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This story is about incest.  It contains detailed descriptions of the
sexual relationship between a 13-year-old boy and his mother.  If you
are not of legal age in your community, or if you find such material
offensive, don't read it.

This story has no author.  It was born of the parthenogenesis of
cyberspace.  Please keep it that way. 


                                                         Abducted!
                                                 by Parthenogenesis


Mom and I had made good time on our drive from Silicon Valley to the
Sierra, and had arrived at the secluded campground just on the
California side of Lake Tahoe with plenty of daylight left.  Our tent
was up and our sleeping bags were rolled out, our cooking gear and our
food supplies were squared away, and we'd built a small fire just as
the last blush of sunset was fading into the jagged black outline of
trees against sky.  We were the only people in the campground, and the
silence and solitude were as vast and as comforting as the forest
itself.

This was Mom's and my celebration, our way of rewarding ourselves for
the effort we'd invested in our successes.  I had just graduated from
the eighth grade, with top honors in science and math.  I was looking
forward to a summer of rest before I started high school and turned
fourteen in September.  Mom had just been promoted to director of
education and documentation at the computer company where she
worked--no small accomplishment for her.  Dad had simply left when I
was three, and in the ten years following, Mom had put herself through
college and worked her way up the ranks to where she was today.  It
had cost her a lot of long days and lost sleep to do what she did.  I
remembered many lonely nights and weekends as she attended classes or
did homework, but she reminded me often that we were working together
to build a future for ourselves.  And I think it had been good for
both of us.  Mom now felt that, at age 33, she had plenty of time left
to build a career and enjoy the fruits of her labors.  For my part, I
had developed a sense of responsibility far beyond that of my peers,
and was fully ready to embark upon what I considered to be the
beginning of my real academic career.

Mom and I sat and watched the fire wrinkle the darkness deepening
around us, both alone and together in our thoughts.

"Well, kiddo, what do you think?" Mom asked after a while.  "Do you
think all the work was worth it?"

"Yeah, Mom, I do," I said.  "Just being here and being able to relax,
feeling satisfied with what I've done, tells me that it was worth it."

"So, what shall we do tomorrow?"

Mom and I had made loose plans for what we thought we'd do:  I wanted
to try some fly fishing in a nearby creek.  Mom had brought a couple
of books she'd been wanting to read for a long time.  We thought we'd
spend several days swimming and sunning at Tahoe.  Take a trip to
Virginia City and look at the old silver mines.  Just sit and breathe
the smog-free air and forget about freeways, streetlights, work, and
school for a week.

"How about it we start with a day of swimming?" I said.

"You got it, pal."

We sat in silence for several minutes.

"Mom?" I said at last.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever wish that you'd remarried?"

"No, not really," Mom said.  "At first, I was too busy going to school
to have time to date.  As time went on, I decided that I didn't really
want to invest trust in a man again."  Mom put an arm around my
shoulders.

"You're the only man I think I can trust all the way," she said,
giving me a little hug.

I leaned my head against Mom's.  She smelled good.  Mom wasn't given
to wearing a lot of perfume.  She smelled mostly like herself, clean
and fresh.  Soap, a hint of shampoo, just a touch of perfume; maybe
the scent of her deodorant; barely a suggestion of fresh perspiration
from the drive through the 100-degree heat of the Central Valley.

"Hey," Mom said, suddenly, "how about some hot chocolate and
marshmallows before we turn in?"

I went over and pumped up the Coleman stove while Mom rummaged around
for the chocolate and marshmallows.  Before long, we had steaming cups
of chocolate and were toasting marshmallows in the glow of the coals.
We sat and sipped, relishing our sugar treat, as we chatted
inconsequentially about the world we'd left behind.  After perhaps
half an hour, Mom stretched and yawned.

"This mountain air makes me sleepy," she said, "and I'm pooped after
the last-minute rushing around at work, the packing, and the drive.
How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm tired too," I said.  And I was.  The relaxation after a
year of intense study and nightly homework suddenly made me feel as if
I were going to have to crawl into the tent.

"I'll go first," Mom said.  "After I've got into my sleeping bag, you
can pour some water on the fire and come along."

I wasn't surprised at Mom's request for privacy.  Mom was very modest
around the house.  She always changed clothes in private and locked
the bathroom door except when she was just brushing her teeth or
combing her hair, and if she was going about the house in her
underwear or nightclothes, she always wore a substantial robe.  She
turned on one bulb of the fluorescent lantern and went into the tent.

The 8' x 10' tent, according to the claim on the box, would sleep
four, but I think that would be possible only if they were very
friendly or very small.  For two, it had plenty of floor space for
bags of clothes and paraphernalia, and enough elbow room to sleep
comfortably, and it was high enough almost to stand in.  Mom zipped
the door shut.

As Mom moved about in the tent, I could see her silhouette come and go
against the light nylon material as she passed from one side of the
light to the other.  After some comings and goings, she moved the
light to the far side of the tent and began to undress.  I couldn't
tear my eyes away.  Her clear, crisp shadow unbuttoned her shirt and
took it off.  Then it reached behind her back and unfastened her
brassiere.  And then her breasts hung free and jiggled.  All of a
sudden, my cock was rock hard and I was thinking thoughts I shouldn't
about my mother.  With Mom's leaving a good deal of household
responsibility to me and my attention to my schoolwork, I hadn't had
much of a social life either.  I didn't have a girlfriend, and I'd
never seen a woman or a girl naked.  Mom's shadow reached over her
head to pull on a tee-shirt, and her breasts stood out, high and
proud.  I just started to think about stepping behind a tree to jack
off when Mom called out, "Ok, I'm ready."

With a silent groan, I poured enough water over the fire to reduce the
few remaining coals to steam, then unzipped the tent and ducked in.

"Are you in?" Mom asked.

"Here I am," I said.  Mom turned off the light.  In the dark, I
undressed down to my underwear--grateful, actually, that I didn't have
to try to conceal my hard-on from Mom--and slipped into the silken
lining of my sleeping bag.  I wrapped one hand around my cock and
wondered, briefly, whether I could jack off quietly enough that Mom
wouldn't hear me.  Unfortunately, I decided to give it up as a bad
idea because even if Mom didn't hear me, I'd make a mess of the
sleeping bag, I'd have to sleep with a wet cummy spot all night, and
Mom would probably smell it as soon as I unzipped the bag in the
morning.  Even as I was making this unhappy decision, bam! I fell
asleep.

The next thing I knew, I was clawing my way up from an incredibly deep
sleep, my ears--my entire being--filled with a low humming sound.  A
low humming feel.  The hum was so pervasive that it seemed to have no
source or direction.  The hair on the back of my neck stood up.  I
unzipped my sleeping bag and sat up, trying to determine where the hum
was coming from, trying to figure out what was going on.  As I sat
there, wrapped in fear, trying to regain sensibility, the tent was
suddenly illuminated from without by a bright blue light.  I looked
over at Mom, and saw her sitting, too, apparently as dazed as I was.
At the same time, we crawled toward the door.  I unzipped it, and we
went outside.  The forest all around the campground was bathed in the
same eerie blue glow.  We stood and looked up, shielding our eyes with
our hands, trying to see past the glare to its origin, but I could see
nothing but light.

And then we were floating, levitating, going up.  There was no
sensation of being touched or pulled, we had simply become weightless.
As we rose, the light seemed to take on substance and close beneath
us.  Our tent and the campground disappeared, and all I could see was
blue light.

Then we were inside an enclosure, a room, a laboratory, a cockpit.
Something.  Around us were six creatures, not human.  And then it hit
me:  Mom and I had been abducted by aliens.

I was scared shitless, there's no polite way to put it.  The aliens
looked pretty much like the currently popular depiction.  They were
generally humanoid in shape, which is to say that they had a head, a
body, and spindly arms and legs that ended in what looked mostly like
hands and feet.  They had the large, black eyes we've come to expect,
nostril slits, and a small mouth.  Their skin was a greyish color.
But they had no ears and no genitals, and their three fingers were not
rounded like ours, but ended in palps, or suction cups..  After
observing the aliens long enough to register their shapes, I
remembered all the stories I'd read about the medical examinations
abductees had been subjected to at the hands of their alien captors,
the weird instruments, painful jabbings and pokings, special attention
to genitals, and forced matings.

"Hi," one of the aliens said.  Thought.  They weren't talking, but I
could hear a voice in my brain as if a human were speaking
conversationally across a dinner table.  "Welcome aboard."

"Are we really in a space ship?" I asked.

"I suppose you could say that," the "voice" replied.

"Are you going to hurt us?" I blurted.  "Cut us open to see what's
inside, or poke us with sharp instruments?"

"Why on earth would we want to do that?" a second voice asked.  "If we
cut you, we'd probably damage your circuitry or disrupt your
functioning, and that would ruin our observations."

"I've read all about you guys," I said.  "I know what you do."

