Incest/Taboo Close Encounters of the Incest Kind

My return to school the next day was a long and dreary one -- I stolidly endured much kidding from my classmates and hurried home as soon as the dismissal bell rang. At home, there was a towering silence between Mom and Dad, his face set on permanent scowl between pointed questions that we both could only answer with, "I don't know."

That night, I lay in bed, looking out at the night sky, my heart beating a little faster each time I saw a blinking light in the sky, but knowing deep down that each was simply a plane passing by. I couldn't sleep, my thoughts constantly drifting to my mother and how I ached for her touch. Wispy patches of memory of making love to Mom swirled through my mind, my cock rock hard in response although I somehow resisted the urge to masturbate. All evening as I had considered that maybe I did imagine it all -- no matter the cause, all I had to do was look at Mom and into her eyes and I knew that I had made love to her. As we exchanged glances, I could see Mom's face, screwed up in utter ecstasy when my cock was buried deep in her womb.

It was after midnight and the house was utterly quiet when I heard the knob on my door begin to turn. When the door opened, Mom stepped through, illuminated by the dim light of a half moon streaming through my window. She was wearing a silk slip, the front cut low, breasts straining against the spaghetti straps holding it up. The hem was mid thigh. Mom peered into the dimness of my room and whispered, "John, are you awake?"

I sat up and Mom let out a little whimper and rushed into my arms, climbing up on the bed and sitting on her knees, pulling me against her voluptuous breasts while I held her tight. In a low, passionate voice, Mom said, "It did happen, John. You and I know the truth and whatever the reason why it happened, it did happen and I'm glad it did!"

We kissed then, Mom's open lips pressing against mine as our tongues greeted each other like long lost lovers. In that instant of passionate contact, all the shadows blurring our memories were stripped away and we both knew each other again as we had aboard the alien ship or whatever it was. Her love for me was as clear and evident as if she had screamed it from the county courthouse rooftop for all the world to know. My love for my mother was equally recognized by her -- in her kiss, I could her certainty and delight in the knowledge of her son's desire and love.

Mom pushed me down onto my back, stripping away my blanket to revel in my nakedness -- my erect cock proudly standing in tribute to her. Smiling lovingly down at me, Mom straddled me, pulling her slip up and over her head, revealing her nakedness to me. I reached down between my mother's legs, sliding fingers through her bush, feeling her wet labia part for me, proving her desire for me was as real and tangible as anything on Earth.

Mom positioned herself above my hard, long penis and as if we'd been lovers for years, expertly impaled herself on my cock, slowly sliding her cunt down the length of my shaft in one deliciously sweet motion. Mom's pussy was on fire and so incredibly slick and tight, like molten silk.

Our union of bodies was matched by our union of minds. Locked in incestuous intercourse, we became one being -- our thoughts and needs and desires utterly known to each other as the sweetness of our illicit fucking blending with our memories of unbridled passion from days before. Mom's eyes were locked on mine as she rode me, her pussy clasping my cock tightly as she slid up and down, her pussy juices a passionate flood that quickly coated my throbbing dick. My hands reached up and cupped her heavy, bouncing chest, fingers closing around her swollen nipples, feeling her heart thrum powerfully in the pulse of blood that engorged her nipples.

My mother's soft moans and sighs were music to my ears, fueling my desire to please her to make her scream and cum even as she made me feel more incredible pleasure than I could scarcely believe existed. The sensation of her cunt flesh wrapped tightly around my cock was incredible -- the tight yet butter soft touch of her flesh, kissing and massaging my cock, squeezing and sucking it in such a way that every wave of pleasure made the hair on my arms stand straight up.

I saw Mom begin to lose control of her expression as she became slack-jawed with pleasure. Grabbing her by the hips, I rolled us over, thrusting deep as I lunged forward to squelch her cries of passion with a kiss. My hands roamed over her thighs and down to her ankles which I lifted up high, draping her long, shapely legs over my shoulders, almost rolling her up into a ball as I continued to kiss her while I thrust my cock into her motherly pussy again and again.

