"Mom!" he shouted as soon as he entered.

"Yes dear?" she replied as she came through from the kitchen. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed on seeing him, "What on earth happened!"

"I need a fuck mom." He broke down in tears as she took him into her arms, howling his hurt out on her shoulder.

She quickly moved them both to the bedroom; her guiding, him stumbling. Laying him on the bed she stripped herself and began taking his uniform off. He just lay there sobbing, unresisting, while she removed his clothes. When he was naked she used one hand to rub her pussy while she bent over him, licking and sucking his cock. She wanted to have enough lubrication so she didn't hurt him when they coupled. Once he was stiff she squatted over him and fitted his dick between her pussy lips. She sank down on him, taking his full length into her. "There you are dear. Fuck me now, fuck mommy." She moved slowly up and down, letting his hardness rub against her clit as she bottomed out on each stroke. She clenched her pussy muscles to make her cunt as tight as possible for him.

When his tears began to ebb she asked him, "Do you want to tell mommy about it?"

"The stupid fucking bastard! So bloody stupid!"

She continued rising and falling on his dick as she moved one of his hands to her breast. He squeezed it too hard. She ignored the pain, he so obviously needed this and he was her son. It was her job to care for him and someone had hurt him. Hurt him badly. A mother's job was to make her son better. "Let mommy fuck you better. Tell mommy all about it."

"The stupid idiot bastard! He made me do it. He didn't leave me any other fucking choice."

She could feel her excitement rising, but that was unimportant. Her son was hurting and needed healing. "It's all over now, let mommy kiss it better." She bent down to kiss him. As their lips touched he rolled them both over and began slamming into her hard from above. She locked her legs behind his hips, pulling him further into her. "Fuck mommy dear, fuck mommy hard. Mommy likes it hard." She bucked her hips up against him in time with his thrusts. She watched his face as he pounded into her pussy. His cheeks were still wet with his tears and there was a haunted, lost, look in his eyes. Her boy must have been hurt so badly. "Fuck mommy, let mommy make it better."

"I had to do it mom, I had to do it. I didn't have any choice."

"Of course you didn't dear. Now do it to mommy and it will all get better." She smoothed her hands over his back as he fucked her. His hand squeezed her breast painfully hard as he approached his climax. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered so long as her boy got better. "Cum for me dear. Cum for mommy. Give all your problems to mommy." She could feel him speeding up, approaching his crisis. She wouldn't reach her own orgasm in time but that didn't matter at all. His climax was important, not hers. "Let mommy kiss it all better."

"Ahhhh Mom!" he shouted as he shuddered his cum into her waiting pussy. She felt each one of the six strong pulses as he emptied himself. He collapsed onto her, resting his head by hers. She stroked his hair tenderly, waiting for him to recover. "I killed him mom. I didn't have any choice. I killed him."

Nancy looked nervously at the Confederacy CAP testing station. She knew that it was full of those alien-loving traitors to Earth yet she had to go in there. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought. It had all seemed so simple when the Colonel had first explained it to her.

"Nancy," the Colonel had told her, "we need someone to scout the target before we make our assault. We need someone young enough to look plausible as a testee, and we can't use any of our assault team because once you've been tested you can't go back for a year." He paused, smiling at her in that avuncular fashion of his, "Nancy, I know you're a brave girl and it's your duty to the human race to help us stop those alien-loving bastards selling out Earth. Will you do it Nancy? For Earth?"

So here she was, outside the testing station. She had been named after Nancy Hart; if Nancy could kill the British all by herself then she could do this. Straightening her back she walked past the Earth First protesters, braving their jeers. A few years ago she would have been with them. A few years ago she was with them. Since then she had found a more effective way to fight for Earth. Shouting and demonstrating wasn't enough; the Confederacy just ignored the protests. Joining with Vic, the Colonel and the others had been the best thing she had done. She had her duty to do, and she would do it.

Inside she looked around but there was not a lot to see, just a bare room with a small alcove next to a closed door opposite the entrance. As she moved towards the door a voice came from a hidden speaker, "Welcome to the Jonestown CAP testing station. Please clearly state your name and age."

"Nancy Fuller. I'm sixteen." She had decided to dye her shoulder length hair blonde for this mission. Afterwards she would color it back to her natural dark brown. Rather than her normal T-shirt and jeans she had gone for a short skirt and a crop-top that exposed her midriff. If she was going to test it was better to dress like a Confederacy-loving slut rather than in her normal more modest clothes.

"Thank you Ms. Fuller. Please place any guns, knives, chemical sprays or other weapons in the alcove to the right of the door in front of you. They will be returned to you when you leave."

The Colonel had thought of everything. He had anticipated there being a security check near the entrance. She took her Glock 9mm out of her shoulder bag and placed it in the alcove. There was no way that would get through security so she let them have it, as planned.

The door slid open, revealing a small chamber. There was another closed door just three feet ahead. This was probably the security scanner. She stepped in and waited.

The voice told her, "Please stand still for the security scan. There will be a bright light so we advise you to close your eyes."

