Incest/Taboo Close Encounters of the Incest Kind

I think this is a pretty good story despite the silly title - it was certainly fun to write! I'm very much looking forward to your reaction, so please make comments both pro and con. I enjoy and appreciate your input.

As always, this is a work of fiction, all characters exist solely within the confines of the story and my imagination (but wouldn't it be nice...). Enjoy!

Looking backwards at how things began so many years ago, it sometimes still feels like a strange dream. So much has changed and we were responsible, at least in part, for all that has come about. It's so odd to think it began because we were lost taking a short cut across the Sequatchie Valley in Tennessee.

Mom and I were traveling back from an overnight visit to a university in Knoxville in early spring of my senior year in high school. It had been a beautiful spring day after a long, miserable and cold winter. Mom decided that instead of driving the interstate, we'd take some back roads to enjoy the sun and scenery as we made our way back home to a small city south of Nashville. I'd had no complaints -- I enjoyed time alone with Mom -- my father mostly being on the road, doing advance work for the construction company he was an engineer for.

Somehow we'd managed to get way off the beaten path and lost and by the time the sun set, we were still hours from home. Mom didn't seem to mind, she'd enjoyed the sunny day and I was having fun teasing Mom about her sense of direction or lack thereof. As the last minutes of light faded away, taking the scenic sight of the mountains on both sides of the wide valley away, we were on a state road that Mom hoped would bring us somewhere closer to civilization. As it was, aside from the far distant lights of a farm or two, there was nothing to see.

We were picking up a classic rock station from Chattanooga and Mom was laughing and moving to the music as I drove. I had to admit that it was a bit hard to focus on the road with Mom cavorting to Van Halen. My mother was a good looking woman of forty-three and didn't look like she was the mother of an eighteen year old. She had shoulder length hair, dark brown -- almost black and brown eyes. Mom was a curvaceous woman -- not fat, but very filled out with a trim stomach that came from countless hours of exercise and trips to the gym.

Mom was well aware of the admiring looks she got from my friends and she'd never admit it, but it pleased her when their eyes would follow her blue jean clad butt across a room or when they would sneak a peek down her blouse whenever given an opportunity. Mom was really well endowed and favored scooped necklines and blouses with a button or two undone, emphasizing her hefty breasts. I will confess that I personally lived for the days she would go sunbathing in our back yard in a small bikini and happily admit that I've masturbated more than once gazing down at her scantily clad body from my bedroom window.

Van Halen had given way to Billy Idol and I was looking forward to seeing what Mom did with "White Wedding," when she paused and looked past me out towards the darkness. "Huh, look at that, John, " Mom said, pointing past my face, her puzzled face illuminated by the dashboard lights. I looked out my driver side window to see a red and white light blinking in the distance. "Is that a plane?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "I think it's moving though." The light seemed to be paralleling us, but in the darkness it was hard to tell how far off it was. "If it is, it's pretty freaking low."

Mom nodded and said, "Well, maybe we're closer to a city than I thought. Maybe there's an airport around here."

"Maybe," I said, glancing at the light, then the road and then the light again. I looked to the road again, confirming that we were the only car around on the long and straight highway.

I checked my speed and was starting to turn my head for another look at the light when Mom screamed, "Oh my God!" I turned to see the light, now a bright ball of red light coming at us at unreal speed. I slammed on the brakes, causing us to skid a moment before we came to a complete stop just as the red light, now bigger than our car flew silently by, only to be followed by a huge gust of wind that actually move our sedan a few feet sideways.

Mom was suddenly next to me on the bench seat, one arm on my wrist and despite the freakiness of the moment, I was keenly aware of her heavy breasts, under her light pullover sweater, mashed up against me. "John, what the hell was that?"

Billy Idol screamed it was a "White Wedding," before I managed to say, "I don't know...maybe a flying saucer?" Mom and I looked at each other for a moment and then we started laughing -- breaking the sudden tension. Then we paused, our bodies still pressed together and a whole new type of tension immediately took shape and Mom looked at me oddly and then with an embarrassed look on her face, eased back from me.

Mom laughed again, a bit more weakly and then said, "Well, before the little green men arrive, maybe we should get going. I'd still like to be home before midnight."

I nodded and began to pull out, but before we traveled twenty feet, Billy Idol's voice on the radio gave way to a squall of shrill interference and then the car sputtered and stalled as we were suddenly bathed in reddish light that illuminated everything around us. I tried to turn the ignition over, but it was dead, not even the starter making a clicking noise. I looked at my mother and said, "Mom?" but she was sitting there, strangely lovely in the reddish light, her eyes wide with fear.