There was a murmur of genuine puzzlement in my head.  Then one voice
sorted itself out.  "You must have us confused with someone else," it
said.  "We've never been here before.  We were just passing by.  Your
planet looked so different from most that we decided to stop and check
it out.  When we realized that there was apparently intelligent life,
we decided to check you out, too."

Without realizing it, Mom and I had edged toward each other until we
were standing shoulder to shoulder.  I pinched the skin on my forearm,
just as a double check.  No, I wasn't dreaming.

"Now," a voice said, "we'd like to make some observations.  Apparently
parts of your outer surface are not you.  Please remove them."

"We can't do that," Mom immediately said.  "We don't run around naked
in front of each other."

"But we found you in very close proximity to one another," the voice
went on.  "Do you mean to tell me that you always put coverings on
your surfaces whenever you're together."

"Yes," Mom said.

I heard something like a sigh in my head.  All six of the aliens
turned their faces toward me.  I didn't hear a voice, but I felt the
sensation of a command to take my clothes off.  I stepped away from
Mom and complied.  But I didn't believe for a moment what the aliens
had said about not hurting us.  I was still so scared that my balls
had retreated up somewhere beneath my ribs, and my cock had almost
turned itself inside out trying to get away.  I glanced at Mom and saw
her run her eyes up and down my body.

One of the aliens approached and put his palps on my shoulder,
indicating that I should turn around.  His touch was slightly cool,
but soft and gentle.  I turned around, like a model showing off
clothes.  I heard a murmur of mixed voices in my head.  Then the alien
who had touched my shoulder pointed at my retracted cock and said,
"What's that?"

Mom looked where the alien was pointing.  "That's my p-penis," I
croaked.

"What is its function?" another voice asked.

The aliens didn't look exactly alike--there were variations in their
height and in the configuration of their facial features.  Because
they didn't actually speak, I couldn't tell which one was "talking,"
but I was beginning to be able to tell the voices apart.  That one, I
decided, was Scientist.

"It's for pissing," I said.

"Pissing?" Scientist said.

"Eliminating waste water."

"Waste?"

Time to try another tack.  "It's part of our fuel and energy system.
We take in water to help with our energy processes.  After the water
has been used and contains by-products of energy conversion and system
maintenance, we eliminate it.  Piss."

"Ah, fuel and energy," Scientist said, amid a background of
understanding murmurs.

The six alien faces then turned to Mom, and I felt the command to her
to remove her coverings.  She looked at me.  I shrugged.

I could not, of course, look away as Mom undressed.  Chances were, I
was more curious and fascinated than the aliens were.  Mom peeled off
her tee-shirt and stepped out of her panties.  The same alien who had
instructed me to turn around (Leader, I decided) performed the same
action with Mom.  Mom was, in my opinion, a knockout by anybody's
standards.  She had rich, black hair, medium length, surrounding a
face that was truly beautiful.  Her breasts were neither large nor
small; exactly the right proportion for the rest of her body.  She
kept herself in shape, and was trim and firm.

I realized then that the hormones of a thirteen-year-old male have no
respect for either fear or incest.  Despite myself, my cock had poked
out to about 1/3 of a hard-on.  It had swollen and lengthened, but
still drooped below horizontal.  Mom checked me out, and blushed a
bright pink--all over.

A voice from somewhere in the crowd said, "Will you look at that!
They change color, too."  And Mom got even redder.

"Why are you changing color?" Scientist asked.

"I'm blushing," Mom answered.

"Blushing?"

"Blood has rushed to my skin because...oh, never mind."

Leader pointed at my mother's breasts.  "What are those protrusions?"
he asked.

"They're my breasts."  Mom blushed.

"What is their function?" Scientist asked.

"Their function is to nourish--uh, provide fuel for--newborn
children."

"You are consumed by your young?" Scientist asked.  His face didn't
move, but I had the distinct impression of eyebrows being raised.

"No, no," Mom said, "they create nourishment, milk.  The young suck it
from them."

"Wow," a voice I didn't recognize said.  "This gets weirder by the
minute."

"Never mind that for now," Scientist said.  He pointed at Mom's bush.
I looked too, of course.  Compared with the pictures I'd seen in
magazines, Mom's bush was really lush.  It was wide, and stood out
from her body like, well, like a little bush of hair.  "Where's your
penis?" he asked.

"I don't have one," Mom said.

"How do you...piss?"

"I have a different kind of place to piss," Mom said.

"Please explain further," Scientist said.

Mom parted her magnificent bush and spread her labia.  My cock
elevated above the horizontal.  Mom looked at me and made a
disapproving shape of her mouth.

"There," she said, pointing, "right there is the opening from which I
piss."

"I see," Scientist said.  "But why does the other one have a penis and
you do not?"

"It has to do with our reproductive mechanism," Mom said, "how we make
more of us."

"Please explain further," Scientist said.

"We are diploid organisms," Mom said, with evident exasperation.  "The
female--I am a female--produces an egg.  The male--he is a
male--produces sperm.  The egg and the sperm unite to form a child."

"And how are the egg and sperm united?" Scientist asked with apparent
puzzlement.  "I do not see any mechanisms for removal of an egg from
your body."

"Between the legs of females is a special opening called a vagina,"
Mom continued.  "It's a pathway to the egg.  The penis of a male is
inserted into the vagina, and sperm are deposited there."

Twelve alien eyes suddenly shifted to my crotch.  "You mean the penis
detaches?" Several voices asked at once.

"Of course not," Mom said.  "The male inserts his penis into the
female's vagina."

"Ok, let me see if I have this right," Scientist said.  "An egg
resides within the female.  When another unit is desired, a male
inserts his penis into the vagina and deposits a sperm.  The sperm and
egg unite, and a new unit is formed.  Is that right?"

"More or less," Mom said.  "But there's a little more to it than
that."

"Please elaborate," Scientist said.

"You guys wouldn't happen to have a white board, would you?" Mom
asked.

Scientist gestured toward what looked like a computer screen set in a
table top, angled slightly upward from the surface.  "You may use
this."

Mom went over to the computer screen, and, using the tip of her
finger, drew a hasty sketch of the standard front cross-sectional view
of the female reproductive system.  Kind of a touch-sensitive
Etch-a-Sketch.

"Now," Mom lectured, "these are the ovaries, which contain millions of
eggs.  Each month, one of the ovaries releases a single egg, which
travels down the Fallopian tubes, here.  The egg enters into this
area, which is called the uterus.  When conditions are right, the male
inserts his penis into the vagina and deposits millions of sperm,
which swim upward toward the egg.  If the timing is right, one sperm
pierces the egg, which causes the union of the genetic material in
each, and a child starts to grow in the woman's uterus."

"And if the male does not insert his penis into the vagina, what
happens to the egg?"

"It just falls out of the woman's body, along with the uterus lining,
which would have been used if conception had taken place."

"You mean that the female's essential genetic material is just lost?
Gone?  Wasted?"

"Yes."

"And what about all the sperm that do not pierce the egg.  What
happens to them?"

"They die within a few days."

"You mean that all of the male's unused essential genetic material is
just lost, too?"

"Yes."

"Boy," said another voice, "I wonder who was the junior engineer who
designed this system."  The Joker of the lot.

"What are the conditions that are 'right' for the male to insert his
penis into the vagina?"

"Well, uh, it requires some...interaction...between the male and the
female.  Under normal conditions, the penis looks like this."  Mom
sketched balls and a limp penis.

"When the male is prepared to insert his penis into the vagina, the
penis becomes erect, like this."  Mom sketched balls and an erect
penis.  Then she sketched a standard side cross-sectional view of
female reproductive organs.  Then she drew the erect penis inside of
the vagina, balls hanging out.

My cock elevated to about 3/4 erect.  I can get a hard-on just reading
the definition of "vagina" in the dictionary.

"This is very interesting.  That one is a male?" Scientist said,
pointing to me.

"Yes," Mom said.

"And you are a female."

"Yes."

"Then please demonstrate for me the insertion of the penis into the
vagina."

"WHAT?" Mom exploded.  "Not on your tintype, buster!"

"Uh, why not?" Scientist asked.

"For two reasons," Mom said.  "First, he's my son.  My unit.  He grew
from my egg.  We cannot combine the genetic material from his sperm
and my egg.  The child might be faulty.  Mothers and sons do not have
sex together.  Second, he's too young."  Mom eyed my crotch dubiously.

"Sex?"

"That's the word for putting the penis inside the vagina."

"The male appears to be in the right condition to insert his penis
into the vagina," Scientist said, stepping over to the table with the
computer on it.  He moved his hands around the edges of the screen for
a few moments.  "When you removed your outer covering, his penis
increased in size by 412.29 per cent, and when you displayed the
opening from which you piss, it increased an additional 10 per cent in
size and, um, let me see, 28 per cent in rigidity, and it elevated an
additional 17 degrees.  Apparently the male had insertion in mind, did
he not?"