Nancy closed her eyes and waited. She could see the light through her eyelids, though it didn't last long.

"I am sorry Ms. Fuller, we have detected a chemical spray in your bag. Do you wish to continue?" The door behind her opened.

Nancy did her best to act the flustered, nervous teenager. Not difficult, she was nervous. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I've been carrying that old can of Mace for ages. I completely forgot I had it. Sorry."

"If you wish to continue please place the chemical spray in the alcove with your pistol and return to the security scanner."

The second time through the scanner she was clean. The further door opened and she stepped through.

"Ensign Glenn Holbeck reporting sir!" Glenn saluted the Lieutenant.

"At ease Ensign, sit down and welcome to Marine Counter-Intelligence. How much do you know about what we do here?"

"Well sir, you monitor anti-Confederacy terrorist groups on Earth and try to prevent them attacking Confederacy targets."

"Good answer Ensign. There's more to it than that, but that is the gist of it. A lot of our work is boring, but there will be enough moments of terror to let you know you're a Marine." The Lieutenant paused, smiling, "Soon I'll introduce you to your mentor, Ensign Cooper. You'll work closely with her at first, shadowing her until you get up to speed."

Ensign Sarah Cooper turned out to be a cheerful black woman from New York. She only appeared a few years older than Glenn's eighteen, but that meant nothing with Confederacy technology. Like him she had not been enhanced to the Marine standard two metres; intelligence people sometimes needed to work undercover on Earth. Both of them had enhanced reaction times and increased muscular strength, the things that wouldn't show to a casual observer. She started by explaining the job. As the Lieutenant had said there was a great deal of boring spadework to do. The AIs could help a lot, but they couldn't do everything. Sometimes they had difficulty distinguishing between "Take out the garbage," and "Take out the target." It was even worse for them when the words were "Take out the garbage," but the meaning was "Take out the target."

A lot of the drudge work was tracking the membership of the legal anti-Confederacy groups, identifying those people who moved from waving placards to throwing bricks to throwing petrol bombs. They were often the ones who went on to join the hard core terrorist groups that they monitored very closely indeed.

Sarah's current focus was a terrorist group called Action-56. They had grown out of a Neo-Nazi predecessor; they already hated much of humanity, so it wasn't a big step to hating aliens as well. The had access to military training from ex-soldiers and were planning something.

"Why the name Action-56?" Glenn asked.

"What's the fifth letter of the alphabet?" Sarah asked in reply.

Glenn mentally counted letters, "E. And F is the sixth. So 56 is 'EF'. Ah, I see."

"Right, just as original as a lot of their ideas," Sarah explained. "Luckily for us their boss is paranoid. He doesn't trust US Government ciphers -- he thinks they have put a backdoor in them. He got one of his people who fancies himself as an amateur cryptographer, to design their own special cipher," She smiled, "They think it's unbreakable. We can decipher it faster than they can, and they have the key."

In his apartment that evening Glenn looked at his two concubines, his mother Olivia and Denise. He had been picked up in a burger place near school. He and his mom were having a meal there; they had decided on a burger before driving back rather than eating at home. His parents had divorced years before so there was really no question that he was going to take Olivia with him once the exclusion field appeared. Unfortunately one of the cheerleaders was there as well. Her ex-boyfriends all knew her too well to want to take her so she turned her tits on Glenn. He was so mesmerised by the prospect of actually fucking Heather that he didn't stop to wonder why none of the guys that she usually went out with were taking her with them.

Heather had been a disaster as a concubine; high maintenance and a whiner with no useful skills beyond fucking. She never did get the point that she was number two behind Olivia. She couldn't comprehend any situation in which she wasn't the queen bee. Glenn did manage to get her pregnant before they disembarked, but within 24 hours he was in contact with the colony's Civil Service looking for a replacement. If there had been any spares on board the colony ship he would have replaced her earlier. He didn't have the heart to recycle her, especially not once she was pregnant with his child.

A few days later the Civil Service turned up Denise. Her previous owner had wanted an oriental so he had changed her appearance to make her look the part. She hated it, and he still wasn't happy with her because she couldn't act as he expected an oriental woman to act; inside herself she was still African-American. As soon as a real Korean came available he had dumped Denise with the Civil Service. Glenn was happy to revert her to her original appearance, with some agreed improvements, and she was happy to join him as his number two concubine behind Olivia. Denise was already pregnant by her first owner so she made an almost exact swap for the unlamented Heather.

Since the change, things had been running smoothly for the most part. The biggest fly in the ointment was that Olivia still found it difficult coming to terms with fucking her son. She might look twenty-five but she'd had forty-odd years of being told that incest was bad. She didn't refuse him, but she wanted to play games so in her head it wasn't really Glenn fucking Olivia but two different people, characters in a story. It gave her enough mental distance from the reality of what she was doing to let her cope with it. Glenn didn't much like it, but he put up with it for her sake. He did get to fuck her after all and he really didn't want to put his mother into the hands of the Civil Service. She already knew how to run his household exactly the way he wanted it. There was always Denise for a simple fuck if he wanted one.