Before she could respond, the light began to shift, becoming whiter while simultaneously I felt a sudden low hum that seemed to start inside me, building until I felt like I was being vibrated. As the intensity of the hum increased, so did the intensity of the white light until it almost blinded me of everything. With one hand, I reached out and found Mom's hand, trying to pull her closer to me again. I was amazed to see the gold bracelet on her hand shining as if on fire, along with her simple gold wedding band.

I looked into Mom's eyes as the light began to crowd everything else out and I felt her hand squeeze mine as the light overtook us, faintly hearing her call out to me, "I love you, son!"

The light and the hum became all -- not painful but simply overwhelming everything else and I couldn't hear my own voice as I cried out to my mother, "I love you, Mom!" Then the world was nothing but a brilliant white light that I was falling into...

I was floating in a sea of brilliant white, feeling totally at peace. Awareness of self came slowly and even when I perceived that things were not normal, it did not upset me...I accepted calmly that everything was as it should be. Gradually my eyes adjusted to my surroundings -- the brilliant white became merely bright, illuminated walls that seemed to have no corners. Judging scale and distance was difficult even as I became aware of THEM.

I marveled as I comprehended the creatures around me, both near and far -- not human...at least as far as I understood humans, but definitely human-like. Bipedal with elongated arms and legs, almost impossibly thin with extended digits that seemed more tentacles than fingers and toes. Huge, oval heads with slits for mouth and nose and enormous eyes, black as blackest night with membrane like lids that closed vertically, not horizontally. One came floating up to me, setting a spider-like construct on my chest and somehow smiling at me. I smiled back, my mind completely at ease with the comprehension that these were aliens...the word extraterrestrial came floating up from somewhere.

He floated away and my attention was diverted to the small construct as it scrabbled about on my body, gradually moving down over my crotch -- its metallic legs ticking as it touched my half erect cock as it passed between my legs. I felt it pause over my ass and then experienced a slight pinching as its legs dug in and spread my butt cheeks.

From a distance, something small approached, silver and gleaming in the brilliant light. It halted in front of me, hovering -- a small, slender rod, maybe six inches long, with a smooth and flawless surface. I suddenly felt movement and for the first time noticed small silver bracelets and anklets on my limbs and intuitively understood they were responsible for movement within what appeared to be a weightless environment.

As I rotated, the spider mechanism spread my cheeks wider and I suddenly comprehended the purpose of the silver cylinder. I didn't react as I felt the rod press against my sphincter, but an amused part of my consciousness reflected that of course this should be expected. I'd been abducted by aliens and was receiving the customary anal probe. The rod slid into me effortlessly and I recalled my physics teacher discussing frictionless surfaces. I felt an unusual but not unpleasant sensation as the cylinder sank deeper into me and then as it seemed to expand or disgorge parts of itself inside me. I also registered my cock hardening as a pleasurable warmth began to spread from my groin area to the rest of my body.

Then some kind of energy coursed through me, making me jerk involuntarily and a cascade of images roared into my brain, making me dizzy and nauseous for a brief moment before I could sort it all out. Images of other worlds and other places came and went, images that went beyond all understanding. And then I realized that I could hear them...

Z: SENSOR ACTIVE - FULL DATA STREAM INCOMING: PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL. MEMORY AND CONSCIOUSNESS FULLY ACCESSIBLE.

J: SATISFACTORY: DATA INDICATES EXCELLENT SUBJECT POTENTIAL: MALE GENDER WITH PRIME HEALTH. COGNITIVE FUNCTION AT ACCEPTABLE SENTIENT LEVEL. INTIATE TOTAL SCAN.

Z: IMPLEMENTED. QUERY: IS SUBJECT'S MATE OF COMPARABLE EXCELLENCE?

J: RESPONSE: STANDING BY TO INSERT SENSOR IN MATE.

I marveled at hearing their voices or minds in my head, but my attention was suddenly diverted by the word 'mate.' I didn't have a mate, but suddenly I realized that I didn't know where my mother was. My calmness began to erode in waves as I was overtaken with concern with Mom.

Z: READINGS SUDDENLY INDICATE EXTREME ANXIETY IN MALE SUBJECT -- MOOD MASTERS CANNOT COUNTER. QUERY: REFERENCE TO MATE RESPONSIBLE?

J: RESPONSE: LIKELY. EMOTIONAL READINGS INDICATE EXTREME ATTACHMENT TO FEMALE SUBJECT. ORIENTATING MALE SUBJECT TO OBSERVE MATE SHOULD ALLEVIATE ANXIETY.

