Journey to Janus
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 3
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A routine stop over to deliver freight consignments and smuggle some goods past the local port authority to make a few extra credits. Spend some time with friends. Get a high paying offer to smuggle munitions to some rebels. Nothing out of the ordinary for Duma Waterfall and her family. What could go wrong?
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister
We arrived at So’ Bermmun’s Junkyard a couple of hours before sunset.
The junkyard was typical of all junkyards in the galaxy. A high fence all around so as not to offend the neighbors. Piles of household appliances, broken robots, rusty scrap metal, wrecked scooters, personal atmosphere flyers and hover crafts supplied by local speed demons and unlucky drunks. There was a section dedicated to space crafts. Some antiques sold for scrap, a few relatively new and old military ships too shot up to fly again.
Oxy loved it here. If we had a layover of a week or more, this is where we would find Sis happily helping So’ rebuild scooters and hover crafts from junkers.
So’ was working on rebuilding a gravity scooter when we walked in. So’ spotted us, put down his tools, wiped his hands on a rag and came over to greet us.
“Ah, Oxy, you come to rob me again?”
Sis scooped up the 76 cm Liation, swung him around and kissed him as he squirmed, kicked and protested.
When she put him down, she said, “How can I rob you when you always overcharge my poor Mom?”
“Your Mom not poor. She make lots of money down in girly town.”
“Are you calling my mother a whore?”
“Maybe not whore, just easy fuck for credits.”
Oxy grabbed him by the collar and sat down on a well-used scooter seat. She threw him over her lap, pulled his pants down, and started pummeling his ass with her right hand as she held him in place with her left. His legs were kicking, and his arms were flailing as he screamed bloody murder. I grabbed his arms to hold him steady as Mom grabbed his legs. Sis kept spanking him even after he started to cry.
When his ass was bright pink and blubbering with tears dripping on the ground, Sis said he had had enough. Mom and I let go, and Oxy flipped him none too gently off her lap onto the ground.
He lay on the ground with his hand wrapped around his four-inch hard-on, laughing and praising my sister for her bartering skills. We watched him jerk off and cum all over himself and promise Oxy a 20 percent discount on everything she purchased.
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