Mom absolutely glowered at me.  I studied my toes.  Neither of us said
a word.

"Please step back," Scientist said.  He put a palp on Mom's arm to
guide her to where he wanted her to stand.  Leader did the same with
me, and we all withdrew from the center of the room.  An iris opened,
a padded table rose from the floor, and the iris closed around its
pedestal.  My three-quarters hard-on disappeared in an instant.  I
knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I thought.  Now come the needles and
knives and stuff.

"Now, please get onto the table," he said to Mom.

"No way," Mom said, digging in her heels as best she could on the
metallic floor.  I sensed the aliens issuing a command to Mom the same
way they had to me to remove my clothes.  Mom still didn't move.  I
heard a murmur in my head, then two of the other aliens came forward,
and with Leader and Scientist on one side of Mom and the two on the
other, they tried to urge her to the table.  Mom didn't move, and it
was clear that physical strength was not one of the aliens'
attributes.  When it became evident that she wasn't going to get onto
the table voluntarily, the four aliens stepped away from her.  A
cylinder of blue light appeared around Mom.  She floated off the
floor, rotated until she was horizontal, and then drifted over to the
table.  Scientist turned his attention to his computer screen.  After
a few seconds, there was flicker of red light from the ceiling of the
room, and the blue light was turned off.

"Mom!  Are you ok?"

"Yes, honey," she replied.  "I'm fine."

"Did they hurt you?" I asked.

"I didn't feel a thing," she said.

"Will you please relax," Leader said to me.  "I told you we weren't
going to do any damage to you.  We want to learn how you work and take
information back home with us.  If we damaged you, we wouldn't be able
to learn anything."

Scientist turned away from his screen and stepped forward a bit.  "I
was only observing," he said.  "From your drawings, I was able to
locate the appropriate structures within you.  I observed that an egg
had separated itself from one of the egg masses and was moving in the
direction of the uterus.  Because that egg would drop from your body
if it were not united with a sperm, I assumed there would be no harm
in disassembling the genetic material it contained so that it would no
longer able to create a new unit.  You may now safely demonstrate
insertion of the penis into the vagina."

Dammit to hell, my cock returned to life and twitched again.

Mom raised herself up on her elbows.  "NO WAY!" she shouted.

"Now what's the matter?" Scientist asked.

"A boy does not insert his penis into his mother's vagina," Mom said.
"That's all there is to it.  Now, why don't you just put us back where
you got us and go away."

I could have sworn I heard a sigh.  "The male unit again appears to be
in the right condition.  You are in no danger of combining genetic
materials.  What on Pt~z/o is the problem here?"

"It's called incest.  There's a law against it.  It just isn't done."

"You are physically able and the action represents no danger, yet you
say that you cannot do it?"

"That's right."

Leader's voice asserted itself.  "Then we will wait.  Time as you
creatures measure it has little meaning to us.  Perhaps you will
reconsider."

"Never," Mom said.

Apparently, we were at a standoff.  Mom lay back down and put her arm
over her eyes.  Before long, she was snoring softly, purring, almost.
And then I realized that I was exhausted.  We had been dragged out of
sleep after a tiring day, we had been scared to death, we had been
charged with adrenaline, and I had been on my feet ever since we
arrived in the spaceship.

I turned toward Leader.  "Excuse me," I said, "but I need sleep.  Is
there another table available?"

Leader didn't say anything.  The floor opened, and another table rose
next to Mom's.  As soon as the floor had closed, I lay down, and was
asleep almost the instant I closed my eyes.

When I awoke and looked around, Mom was just waking, too.  She sat up
and stretched, then announced to the room at large, "I have to go to
the bathroom."

Scientist came over to her.  "You can't go anywhere until you've
demonstrated insertion of the penis into the vagina," he said.

"That means that I have to eliminate waste products...piss," she said.
"Is there a place where I can do that?"

"You can do it here," Scientist said.  "We will observe."

"I can't go to the bathroom in public," Mom complained.  "That's
something we always do in private, alone."

"Do the waste elimination systems of all you creatures function in the
same way?" Scientist asked.

"Yes."

"Then why do you believe that you have to be alone to eliminate your
waste?"

Mom groaned.  "I don't know why we do," she said.  "We just do.  Now,
is there a place on this spaceship where I can go pee?  Piss."

"As I said, you can do it here," Scientist said.

Mom looked distinctly uncomfortable.  "There should be something to
contain the waste material," she said, in a small voice.

Scientist began walking toward a wall.

"Me, too," I called out.

A door suddenly appeared in the wall.  Scientist walked through it,
and it closed again.  I walked to the same place in the wall.  Nothing
happened.  I ran my hands over the wall, but could feel no seams or
sensors.  As I was standing there, the door reappeared, and Scientist
nearly ran head-on into me.  A voice in my head said something like,
"Ack!"

Scientist handed a clear, bowl-shaped container to Mom, and one to me.
I draped my cock over the edge of the bowl and took a long, satisfying
leak.

Mom looked around the room apprehensively, then turned her back to me
and squatted.  She hissed forth a strong stream of piss that frothed
into the bowl.  Then I saw, I mean, I saw, Mom's tightly puckered
little asshole begin to open, and out snaked a truly noteworthy turd,
which curled fully around the circumference of the bowl.  Boy, I guess
she had to go to the bathroom!  Somewhat to my own surprise, my cock
suddenly went nearly vertical.

Scientist looked at my cock and then at the bowl under Mom's squatting
form, and I'll swear that he shook his head.  Maybe he was beginning
to figure out when it wasn't going to do him any good to ask
questions.

Not looking at me, Mom said, "Mark, will you please bring me my
tee-shirt?"

I picked up her tee-shirt from where it had landed when she undressed
and handed it to her, over her shoulder.  She tore off one sleeve, and
used it to wipe herself.  She dropped the sleeve into the bowl and
stood.  When she saw my erect penis, she said, in a fierce whisper,
"Mark, I do wish you'd quit doing that.  You've going to give them the
wrong idea.  You're going to give me the wrong idea."

Scientist picked up the two bowls and scurried back through the wall.

I didn't know what Mom meant by my giving her the wrong idea.  I
supposed it meant that she'd think I was having unwholesome thoughts
about her.  But it also could have meant that she was beginning to
have second thoughts about penis insertion.  I decided not to press
the issue.

"I'm hungry," Mom said.

"Yeah, me too.  I wonder if these guys have any food for us."

When Scientist returned, I told him that we need food, fuel.

"I'm not surprised," he said.  "Comparing body mass to mass of waste
material and extrapolating from observed caloric activity, I've
estimated efficiency of you creatures at 28.3 per cent."  There was a
collective mental gasp.  "You must spend a good deal of time inputting
fuel and outputting waste material.

"I'm sorry," he continued, "but we don't have any fuel suitable for
you creatures."

"They're trying to starve us out," Mom said.

"We can get along for a while without food," I said to Scientist, "but
we have to have water.  Without it, we will cease to function fairly
quickly."

I got genuinely alarmed thought waves from Scientist.  Apparently he
didn't want us to stop functioning too soon.

"Water.  Two hydrogen, one oxygen," I said.

"I can do that!" Scientist said, rushing back to his hole in the wall
again.

Presently, we heard a muffled explosion from behind Scientist's wall,
and a few moments later, Scientist tottered out, holding a clear
container something like an Erlenmeyer flask that had in it about two
liters of what I assumed was water.  He handed the flask to me, and I
handed it Mom.  She drank off half, and I finished the rest.
Chemically pure water.  Purely flavorless.  But it was wet, and it
would keep us going.

"Thank you," I said to Scientist.  "We will need more soon."  I heard
a mental groan.

"So," I said to Mom, "what are we going to do now?"

"Wait some more, I guess.  What else can we do?"

The answer to that question was obvious to me, but saying it out loud
didn't seem like a very good idea.  So we waited.  And we waited, and
we waited, and we waited.  We slept, and we drank water, and we
pissed, and that was about it.  Since we weren't doing anything
interesting, the aliens went about their business without paying a
whit of attention to us.  There were no windows, no sensation of
motion.  The level of illumination in the spaceship was constant.  I
had no idea whether we were still hovering a few hundred feet above
our campsite or light-years away.  I was bored, supremely bored.  Time
literally lost all meaning.  When we slept, we had no idea for how
long.  The only clue I had of passing time was the gnawing hunger in
my stomach.  Thirteen-year-old boys need lots of fuel.

"Mom," I said, finally, upon wakening from one of our sleep periods,
"I'm so hungry that I'm starting to feel woozy."

"Me, too," Mom said.  "I'm so out of whack that I'm afraid I'm not
thinking clearly any more.  I'm beginning to think that maybe we
should give in to their demand, but I can't reconcile it in my mind.
I'm afraid that if you and I have sex, it will ruin our relationship,
that it will mess up your head and we'll never be able to live
together comfortably again."