"I think I'd like a threesome before dinner: me, Denise and the bump," Glenn said.

"Hey, it's not really a bump yet, I'm only five months gone. Wait 'till nine months, then it'll really be a bump," Denise giggled as she followed him into the main bedroom.

Over a slightly delayed dinner he told Olivia that she would be with him that night. He had wanted to stagger his concubines' pregnancies so he had not got her pregnant immediately. He knew within the first few days on board ship that he would soon be dumping Heather so he had got her pregnant first as that would be his only chance to have a child by her. He would have plenty of time to have more children with Olivia.

Later that evening Glenn waited a few minutes to allow Olivia some time to prepare herself. He wondered what game she would want to play tonight. By now he knew them all well enough to improvise within the scenario she picked. He shut down the vid and went to join her in the main bedroom.

She was standing by the bed in a sheer nightdress. "You disgusting toad, bursting into mommy's bedroom like that. Probably wanted to catch me undressed so you could leer at mommy's tits, didn't you."

Glenn moved to the closet and stripped off his uniform. "Well mom, you do have a really nice pair of hooters. A good couple of handfuls." They were nice. When he had reverted her appearance back to age twenty-five he'd had her breasts lifted so they were a lot perkier now than they were before extraction.

"Such a pervert, even your own mother isn't safe from your gross lust. Completely shameless, exposing yourself to her like that. Did you think that showing mommy your dick would have her doing whatever you wanted?"

Naked, he crossed the room to her and began fondling her breasts through her thin nightdress.

"Look at you, mauling your mother's tits you little shit. Can't control your depraved urges? I bet you've got a hard-on for your own mother." She reached down to feel his erection. "I thought so! You damned pervert, getting stiff at the thought of your own mommy. Groping her boobs. You probably want to stick this disgusting thing into mommy's mouth and make her suck it. You want to ram your nasty bloated swollen prick down mommy's throat you filthy boy, don't you?"

He knew how this game was played. He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders. He pulled her close so he could feel her erect nipples pressing into his chest through the nightdress. "That's right mom. I'm going to shove my cock in your mouth and make you suck it." He pressed on her shoulders and she went down, scraping her nipples on his chest on the way. As she reached her knees he grabbed his erect dick and fed it slowly into her mouth, stifling her feigned protests. Her lips closed and she began moving her head back and forth. He rested his hands on her head to give the illusion of forcing her but in reality she was driving this. "Suck me mom! Suck my dick to get it hard. I'm gonna shove it all the way down your throat."

Glenn could feel his orgasm beginning to build, but he wanted to get Olivia pregnant and he couldn't do that by blasting his seed down her throat. He pulled out from her mouth and made her stand up. As she stood he grasped the neck of her flimsy nightdress in both hands and ripped it down the front, pushing it back off her shoulders, leaving her naked in front of him. He could see her hard nipples standing proud from her breasts.

She reached forward to grasp his dick, "You dirty little boy. Ripping off your own mommy's clothes so you can ogle her naked body. Are you getting a thrill from abusing your mommy? Drooling over her naked tits and pussy? Is your dick hard from spying on your poor mommy?" She was rubbing his stiff cock, keeping him erect.

He moved her to the bed. "Lie down and spread your legs mom."

"Oh no!" she protested. "You can't want to do that to your poor defenceless mommy. You shouldn't even think of defiling your own mommy that way you wicked horny boy." As she was protesting her hands moved to her breasts to pull on her nipples and thighs moved apart to let him see her pussy.

Glenn had got the nanites to trim back most of her muff, but leave some above her slit. He could see her pink, wet flesh as her outer lips opened. She was as aroused by this as he was. He knee walked up between her widespread legs. Reaching down he nosed his bell end into her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now mom," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you and make a baby in you." As he spoke he slid the rest of his prick into her smooth, slippery channel. She was as ready for this as he was.

"Oohhh, you're sticking you stiff dick into your mommy's pussy you bad boy. The things a mommy has to do to keep her naughty boy happy."

Glenn was tiring of her game, "Just shut up and fuck mom." That was his signal to her that the game was over for the moment. They both concentrated on their fucking, quickly reaching their climaxes. He managed to delay his until she had reached hers. He hoped that by ensuring she always orgasmed that she would become more reconciled to fucking her son.

"Congratulations Nancy," the Colonel told her, smiling. He saluted her. "I'm saluting a very brave patriot, a real fighter for Earth and the human race."

Nancy blushed at his praise. The Colonel did not give such approbation often. "Thank you sir. I was just doing my duty."

"Just like a good soldier should, you completed your mission successfully. Now, tell us what you saw in there."