Again, I felt myself moving and then I felt my heart lurch in my stomach as Mom came into view. Calmness was restored as I saw that she was safe and then something more began to grow within me as it dawned on me that I gazed upon my mother in all her naked glory. Mom was floating, her long, dark brown mane spread out around her head, a beatific smile on her face as two of the spider mechanisms crawled about on her naked flesh. In the zero gravity, her large breasts rested lightly on her chest, her nipples, thick like bottle caps, were firm and hard. Between her legs, a thick nest of dark hair was being currently parted by one of the spider things, legs spreading her thick labia to reveal the pink and wet flesh beyond. Something extended from the small machine and probed her cunt, drawing a small sigh from her.

The moment was bizarre but arousing. A long dreamed of desire, was made reality as I was given a long look at my mother, naked as the day she was born. As I looked upon her beauty, she began to rotate until she was facing downward, her breasts now swaying gently, hanging down like immense and full udders. Another spider clambered across her back and down to her full and shapely ass. Mechanical legs extended, spreading her cheeks effortlessly, exposing her little brown hole.

As Mom moved her gaze crossed mine and she gave me an angelic smile -- one that grew wider and happier as another slender, silver cylinder approached her. The cylinder disappeared between her cheeks and her eyes widened as it burrowed itself in her asshole. Her eyes widened more as she felt the sensor sink into her bowels and a funny expression of bliss crossed her face.

Maybe it was because I got to see a long, silver tube disappear up my mother's asshole and maybe it was because I was getting a nice, long look at Mom naked, but I sensed and then felt my cock become fully erect and slap up against my body.

J: SENSOR ACTIVE -- FULL DATA STREAM INCOMING: PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL. MEMORY AND CONSCIOUSNESS FULLY ACCESSIBLE. FEMALE SUBJECT IS IN PRIME HEALTH -- BUT DETECT DISPARITY IN CHRONOLOGICAL EXISTENCE COMPARED WITH MALE SUBJECT. ACCESSING MEMORY TO EXPLAIN.

Z: NOTED. MALE SUBJECT READINGS CHANGING. INCREASED HORMONAL RATE -- CONSISTENT WITH SEXUAL AROUSAL -- SUGGESTS VISUAL STIMULATION BY MATE.

J: CONCUR: SEEING SIMILAR HORMONAL RATES IN FEMALE SUBJECT. EXTERNAL SENSORS DETECTING PHEROMONAL INCREASES IN LOCAL ENVIRONMENT. @#$%^&! SENSORS REPORT DISPARITY IN ASSUMPTIONS. MALE AND FEMALE ARE NOT MATES. MALE SUBJECT IS PROGENY OF FEMALE. QUERY: ARE SENSORS MALFUNCTIONING? DATA REPORTS MATING BETWEEN EARTHERS IS TABOO CONCEPT.

Z: RESPONSE: DIAGNOSTIC INDICATES NO MALFUNCTION. MALE AND FEMALE SUBJECTS IN HEIGHTENED STATE OF SEXUAL AROUSAL DESPITE FAMILIAL RELATION. EXPANDING SENSOR CONTACT -- ACCESSING SUBCONSCIOUS OF MALE SUBJECT TO EXPLAIN ANOMOLY. SUGGEST DOING LIKEWISE TO FEMALE SUBJECT.

J: ACCESSING. ACCESSING. REPORT: ANOMOLY...ANOMOLY...SENSOR REPORT INDICATE PRESENCE OF HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}. QUERY: CAN PRESENCE OF HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~} BE CONFIRMED IN MALE SUBJECT?"

I couldn't follow everything I was hearing from the aliens, but part of me was calmly mortified that they could somehow pick up on my secret desires of my mother. I sensed a change in emotion from the creatures and that somehow they were surprised by some aspect of my revealed incestuous feelings for my mother

Z: RESPONSE: CONFIRMED -- CONFIRMED -- CONFIRMED. SENSORS REPORT HIGH CONFIDENCE IN PRESENCE OF HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}

J: EXPAND AND SHARE.

There was almost an urgency in J's request and then I felt a strange tingle in my mind and then everything that makes me, me, was opened up, unleashing a torrent of my most private thoughts...

*Mom sunbathing...her body covered by nothing but a few scraps of dark blue cloth, barely concealing her nipples and not quite hiding the thick bush of hair between her legs. Her body is tan and gleaming with sweat and oil and she looks so fuckable -- providing her son in his bedroom with a secret pornographic fantasy as I slowly stroke my cock as I imagine spreading those long, shapely legs and peeling back her bikini panties and letting myself sink into her sweet warmth...