"I'm beginning to think that we're talking a survival decision, here,"
I said.  "I'm starving, I'm bored beyond all comprehension, and I
really want to get back to our normal lives.  This was supposed to be
a special vacation and celebration for us, remember?"

"Survival," Mom said.  "Survival.  Sometimes people do do
extraordinary things to assure their survival, don't they.  I mean,
I've read about people lost in the desert who drank their own urine to
keep their body fluids up, and we can't forget the Donner party, can
we.  Survival is the issue here, not morality.  Survival."

It sounded like Mom was talking more to herself than she was to me.

"Mark, we have to survive, don't we?  I mean, we can't just die here
in some alien spaceship, can we?"

"Yes, Mom, we have to survive.  I certainly don't want to die here."

"Well, then, we may be forced to do something desperate to assure our
survival, don't you think?  And when we get back, we'll be able to
tell ourselves quite rightly that we didn't compromise our morals, we
only did what we had to to survive, isn't that right?"

Mom was looking a little desperate.  "Yes, Mom.  Absolutely."

"Well, then, that settles it, doesn't it?  We'll do what they want,
and then they'll let us go, right?"

"Frankly, Mom, I don't think we have any choice.  This is a survival
issue, no doubt about it."

Leader was with three of the aliens, examining some instrument on one
wall.  "Leader," I called out, "we're ready to do as you ask."  To my
surprise, it seemed that Leader knew I was addressing him, and he came
over to the tables, where Mom and I were.

"I just want to be sure of one thing," I said.  "If we do what you
want us to do--demonstrate to you the insertion of the penis into the
vagina--then you will immediately return us to where you found us, and
that will be that.  Is that right?"

"Of course," Leader said, blandly.  "That's what I said, isn't it?  It
serves me no purpose to lie to you.  I understand that you are in need
of fuel, and that you are uncomfortable from being away from your own
environment.  If we wish to make further observations, we will find
other creatures like you.  You are all the same, aren't you?"

I thought for a moment about humans' precious sense of uniqueness,
their many sizes, shapes, and colors, the myriad of religions, the
personal and political squabbles, and then I gave Leader what I felt
was the true answer:  "Yes, we're basically all the same."

"All right, then," Leader said, "you'd best get about your business."

The tables were just about waist-high to me.  Mom sat on the edge of
one, and motioned me over.  "Ok, Mark, this is it," she said.  "We're
doing what we have to do to survive.  Just forget for a moment that
I'm your mother, be brave, and do what you have to do."  And with
that, she lay back and spread her legs.

The aliens gathered around us.  I looked at the thick thatch between
Mom's legs, parted just slightly so that a thin line of pink showed.
Now was the moment, the time to do what we had to do.  And my cock
just hung there.

I understood the Tab-A-in-Slot-B theory just fine, but I was way short
on practice.  I'd never actually done this before.  I didn't know
exactly what to do, and, perversely, I couldn't get out of my mind
that the beautiful pussy waiting there for me belonged to my mother.
I thought about Mom's silhouette on the tent; I thought about watching
Mom undress, seeing her--seeing a naked woman--for the first time, and
I thought about how high my cock had sprung when I watched Mom piss
and shit into that bowl.  And still nothing happened.  Finally, Mom
sat up again and hissed at me, "Mark, what are you waiting for?"

"Uh, Mom, I seem to have a little problem here," I said.

"Now that one's changing colors," Joker said.

Mom looked down at my droopy dick.

Mom grabbed my shoulders and looked me squarely in the eye.  "This is
survival," she said.  "I'm about to do something that goes that goes
so much against my grain I just about can't tell you, sacrifice my
principles to assure our survival, and you must not think the less of
me for it."

With that, she slid off the table and kneeled in front of me.  I felt
her left hand cup my balls gently, and the thumb and forefinger of her
right hand grasp my prick.  Her heated breath blew softly across the
head of my prick; then, as I watched, she took the head of my prick
into her mouth.  That was all I needed.  The realization of what was
going on so overwhelmed my consciousness, and the sensation was so
immensely consuming that my cock sprung fully to life.  Mom swirled
her tongue around the head of my cock twice and sucked gently, and I
knew that I couldn't help coming.

Mom must have felt my cock start to swell, because she pulled her
mouth away just as I shot.  I had never cum like that before.  I
wasn't shooting sperm, I was shooting bullets.  The first spurt nailed
Mom in the corner of right eye, and she instantly squeezed her eye
shut.  The second spurt landed on her nose, and the rest decorated her
cheeks and lips.

Mom stood and put her face right into Scientist's.  "You were curious
about those millions of sperm?  There they are.  Right there," she
shouted, pointing to her face.  It was all I could do not to laugh,
Mom looked so funny, shouting at Scientist with her cum-filled right
eye squinting and a gob of my jism dripping from the end of her nose.
Scientist produced, as if from nowhere, something that looked like a
Petri dish and a very small bowl scraper, and carefully scraped my cum
off Mom's face.

"Why was the penis inserted into the mouth?" Leader asked.  "I thought
the penis was going to be inserted into the vagina."

"Will you shit a geezly goddam shut up!" Mom roared.  "We're getting
to it!"  And she lay back down on the table and spread her legs again.

My cock was still reveling in the sensation of Mom's mouth and the
most fantastic cum I'd ever felt.  If it had gone down at all, it
wasn't by much.  I reached out and spread Mom's pussy lips until I
could see her actual vagina, the pink, wet hole I was suppose to put
my cock into.  I touched the entry to her vagina lightly, and then
rubbed upward.  I ran my finger back down and dipped it into Mom's
pussy, feeling a slimy wetness.  For a couple of minutes, I continued
dipping my finger into Mom's pussy and then rubbing the moisture all
around her opened lips.  When she was slick everywhere, I stepped
forward and slipped my cock into her.  Smooth and easy, it just slid
right on in, up to the hilt.

"Ohmygoodness," Mom said.

"That's all there is to it?" Leader asked.  "This is what you had
thought impossible to do?"

My head was going a million miles an hour in six or eight directions
at the same time.  The sensations coming through my cock were like
nothing I'd ever felt before, thousands of times better than the mere
sample I'd got from Mom's mouth.  To say that it felt good or even
that it felt wonderful wouldn't even come close to what I was feeling.
It was something new, all new, that I didn't have words to describe:
sucking but not sucking, friction but not friction, more than warmth
but less than heat, smooth and rippled at the same time.  But it was
all around my cock and reaching into every nerve fiber in my body.  I
didn't a vocabulary for the occasion.  I was not a boy with a cock
attached; I was a cock with a boy attached.  I was fucking, actually
fucking, I mean, really doing it.  And doing it with my mother.

For somewhere between time measured in seconds and time measured in
fragments of eternity I stood stock still, lost in the universe of
that special pussy and that special fuck.  I was frightened to move
lest it all go away, or lest Mom fully realize what she was doing and
tell me to stop.  Then I felt Mom begin to move on the inside,
something like a very gentle clutch of a hand that could apply even
pressure all around my cock.  She clutched, then released; clutched,
then released.  I withdrew a couple of inches, and then went all the
way back in.  I withdrew a couple of inches, and then went all the way
back in.  Mom began to move her hips in complement to the motion of my
cock.

Then some inner force took control of me and I was moving in a rhythm
without thinking about it, in and out, in and out, almost all the way
out, then all the way in.  Mom's ass started bouncing on the table in
the same rhythm as my thrusts.  Every once in the while, I'd thrust
all the way in and stop the movement of Mom's ass with my body, then
I'd move up and down and back and forth a bit, and Mom would wiggle
her ass.  Then I'd start the steady rhythm again.

"Survival," Mom said.  "Survival, survival, survival.  We're going to
survive, Mark, we're going to survive, OH, we're going to survive.

"Yes, Mom," I said.  "Yes, Mom.  Yes, Mom.  Yes, Mom, yes, Mom, yes,
Mom, yesmom, yesmom, yesmomyesmomyesmom."

"What are you doing?" Scientist asked.  "I thought you were simply
going to insert the penis into the vagina.  Why are you inserting and
withdrawing, inserting and withdrawing?  This is most confusing."

"SHUT!  UP!" Mom and I shouted at the same time.

I didn't care whether Mom and I were on alien spaceship or not.  I
wouldn't have cared if I died right then and there.  I would have
carried that feeling with me for all eternity.  I was lost to the
cosmos of Mom and the rhythms of our bodies.  I moved in and out,
stopped, and swirled.  My cock did a dance in Mom's pussy, and she was
my perfect partner, right there, never missing a step.  After I don't
know how long, I felt my cock start to swell and the combination of
pleasure and pain run between my asshole and the root of my cock.  At
the same time, Mom's pussy clamped down on my cock and began a
rippling movement that felt like it was going to pull my entire body
and being into her.