Nancy sketched the inside of the testing station beyond the security scanner. A receptionist at a desk, a single Confederacy Marine on guard, some chairs to one side and doors leading off to the test rooms. She wasn't sure it was the receptionist's voice she had heard directing her in the outer lobby. It might have been one of those ghastly AIs the Confederacy used to keep humans docile. Everyone was disappointed that the security scan had found the can of Mace; they had been hopeful it would get through. Vic, the group's technical wizard, confirmed that the remote video link had failed as soon as she was through the security scanner. They had a full recording of the outer lobby, but nothing from further inside. The Confederacy was obviously blocking radio transmissions. The call to her cellphone hadn't got through either. They had retrieved the stored pictures from her earring-cameras but the quality was not as good as the remote feed would have been.

"Your left earring was pointing a bit high," Vic said. "Can you remember anything unusual low down on the floor to your left?"

"No," Nancy replied, "that side of the room was pretty bare, just the chairs and a few recruitment posters. Nothing special at floor level. I still feel bad about using that awful alien technology."

"If they want to sell us the ammunition then we are quite happy to shoot them with it," the Colonel said. "Don't worry about it Nancy. A resourceful soldier uses whatever she has to in order to complete her mission. Are there any other questions for Nancy?"

"What did you score?" someone asked, half joking.

"6.8," she replied, "but that's an obvious phoney. They just want to get me up there so they can brainwash me and turn me into one of their sex slaves."

"Thank you Nancy," the Colonel said, dismissing her. "If we think of any more questions we'll call you back."

She left them to complete their mission planning. She hoped her information would help. The fight against the alien-loving traitors was the most important thing. As she left the building she thought that if Vic didn't want to examine her CAP card she would probably burn the hateful alien-contaminated thing.

The Colonel discussed the results from Nancy's mission with Vic and the Doctor. The Confederacy scanner had found the can of Mace so any bomb carried in a bag would probably be detected. How to smuggle a bomb through the scanner? The block on radio signals meant that they couldn't use a remote trigger, or a cellphone, for the bomb. It would have to be on a timer or actually triggered from inside the testing centre. Vic was sure he could build whatever sort of trigger they wanted; they just had to tell him what they needed to suit their plan.

When Vic left the Doctor hung back to talk to the Colonel. "Why don't we use George to trigger the bomb?"

"George?" the Colonel replied astounded. "George is a complete idiot and would probably give the game away after five minutes in there."

"What if we don't give him five minutes? Set the bomb to explode as soon as he presses the button. Like he was a suicide bomber."

"I don't think even George would be stupid enough to go for that," the Colonel said.

"We don't have to tell George that, do we? Tell him it's on a timer."

"Well, he's your nephew. Do you really want to do that to him?"

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "He's a mongoloid, subnormal. My commie sister was stupid enough to marry a yid. He doesn't deserve to live in a world free of aliens and other traitorous scum. We need to cleanse the race of his defective genes. At least this way he will be of some use before he dies."

"OK, he's your nephew and it saves risking someone more capable. But that still leaves the problem of how we get the bomb through their security scanner and into the actual testing centre." The Colonel didn't miss the obvious issue they still had to solve.

"Well, I have an idea," the Doctor said. "Let me explain..."

Glenn stared at the deciphered message yet again: "Agent Leni to scout target Coventry on D minus four."

Action-56 used code names for each other. Their leader was 'Adolf'. Their technical guy was 'Werner', probably after Werner von Braun. Those two had already been identified as the Colonel and Vic, but 'Leni' hadn't. The name was female so if things went to their pattern she would be female; the Colonel's wife was 'Eva'. Their lack of originality helped penetrate their codes.

He had no idea yet exactly what 'Coventry' referred to. It was the target for their planned attack but he didn't yet know where it would be. No date yet either. Once they could identify 'Leni' they could follow her movements. That way they hopefully could get about four days warning of the attack.

They didn't have the code names for four of the women in the group. All four were being tracked by drones. Any visit by any of them to possible targets would be flagged. It wouldn't be certain but it would have to do for now.

About an hour later the AI flagged up one of the four women, called Elaine, buying ammunition in a gun shop she didn't normally use. Was this the target or not? After he had been thinking about it for a time, Sarah came in to discuss it with him. "What do you suggest we do Glenn?"

"The gun shop is not a Confederacy target so it's not really our business," he explained. "We might want to warn the local police, but I don't feel confident that this is the target. Why would they want to attack a gun shop they used themselves? It's not even Confederacy related. Others in the group have used that shop before, it's just that Elaine hasn't so far. I don't think this is it."

"Good," Sarah replied, "but you missed a point. Elaine is over forty and we know something about the scout they are going to use for target Coventry." Glenn was puzzled. He had been through the files on 'Leni' and had seen nothing about her age. "Look in the files on 'Coventry', Glenn," Sarah told him. Looking where she had suggested it quickly became clear that target Coventry was to be scouted by a young person; apparently it was more frequented by young people than older people. He attached a note to the 'Leni' file that she was probably young, cross referencing the two other pieces of data. Intelligence work was not always easy. At least he had likely been right about the gun shop, even if he hadn't taken into account all the available data.