*Sitting in church next to Mom -- Dad dozing on her other side, while Reverend Willis drones on and on, my attention focused on Mom's blouse, accidentally gaping open, revealing the swell of one breast rising above the black lace half-cup of her bra, the dim light suggesting more than revealing an exposed aureole. My cock hardens in my pants, extending along one leg and my hand moving to cover up the lump inspired by my mother. She glances at me, catching me looking at her and smiles -- her hand reaching for mine and squeezing it briefly while I sigh in relief that she doesn't notice the erection she has inspired...

*Mom asleep on the couch as we watch an old movie, her feet resting on a pillow on my lap, never realizing that my eyes are on her crotch -- her cotton shorts pulled taut against her mound, shaping itself to her pussy -- offering me a deliciously exciting camel toe that I will imagine in my dreams for months to come...

*Secretly peeking at Mom as she leaves her bedroom with a bath towel around her luscious body, revealing long legs and the exposed upper halves of her heavy breasts, hurrying to the bathroom for her evening shower. When I hear the shower going, I slip quietly into my parent's bedroom, ear open for the shower to stop or Dad to wake up from his evening nap to come upstairs to bed. I quickly go to the clothes hamper and take the panties lying there -- freshly deposited there by my mother and hurriedly retreat to my bedroom where I masturbate while smelling the scent of my mother's cunt -- imagining the smells to be from arousal for me, imagining myself licking Mom's wet and open pussy before I climb between her thighs and fuck the woman of my dreams, my hand taking me to the point of no return when I quickly wrap the silk undies around my cock so that I am touching that which was recently touching Mom's cunt when I began to shoot...

*Walking across the campus in Knoxville, hand in hand with my mother -- enjoying the time we are sharing and pretending in my mind that we are more than mother and son, that we are a couple -- girlfriend and boyfriend -- husband and wife -- passionate lovers, aching as we rest near a fountain to lean into her and kiss like I've dreamed of doing for years. I know that if I live a thousand years, I will never find anyone I could love more. If only...

A thousand images -- a million images flash by -- examining my life and dreams -- including endless fantasies of many girls and women, but dominated by the dream-lover image of my mother -- the most important and beloved woman in my life. I see all that even as I see my naked mother, floating several feet away -- her eyes wide with calm amazement as she stares back at me, her lips slightly parted and her breasts moving slightly faster while a reddish flush emerges on her chest, neck and face.

J: REMARKABLE. I CONFIRM PRESENCE OF THE HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}.

Z: QUERY: DOES THE FEMALE SUBJECT RECIPROCATE? EXPAND AND SHARE.

Suddenly my mind is filled with images not my own and it is several seconds before I comprehend I am sharing the aliens' observations of my mother's heart and soul even as I try and wrap my mind around what it is I experience...

*I look in the mirror approvingly after trying on countless swimsuits. I think this one reveals more of me than any other I own, my breasts practically bursting free of the thin blue ribbon that covers my breasts. I consider trimming my bush as I see countless black hairs peeking out the sides of my bikini bottom. It's perfect for the show I intend to put on. Outside, I slowly spread the oil over my mostly naked body, knowing without seeing that upstairs, John is watching. As the sun bakes me, a more than erotic heat spreads through me as I imagine my son stroking his hard penis -- aroused over me. I shift and scissor my legs as my pussy burns and aches for him, imagining how he would feel sliding into me. I am so wet...

*I am frozen in place, watching secretly as my son showers, the towels I brought in to put in the linen closet forgotten. Although the glass is steaming up, I can clearly see his soapy hand stroking his penis...no, his cock -- my son's long and thick magnificent cock and I am amazed at the feelings seeing his manhood arouses in me. I imagine him taking his father's place in my bed -- virile and potent and anxious to please me as I know he would with such a fine piece of cock flesh. My nipples thicken and harden as I idly stroke my jean covered crotch, my arousal so strong, I can feel the heat through the heavy denim...

*I stand at the kitchen window watching my son and two of his friends toss a football around. They are so beautiful with their shirts off and their youthful, strong bodies slick with sweat. His friends are sexy and handsome, but I only have eyes for my John. I don't care that he's my son -- in fact I know that it makes my infatuation for him that much more exciting. My desires for my son grow stronger with each passing year. As I imagine kissing his muscular chest, licking his pebble hard nipples, I slip a hand under the waist of my cotton shorts and my plain white panties and find my sex wet and slick...the thick nub of my clitoris already unhooded and throbbing with need. I finger myself -- my other hand cupping my braless breast under my blouse, pinching my swollen nipples. I have three fingers inside me as I orgasm, imagining it to be my son fucking me...