Mom fell over the edge into orgasm and I could hear her thoughts of joy and glee as she surrendered herself to primal, carnal pleasure, her thoughts screaming to me, "FUCK ME, JOHN! FUCK YOUR MOTHER! FUCK ME HARD, SON!" Mom screamed into my mouth as I began to slam my cock into her pussy hard and fast -- taking her orgasm to an even more intense level, her body becoming spastic as incestuous pleasure washed over her.

As her orgasm peaked, I let myself go, my turn to cry into her mouth as I felt my seed begin to spray her womb with jet after jet of thick semen. Mom's orgasm found new life and we clung to each other as we burned in carnal delight, completing our union to become one body with two mutual souls.

As we reveled in the glory of our incestuous love, we realized we were not alone -- that another spark of life accompanied us, faint, but furiously alive and as comprehension of what it was quickly dawned on us, its very existence took us higher, bringing us together in a whole new way, cementing our love for each other and confirming to our souls that we were meant to be together.

It was only in the sweet aftermath of our climax as we lay together, Mom cuddled up on top of me -- my cock resting against her still pulsating cunt that my Mom whispered to me in a teary and happy voice, "We're going to have a baby, son. You put a baby inside me, John."

I kissed Mom and replied, "Yes, we're going to have a baby -- there's a little girl inside of you...our little girl, Mom."

Mom laughed with joy. "Yes, you're right, honey. It's a girl. How can we know that? Are we crazy? What's happening?"

I hugged Mom too me, trying to think of the right answer. A line from an old science fiction movie drifted up from my memory and I cribbed it. "I don't know, Mom, but I think...I know, it's something wonderful. How or why...I don't really care -- I'm just glad that it's happened. We were allowed to know the truth and not lose our chance. I love you and I want to be with you forever."

Mom nodded and kissed me, long and slow, our tongues savoring the taste of each other. "I am your woman now, son, forever and a day. I don't know how, but I can feel it in my heart that it will all work out." She kissed me again, her hand slowly caressing my stomach and then wrapping around my semi-erect cock, rousing me up and filling me with desires that I knew would never fade or grow stale. As we began to make love again, words were not necessary. Ever touch of our skin, every thrust into wetness, every kiss confirmed to both of us that things would indeed work out.

And things did work out -- not without some conflict and some stress. When it became obvious in early summer that Mom was pregnant, Dad bluntly asked her if it was his child and when Mom said no and refused to reveal the father, Dad left, divorcing Mom and transferring to an out of state division of his company.

Times were hard for a time -- money was tight, especially with Mom insisting that I go to college. I did go and worked part-time and between that and Mom's share of the divorce settlement, we got by While times were difficult, the love that Mom and I shared saw us through, our love and commitment to each other growing stronger with each passing day that our baby grew inside Mom's womb.

The third day of January of the next year, Mom gave birth to our daughter, who we named Angel...our gift from heaven. From birth, she was special and unique with large, soulful brown eyes and a shock of platinum blonde hair that amazed Mom's doctor and the nurses. Right from the start, she seemed more aware than children usually were, calmer, more comprehending and more curious, almost always wearing a beatific smile as she explored and absorbed the world around her.

As she grew, people remarked on her ethereal beauty with her slender build, large, expressive eyes and long, almost silver hair, commenting that she was like an elf out of the fantasy novels I'd read as a teenager. And our Angel was smart -- Mom and I quickly recognizing that she was smarter than either of us. She was more at peace with the world as well, fascinated with people and with nature and with the skies...

After I graduated from college, I took a teaching job in a small Tennessee town in the middle of the Sequatchie Valley. Mom and I bought an old farm house in the middle of the boonies to renovate and live. Many nights, Mom and I would sit with Angel and stare at the multitude of stars in the skies above us. Neither of us were surprised when one night, our nine year old daughter reached out to take us both by the hand and with her eyes turned to the stars, said happily, "They're coming back, you know, when the time is right."

Mom and I shared a knowing glance. We'd never talked with Angel about how things had begun, but she had long demonstrated a prescience that belied her age and experience. That our daughter knew that her mother was her mother too was something else that we hadn't discussed, but she had commented on it as a child as if it were something natural and ordinary.

