You being the Captain having all those other things on your mind.”“Har-Hi, we are flying now for the better of six weeks through space with nothin...g happening at all. I am running out of ideas how to phrase nothing in the Logbook. Now I am not bored or anything like that but certainly we are not busy. Shea, what is going on?”She also got up. “Maybe it is better you do come and see for yourself. Dusty has learned a lot in two month.”“Dusty?”“It wanted a name. Everything has a name. The concept of. I gently took it in my hand and slowly stroked it. He woke up and noticed that I was holding on to his cock. He smiled at me and asked me, “Do you like to play with it?” I nodded my heady shyly. I held it and stroked it and felt it stirring up at my stimulation.“I want you to suck it” he said out of blues. It was not a request but an order. I was sort of taken aback. It was so big and I have never sucked a cock before. How on earth am I going to take it in my mouth? He realised my predicament.. I'm on my knees in front of you. I'm completely naked, vulnerable, submissive. Between my legs my rigid cock points upward in anticipation of what you'll do to me. You walk up to me, wearing only your pants. You stop with your erection bulging through your tight jeans just inches from my face. I look up at you and ask you if I can touch it. You look down and say "yes". I put my hand over your hard, manly erection and rub it through your jeans. My other hand goes to the bottom of your massive. "Come on son fuck the shit out of my ass... Fuck it hard I what you to spilt me" I rammed in hard time after time almost pushing mom over, each deep push meet with cry's of pain. Mother sex talk was now working overtime. "Fuck me you fuck bastard," Harder you little cunt... come on split your mothers shit cute... harder you shit fucker." The adrenalin was pumping my body, with every cry of 'fuck me... bastard... mother-fucker' I rammed in harder and harder my bollocks slapping against the wet.