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Anna's Diary August 27, 2197
If I take a moment to slow down and think, the sorrow floods through me. I wasn't able to save my constant, dependable Ernest. I pray that death found him quickly. Or that... if he continued to float in the void, he wasn't aware of it. It's such deep melancholy to think of him helplessly spinning in nothingness until his air runs out. I shudder even as I write this and tears well in my eyes. Fortunately for my mental state, George has barely allowed me a moment for contemplative reflection since we arrived on the lifeboat. We have humped in every position we know. He is so energetic, with a virility and vitality one would only find in a love-struck teen. He says he never wants to take his penis out of me.
I have a confession, Diary: I never want him to leave my vagina. Even as we both take a break from our carnal delights to write in our journals, his soft thing stays inside me, plugging all his semen in my womb.
We lost so much on this ill-fated vacation. But we have made monumental gains, too. I'm morally certain his seed has taken root in me. I will bear my magnificent son's child. The thought should fill me with dread, but instead I find myself ecstatic at the thought of the life we bring home with us.
Uh oh... Diary, I don't have much more time. His penis is swelling inside me again. He'll be ready soon. Oooohhhh... my. Each moment that I write this, his appendage grows and penetrates me further!
Once... he finally takes a nap... I have a surprise for him. So far, we've gone over the ground we covered back at the hotel. He has eaten my flesh, both my vagina, and marking my body. He has taken me from behind like a dog and with me on my belly. I have ridden him like a stallion. I have lain on my back with my legs and arms open in invitation. But I have a special gift for him. I simply need to retrieve it... okay... okay... I can no longer write. He's surging inside me. I can't...
Lillian's Diary August 27, 2197
Goodness! They go on and on. George and Mom have been locked in the bunk for hours, and the thumping has hardly ceased. And the grunts, cries, and repeated words carry into the main cabin. They must think they have better soundproofing than they do.
I can't believe my mother opened the furrow of her fields to my brother's plow and seed. It boggles my mind that she would do such a thing. But I can see how it might happen.
We are all acting a bit giddy and horny since the escape. Mrs. Valentine says that happens when people escape certain death. She's older and more experienced, so I'm certain she's right. I'm lying in her arms right now as we both write on our screens. I didn't know until now that she liked to journal. Another note in her favor, I suppose. I'm eager for her to meet Francis. I want to show her off. He will be so impressed that a have such an elegant widow as a friend. I wonder if Francis will pick up on the unusual relationship I have with Mrs. Valentine? I certainly hope he
doesn't
notice.
I've been talking with Mrs. Valentine about other things. She thinks I'll need to really go big with my brother's reward now that my mother has opened her womb to him. While I can't do that, she has convinced me that I should let George have his way with me. It wasn't a hard sell, really. Listening to my mother's ecstasy, I know George will give me more of the same. Obviously, I can't do anything while we're on the lifeboat. I might know about my mother and George, but she can never know about me. I'll plan something special.
George's Diary August 27, 2197
Dear Diary, holy fuckballs!
Looking back at my previous entries makes me dizzy. I barely recognize the man I was a fortnight ago. My grand hope for the trip was to change my mother's mind about college and bring her happiness. I've done both, and in an unforeseen turn of events, my cock has played a pivotal role. Back then, I needed so desperately to be close to my mother, to draw strength from her. Now, I think I've imparted some of my newly discovered fortitude to her. And... we couldn't be closer. I have my dick in her pussy right now as we both write our entries. Gods, thinking about it is making me hard again.
I'm laughing right now because her expression is priceless. She's trying to concentrate on her journal, but her eyelids are fluttering as I'm growing inside her. It's so easy to lose myself in her. I'm not going to even mention the horrors we endured. I'll process all that later. For now, I'm going to have sex with Mom again.
Kapnos's Diary August 25, 2197
I/we have much to consider. As I/we lie here pressing my/our borrowed curves against Lillian's wonderfully slender form, I/we must map out the next steps. The danger for my/our friends is most likely behind them. But they will be under scrutiny when they return to Earth. Governments will piece together that the Newest Guest took the station. So, there will be keen interest in the return of the Zaals and Mrs. Haversham. Such a close examination should be no problem for them, so long as they create a story that doesn't involve the Newest Guest and all of its horrors. If they feign ignorance, they should face no more than overly rigorous physical examinations. But that would be disaster for me/us.
Perhaps I/we will ask to be dropped off on Luna. The survivors can find a way to let me/us disembark before anyone knows I/we exist. I/we still have smuggling connections there. Then, I/we can disappear. So many avenues to map out.
Oh, my. George and Anna just started banging like crazed bonobos again. The thumping is practically vibrating the chairs Lillian and I/we recline on. Anna is such a devoted mother. And George is a committed and loving son. I/we dampen between the legs just thinking about it. I/we will see about sating some of my/our desires with Lillian now. When next I/we write, I/we may be enjoying low-gravity sex on Luna with someone new.
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Finally, George slept peacefully. He had spent all his energy saving them and then... humping his mother. Toward the end of their marathon session, Anna couldn't keep up with him. She stopped trying to meet his thrusts and simply accepted and absorbed the punishment he imparted to her vagina. When he was done with his last, shuddering climax on top of her, he had rolled off. She watched him slowly fall asleep, gently caressing his sweaty hair.
Despite deep exhaustion, Anna couldn't sleep. When she closed her eyes she saw not her eighteen-year-old son and savior, instead she saw her poor, corrupted husband, and the feeling of spinning in the void returned. So, she got up and waddled to the tiny bathroom, trying not to leak sperm all over the floor. She sat in the bathroom for a long time, letting it drain from her. After that, she showered and dressed again in her bodice, panties, gloves, and socks. She didn't bother pinning her hair. It was still wet, so she let it fall over her shoulders. When she was ready, she practiced walking without a waddle. It wasn't easy after the pounding George had given her. Then she went to the door of the bunk, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Out in the main cabin, she found Kapnos sitting idly in the pilot's chair. She was naked, and her grin resembled nothing less than the cat that had just eaten the canary. Anna walked farther into the cabin and saw Constance lying on a row of seats, reading a book. Lillian was curled on two seats in the next row, sleeping with a blanket up to her chin. "Mrs. Haversham." Anna nodded to Constance. "Nossy." She nodded to the alien. She turned and went to the cabinet where the food was stored. She opened the door and rummaged through the food packets there.
"Hungry?" Constance watched her. It seemed she had a fresh bite mark on her ass to accompany the bruised one that had already been there.