Puberty reached out and touched our daughter at the age of eleven and by the time she was a teenager, she had developed into a very lovely young woman, with an otherworldly sexuality that all picked up on -- tall and voluptuous and mature beyond her years. I spent much of her teenage years being the grouchy, protective father with her boyfriends and admirers,

Angel seemed mostly oblivious to it all, even to the effect she had on my mother and I -- Mom amused and appreciative as she reaped the benefit of the sexual arousal our daughter evoked in us. Throughout the years, Mom and I have never slowed down sexually -- our love and passion for each other growing with each passing day. Although Mom and I were growing older, age seemed to be something we both resisted. By the time Angel was fifteen, Mom was in her late fifties, but looked no older than the day we first made love. I had grown older, but when I hit my late twenties, I too seemed to stop aging, making our age disparity not look quite so extreme. Angel claimed our love kept us strong and young and I believed her.

Something else occurred when our daughter was about fifteen. A team of doctors and scientists reported that there was a precipitous drop in the incidence of genetic related diseases and that the number of birth defects within the central United States had dropped to almost nothing over the past several years and that the area of affect was rapidly expanding. Along the same parameters, incidence of cancer was decreasing at the same fast rate.

The story was met with skepticism and scorn, but other scientists confirmed their findings as did insurance companies. People claimed God had delivered a miracle while others sought a more concrete cause. The President of the United States created an investigatory commission to explain the phenomena, discovering that within another three years, it had apparently spread to all corners of the globe. Almost simultaneously, three separate groups of scientists from America, France and Japan announced the discovery of a virus that was spreading through the world's population and literally rewriting our DNA, making our genetic systems impervious to genetic anomaly or mutations. When one American scientist quipped that the virus seemed almost supernatural in design as if created by God, the media dubbed it the "God Virus," a name that stuck.

Debate raged, sometimes almost violently as various religions claimed their version of God was responsible while scientists suspected a natural -- perhaps mutated virus was to blame and some nations suspiciously accused others of creating it artificially. Some extremists claimed that China had actually attacked the United States with a biological weapon that had benignly backfired on them.

Like most folks, Mom and I simply considered it a blessing among the many blessings our life had been filled with and focused on our own relationship -- rarely a day going by that we didn't make love. Angel, at eighteen, went off to college, leaving us to deal with the empty-nest syndrome. She didn't go far, winning a scholarship to a prestigious university in Nashville. She stayed on campus, but came home regularly, not that Mom and I didn't miss her whenever she was away.

Then came the night that changed everything...again. It was a blustery spring night, squall line after squall line rumbling across the valley with great flashes of lightning and roof shaking peals of thunder. Mom and I planned to get to bed a bit early --the next day being Angel's twenty-first birthday and we were looking forward to having her home. Once the weatherman announced no danger from tornadoes, Mom and I retired to bed and like so many thousands of times over the last twenty two years, began to make love.

As I mentioned earlier, Mom looked scarcely older than she did the first time we fucked -- her dark brown hair thick and luxuriant and her heavy, meaty breasts still firm with little sag or as Mom put it, the best looking and natural sixty-four year old breasts on the planet! We cuddled for a long time as the storm raged around us, kissing and caressing before Mom grew impatient and guided me atop her, spreading her long legs wide to accept my throbbing erection, thrusting her hips up to impale herself on my cock.

I moaned with pleasure as I sank slowly inside Mom's hot, liquid-silk cunt, savoring how tight she still felt, reveling in the supreme control she had over her pussy muscles as she took me inside. Every time we fucked, it was like the first time as we moved in perfect unison, anticipating -- no, knowing what each other needed and desired, establishing that link between us that never seemed to really fade, becoming of one mind and soul, sharing and giving pleasure equally.

Mom's knees rose and pulled back as she opened herself up more, allowing me to plunge deeper inside her with each stroke. I leaned down and ran my tongue across one nipple and then the other and then kissed my way up to her plump ripe mouth, kissing her passionately as her first orgasm of the evening swept over her, resisting the urge to cum myself -- knowing the greater intensity that our impending mutual orgasm would bring, the better our moment of ultimate intimacy would be.

