"Sorry I didn't bring my suit." I replied."Don't worry, girl. Rachel has tons of bikinis. She's letting people borrow them if they want to swim." No w...y. I'm not swimming." I argued."What? C'mon on Mel, it'll be fine. Everyone is jumping in. We'll have fun." Uh-uh, not for me. Sorry Jen but I'm not swimming. I'm just gonna sit awhile and relax."I never wore bikini bottoms. Every time I went swimming or to the beach, I always wore board shorts or something along that line. I didn't want anyone. They wiggled inside of me as his tongue darted around my clit. I groaned at the stirring sensation. Martin never wiggled his fingers while in me. It was nice. Naughty.My son was such a stud. My fingers clutched to the side of his head as the incestuous bliss built and built in me. My curly, brown hair swept over my mostly bare shoulders. My breasts heaved in my striped tank top. My nipples ached as my hunky son brought me closer and closer to that amazing orgasm.My first taste of forbidden. "This is for all of you brain-dead morons, but especially for Ruth and Manuel. Ruth just got a taste of what just one suit of battle armor can do. We have eight operational suits and also the will to use them. I'd also like to note that with the exception of your pod doors, not one pressure door on your side of the colony continues to work. Now unless you want me to send out a couple suits of battle armor to collapse the ceiling and let you all die in delicious acidic agony you will keep your. Mum and I got the odd few minutes together and had established that neither of us felt bad about what had happened. We agreed we wanted to continue and even discussed booking a hotel room. I then suggested a day off sick for both of us. The plan was put into action. I was to be sick and mum would leave for work but return home once Heather and dad had left.The day arrived and I lay in bed and listened as everyone left the house. Thirty minutes later I heard the front door open and close..