And then everything disappeared.  The aliens disappeared, and the
walls of the spaceship disappeared.  The universe, the entire cosmos
was me and I was the universe and the cosmos and all space and time.
The stars were born of an explosion of fireworks that came from within
me.  I felt my body and my soul flung to the farthest corners of
space, then drawn back together and accelerated out the end of my cock
at the speed of light.

"Uh!" I cried. "Ooooooooooh."

"Eeeeeeeeeeee," Mom shrieked.

"Good grief," Scientist said.

And then I was standing between Mom's legs, panting, my cock awash in
her pussy juices and my cum.  Mom and I were looking at each other,
mouths agape.  Mom's chest and tits were a splotchy red.

"Wow," I heard Joker's voice say, "spots, even."

Mom's pussy twitched, and I twitched my cock in response.  We were
still connected, and that twitch reminded us of where we'd just been.
I didn't want to leave Mom's pussy, and I could feel my semi-hard cock
starting a climb toward full erection again.

But we had to get out of there.  We'd fulfilled out part of the
bargain and demonstrated insertion of the penis into the vagina.  Boy,
had we.  Reluctantly, I withdrew.

I took both of Mom's hands and helped her sit, and then stand.  When
she sat up, she shook her head as if she were trying to clear away
confusion, and she was a bit unsteady on her feet when she first
stood.  We faced Leader, hand in hand, a dribble of jism hanging from
my still partially erect cock and rivulets of my cum running down
Mom's thighs.

"Now," Mom croaked, "take us home."

Leader stepped forward.  "We shall.  Your mating behavior is
moderately entertaining, but we have no further use for you.  Your
bodies are remarkably inefficient, your are compelled to put on outer
coverings in the company of one another, you feel a need to hide
yourselves to perform common bodily functions, you deny the ability to
perform mating activity despite physical readiness, you are incredibly
wasteful of essential genetic material, and your reproductive systems
are chancy at best.  In short, you creatures appear to us to be
kludges, little more than biological crapshoots governed by cognitive
dissonance and logical inconsistency."

"Oh, yeah?" Mom said.  "Well, I sure don't think any of us would want
to change places with you, either."

Then we were again surrounded by blue light, this time, floating down.
As I looked beneath my feet, I could see the features of the
campground develop through the blue.  And then we were standing on the
ground, in the darkness of a Sierra night, surrounded by the
comforting chirrups and chitters of terrestrial night creatures.

Mom turned to me and hugged me as if for dear life.  "Mark, oh, Mark,
we're back.  We're really back.  We're safe.  My head's spinning with
so many thoughts."

My head was spinning, too.  I couldn't forget that we'd just been
abducted and held by aliens, but what was foremost in my memory was my
private trip into space launched by Mom's pussy, and I was extremely
aware, in the here and now, of the press of Mom's breasts against my
chest.  We stood, holding each other, for some minutes, then decided
that the best thing we could do was try to resume a normal life.  And
we were both famished.  But first, we both chugged nearly a half
gallon each of Sierra spring water.  Nothing tasted so good after
Scientist's pure two hydrogen, one oxygen brew.

After I'd lit a fire and got the Coleman stove going, and Mom was
preparing some food, I went into the tent and looked at my watch.  It
was 10:00 p.m., two days after we'd arrived.  Our small lifetime in
space had lasted a little less than 48 hours, it looked like.

In short order, Mom and I devoured a can of Dinty Moore stew and half
a loaf of bread, a large can of string beans, a can of peaches, and I
don't know how many S'mores we toasted over the fire.  Eating the hot
food was an immensely comforting act, a reminder of who we were and
where we came from, what our real necessities were.

Mom stood and said, "Mark, I have to go to the bathroom.  Please come
with me.  I don't feel like being alone for a moment right now."

Before we left the tent area, I tossed a couple more logs on the fire
for no particular reason.  Security, maybe.  When we got to the camp
ground's old two-hole latrine, I opened the door for Mom, prepared to
post myself outside until she was done.  "No, Mark," she said, "I want
you to come in with me.  I mean for any moment, when I say I don't
want to be alone for a moment right now."  We both stepped into the
latrine, and, by the light of the fluorescent lantern, I saw Mom lift
her tee-shirt, push down her panties, and sit, and then enjoyed the
sound of her pee hissing into the pit beneath her.  I pulled out my
cock and took a leak, too, with Mom watching my every move.  Mom
unrolled some toilet paper and unselfconsciously reached between her
legs and wiped herself.  A far cry from the locked bathrooms at home
only three days ago.

As we walked back toward the fire, Mom said, "Mark, would you please
heat some water?  I need to wash up."  She pointed toward her crotch.
"My bush is all crusty," she giggled.

I pumped up the Coleman stove again and put on the largest kettle we
had while Mom fished around in the tent for some soap and a washcloth.
When the water was boiling, she poured some into a basin atop an
upended log near the fire and added cold water until she had a tepid
mixture.  Then she peeled off her tee-shirt and stepped out of her
panties.  She dipped the washcloth in the water, worked up a good
lather, and soaped and rinsed under her arms.  After working up a
fresh lather, she spread her knees and bent them forward, then began
to wash between her legs, slowly, repeatedly placing the washcloth on
her pussy, and drawing it forward.  When she began rinsing, she first
ran the wet washcloth across her breasts.  As she drew the rinsing
cloth between her legs, she squatted a bit more, then raised again,
rocking her hips back and forth.  Her breasts glistened in the light
of the flames, and her nipples stood erect.  When she was finished
with her pussy and her bush, she squatted even lower, then reached
deep between her legs and washed her ass, rocking her hips sideways as
she did.  I watched her in utter silence, and I understood--perhaps
this was a change that had taken place in me during the past 48
hours--that she was not just washing.  She was dancing,
performing--for me.  And the intent of her performance was
unmistakable.

When she'd finished, she tossed her soapy water on the drain stones
near the water faucet and mixed up another tepid basin full.  Then she
held out the soap and washcloth to me and said, "Your turn."

I peeled off my tee-shirt and stepped out of my shorts.  My cock was
pointed straight at the sky.  This time, I was not embarrassed.  I
mimicked Mom's action, washing first under my arms, then turning my
attention to my cock and balls.  As I washed my cock, I stroked
slowly, taking my time, considering each move for effect.  Mom watched
me silently, her eyes glistening in the firelight.  When I'd finished
and tossed the water away, I made it a point to walk around more than
was really necessary, being sure that my erect cock bobbed and swung
right and left in a pronounced way.

"Now," Mom said, "let's go to bed."

In the tent, Mom looked at our two sleeping bags and made a face.
"Mark, won't these sleeping bags zip together into a double?" she
asked.

"Yes, Mom, they will," I answered.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?  I need to be close to you
tonight."

We zipped the two bags together and moved our separate air mattresses
next to one another.  Nude, Mom slipped into the sleeping bag.  Nude,
I slipped in right behind her.

For some minutes, we lay on our backs, shoulder to shoulder.  Then Mom
spoke.

"Mark-o, I don't know quite how to say this, but something in me has
changed.  When the aliens first suggested that we have sex, I was
shocked at the very idea.  It seemed so wrong to me, against all my
upbringing and everything I believed in, and I really thought I'd
never be able to do it.  Then I got frightened that we were never
going to get out of that spaceship, that the aliens would starve us to
death, or maybe take us home with them and we'd never see Earth again.
I began to think about our having sex, that we could do it, and then I
worried about how it might affect you, that it would make you
disgusted with me and perhaps never able to have a real relationship
with a woman.  Then I reasoned, if reason is even the right word, that
I had to do it so that we could survive, that if we survived, we could
rationalize the experience for survival's sake and deal with it later.

"But the instant I felt your cock slide inside of me, I knew that I
had been deceiving myself.  Part of the fear I had felt was fear of my
own desire to make love to my son.  I used every mental trick in the
book to deny my incestuous thoughts.  I may have started reluctantly,
but I finished more than willingly, and I had such an orgasm that I
thought I had blended with the entire universe."

"You, too?" I gulped.

"Yep," she said, "me, too.  Now, tell me the truth:  are you disgusted
and repelled by what I've just told you?"

"Are you kidding?  There's absolutely nothing about you that's
disgusting or repellent to me.  The first night we got here and you
were getting undressed in the tent, I watched your shadow.  That was
the first time I even came close to seeing you nude, and I got such a
hard-on that I was about to go masturbate when you called for me.  I
loved watching you take your clothes off, and I loved watching you
piss and shit.  And when I felt your wet pussy around my cock, I
thought I'd died and gone to heaven already.  I didn't even have words
to describe to myself all that I was feeling."

Mom turned on her side, away from me, and I tucked up next to her, my
rigid cock nestling into the crack of her ass and up the small of her
back.  "I guess you're not all that disgusted," Mom chuckled.