*I walk into John's room, recognizing the smell of semen even before I reach his hamper. I know he jacks off often, but almost always in the morning before he goes to school. I reach into the hamper and pull out the briefs there and bring them to my face, inhaling the scent of urine and sweat and young man and young man's sperm. I feel my labia throb and swell with arousal as I unfurl the wadded up cotton, knowing I will find a cooling but fresh pool of semen slowly soaking into the cotton. A thrill races through me, acknowledging that what I do is forbidden and awful, but I cannot help myself, I extend my tongue and lap up my son's semen, imagining his cock is in my mouth, offering his seed to me fresh and hot...

*It's silly, but I feel like a young woman in love again...or maybe truly in love for the first time. I love my husband, but this emotion, this desire I have to be with my son outstrips anything I ever felt David. As John and I walk around this campus, my hand in his, my heart simply soars with joy. His voice, his touch remind me how for years I have fallen in love with my only child. For a brief moment I can see us as we should be -- linked heart and soul. We sit by a water fountain and on impulse, I toss a quarter in. When John asks me what my wish was, I smile and say nothing, but wish he would just lean over and kiss me...kiss me like I was his woman, his wife, his lover. If only...

A virtual flood of my mother's memories cascade through my mind becoming for an instant my own. Her dreams and desires -- her loves and crushes and fantasies. I see her making love to Dad -- to a young man in high school -- to a young woman in a dorm room. I even catch a fleeting glimpse of a long ago fantasy of my mother, scarcely an adult spreading her legs for a younger version of my grandfather, but at the heart of her dreams and desires is me -- her only child -- a yearning for me in every way that is so intense it is only matched by my own desires for her. As the images dissipate, the last thing I see from Mom's point of view is myself, floating naked before her, my cock erect and pressing against my stomach, bigger and more swollen than she ever imagined possible.

J: CONFIRMED. THERE ARE CLEAR INDICATIONS OF THE HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~} IN BOTH SUBJECTS. ANOMOLY...ANOMOLY. KNOWN DATA CONTRADICTS THIS POSSIBILITY DUE TO ESTABLISHED SOCIETAL NORMS.

Z: CONCUR, HOWEVER INDICATORS OF HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}POINT TOWARDS EITHER ERROR IN DATA OR EVOLUTION OF SENTIENCE LEVEL.

J: QUERY: EXAMINE DATA FOR CAUSAL FACTOR OF SOCIETAL NORMS. NOTE: ELEVATED SEXUAL AROUSAL IN BOTH SUBJECTS INDICATE READINESS AND NEED TO MATE.

Z: RESPONSE: CAUSAL FACTORS ARE PRIMARILY RELIGIOUS IN NATURE BORN OVER GENECTIC SAFETY MEASURES. MAINTAINING GENECTIC SANCTITY TO PRESERVE HEALTH OF SPECIES IS OVERRIDING FEATURE OF TABOO.

J: CONCUR: AS PRIMARY ON THIS MISSION, DECLARE 1ST DIRECTIVE POSSIBILITY. THIS SPECIES IS CAPABLE OF PRIME SENTIENCE.

Z: CONCUR. QUERY: ALL INDICATORS POSITIVE. ALL SENSORS ACTIVE AND READY TO DOCUMENT ELEVATION TO PRIME SENTIENCE.

J: RESPONSE: PROCEED IMMEDIATELY.

I confess that I did not understand most of what I heard -- primarily my thoughts being occupied with the comprehension that my mother harbored deep and powerful incestuous thoughts about me -- images that almost stunned and awed me and still raced through my brain as well as the sudden sureness that if the aliens had allowed me to see Mom's thoughts, then she must have been privy to mine. Although alarmed, something was keeping me calm despite having the knowledge that my mother knew my most intimate feelings for her

I suddenly comprehended that I was moving and that I was moving towards my mother. My cock throbbed as she rotated and swung upwards to face me -- her breasts heaving with passion -- her nipples swelled with blood to the point of bursting. I felt hot wetness on my stomach -- precum drooling from my cock. Mom's labia were thick with arousal, spread wide to reveal the sopping wet flesh of her cunt, juices pouring from her to hang suspended in tiny globules like glittering, erotic ornaments in mid air.

As we neared each other, I could feel the heat of her arousal as if Mom was running a fever and she moaned wordlessly at my approach -- her dark eyes traveling back and forth between my immense erection and my own brown eyes. I could see desire and love in her eyes and prayed that she saw that love and need reflected in my own eyes. Despite our bizarre circumstances, I was completely focused on the fact that my naked body was about to meet Mom's naked body and that she appeared aroused at the prospect.