While he was getting a coffee his AI alerted him, <One of the tracked Action-56 women has been traced to a new location.> He got back to his desk as quickly as possible consistent with not spilling his drink. Nancy Fuller was being CAP tested at the Jonestown testing station and the security scan had shown that she was wearing some interesting hardware. This looked a lot more promising than the gun shop. Soon enough Sarah was there. "What do we do with this Glenn?" He outlined his rough ideas for defending the testing station. Sarah's own ideas were not dissimilar and soon they were able to agree a combined plan. If Action-56 tried to attack anywhere close to their planned date they would find things very difficult indeed. An actual attack near the right date would confirm the identity of 'Leni'. Hopefully another piece in the jigsaw. Nevertheless they kept the drones monitoring the four women, just in case this was a bluff. The group could be scouting more than one target.

"So George, do you remember what you have to do?"

"Yes Uncle. When I get to the desk in the second room I press the button in my pocket. Then I leave the box in the test room where they can't see it."

"Very good George, that's right. You press the button when you are by the reception desk and then leave the box in the testing room." The Doctor pointed to a box wrapped in shiny paper on the table. "That's the box George. We have wrapped it in special paper so the aliens can't see it so it will be easy for you to hide it."

"But I can see it Uncle. Why's that?"

"You aren't an alien, are you George?"

"Of course not! Oh I get it, we can see it but the dirty aliens can't. That's really clever Uncle."

"Now George, you need to take some special pills to help you get through the alien's security scanner."

"I don't like taking pills," he complained. "Can I have some cookies instead please Uncle?" George much preferred cookies to pills.

"You can have some cookies after you take the pills George." The Doctor produced four condom-wrapped packages.

"Those are really big pills!" George said.

"Yes, and you have to swallow them whole." The Doctor smeared the first package with jam and watched as George swallowed it, and then the three others. "Well done George. Do you want your cookies now?"

"I feel really full now Uncle. Can I have them later please?"

As Glenn joined Olivia in the bedroom she said, "Is mommy's little boy feeling lonely tonight?"

Glenn sighed inwardly. His mother would insist on playing these games. Still, if it helped her cope with the situation he could go along with her; he felt he owed her that. At least this one was better than the 'depraved son' game. Turning from the closet where he had hung his uniform he replied, "Yes mom, I'm feeling lonely and I wanna cuddle. Can I?"

"Of course dear, you can cuddle and snuggle with mommy all night." She reached out and drew back the sheet next to her so he could get in.

For this game she was naked in bed. He spooned up behind her with his erection between her butt cheeks and his hand on her breast.

She looked at him over her shoulder, "My little boy has a stiffy, doesn't he."

"Yes mom. You're so pretty you always make my dicky stand up. I like rubbing it on you. It feels so nice." He suited his actions to his words, rubbing his stiff prick up and down her ass crack. Simultaneously he was gently massaging her breast, feeling her nipple erect itself under his hand. "Your boobie feels so soft mom."

"Do you like touching mommy's boobie dear?"

"Oh yes mom, it feels really nice." He drew back from her a little and rolled her onto her back so he could get to both her breasts. "Can I suck on them like when I was a baby?"

"You're still my baby. My big baby. Of course you can suckle on them," she replied.

Glenn moved in close, letting his cock rub on her thigh as he stretched across her to get to her far breast.

As he suckled she stroked his hair and said, "Come and lie on top of me dear. That way you can get to both my boobies." She spread her legs ready for him.

Glenn moved on top of her, his stomach pressing against her crotch hair while his mouth alternated between her nipples. "Am I squashing you mom?"

Olivia smiled at him, "No dear, I like having you lying on top of me. Now come up here and give mommy a big kiss."

As he moved up her body, his stiff prick laid itself above her wet pussy lips. "Your kitty feels all squishy under my stiffy mom."

"Yes dear," she replied, "You get a stiffy while I get a squishy. I like it when you rub your stiffy on my squishy. Can you do that for mommy?"

He began rubbing his dick along her lower lips, feeling her lubrication spreading as her arousal increased. His lips found hers and they started kissing, tongues duelling in each other's mouths. His hand moved to a breast to tease her hard nipple, pulling and twisting it gently. Glenn was feeling aroused rubbing his cock through Olivia's pussy lips but it wasn't going to be enough to get him off, nor would it help get her pregnant. He needed to move this scenario onto the next stage. "My stiffy feels really good mom. I think it's going to explode and squirt."

"Oh no dear. We don't want to make a mess with you squirting everywhere."

"But it feels so nice when it squirts mom. Please can I squirt mom, please?"

"But what about the mess baby? Can't you just rub on my squishy without making a mess?" Olivia smiled as her son kept up his friction against her pussy; she knew where this was going as well as he did.

"What if I squirted somewhere it wouldn't make a mess mom?"

"Well baby," she replied, "there is a special place we could use. But I can only let you use it if you're a very good boy."

"Oh please mom. Pretty please. I'll be good. I'll be really good. Please let me use the special place." Glenn's eagerness was not entirely feigned.

Olivia reached down to grasp his erection, "Your stiffy feels so nice baby. I'll put it in the special place. But you have to be good for mommy." Glenn eagerly agreed as she placed his cock at the entrance to her slot. "Now dear, push forward slowly."

