Tica’s study of sex

“Puter, why am I panting in the simulation?” Tica asked, looking with interest at the shuttle wall where human mating was simulated by the shuttle computer.

“The female is approaching orgasm, the reaction is natural,” Puter’s voice sounded through the speakers.

Carla woke with a start and stared at the screen where her young daughter, still just a child, was depicted having sex with her father. “Puter, stop!” Carla shouted and the image froze with the man’s cock deeply embedded in the child’s hairless cunt. “Close the simulation, I mean!”

“Mommy?” Tica asked nervously.

“Puter, block all sexual content!” Carla said before turning to her daughter.

“I was just studying,” Tica said, close to tears.

Carla opened her mouth but closed it again, completely lost for words. Their situation aboard the emergency shuttle was somewhat unique: Tica had been born a few months after the evacuation, and had never met any human except her mother, Carla. To make the situation even worse, the shuttle had not been equipped with the resources to keep two humans alive, and everything non essential had been converted into food, including clothes.

Unbidden Carla’s eyes traveled down her daughter’s body, noticing her flushed and aroused sex. “This may seem odd, but an adult may not have sex with a child, and a father and daughter, regardless of age, should not have sex either.”

Tica nodded, accepting the facts.

“Just watching a simulation of it…well, it isn’t something you do with your mother around,” Carla went on. “You will just have to wait with that kind of stuff until we reach earth.”

Tica sighed. Earth was still years away. “What if I wait for your next sleep shift? You wouldn’t be aware of me studying anything. And I could use you and daddy for the simulation instead.”

“No simulations,” Carla said, a vivid image of her daughter’s bulging labia around a man’s cock flying through her mind. “Look at yourself if you are curious.”

As soon as Tica entered her sleep shift and fell asleep, Carla started reviewing the logs of what exactly her daughter had watched. “Puter, shield Tica from all sound and unblock sexual content,” she ordered. “Restore previous simulation.”

The simulation appeared in live size on the wall, and continued playing from where it had been stopped. The images and sounds took Carla by complete surprise, she had only wanted the logs in a plain text format.

Tica in the simulation wasn’t just being penetrated by her father but actively met his thrusts, moaning like a little porn star. Tica’s breath caught and she lifted her butt up in a silent, desperate plea for sexual release.

“Puter, stop the simulation,” Carla said, her mouth dry. “Is this simulation realistic?”

“Ignoring the genetic relation and age gap, the simulation is realistic.”

“But she’s about to…orgasm,” Carla said in a whisper.

“Orgasm is a natural response to sexual stimulation,” the computer said.

Carla had many times watched a similar simulation but with her in the female role, and couldn’t help getting wet. She told herself that she was only interested in her ex-lover, and that her daughter had nothing to do with it. Floating in the zero-g, she spread her legs and placed a hand on her heated sex. With circular motions she started pleasing herself.