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 in 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 waking 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 have 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."