Confederacy ships also had much higher normal space acceleration rates, with some ships capable of hitting one hundred G’s of acceleration. The Conf...deracy had long had the means to make their ships that fast, but prior to the Swarm invasion and the recruitment of the humans, they had never thought that those rates were safe, or really needed. Gravitic compensators made it possible. Occasional compensator failures made it lethally dangerous. Warfare made it needed.The Sa’arm’s highest. She was my mother and that was not right to fuck her. But on this fourth day after I had gotten home, I woke up as usual and did the usual ritual of getting up. Mom was up early as I heard her move around the apartment early in the morning. When I got out of the bathroom and was heading down the hall towards my room, mom was heading towards me. I had to take a second shot at her as my eyes opened wide to see what was before me. Mom was dressed to kill. She wore a see through blouse. She wore a. What does she know, my “fire” hasn’t been put out yet.Three hours have passed, but I refuse to put out my fire. My moment in the balcony has been spoiled. My wife, noticing my situation, started teasing me. Taking care that nobody has been watching, she gave me a look. It’s a seductive look. God, I want her, but I can’t move as I was tied up with my brother. She then slowly walked up to the kitchen to prepare snacks for the guests. I really wanted to spank her because she started to swing her. I felt like I was asleep, deep in a dream yet fully aware and watching as I saw serpent hands begin to roam and caress my body and the body of my Wet Job giver. My senses could not separate the difference between dreaming and actually participating, as many more hands appeared, caressing and soothing me from head to toe, making me want for more, more of anything, more of everything, as I felt my body crashing through zones it had barely known to exist. Was this life after death… God if it was I.