He eased his stiff prick into her slick channel, pressing steadily forward until he was fully seated. "That feels really good mom. Can I rub it in you now?" He knew that they still had to play her game.

"Yes baby, you can rub your stiffy inside mommy and make us both feel good." She wrapped her legs round his hips and urged him on with her heels on his ass. "You can squirt inside mommy's special place."

As Glenn continued thrusting they both soon moved beyond words, each concentrating on their respective orgasms. Glenn came slightly before Olivia, spraying the inside of her pussy with his sperm. As he deflated after his orgasm he kept up his movements, grinding onto her clit to make sure that she climaxed as well.

As she lay relaxing he rolled off to one side. "Thanks mom, I really enjoyed squirting inside you, and my stiffy has all gone away." He gave her a child-like peck on the lips.

"Mommy enjoyed it too, dear. Now go to sleep like a good little boy."

"Welcome to the Jonestown CAP testing station," George heard the voice say. "Please clearly state your name and age."

"Hello. I'm called George Webber and I'm seventeen years old."

"Thank you Mr. Webber. Please place any guns, knives, chemical sprays or other weapons in the alcove to the right of the door in front of you. They will be returned to you when you leave."

The alarm rang and George appeared on the transporter pad in the reinforced holding cell, standing still with his eyes closed. The marine watching through the hardened viewport immediately hit the fire button and George slumped unconscious to the floor of the empty cell, hit by the stinger in the ceiling above him.

"Careful guys," the Sergeant said, "downstairs tells us he has a bomb. Don't go in there until the disposal team can get here to disarm it. He can sleep until then." She paused, "AI, inform Corporal Schneider we have apprehended the main suspect and tell him to take the snatch squad to pick up the suspect in the coffee shop over the road. I read one volunteer in there as well as the suspect. They can do a quick pickup after the suspect is apprehended."

Glenn followed Sarah into the small debriefing room. The Corporal from Bomb Disposal did not look happy at all.

"What did you find Corporal?" Sarah asked.

"He was a suicide bomber, sir. Four packs of explosives in his stomach, each with a detonator. Like a drug mule. Triggered by a device in his pocket. No delay, they would have gone off as soon as he hit the button. We've deactivated the trigger," he indicated a small device, like a key fob, on the table, "and we used a med-tube to deactivate the four detonators inside him. The explosives are still in there and will come out naturally. They're safe now, though we could put him back in the med-tube if you want them completely removed."

Sarah glanced at Glenn. "We need to interrogate him quickly so we'll hold fire on the med-tubes for the moment Corporal. There's no way he can trigger the explosives?"

"No sir. He's completely safe. I will say that the device was viable, it would have worked. Their bomb-maker is a dangerous man."

"Yes Corporal, you're right, he's one of their better people. We should have him located in a day or two," Sarah assured him.

"There is one puzzle though, sir." The Corporal indicated an open cardboard box on the table, surrounded by the shiny gift wrapping paper it had been covered in. Next to it was a two-pound bag of flour. "He had this box wrapped up in shiny paper, like a present, in his backpack. We're not quite sure what that was or why he had it. It only contained the bag of flour."

"Thank you Corporal," Sarah said, dismissing him. "Well Glenn, we'd better go and talk to George."

As soon Sarah entered his cell George began shouting, "Fuck off nigger bitch! Go away!" He started chanting, "Nigger bitch! Nigger bitch! Nigger bitch! ..."

Sarah turned on her heel and walked straight out, Glenn following. Seeing the look in her eyes he told her to go to the gym and destroy a punchbag or two. He would talk to George. Seething with barely controlled anger, Sarah took his advice. George was lucky that they needed him alive, for a few days at least.

Glenn calmed himself and went back into George's cell. "You're not an alien are you?" George asked.

"No George," answered Glenn, "I'm not an alien. I'm from Idaho."

"Good. I don't like aliens, or niggers, or yids, or chinks, or queers. The Colonel says that they're all nasty people who con-tam-in-ate the human race." George obviously had some difficulties with long words like 'contaminate'. His file indicated that he had both Down's Syndrome and learning difficulties. He was only regurgitating the garbage Action-56 had fed him.

"Tell me about the box in shiny paper George?" Glenn asked.

"Do you have any cookies for me please?" George said. "I like cookies."

"Tell me about the box first George."

The Colonel watched from the coffee shop across the road as the Doctor dropped George outside the testing centre. He saw George walk in through the door. George was expendable; whatever happened he would not be around to pollute the human race with his subnormal genes. Succeed or fail he would be dead. If his own bomb didn't kill him then the Confederacy would. The Colonel saw an irony in that.

After ten minutes with no sign of either an explosion or of any reaction from the testing station the Colonel had to write off the mission as a failure. He texted the message, "Horse lost," to tell the rest of the team that the attack had aborted. As planned they would scatter and lie low, ready to reassemble in five weeks time to start work on a new attack.

Immediately after he had sent the message a grey interdiction field appeared around the coffee shop. With a sinking feeling the Colonel realised that this mission had gone very very badly wrong, and not just for George.