Immobilized, we met on a collision course, our bodies gently bumping into each other -- her large, soft breasts pillowing out against my chest -- hard, knobby nipples scraping across my skin while my cock softly pressed into her stomach, my heavy, sperm filled balls brushing against her hairy muff. We drifted face to face -- lips less than an inch apart, eyes communicating the hunger and love we had for each other. I ached to tell Mom how much I loved her and then kiss her forever. A strange energy seemed to build wherever our bodies touched, fueling our passion for each other.

There was a sudden burst of violet light and our bodies were wrapped around each other out of primal instinct before we both realized our immobility had ended. I pulled Mom tightly to me as she pressed her lips to mine, pausing only a second before offering me her tongue. My mother mewled happily into my mouth as our tongues danced and cavorted, savoring the moist and textured sensation of flesh against flesh.

Mom raised her legs up to encircle my waist, hunching her mound against my groin, both of us oblivious to floating aimlessly in whatever we were in. My hands roamed up and down Mom's sides -- enjoying the creamy softness of her skin before I reached down and gripped her by her full, but firm ass cheeks and lifted her up, her breasts dragging against my chest as I felt her slick lips kiss my cock. I paused as I felt the head of my erect penis slip into position against her wet and flowered cunt and then I flexed my hips and we both cried out as I slid half of my thick cock into my mother's pussy!

"I love you, Mom, " I sobbed as I felt my cock slide along her pulsating, clasping flesh, spreading her tight cunt channel as I flexed my hips again and sank all the way into her womb -- my pubic hair becoming entangled with her soft, curly bush.

Mom kissed me as her arms tightened around me, fingernails clawing into my back as she thrust her pelvis against me, seeking to impale herself deeper on my long, hard dick. Her pussy was like a furnace -- fiery juices bathing my shaft as her flesh massaged her child's cock. She sucked on my lower lip before ending our kiss to reply, "I love you, John -- my sweet baby boy. I love you!"

We began to move together, taking only seconds to move into sync with each other, thrusting and rolling hips to wonderful effect -- making each other moan with incestuous pleasure as what seemed like a lifetime of denial yielded to our love and lust. We were oblivious to those beings watching us -- lost in each other, hungry to possess each other as only lovers can. Only the occasional and pleasurable pulse of the anal probes -- the sensors in us reminded us of our strange situation, but we savored the pleasure and ignored everything else -- all that mattered were each other.

We tumbled mindlessly about, our movements determined by our fucking -- my cock slamming hard into Mom's pussy or slowly pumping in and out between her slick, hungry labia. There was no up or down -- there was simply skin upon skin, tongue upon tongue and cock inside pussy -- each sweet coming together bringing us closer together -- our carnal lust binding us as neither of us had ever experienced.

As we came closer to orgasm, we seemed to merge into one being -- anticipating each other's requests and needs -- shifting my hips just so to allow my cock to touch her in a special place -- Mom tightening her cunt muscles at the right moment to make withdrawal that much sweeter -- kisses that seemed so intimate as to finally make one understand the term 'soul kiss.'

From within her magnificent and heaving breasts, I could feel Mom's heartbeat aligning with my own -- both becoming stronger for the joining -- sending blood pounding through our veins, expanding the touch of the intense pleasure beginning to build within us. We fucked relentlessly, our mouths hanging open between kisses in expressions of awe at our erotic and incestuous joining -- the knowledge that we were mother and son only fueling the intensity of what was happening between us.

Mom's thighs tightened around my waist even as her hips moved at unreal speeds, meeting my hard thrusts on equal terms -- gasps of "I love you" intermixed with ""Fuck me" as we banged our way towards glory. The energy produced by our touch went from a blaze to an intense conflagration, enveloping us in a joy born of love and carnality as we became were swept up in something bigger than either of us.

Mom stiffened and then arched her back, pressing her cunt hard against my cock as she exploded in orgasm -- cunt cream coating my cock as she tightened her wet, slick flesh around my throbbing meat. The sweet fire of her cunt triggered my own explosion and I writhed against her, forcing my cock a fraction deeper into her womb as I began to ejaculate, flooding my mother's pussy with streamer after streamer of sizzling semen which triggered an even greater orgasm in her as we came together in a bone jarring, mind expanding release of sex and love and achieved...HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}.

