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[This was my first attempt at writing porn, and how Parthenogenesis
was born.]

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 loss of 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 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 cumming.

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 supposed 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 our 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 said, "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."

"What's that have to do with our abduction?"

"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 cumming, and 
cumming, and cumming--without actually cumming 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 
cumming, 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 
cumming 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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