As we carried on, our lovemaking taking on an animal like intensity, we suddenly heard our daughter's voice, "Mom, Daddy? It's time." I turned my head to look at the door as I slid deep into her mother's womb. Mom groaning with pleasure, turned to look as well. We were naked with the covers kicked off, but there was no modesty in the moment -- we were not ashamed of our love and passion.

Angel stood in the doorway, the almost constant lightning illuminating her. Our daughter was wearing a simple blue dress that draped over one shoulder, leaving the other one bare with old, comfortable sandals on her feet. Her long platinum hair hung below her shoulders, tresses wind blown and damp, partially covering one eye. She had an intense, almost wild look in her eyes that was reflected in her body -- standing tensely, her high, large breasts heaving as if she'd been running a long distance and when the lightning flashed, we could even see her nipples, proudly erect and standing out against the fabric of her dress.

Mom's legs remained wrapped around my legs, holding me to her as she said, "Honey...Angel, what is it? What's wrong, baby?"

Our daughter gave us a sweet smile and replied, "It's time, Mom...they're returning." She took a step into the room, one hand reaching up to her one shoulder strap and flicking something that allowed her dress to float to the ground, leaving her completely naked. The last eight or nine years of being around her frank sexuality did nothing to prepare me for the erotic sight of my daughter standing unashamedly naked before me. My cock throbbed and swelled slightly more in response while Mom's pussy contracted as well, clearly stimulated by the sight.

She took another step and looked like a goddess as her pale, flawless skin was illuminated by a great burst of lightning. Angel's body was perfect, large high breasts adorned by her mother's nipples, now swollen erect. Her flat stomach gave way to a completely hairless mound, her labia so much like her mothers, swollen and spread in obvious arousal.

Angel held out her hands and said, "And it's time for us as well. You've looked at me over the years, I know. Daddy, you've imagined if it would be as sweet with your daughter as it is with our mother and Mom...she paused to smile lustily at us. "Mom, you've stared at me and wondered what it would be like. I love you both for not forcing it -- for letting me decide. Mom...Daddy, it's time."

"Oh, Angel," I breathed. You want us to make love to you?" I felt new lust build within my heart and knew that it would be right...as right as it had always been with Mom. For her part, Mom conveyed her desire and assent with a mere flexing of her cunt muscles and a simple stroke of her hand across my chest. I didn't need to look at my mother to know she was as excited as I was.

Angel took another step towards us and said, "I want you two to fuck me, to make love to me, to take me to heaven and achieve HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}."

The words -- the concept that we had not heard spoken or thought of for almost twenty-one years, sent a flood of erotic love washing over us. I did turn to Mom then, communicating in that silent language we'd shared for so long and Mom's face was split by a loving grin and she nodded and then groaned as I slipped from inside her -- my cock coated in her juices. In a voice quivering with lust, Mom held out her hand and said, "Come, little girl and join your daddy and me in bed."

Angel rushed to the bed, jumping on as she had done so many times as a child and slipped into our embrace and just like that -- two became three. Six hands roamed over three bodies as Angel first kissed her mother -- my cunt cream covered cock throbbing as I watched mother and daughter join tongues. My fingers intertwined with Mom's as our hands cupped and kneaded our girl's breasts. Mom's hands and Angel's somewhat smaller ones slipped around and began stroking my cock, fingers getting sticky with Mom's still hot juices.

Angel turned to me after a long moment, her lips slick with her mother's saliva and she whispered, "I love you, Daddy," before she pressed her lips to mine as her tongue delved boldly into my mouth. She snaked an arm around my neck to pull me closer and I moaned lustfully as our tongues danced together for the first time while her firm, pillow-like breast rubbed deliciously across my chest -- her turgid nipple tickling as it dragged across my skin.

Back and forth Angel traveled, trading caresses with her mother and I until her need was too great and she pushed me down on my back. "I need you, Daddy," she moaned. "I need your cock the way Mom needs it." Her breasts bounced enticingly as she swung her long, toned leg over my thighs to straddle me. "I waited, Daddy. I always knew you'd be the one." She gazed down at me lovingly, a mixture of lust and fear and anticipation struggling for control of her face.