Nancy woke in her motel room. At least the Confederacy hadn't found her overnight. She had used a false ID and had paid cash, avoiding using her credit card. This cheap motel wasn't the best place she had ever slept in, but she didn't want to waste money. She had to get to her aunt in Michigan to hide from the Confederacy traitors to Earth who had somehow foiled the attack. As soon as she got the message from the Colonel she had phoned her aunt and arranged a bolt-hole. Aunt Margaret was always glad to see her and had no idea of what she really did. She had a quick shower, got dressed and headed out to her car. She wanted an early start.

The stinger operator, alerted by the feed from the drone inside her room, saw Nancy as soon as she emerged. He informed the others, "Target has left her room." He got her in the cross-hairs and dropped her as she reached her car. Immediately the driver started the supposed Ambulance across the Motel parking lot. Glenn and Sarah, dressed as paramedics, got out with a gurney and loaded Nancy onto it. Once she was inside the vehicle she was sent straight through the on-board transporter up to her cell, still unconscious. She was the third one they had caught so far.

The driver set off for an isolated area outside the small town where a Leopard could land quickly and take the 'Ambulance' back to its base in orbit.

As they stripped off their temporary disguises Glenn asked Sarah, "Has there been any sign of a follow up attack on the testing station?"

"No, their main people have scattered with only a few low level members left in the area. We aren't anticipating any immediate further attack. I've ordered the transporter unit we installed in the security scanner returned to orbit tomorrow. I don't like leaving it on Earth any longer than we have to. The extra surveillance drones and the increased Marine presence will stay until the end of the week, just in case."

"Anything on finding Vic or their medic?" Glenn enquired.

"We have a lead on Vic, but nothing so far on the Doctor. He's the most senior one we don't have a good trace on yet. We think he went South, but that's about all." Sarah was really frustrated at losing track of the Doctor. He was a really nasty one. She suspected that his codename, 'Josef', was after Dr. Mengele rather than Goebbels. His treatment of his nephew seemed typical of the man.

It was absurdly easy to interrogate George. Anyone who gave him cookies was his friend and he would tell his friends whatever they wanted to know. He was quite happy to name all the other members of Action-56 he could remember, together with what they had told him about the attack. All you needed was a regular supply of cookies. The others were only a little bit more difficult. Cookies didn't work with them but AIs and nanites did.

Nancy didn't trust Glenn; she thought all Confederacy men wanted to turn her into a concubine sex-slave. For that reason, and because she hadn't yet picked up the racist attitudes that the other prisoners had, Sarah dealt with her. As Sarah told it, at thirteen Nancy had started an adolescent rebellion against her parents. Since they were pro-Confederacy, Nancy decided to join Earth First. She kept this up past her fourteenth birthday until one weekend, while she was demonstrating outside a Confederacy CAP Testing station, both her parents were extracted while doing the weekly shop together. After that she moved in with a friend with whom she felt safe: Vic from Action-56. She quickly joined the group so she could get revenge on the Confederacy for stealing her parents away from her. Her motives were purely anti-Confederacy, not racist.

"I can see why she felt safe with Vic," Glenn said. "He'd only be interested in her if she was a robot and he could examine her circuitry." Glenn was in change of interrogating Vic so he had some insight into the man.

"Yeah," Sarah agreed, "he's not that interested in girls, just electronics."

They were very happy to have caught Vic, the technician; he was altogether too good a bomb-maker to leave running loose. His weakness for surfing at Wi-Fi points had led them to him.

Soon enough they had all the information they needed for the trial. Sarah was happy at that, but interrogating Nancy was getting her down. Nancy was intelligent enough to know that she would be executed and young enough to be terrified at the prospect. She was so desperate to avoid execution that at one point she was in tears, offering to become a concubine or to work in one of the brothels as an alternative punishment. Seeing Nancy reduced to that really tore at Sarah's heart. She had to order some extra nanites to calm Nancy down. In slightly different circumstances Nancy would have stayed as just another Earth First protester. If she had changed her mind as she matured she might even have been a sponsor, she had the CAP score for it.

Sarah was disappointed that they had not yet picked up the Doctor. She was hoping they could catch him later, when he returned for the planned rendezvous five weeks after the attack.

Glenn had no problem with the others being executed, not even with Nancy. She had known exactly what she was doing and what the penalty would be. Having Sarah deal with her did make it easier though. George was different. There was a long discussion between the Lieutenant, Sarah, Glenn and the Military Judge in charge of the trial. Was George aware of what he was doing? Was he aware it was wrong? He certainly knew he was setting off a bomb, "It will go bang and kill the nasty aliens," as he told Glenn. George was never quite able to grasp the difference between a human working for the Confederacy and an actual alien. Eventually the Judge and the Lieutenant, with the AI concurring, decided that George knew enough to be aware that what he was doing was wrong. He had to die. They had learned enough from interrogating the Colonel, as he called himself, to know that killing George was exactly what he expected, and wanted, them to do. That didn't sit easily with any of them, at least not with the humans among them. The AI was indifferent. Was what they were doing to George really that much different to what Action-56 did with him?

