"I am the captain, crew, tactical computer and sole inhabitant." Yume said."You're a robot?" Not exactly." Yume said. "Long ago my people learned to i...tegrate tiny machines into our bodies, especially our neural nets. Since then, we have lived symbiotically with machines. To answer your question, I'm not a robot, but a techno-organic being. To answer the question you HAVEN'T asked, I roamed the cosmos for four hundred and twenty-one years before crashing here, and though I had to enter. The trip had taken almost twice the time we normally required to get from First Stop to Wayside because of the extended rest breaks we had needed, to recuperate. In retrospect, I think our egos had pushed us into continuing on with all eight of the containers. What we should have done was leave several behind and then gone back for them later. Hopefully this will not be a problem in the future, for we now know our limits. All we need to do is remember we do have a limit and what that limit. I had tried to fuck myself with a few objects from a banana to a hot dog, but they both were unsuccessful. As I sat there I glanced over at the toilet plunger and thought the circumference was about the same as his dick… hmmmmm. Here I am, an 11 year old (soon to be 12) looking at a toilet plunger and thinking I would fuck myself with it while thinking about my 15 year old crush. Thinking back to it now it seems ridiculous, but then I almost came just thinking of it. The bathroom was big, and. .. in... me... now." My cock felt the cool air and missed the hot, moist sucking my mother had been giving. It would not be cold for long. I reached down and pulled her close to me, my cock trapped between us the feel of silk and nylon driving me wild. I loved the feel of her against me, wanting me, panting her need, grinding her pelvis against my throbbing cock. She grabbed my head and pulled my lips down to hers. The passion of our kiss was electric. The sin of mother-son incest increased the.