I felt my cock jerk with excitement as her words sank in. Despite a bevy of admirers since puberty, Angel had kept herself mostly apart from the boys -- dating very few and none seriously and while we never pressed for details, her mother and I assumed that when she left for college, she wasn't a virgin. Her frank sexuality had long given her an air of experience and now to hear her tell me I was to be her first -- it both awed and shocked me.

Mom moved behind our daughter, straddling my ankles, her arms around Angel's shoulders, idly playing with her large breasts while kissing her tenderly on the neck and shoulders and whispering words of encouragement in her ears. Angel moved forward on her knees until she was over my cock. Her arousal was evident, betrayed by the flow of pussy juices dripping from her bloomed labia to splash warmly on my crotch, anointing my erection.

Angel took my cock in hand and then slowly lowered herself. I felt her body quiver as the head of my cock pressed into her soaked and steaming flesh. She gasped a little as she lowered herself a bit more, allowing the swollen crown of my cock inside her. She was vise tight and so incredibly hot as if her insides were aflame. I felt my cock bump against her hymen and my daughter moaned. "Take your time, darling," I murmured. "Only when you're ready, Angel."

Tears were pouring down my lovely daughter's face as she whispered, "I've been ready all my life, Daddy, but the time had to be right, but the waiting is over. I love you, Daddy!" Without warning, Angel relaxed and let her knees slide wide, dropping her weight onto me. My cock speared through her hymen, tearing it like a thin wisp of paper and slowly driving upward as my daughter impaled herself on my thick dick.

She flung her head back and wailed, "Daddy!" as I tore through her cherry -- her body stiffening as her tight pussy slid down my cock, finally grinding her slick vulva against my wiry pubic hair. My daughter's cunt was tight and wet, both with pussy juice and trickles of blood as she made the last leap into womanhood. Mom knelt behind her, offering her a comforting embrace, her hands cupping Angel's tits as she kissed and nuzzled the nape of her neck.

Angel and I stayed joined, cock to pussy, not moving aside from my daughter twitching as she coped with the first cock inside her womb, mastering her pain while her mother and I stroked her body, calming her and assuring her that she was safe and loved. Instinctively, I let her decide when and how to proceed. Her eyes cleared suddenly and she whimpered, "It hurts, Daddy, but..." She paused, biting her lower lip while a shudder rippled through her body. "Daddy, it hurts good!"

Gathering herself together, Angel drew herself up and slowly pulled herself up, her cunt muscles still constricting and clasping my shaft as she rose up almost half the length of my cock before slowly sliding back down. Her erect nipples swelled between Mom's fingers as pain and pleasure competed as she allowed her cunt to be filled by incestuous cock again. I kept my eyes on hers, watching as they widened with each up and down movement on my cock. My daughter grew more beautiful as carnal pleasure began to build in her.

A moment came where with nearly two thirds of my cock buried in her tight pussy, Angel looked down to see herself impaled on her father's erect penis -- shaft streaked with pussy cream and faint streaks of blood. My daughter moaned and raised her eyes to look at me, slack jawed with pleasure and amazement. A loving smile slowly broke out on her face and she half-whispered, half-sobbed, "I'm doing it...I'm fucking my daddy!"

Although there was still pain, now pleasure dominated as incestuous lust overwhelmed her and she began to ride me more vigorously, wanting -- demanding more pleasure from me with each movement of her pelvis. I spared a glance to Mom, looking down proudly at me from over our daughter's shoulder and in that special way we had, directed her to move to sit on my face.

Gracefully, Mom scooted around on the bed, her hands never quite letting go of Angel as she moved, throwing her leg over my head and then expertly lowering her furry bush to my waiting mouth. Our daughter squealed with pleasure as she watched our mother settle her pussy on my face, rolling her pelvis to drag her wet and fiery labia across my lips as my tongue pierced to lick at her sodden, aroused cunt flesh.