Even now I cannot fully explain what happened, the closest I can come is to say we achieved the nirvana of intimacy -- a long extended moment of incestuous pleasure that transcended love and lust to become something greater. We were simply one -- joined together mind, body and soul -- totally aware of each others thoughts and emotions, transposing consciousnesses and transcending the telepathy or whatever it had been that we had shared with the aliens. Love had reached its highest potential for us and for a deliriously sweet and erotic moment, the universe itself seemed to open wide and reveal itself. Pleasure itself was too inadequate a word to describe it.

Even as we peaked and our mutual orgasm began to wane, we could not end what had happened. Although our consciousnesses separated, we were now joined in such a way that we would never be completed parted on any level -- be it physical, mental or metaphysical. I was enveloped by Mom's body, her arms and legs wrapped possessively around me even as we drifted -- her pussy throbbing lovingly around my cock which did not lose its erection.

As we drifted, lips joined as we kissed lazily, we both again felt the presence of the others and their excitement with what they witnessed.

Z: PRIME SENTIENCE CONFIRMED. HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~} ACHIEVED -- THE MISSION IS BLESSED TO BE WITNESS TO THIS RACE'S STEP TOWARDS MATURITY!

J: CONCUR - HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}REALIZED AND 1ST DIRECTIVE JUSTIFIED. 1ST DIRECTIVE MUST PROCEED ACCORDINGLY. QUERY: WHAT SHALL BE THIS SPECIES' GIFT?"

Z: RESPONSE: CONSIDER PRIMARY OBSTACLE IN THIS RACE ACHIEVING HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}. IF SOCIETAL TABOO RESTRAINTS ARE TO BE SURPASSED, 1ST DIRECTIVE GIFT IS OBVIOUS.

J: CONCUR: AVENUE OF 1ST DIRECTIVE GIFT CLEAR. QUERY: DO SENSORS INDICATE SUBJECT COUPLING CONCLUDED?

Z: RESPONSE: NEGATIVE. SENSORS INDICATE SEXUAL AROUSAL HAS BEGUN TO BUILD AND SUBJECTS ARE STILL IN COITUS. SITUATION OPTIMUM.

J. CONCUR -- INITIATE DNA RESEQUENCE.

Again, much of what we heard or overheard made no sense, not that we cared. Mom and I needed no spoken words to resume our dance of love -- in truth, even in the aftermath of our first bout of lovemaking, we had never truly stopped making love. Mom's pussy flexed around and kissed my semi-hard shaft buried and held deep within her womb, the heat of her juices combining with my hot semen to keep us both aroused and gently moving together, never quite letting our incestuous pleasure fade.

We nuzzled and brushed lips against each other until finally again our tongues snaked out to meet and join and create a more satisfying existence than was experienced apart. As we kissed, our passion swelled again, Mom moaning happily as my cock grew inside her, plunging deeper into her sperm filled womb.

We moved as one organism in perfect time with each other, writhing about in an incestuous ballet through the ether. Our close embrace of our first joining relaxed so that we could explore each other more. Mom arched her back as I thrust into her, lifting her meaty and succulent breasts up as an offering. I ducked my head, closing my mouth around a swollen, turgid nipple, sucking at my mother's breast for the first time since infancy. Mom groaned with pleasure as I playfully nipped at the throbbing nub with my teeth.

As we floated along, I took Mom by the hips and gently rotated her on my cock, spinning her around until she faced away from me. Sighs slipped from her lips as she stretched out in front of me, legs swinging behind to lock herself in place as she flexed her body, driving her pelvis back to impale herself deeper upon my cock, screwing her hips to take more of me inside her.

I rolled us until I was lying horizontal with Mom atop me, riding me like a horse, her tight cunt clinging to my cock flesh as she slid up and down my thick cock. The intimate sense of each other grew with every moment our flesh merged into one. Mom looked like a goddess astride me, her toned legs curled underneath me, heels pressing into my ass as she rode me, never letting me quite escape her pussy's greedy clasp.

Sexual energy played out through our bodies, linking us together in an intimate bond that defied description. On the periphery of our comprehension, we both were aware of other things happening -- of unknown energies playing across our bodies, enveloping us within the embrace of cosmic change even as we touched heaven ourselves joined cock and cunt.

We fucked and loved for time beyond measure -- our bodies free of any limits of endurance -- my pleasure keyed to bringing Mom pleasure beyond understanding. We again reached that unattainable plateau where we became of one mind -- my pleasure mixing with Mom's pleasure to become a new and erotic entity that devoured us both, merging us into one consciousness that made us aware of every molecule -- every atom of our sexually joined bodies, filling every fiber of our being with carnal joy beyond description.