I put my arm over her.  She took my hand and placed it on one of her
breasts, then began squeezing her own breast, using my hand.  Again,
we lay silently for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Then Mom turned on her back again, and I was leaning over her face.  I
lowered my lips down until they met hers, and found hers warm, wet,
and parted.  We kissed long and deep, and when I felt the tip of her
tongue teasing against mine I responded.  I caressed her breasts,
slowly, tenderly, and lovingly, and then let my hand slide down her
stomach and into her marvelous, thick bush.  I scratched her gently
through her bush, as if it were the fur of some small animal, then ran
my middle finger between her legs.  Her pussy was wet, her lubrication
running down between her legs and into her ass.

I slipped my finger around and around her pussy, then dipped it in and
rubbed upward toward her clitoris.  Again and again I repeated that
motion, until her engorged pussy lips were slick with her own love
juices.  Then I began to rub gently on the sides of Mom's clit, using
two fingers, pressing on it lightly as my fingers went by.  Mom moaned
softly.

We kissed and tongued and nibbled.  I kissed her forehead and her eyes
and the end of her nose.  Our tongues dueled in the space between us.

"Lover," Mom said, "the first one was for them.  This one's for us."

She spread her legs wider to let me know that she wanted me to move on
top of her.  I did.  Her pussy was so wet that my hard cock slipped
all around her legs, down between her ass cheeks, and up into her
bush.  She reached down, took my cock, and guided it home.  I was in,
again.

Mom wrapped her arms around my chest and hooked her ankles behind my
knees.  Then she gave me a four-limbed hug that threatened to squeeze
the air out of me.  "Oh, Mark-o," she said, "I can't hold you close
enough, and I never want you to be far away again."

Like two dancers who could sense each other's steps before they were
taken, we rocked and bucked and thrust together, faster, then slower;
coming to a halt, and starting again.  I was her and she was me and we
were one.  And then I could feel that delicious pain starting deep in
my balls and I knew I was going to cum.  My cock swelled and then
exploded, and I pumped spasm after spasm of cream deep into Mom's
pussy.  She met my orgasm with her own, going rigid and clenching my
cock with her pussy until I thought we both were going to burst.  We
clutched each other as if there were going to be no tomorrow.  When we
both exhaled again, it was with a deep groan, a release of pent-up and
denied feelings that neither of us had known we possessed until that
instant.

When we had returned to the tangible world and caught our breath, I
raised up on my elbows and blew gently on Mom's forehead.  I kissed
her on the lips gently, then kissed across her cheek and behind her
ear.  I licked behind her ear and nibbled her earlobe.  Moving my head
away again, I lovingly brushed back the sweat-dampened hair was stuck
to her forehead.

"I love you, Mom," I said.  "I love you."

"And I love you, Mark-o, I love you."

We separated and turned so that we were cuddled up like spoons again,
with me behind Mom.  Then we slept, soundly and more deeply than we
had ever slept before.

When I woke the next morning, I wasn't sure where I was or why I was
where I was or even exactly what was going on.  I was aware of the
pressure of bare shoulders against my bare shoulders and a bare butt
against my bare butt.  Never having slept nude with anyone before, it
took me a moment to begin to get my bearings back again.  I understood
that the nude body against mine belonged to Mom.  A musty sort of odor
puffed out of the sleeping bag when I moved slightly, and then I
remembered making love to Mom last night just before we slept.  And
then I remembered that we'd been abducted by aliens, kept on their
spaceship for nearly two days, and that Mom and I had been forced into
having sex if we wanted to be returned to Earth.

At least, that's what I thought I remembered.  Abducted by aliens?
Forced to have sex with my mother?  Then I remembered Mom's washing
her crotch seductively by firelight.  Seduced by my Mother?  I felt
disoriented, fearful, and slightly queasy as my brain attempted to
cope with the strange facts I was remembering.  All of a sudden, I
wasn't sure what was the real truth and what wasn't any more.

When I turned over to look at Mom, she awoke and turned to me with a
very wide, sleepy smile.  "Good morning, Mark-o," she said.  "How's my
lover-boy this morning?"  She craned her neck and pecked me on the
lips.

"I don't feel so good," I said.  "My head's spinning and I'm not too
sure what's real.  Were we really abducted by aliens?"

"Sounds like we'd better talk a little.  C'mon, let's get going and
find some breakfast."

Mom got out of the sleeping bag and crawled to the door, putting her
beautiful ass and pussy on display.  She zipped the door open, stuck
her head out and looked around, then stood and went outside.  "C'mon,"
she said.  "It's a beautiful morning."

"Mom," I said, "aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Mark," she said, with one of her matter-of-fact looks, "you and I
have been naked together not much more than arms' length from one
another for nearly three days.  The air feels wonderful on my skin,
and we're still the only ones in the campground.  I really don't think
clothes are necessary, do you?"

Mom was logically correct, of course, but walking around naked
outside--with Mom--was going to take a little getting used to.
Naturally, I had a morning hard-on.

Mom looked at my cock, took hold of it like she was shaking hands with
it, and grinned.  "We'll take care of that later," she said.  "Right
now, I feel like my bladder's about to pop."  So we walked to the
latrine and peed side by side, except that it took me a couple of
minutes to convince my hard cock that it was supposed to pee now.

I fired up the Coleman stove again.  We got some orange juice out of
the cooler.  Mom made oatmeal and coffee and toast, and I mixed up a
cup of hot chocolate.  We went back for seconds.  I think we were
still recovering from two days without food.  After we'd satisfied our
hunger, we settled into camp chairs in the sun, Mom with a cup of
coffee and me with my chocolate.

"So," Mom said, "what do you think?"

"That's the problem, Mom.  I don't know quite what to think.  The
whole thing is already beginning to seem awfully unreal.  Like I said,
I'm not even completely sure what's real and what's not right now."

"Are you going to tell anybody about our being abducted by aliens?"

"We have to, don't we?  I mean, not everybody gets abducted by aliens,
and the world needs to know about it."

"What are you going to tell them?"

"Well, um, I'll just tell them what happened, that's all."

"Including that the aliens starved you into having sex with your
mother?"

"Gosh, no, of course not.  We can't tell anybody about that.  Can we?
I mean, in the stories I've read, aliens often force abductees to have
sex, sometimes with aliens or half-breeds, even."

"Mark, put the shoe on the other foot for a minute.  Suppose you were
talking to friends at school, and one of them you knew went on a
camping trip for a week came up to you and said, 'Guess what, guys?
My mom and I were abducted by aliens.'  What would you think?"

"Uhhh, I'd think he was making it up."

"Right.  We didn't exactly come back with postcards and matchbooks to
remind us of our trip, did we?  Now, suppose your friend added the
tidbit that the aliens had forced him and his mother to have sex.
What would you think then?"

"I'd think he was weird.  Why would he want to tell his friends that
he'd fucked his mother?"

"You get my point."

"I guess so."

I got up and walked around the firepit, then just stood in the sun.  I
gave myself to the smell of the forest, which has always been one of
my favorite scents.  Whenever we go to the high mountains, as soon as
we reach the altitude where the scent of the evergreens fills the air,
I can feel a change inside of me.  I feel different and I start to
think different.  The city becomes unreal.  I continued to stand,
inhaling the aroma of the evergreens and the dust, listening to the
squawking of jays and the buzz of the flies, and just thinking.  I was
tremendously aware of the warmth of the dirt under my feet and the
texture of the pebbles, and I understood how much a part of the Earth
I was.  And I remembered that the air in the spaceship was odorless,
sterile, as flavorless as the laboratory-produced water.  The
spaceship didn't smell like the onions from dinner the night before,
like oiled machinery, or even like people.  It was dead.  The Earth
was alive.  I was alive.  The spaceship took another leap toward
unreality.  Maybe I didn't want to remember.

I turned and looked at Mom, who'd shut her eyes and tipped her face to
the sun.  "Mom," I said, "the spaceship's becoming very unreal.  I
think maybe I don't want to remember, and that makes me uncomfortable.
I don't think I've ever wanted not to remember something before."

Mom continued to sit with her face to the sun and her eyes closed.
"When I was a little girl," she said, "my mother and father took me on
a special trip to Disneyland.  I was young enough that my imagination
could make the people dressed up as Disney characters real.  For a few
days, I really was in the Magic Kingdom, where Snow White and Mickey
Mouse walked the streets.  That trip was easily the biggest thing that
had ever happened to me.  But only a few days after we got home again,
I began asking myself whether it had really happened.  All of a sudden
my world was the same as it had always been, the same now as it had
been before we left for the trip.  I began to wonder whether I'd just
imagined it all.