My face covered by Mom's pussy and her soft, firm cheeks, I nevertheless saw the carnal coupling of mother, son and their daughter through Mom's eyes -- savoring the rapturous look my daughter had as she leaned forward to meet Mom in a passionate kiss, their tongues curling and dancing around each other -- tasting each other as lovers. A thrill rippled through Mom as her near orgasm flared anew, spurred on by my furiously working tongue and the sensation of Angel's tongue sliding against her own.

Mother and daughter reached out to fondle and tease each other's breasts, pausing between kisses to take turns ducking their heads and sucking each other's blood engorged nipples. As I tongue my mother and began to lift my hips to meet my daughter's descending pussy, I could feel that special orgasmic energy begin to gather around us, drawing us closer physically and spiritually. As I felt Angel's cunt begin to spasm, I rolled my tongue over Mom's flooding pussy lips and flattening it, dragged it across Mom's swollen clitoris -- a thick little, penis-like nub that was practically vibrating. My touch communicated to Mom how close our daughter was to her first incest induced orgasm.

Mom dropped one hand from our daughter's full and firm breast to slide over her flat tummy and into the folds of soaking wet flesh above her cock crammed cunt. As if she had been doing it for years, Mom's fingers found Angel's clitoris and she softly teased it, making our young girl moan and break a wet kiss with Mom to sob, "Don't stop...Mom -- Daddy, I'm going to cummmmmm!"

The house seemed to shake from the growing intensity of the storm, lightning illuminated the two woman linked in pleasure by me -- father and son. My cock throbbed with a demand for release -- my own pleasure reaching the point of no return while Mom ground her cunt against my hungry mouth and my daughter rode my cock like a woman gone mad. As sweat poured from our bodies and pheromones filled the air -- raw sexuality wrapped us up in a blanket of carnal passion, uniting us as orgasms stalked us all.

We moved as one being -- mother, son and their daughter giving pleasure to each other, hearts beating together as erotic bliss built and built towards detonation and as with the first time I had fucked my mother, we were reaching a plane of erotic experience that linked and bound us -- feeling each other's bodies and pleasures as our own.

Simultaneously, Mom and Angel cried out, their orgasms unable to denied and with a scream of joy against the flood of cunt cream pouring across my face and into my mouth, I reached out and taking my daughter by the hips, yanked her down hard on my cock, piercing her no longer virgin cunt deeper with her father's cock and filled her young womb with steaming semen. A tidal wave of sexual energy ripped through us and took us high and we were united completely -- consciousness of three becoming one and in the midst of an orgasmic storm we achieved perfection as Angel threw her head back and scream, "YESSSSSSS! The HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}"

For what might have been eternity, our family was as one, locked in orgasmic ecstasy beyond description -- time standing still as we all knew each other as intimately as if we were each other. Mom and I cried at the purity and loveliness of our daughter's soul while she laughed with sheer joy at the absoluteness of her parents' love. Our mutual orgasm fed off of each of us, making the pleasure exploding from cock and pussy and pussy seem to go on and on until our bodies were on the verge of explosion, unable to contain such incestuous love.

We collapsed into a pile of disjointed bodies, exhausted and happy beyond measure and we rode out the storm in a heady dream state -- sleeping and kissing and fucking until dawn. With my mother and my daughter curled up on each side of me, I lay there happy and content waiting for the sun to break through the windows, but the grayness of dawn seemed to go on and on until suddenly the world exploded in heavenly white light that I had dreamed of many times, but had not seen in over twenty years.

Angel, her head resting on my chest, stirred and then looked up at me, her eyes shining happily. "They're here, Daddy. It's time.

Later, Mom and I peered out the windows, but the vastness of the ship hovering over our old farmhouse made it impossible to comprehend the size or shape of the alien ship. It wasn't until mid-morning when we finally saw the starship of our benefactors on a television station. Mom laughed and clapped her hands like a little girl, fascinated by a beautiful Christmas ornament. "It's a chocolate kiss!" she crowed, hugging herself to me.