Mom's orgasm -- long a continuous onslaught of incestuous pleasure blossomed to new heights and I felt her reach the pinnacle, her body stiffening as she pressed back against me, my chest against her back -- my arms wrapped tightly around her, cupping her breasts ands squeezing handfuls of tit flesh between my fingers as Mom ground her cunt down on my cock and willed me to cum with her. Our co-joined orgasms took us to that last, perfect place and we were one with the universe and with each other -- me experiencing the mind shattering pleasure that erupted from her cock-filled cunt and roared through her body while I shared with her the intense point of no return gratification brought about by releasing another torrent of hot semen into her womb.

We turned and spun until we were facing each other again, kissing while we wept with the pure joy of our joining, savoring each other's bodies and souls as our mutual orgasm spun on and on and on, growing stronger even as the white light surrounding us grew more brilliant, enveloping us as if our orgasms had been given substance of their own, filling us with rapturous joy until we were consumed by it -- the brilliant radiance becoming all...

Fleeting moments of incestuous joy rippled through my thoughts and dreams until I long after I was aware of regaining consciousness. My joyous memories were torn asunder as someone shook me, hollering in my ear, "Goddammit, boy -- why the hell are you smiling?"

Reality hit me like a cold slap and I found myself belted into the passenger side of Mom's car, a man with a long, skinny face and a thick mustache glaring at me. Behind him, I became aware of flashing blue lights and then recognized that he was wearing the uniform of a Tennessee State Trooper. I jerked up, the shoulder belt restraining me harshly as I cried out, "Mom?"

"She's coming around," a woman's voice said and I swung my head to see Mom behind the driver's wheel, also strapped in, head tilted forward and eyes closed -- an angelic smile on her face. A woman in a paramedic's uniform was crouched in the open door on the driver's side, gently shaking Mom's shoulder. The woman, a dark haired Hispanic woman glanced up at me. "She's okay, son. You want to tell us what happened?"

I didn't know what to say -- the last vestiges of what had happened -- the pleasure of being cock deep in Mom's pussy fading even as I tried to make sense of things. It was daylight and we were in the car and appeared to be in a field of clover. As I gazed at my surrounding through the windshield, I was astonished to see a water tower off in the distance -- one that I recognized, painted with stripes in our high school's colors. It stood at the edge of the town we lived in. We were home.

"Boy," the state trooper said, snapping his fingers in front of my face to draw my attention. "How the hell did you get this car into this field? You're fifty feet from the highway and there aint a single tire track."

"John?" Mom was awake and looking as confused as I was. She reached out for me and I took her hand and squeezed it. In the space of a heartbeat, I relived all that happened and so did Mom and between us in the time it took to look into each other's eyes, we came to a silent agreement that what had happened stayed between us.

I looked at the state trooper and said, "I don't know -- the last thing I remember was driving in the Sequatchie Valley...last night?"

The state trooper shook his head. "You were reported missing yesterday morning by your daddy."

I glanced at Mom and she said, "We were coming home from Knoxville -- wasn't yesterday Sunday?"

"No, honey," replied the paramedic, flashing a light in Mom's eyes. "It's Tuesday morning."

"Y'all got some explaining to do," added the trooper.

But in the end we couldn't. There was a mild uproar over our brief disappearance and reappearance. All we told them was that we'd been driving home Sunday evening, saw some strange lights and then we were waking up in that farm field a day and a half later. There were lots of questioning by local authorities, the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation and ultimately, some creepy guys in cheap, black suits. We half expected the Men in Black to show up and flash everyone's memories. The worst thing we dealt with was Dad -- a very orderly and logical type -- an engineer with an automobile manufacturer. Dad liked every thing to fall into place -- to make sense and this didn't and it pissed him off.

The Black Suits weren't much happier, questioning us over and over again and not liking our answers. Finally, they gave up, suggesting strongly before they left that we avoid taking our story to the media and taking it upon themselves to have the local sheriff announce that the investigation revealed a default in our car's exhaust system that had led to mild carbon-monoxide poisoning, resulting in us driving in a drug-like haze over a hundred miles to wind up in that field of clover. A "miracle drive" with "angels watching over us," is how the Nashville news media described it.

Through it all, while in the hospital getting checked over and down at the sheriff's office being questioned, Mom and I had no moment to ourselves -- our private communication limited to meaningful glances at each other from across rooms. When we were released, there was Dad, still demanding answers and unsatisfied with what he heard. That first evening home, I was banished to my room and late into the night, I could hear Dad arguing with Mom, repeatedly stating that, "This damned thing doesn't make any sense, Candace." I ached to talk to Mom -- wandering what would happen next, if anything. In some ways, everything had seemed like an incredible erotic dream and I wondered if it was a dream I could ever recapture.​