. What she needed was some place private where she and her son could spend as much time as they wanted together without fear of getting caught, while still remaining married and appearing faithful in public. But where could she find such a place.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, she was on a fucking space ship that spent months travelling from one place to another and back again. Cindi was graduating high school this year and she did want to become a ship captain to help out the family. Linda could transfer to the ‘Falcon 4’ leaving the ‘Princess’ to her daughter; allowing her to spend prolonged periods of time with her son while still playing the devoted wife to her husband. No one would think twice about the arrangement.

With renewed hope, Linda wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck and **** her voluptuous body against his.

Adam welcomed her, holding on to her like a drowning man to a life-raft. His cock grew hard with the pressure of her curvy form, and Linda smiled around her son’s tongue knowing she was the cause. Reaching down with one hand she began stroking the shaft, bringing it to full attention.

Finally breaking away, Linda flashed her son a mischievous look and inquired, “So what were you saying about the dress code on this ship?”

Adam returned her smile and said, “While you’re on this ship, the dress code is heels and boots only, nothing else.”

Her smile widened as she asked, “And what’s the penalty for violating that dress code?”