While not as big as the giant ships in all those science-fiction movies, it was nevertheless, huge! The length of four football fields and perhaps five stories tall, it hovered silently over our house. Even in the remote area we lived in, it quickly garnered attention. By noon, all the television stations from Nashville, Knoxville and Chattanooga had set up shop. Crowds of people filled the fields near us and the road was choked by cars and trucks. Units from the 101st Airborne, based north of Nashville arrived shortly after one o'clock to try and establish a perimeter -- the television cameras showing everyone either looked awed or scared to death.

As the people gathered, we waited calmly -- not afraid -- indeed, we spent most of the morning continuing to make love. With childlike glee, Angel watched as Mom and I made love and then joined us herself, glorying in the dual delights of having her father fuck her and her mother eat her pussy clean.

Finally, after basking in the sweet afterglow of incestuous orgasm, Angel suddenly stood up and smiled. She beckoned to us and walked naked to the front door, stepping out onto our big, rickety front porch as the surrounding crowds gasped -- at least in part, her proud father would like to think, from her beautiful and nubile nakedness.

Mom and I followed her out, unashamedly naked, pausing at the top of the porch steps as our daughter gracefully descended the steps and into the front yard -- the bright light of the hovering ship making her pale, alabaster skin glow, giving her an almost unearthly presence that gave credence to her name. Our Angel appeared indeed to be heaven sent.

On a calm and peaceful way, our daughter began to speak and though her voice never rose above a normal tone, it seemed to ring out across the fields and as we were to discover, across the entire world -- all hearing her words in their native tongues...

"I AM ANGEL, DAUGHTER OF JOHN AND OUR MOTHER, CANDACE." She paused and smiled proudly back at us. "I AM ALSO ANGEL, AVATAR OF THE QUATORI -- OUR VISITORS WHO HAVE FINALLY CHOSEN TO REVEAL THEMSELVES AND LET US KNOW THAT IN THIS VAST UNIVERSE -- WE ARE NOT ALONE." Angel paused and looked around her and smiling beatifically repeated, "WE ARE NOT ALONE.

"FOR UNTOLD MILLINEA, THE QUATORI HAVE JOURNEYED THE STARS, SEEKING THOSE OF PRIME SENTIENCE -- FINDING MANY INTELLIGENT SPECIES, BUT FEW OF COMPLETE SENTIENCE. LONG HAVE THE QUATORI BEEN STUDYING US -- LOOKING FOR THE DIVINE SPARK IN US THAT DENOTES OR INDICATES PRIME SENTIENCE...THAT WHICH THE QUATORI CALL HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~).

"FOR US HUMANS, HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~} IS A TERM THAT CANNOT BE COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD IN ANY HUMAN LANGUAGE, BUT RATHER IT IS EXPERIENCED BY THOSE WHO FIND LOVE ON A HIGHER LEVEL THAN MOST CAN COMPREHEND TO EXIST. HUMANITY POSSESSED HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}, BUT WE DENY OURSELVES OF ACCESSING IT FOR ALL OUR HISTORY BECAUSE IT REQUIRES AN INTIMACY THAT CAN RARELY BE FOUND OUTSIDE OF FAMILY...AN INTIMACY WE HAVE DENIED OURSELVES OUT OF NEED TO PROTECT THE HEALTH OF OUR SPECIES.

"THIS TABOO WAS NOT UNDERSTOOD BY THE QUATORI UNTIL THEY ENCOUNTED MY MOTHER AND FATHER WHO STOOD UNKNOWINGLY ON THE PRECIPICE OF BREAKING THE INCEST TABOO AND WHO WERE GUIDED BY THE QUATORI TO ACHIEVE HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}. IT WAS WITH MOM AND DADDY THAT THE QUATORI FINALLY COMPREHENDED OUR TABOOS AGAINST FAMILY LOVE AND DETERMINED THEIR COURSE.

"IT IS THE CUSTOM OF THE QUATORI THAT WHENEVER THEY DISCOVER A SPECIES THAT HAS ACHIEVED HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}, THEY BESTOW UPON THEM A GIFT." Angel smiled and spread her arms wide, lifting her breasts up as she declared, "I AM THAT GIFT. CONCIEVED IN THE GLORY OF HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}, DURING MY CONCEPTION, THE QUATORI ALTERED MY DNA. UPON REACHING PHYSICAL SEXUAL MATURITY, MY BODY BEGAN PRODUCTION OF WHAT YOU ALL CALL THE GOD VIRUS. AS OUR SCIENTISTS HAVE SURMISED, THE GOD VIRUS HAS REWRITTEN OUR DNA -- MAKING US IMPERVIOUS TO GENECTIC DISEASE, ANOMOLIES AND DEFECTS. NEVER AGAIN WILL ANY CHILD BE BORN -- HARMED BY GENECTIC DAMAGE.