"But I did have a lot of souvenirs from that trip; in particular, an
album of photographs of me on the rides and shaking hands with and
hugging the Disney characters.  Every few days, I'd take those
pictures out and look at them, relive the memories a little, make the
memories real.  After some time, I took the pictures out less
frequently; then, eventually, I didn't take them out at all.  Spending
some time refreshing the memories helped me to store them properly in
my mind, so I knew the trip was real, something I'd really done.  I
saved it instead of letting it be lost to uncertainty.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at," I said.

"I think that memories--unpleasant ones as well as pleasant ones--have
to be stored properly.  I think that if we try to put an unpleasant
experience out of mind too quickly, it does something funny to our
memory storage mechanism, and the incompletely processed memory can
come back to haunt us in strange ways, such as repeated bad dreams we
don't quite understand or sudden paranoia, wanting to look over our
shoulder to be sure nobody's behind us even when we're sure that
nobody is."

"I'm still not sure I understand."

"I think that it would be wise for you and me to be sure that we
process our memories of our abduction correctly.  We can't tell anyone
else about it, so we're going to have to do it ourselves.  And we
don't have any pictures or souvenirs to remind us.  I think we should
talk about it, relive the experience through our words, remind
ourselves that it really did happen.  And I think we'll find that,
kind of like my taking out my pictures of Disneyland, we'll need to
talk about it a lot at first, then less and less, once we have the
memory stored in the right way.  Understand?"

I leaned over and gave Mom a kiss.  "Yeah, now I do.  Thanks, Mom."

"Oh," she said, stretching, "this sun feels so good.  I feel like a
pussycat.  But I also think my teeth need brushing."

We hadn't brushed our teeth for three days, either.  We dug out our
toothbrushes and tooth paste, then brushed our teeth, standing side by
side by the water faucet.

"Now, my boy lover," Mom said, with a mischievous grin, "let's go back
into the tent.  I want to teach you a thing or two."

We crawled into the tent, zipping just the screen shut to keep the
bugs out and rolling down all the window coverings to let as much air
through as possible.  "Lie down on your back," Mom instructed.  I did
as I was told.  Of course.

Mom pressed her chest to mine.  Just the feel of her breasts against
my skin made me hard again.  She gave me a kiss, long, slow, and with
lots of tongue, then said, "Now, here's what I want you to do:  just
lie flat on your back with your hands at your side.  Don't move, and
don't touch me."

With that, Mom started nibbling around my neck and shoulders.  She
nibbled at my ears and stuck her tongue in them.  She kissed and
licked around my chest, and licked and sucked on my nipples.  I felt
as if my sense of touch had been increased a hundredfold.  Every one
of her kisses and licks made me tingle, not just where she touched me,
but in the small of my back, on the soles of my feet, and somewhere
deep inside.

Having done with my chest, she worked her way down to my stomach.  She
kissed, nibbled, and licked, and stuck her tongue in my belly button.
As she was working on my stomach, she also began rubbing my legs
lightly from my knees upward, barely touching, trailing circles with
her fingers, tickling along the inside of my thighs.  It took all my
concentration to lie still.  I wanted to writhe and to touch her, to
give back to her some of the pleasure she was giving me.  I had to
clench my hands into fists to keep control of my body and my
movements.

When her mouth got to the top of my blossoming bush of pubic hair, she
gently cupped my balls in her hand while she kissed and nibbled all
around the edges of my triangle.  Then she moved her head back
slightly and spent a long minute just looking at my cock, which was
stiff to the point of bursting and throbbing just above my body.  She
put her lips right next to my cock, almost but not quite touching it,
and blew all around it gently, her warm breath the touch of butterfly
wings.  The sensation was so exquisite that I just closed my eyes and
let my whole body become part of the feeling.

Then she put her mouth over my cock; again, almost but not quite
touching, so that I could feel the warmth radiating from her and the
steam of her breath.  She began to close her mouth, slowly, slowly,
slowly, until her lips and her tongue were touching my cock so lightly
they almost were not there.  And then she began to move her head up
and down, fucking me with the slightest touch of her lips and tongue.
She was salivating copiously, and it may have been that it was only
the wetness that was actually touching me, so delicate was the
pressure she applied.

Was her mouth better than her pussy?  No.  It was different, a whole
different sensation.  Mom was in complete control.  I was helpless
over the intense pleasure she was giving me.  I couldn't try to get
more--if there was any more to be got--and I couldn't pause or make
her stop.  It was very much like coming, and coming, and
coming--without actually coming at all.

And then I couldn't restrain myself, no matter how hard I tried.  I
felt my orgasm starting, at the outer fringes of my body.  Slowly, the
sensation crept inward toward the center of my groin.  The pressure
and the pleasure built, and built, and built, and I began to explode.

My whole body was so tense that I was sure Mom knew I was coming, and
I expected her to move her mouth away, just as she had on the alien
spaceship.  But she didn't.  Only when I started to spurt did she
close her mouth more tightly, and I could feel her swallowing as my
cock delivered forth spasm after spasm of jism.  But she didn't
swallow the last two or three spasms.  Again, she went motionless, and
let me finish on my own.  Then she ran her tongue, slippery with my
cum and her saliva around and around my cock as it softened slightly.

She lifted her head and looked at me with a broad smile.  Her lips and
teeth were shining, and strips of my jism connected her lips at the
corners of her mouth.  "Give me a kiss, lover," she said.

My stomach lurched.  "Yuck, Mom," I said, before I could catch myself,
"that's gross!"

Her face continued moving toward me.  "Sweetie-pie," she said, "a real
man knows the taste of his own semen."  And then her lips, wet and
open, met mine.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth, carrying with it so much fluid
that I was forced to swallow.  Indeed, I got a taste of my own semen.
A big taste, not just a little one.  What did it taste like?
Maybe...gravy without much flavor?  The taste of a number of meats is
often compared to chicken.  Rattlesnake meat, they say, tastes like
chicken.  Rabbit is described as tasting something like chicken.
What's chicken taste like?  Chicken tastes like chicken, that's what.
What's semen taste like?  Semen, that's what.  But it didn't taste
bad, and it certainly wasn't yucky.  I understood that the act of
sharing fluids like that, my own semen and rivers of Mom's saliva, was
a special kind of intimacy.  And that, I thought, was part of the
lesson I was supposed to learn.

Mom pulled her head away, then lay down on her back, with her arms
against her sides.  "Ok, Mark-o," she said, "I hope you were paying
attention to what I just did to you, because now it's your turn to do
the same to me."

I started with Mom just as she had with me, by nibbling around her
neck and shoulders.  I nibbled at her ears and stuck my tongue in
them.  I kissed and licked all around her breasts--above, below, and
to the sides of each one--then worked my way in to the middle.  I
licked my way around the dark areolae, watching and feeling as their
tiny muscles contracted to wrinkled hardness.  When I got to her
nipples, I exhaled gently, then treated them with the slightest touch
and a lot of saliva, just as she had done to my cock.  I wanted to
feel their grainy hardness in my mouth, to suck, to bite and tug just
a little, but I remembered what she did to me, and I was no more
forceful than a feather's touch and moth wings.

Having done with her chest, I worked my way down to her stomach.  I
kissed, nibbled, and licked, and stuck my tongue in her belly button.
As I was working on her stomach, I also began rubbing her legs lightly
from her knees upward, barely touching, trailing circles with my
fingers, tickling along the inside of her thighs.  I could not help
but notice that she had her hands clenched at her sides, just as I
had.

When my mouth got to the top of her lush bush, I reached between her
legs and gently cupped her ass while I kissed and nibbled all around
the edges of her triangle.  Then I moved my head between her legs and
spent a long minute just looking at the magical slit hiding in the
nest of its own fur.  Touching her knees, I parted her legs more, and
her pussy opened up.  Using the sides of my index fingers, I parted
the two outside lips and looked lovingly at the wet, pink flesh hiding
inside.  I could see her inner lips and her slightly open vagina,
which was leaking a steady small stream of slightly milky fluid down
the crack of her ass.  At the top of her slit, I saw the inner lips
come back together in the hood surrounding her shiny clitoris.

I moved my face in until the lips of my mouth were almost, but not
quite, touching the lips of her pussy.  I could feel not just warmth,
but heat, radiating from her, and I exhaled slowly on her hot flesh.
When I drew breath again, I was aware for the first time in my life of
the smell of a woman, momflesh, soap, a hint of urine, a whiff of me
from last night, and the special and unmistakable smell of a woman in
heat.  I brought my tongue in and licked her wet vaginal opening,
barely, barely, next moving the wetness of my tongue up the sides of
her swelling cuntlips toward her waiting clit.  Then, I learned, pussy
is ever so much more tasty than semen:  salty, and slightly sour.

I licked up one side of her clit and back down the other, down again
over her pulsing hole and as far down toward her asshole as I could
go.  I brought my tongue back up again, and gave Mom's swelling
clitoris the same scarcely touching treatment that she had given my
cock.  So slightly that it was only saliva and pussy-juice touching
her, I licked and sucked her clit.