After the decision had been made, Glenn stopped off at home. "Mom, I need some cookies." She turned to the replicator. "No mom, home baked cookies, not from the replicator."

"They'll take longer dear."

"Yes mom, I know. But they'll taste better. I can wait." He sat at the table and watched her set to her baking. Once the cookies were ready Glenn put a couple of them on a plate and left to go back to work.

"I've got a surprise for you George," Glenn said. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

"Oh goody. I like surprises." George did as he was told, holding out his hands expectantly. Glenn gave him the plate.

"Cookies! I like cookies." George began eating.

"My mom baked them specially," Glenn told him.

"Thankth Glenn'th mom," George said through a mouthful of cookie. One thing George had learned was always to be polite. Especially if cookies were involved.

When he had finished the cookies Glenn asked, "Are you feeling happy George?"

George smiled at him. "Yes Glenn, I'm happy."

"That's good George. Now I've got another surprise for you. Close your eyes again."

"Two surprises! That's nice." George closed his eyes, "Do I hav..."

Glenn put his stinger away and picked up George's unconscious body. He carried it to the recycler and dumped the slack body into the machine. He barely made it to the nearest head before he threw up. He hadn't minded executing Vic, but George was a lot more difficult for him. Once he had tidied himself up he went straight home. He needed his mother.

Olivia lay there with Glenn slumped on top of her as he cried quietly into the pillow beside her. He was slowly deflating inside her pussy and her left breast hurt where he had been squeezing it. Her nanites were already working to reduce the damage but she still hurt. She ignored the pain and continued stroking his hair. "You had to execute George?"

"Yes mom," Glenn managed to say through his tears. "I joined up to kill dickheads, not George. So fucking stupid!"

"Oh dear, you poor thing." She remembered his earlier request, "Those cookies you wanted me to bake?"

"Yes mom. George even thanked you for them." That memory set Glenn off weeping again. Olivia just held her son and waited until he had managed to calm himself down once more.

"That bloody 'Colonel' of theirs," Glenn said once he had recovered himself. "He wanted us to kill George. That damned bastard Doctor set his own nephew up as a suicide bomber without telling him. We ended up doing their own dirty work for them. Such a fucking waste!" He paused, "Are we any better than they are? They wanted to kill George. We did kill him."

"They've all been executed then?" Olivia asked. "Even the girl?"

"Yes mom, we executed all of them. Sarah dealt with Nancy and the Colonel. I did the bomb-maker and George. One of the Sergeants did the others. I would really have liked to do the fucking Doctor as well but we still haven't caught him. We're going to keep on looking though."

She felt his limp prick slip out of her overflowing pussy. Reaching down she began squeezing it gently. "Do you want another round Glenn?" She felt that he hadn't yet got rid of all his anger at what he had been ordered to do to poor George.

"Yes mom, that would be good." He lifted himself off her, intending to kiss her nipples. "My God mom! What happened to your boob?"

"You happened dear. You were squeezing it hard when you fucked me just now."

"Sorry mom. I didn't realise." He bent down to very gently kiss her bruised breast.

"That's all right Glenn, I know you had other things on your mind." She gave his cock an extra squeeze. He was definitely getting stiffer. "Now about that second fuck..." she smiled.

"Get up on all fours mom," Glenn said. "That way I won't be pressing on your tits."

Olivia got into the doggie position as Glenn moved behind her and pushed his prick slowly into her, parting her pussy walls as he advanced.

"Mmmm, that's nice dear. You're going to give me another baby. I can feel it."

"Mom!" Glenn exclaimed. "You're already pregnant. The AI told you this morning."

"I know dear," she responded. "But it's only one baby and I want twins. Give me a second baby so I can have twins."

"OK mom," Glenn laughed, "get ready for baby number two. Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"Oh I don't mind. Either will do." She was glad to hear Glenn laughing at her joke. He was beginning to get over what he'd had to do to George.

Glenn was careful to keep his hands below her waist; he didn't want to forget himself and go for her breasts again after what he had done to her earlier. He fucked her slowly and steadily, without the urgency of their earlier coupling. He realised that the first one had been about him and he wanted this one to be for her. He took one of his hands from her hip, licked his fingers and moved to rub her clit. "Come for me mom."

"Mmmm, yes dear. Keep on like that and I will."

Glenn kept up a steadily increasing rhythm to his thrusts as Olivia approached her peak. He was able to guide himself by her gasps; he knew her sexual responses well enough by now. He managed to come himself shortly after her climax. He retained enough presence of mind not to collapse on top of her but to roll off to one side so as not to crush her injured breast with his added weight.

Lying beside her on the bed he turned his head towards her, "That was real mom, wasn't it? Not a game."

"Yes Glenn, it wasn't a game. It was real. No more games."

"Thanks mom." He kissed her, relieved that the games were over.

"I did like the 'little boy' game though," she said.

"I can't be a little boy any more mom. I killed George."