"WE ARE NOT IMMORTAL, THOUGH HEREAFTER, OUR LIVES WILL BE MUCH LONGER IF WE TAKE CARE -- BUT NOW THE TRUE PURPOSE OF THE GOD VIRUS SHOULD BE OBVIOUS." Tears began to stream down Angel's face. "NO LONGER DO WE HAVE TO DENY THE DEEPEST INTIMACY POSSIBLE. ALL CAN LOVE THEIR FAMILY WITHOUT RESERVATION -- BE THEY MOTHER-SON, FATHER-DAUGHTER, BROTHER-SISTER OR WHATEVER RELATIONSHIP YOUR HEARTS HAVE LONG DESIRED BUT HAVE BEEN DENIED BY CULTURE OR SOCIETY."

A strong murmur rippled through the crowd, odd, horrified or thoughtful looks playing across the faces of all. With a joyous heart, our daughter Angel lifted up her voice and proclaimed, "REJOICE! WE ARE ALL FREE -- FREE TO LOVE AND DISCOVER WHAT LIES BEYOND LOVE WITH THOSE WE LOVE THE MOST. LET US MAKE THE MOST OF OUR PRECIOUS GIFT SO THAT WHEN THE QUATORI COME AGAIN, THEY MAY REJOICE IN OUR EMBRACING OF THEIR MOST HOLY OF GIFTS."

Angel stopped and smiled once more and then turned and walked back into her parents' arm, hugging us both tightly. We all waved at the crowd and then turned and walked back inside where we made our way upstairs to our family's bed and made love.

I suppose that in a normal tale, this would end with the Quatori leaving and us being taken into custody and studied and probed -- maybe even killed with humankind squandering our precious gift. Thank heavens or the Quatori that this isn't a normal tale.

We were left alone...why, I doubt I'll ever know for sure. Others speculated as well. Newscasters and the authors of numerous books discussed it for years. Many surmise that the Quatori left a warning behind -- one that we were not privy to. Some speculate that it was communicated to the leaders of the world, others feel that maybe on a subliminal level, Angel's communication also sent a command that the Quatori's avatar and her family be left in peace. Others speculate that the rest of the world was simply scared shitless and opted to not piss the Quatori off.

In any case, we were left alone and other than some odd looks and some standoffish treatment, our lives continued. Mom and I worked and loved and with our daughter choosing to join us as a lover -- allowing us to evolve from a couple to a loving threesome.

As for the world itself -- the birth of a new age was like any birth, difficult. All nations have struggled with the implications of the God virus, although individuals seized the opportunity it offered long before governments sanctioned it. Today, some twenty years after their last visit, most of the world has made it legal to choose incestuous mates. Not all make that choice, but millions have and while humankind still struggles with abandoning war and avarice...there is a noticeable decrease in conflict and human suffering. The God Virus has had unexpected but pleasant implications -- rewriting the DNA of food crops and making them more resistant to disease and drought. Our population grows and so does love. Some including our family believe that as more of humanity achieves HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}, we are approaching a new level of human evolution -- not physical but spiritual.

Certainly as our family makes love -- Mom and I, our daughter and Angel's and my son, Matthew...born exactly nine months after our daughter first experienced HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~}, as we reach that perfect moment of incestuous intimacy and ecstasy, we feel the presence of others who now know that sublime spirituality only found in the embrace of family.

As you live your lives and you exchange a glance with your mother or son, your daughter or father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle and you feel in your soul that spark -- that attraction, do not suppress it, but explore it. Not all can feel the joy of HOLY {**^^^ ~ `~), but you can hope. I know. I found it in my mother's arms.

The Beginning...
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