After some minutes of that, Mom's breath started to come faster and
faster, her flat belly first sucking way in toward her spine, then
pushing out again.  Her breathing turned to panting, and I felt her
begin to quiver.  Then I heard her begin the keen "Eeeeeeeee" sound
she had made on the alien spaceship, and, suddenly, she locked her
legs about my head, forcing my lips and tongue down onto her clit.  I
kept kissing and licking her clit, but hard.  There was now no other
way to do it.

Mom started to vibrate.  For ten or fifteen seconds she quivered, and
then she began to buck her crotch against my face.  My mouth was
buried in her pussy; my nose lost in her bush.  She squeezed my head
so hard that my ears began to ring, and I was slightly worried that
she might crack my skull.

Then her legs relaxed and opened again, and I remembered the last part
of the lesson.  My face glistening with her pussy juice, I moved up
and kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth and releasing a gush
of saliva and her own juices.

"Be in me, Mark."  Her breath was hot against my face.  "Be in me."

I began to move my hips toward her.  "No," she said, in a whisper,
"first move down a little."  When I moved down, she brought her legs
up and placed her ankles on my shoulders.  Then when I moved forward
again, her ass rocked up so that her pussy was pointing almost
straight up in the air.  I had to press my rigid cock forward to get
it lined up with her opening; then, after rubbing my cock back and
forth over her dripping pussy to get it good and wet, I pressed my
weight forward and slid into her.  Deep.  Much deeper that either of
the previous times.  I pushed in through her clasping wetness until I
could go no further.  My pubic bone rested against hers, and I could
feel the hard knob of her cervix against the end of my penis.

Mom let out a long sigh.  "Oooooooh, Mark, that feels so good.  So
good."

I began to move in and out.  The sensation with her hips tilted up was
both different and more intense than when she was lying flat.  When I
moved out, her hips would rock down slightly, and when I moved in, her
hips would raise again with my motion.  The effect was kind of like
see-sawing in and out of her pussy, and my cock would first rub
against the back of her vaginal tube, then against the front.  If I
pushed way in deep, the end of my prick would flick across the tip of
her cervix.  Mom grunted and growled as I see-sawed in and out.

I watched Mom's face, her eyes closed, as we dipped and plunged
together.  Her mouth was in constant motion.  First she'd press her
lips together and appear to bite them a little.  Then she'd grin or
grimace, then drop her jaw down, then move her lips into a pucker.
She'd take a deep breath and hold it, then let it out with a hiss,
then pant several times, then inhale deeply again.

At some point, I looked down at Mom's crotch and realized that I could
see myself fucking my mother.  The sight of my own shining cock moving
in and out my mom's clasping pussy drove me from bursting hard to even
harder.  I watched as I pulled my cock out and Mom's inner lips
followed my rod.  I paused when I could see just the edge of the glans
appear, and Mom gasped.

"Mark, what are you doing?  Don't stop!  Don't leave!"

With that encouragement, I slammed back in with all the force I could
muster, driving deep behind her cervix, rocking down so that my cock
seemed to fill her pussy to the brim.  She squealed, and as I held
her, pinned down by my weight and my cock, her pussy began to clench,
and clench, and clench.  When I looked down again, rivulets of her
pussy juicy were running out and down over her asshole.

I went back to a smooth motion, continuing like that for several
minutes.  Then I pulled out as far as I could without actually coming
out of her pussy, and looked down at our joined sex organs again.  I
watched with fascination as I slipped back into her, then withdrew,
pulling with my cock more pussy juice to run down her ass.  I watched
and I listened, aware with heightened senses of the squelching sound
of a wet fuck.  On one backstroke, I pulled out so far that I almost
lost her, and a bit of air went into her pussy with a small sucking
sound.  Then when I drove in again, the air squeezed out, tickling
past my cock and making a flatulent sound when it exited.

"Box fart," Mom giggled.

I rared back and did it again, and after several long stokes, her
pussy kept making little squishing and farting noises.  I never would
have thought that just fucking could make so much noise, and it turned
me on even more.

Finally, I couldn't pay conscious attention any longer.  I began to
move in and out of Mom, faster and faster.  She started panting in
earnest, gasping for breath, and I increased my stroke and my pace
even more.  I raised up so that I was driving into Mom nearly
vertically, driving, slamming my cock down as deep and as hard as I
could.  Then I went blind and deaf to the world.  I couldn't see and I
couldn't hear, and the only thing that existed was my slamming cock
and Mom's hot, wet pussy.  I felt the pressure rising in my cock and
that exquisite hotness start between my legs.  I made three slow
strokes, all of my body in such a complete state of tension that I was
quivering and nearly paralyzed, then I slammed in deep one more time
and came and came and came and came.

Mindless, I cried out.  "Mom, oh, Mom, oh, oh, oh, Mom!  Aaaaaaargh!"

Mom squealed, then called my name.  "Mark, Mark, Mark,
markmarkmarkmark."

She was quivering so violently I was afraid she was having a seizure.
She made a sound like "Eee-hee, ee-hee, ee-hee," and then she began to
cry.  "Oh, no, yes, oh, no, yes, yes, yes."

After some moments, our quivering settled down.  I took Mom's legs off
my shoulders and let her lie flat again.  I was still semi-hard, and I
stayed inside of her.  I nestled comfortably into her crotch,
supporting my upper body on my elbows.  I looked at her with a mixture
of awe, astonishment, reverence, love, and concern.  "Mom, are you
ok?"

Mom tousled my hair and laughed with glee.  "No, Mark-o, I am most
definitely not ok," she said.  "I am wonderful, more wonderful that
I've been for years; maybe more wonderful than I've ever been in my
life."

"Wow," I said.  "That was really something."

"Yes it was, wasn't it.  You just don't know how special you are to
me.  It can never be that wonderful unless you're with someone you
love and trust completely, someone you feel like you can't get close
enough to.  Maybe we owe those space critters thanks they could never
understand."

Mom locked her fingers behind her head.  The sun had come around onto
the tent while we were in the midst of our most strenuous sexual
exercise, and we were both dripping.  I could see droplets forming
around the several-days' stubble in Mom's armpits, adding their
pungency to the sex-saturated atmosphere in the tent.

"Mom, what is going to happen when we get back home?  I mean, how much
of this is vacation?  I mean, are we just going to go back to life as
usual, as it was before we were abducted?"

"What would you like to see, Mark?"

"Well, I'd, um, you know, I'd like if it weren't quite the same as it
was.  I mean, part of me is scared to death that all this, our new
relationship, will all go away."

"Mark, I've been thinking a lot since the aliens forced us to have
sex.  My responses to you certainly weren't forced.  I think that a
lot of what I had been doing was just what I thought I was supposed to
be doing.  I set my sights on a goal, and then went after it.  In a
way, I had blinders on.  I was doing what I thought I had to do, but I
wasn't doing much else, and I wasn't paying attention to much else.  I
suppose you could say that I've seen the light, no pun intended."

I chuckled.  "Yeah.  I've seen lot of new things too, no pun
intended."

Mom laughed.  "How on earth could we go back to living the way were?
I think it would be impossible to pretend that none of this happened
to us, and psychologically unhealthy, too.  We've walked around naked
together for three days, we've gone to the bathroom side by side, and
we've shared incredible sex.  I'd feel stupid if I tried to go back to
locking the bathroom door and wearing bathrobes all the time.  Yes, I
still have to go back to work and you still have to go back to school,
but we need to include time for ourselves, too.

"Besides," Mom smiled that mischievous grin again, "you've only had
your first lesson."

My cock flexed involuntarily, and Mom squeezed in response.

"One of these days, you'll meet a girl your own age who'll knock you
off your feet, and it will be time for you to be on your own."

"No, Mom, I don't want to meet any girls my own age!"

"It'll happen, Mark.  It has to.  We can enjoy what we have right now,
but it wouldn't be good for you to stay with your mother when you
should be starting a family of your own."

"I can't even imagine that," I said.  "I still have high school to go,
and then college."

"Mark-o, it'll happen faster than you think, believe me.  Faster than
you think.  Trust Mom's judgment on that one."

"So what will we do when we get home?"

"Well, for one thing, I was thinking that we could make a library and
study area out of your room--if you wanted to share my bed with me."

I gulped.  "Mom, I couldn't think of anything I'd like to do better."

We kissed and hugged, and I realized that I was on the verge of coming
again.  All the time that we'd been talking, I'd been flexing my cock
inside of Mom and she'd been squeezing back.  Without moving our hips
and without thinking about it, we'd been fucking while we talked.

"Mom," I croaked, "I think I'm about to--"  And I began to spurt
inside of her.

"Ooh!" Mom said.  Then she let out a low, throaty laugh.

When we finished twitching, Mom rolled her head to one side and
sniffed her armpit.  "Phew!" she said.  "How about if we go for a swim
and find some showers.  I want to be nice and clean for lesson number
two."

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