Incest/Taboo Mom & Me + Alien Abduction = Incest

Human sex had a special fascination for them, the BEMs.

This is a true story. I don't expect you to believe it, however. My mother and I were abducted by aliens from outer space. They were not little green men. They were BEMs, Bug Eyed Monsters, though actually they treated us quite humanely. My mom is letting me write this story, since in this genre and on this site, anyone who reads it will naturally think its fiction. But I wanted to tell the real story. Because someday if the Mother-Ship lands on the White House lawn, and they ask about June and Daniel DeLayne, then our story will be available on the Internet and the tale confirmed.

Our tale of abduction begins not unlike a number of others, though I cannot substantiate the veracity of any but our own adventure. I had finally finished High School in our small mid-western town and just had turned 18 and I wanted to 'see the West' for my graduation present. My folks would not let me go alone, though I did have use of the family's old car I for the trip. Mom volunteered to accompany me, since dad had to work, but he would then join us on the last leg in two weeks for the drive up the coast of California. I wanted to see the Petrified Forest, the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone geysers, the La Brea Tar Pits, those sorts of geological sites. I was a rock-hound since third grade.

I know you might be thinking that we passed Area 57, and that was where we had our encounter of a close kind. But actually we hadn't even gotten out of our home state, but when we finally arrived at where we were held captive, we knew we weren't in Kansas anymore. Though it might have been Los Vegas for all we could tell, but that comes later. Mom and I had started out in the morning, and were switching off driving every two hours. Cruise control makes a big difference on long distance trips. We had a nice picnic lunch and ate dinner at a stop on the thruway. It was just past twilight, and we were soon to be at a motel where we had reservations on line. We never got there.

The car seemed to stall in the middle of nowhere, farm fields for miles each way. But with modern communications and the fact that any moment somebody would pass us whom we could flag down, we were not worried. Mom got out of the car; she was the mechanic in our family. I followed her, as much to stretch my legs as for any help I could lend. There was no sound of their ship until it appeared, hovering above us. The only sound there was from the ship was just a low thrumming hum and a light down draft. I looked up at the same time mom did. We both saw the same thing, as we compared notes later. A large round (about the size of a basketball court) silvery UFO From underneath it was round and convex, but I couldn't see if it was saucer shaped with my perspective.

There wasn't much time to get a gander at the gizmo as we each blanked out right then. When we came to, we were in a light blue colored room and were being sent through a machine that could have well been an MRI, except it was silent and had a ring big enough for us to fit through together. We were both without a stitch on, side by side, sliding through this huge machine. There were no beings to see, and when the scan [such as it was] finished, we blanked out once more. Next we woke in a room that might have been a small suite in a hotel, one double bed, which we were laying on. It was furnished with dresser, two easy chairs and a sofa, small table with two chairs; plus it had a kitchenette area and a bathroom, no door. In fact, no doors anywhere. No way out or in which was obvious to us.

We looked at one another.

We were still only in our birthday suits like we were when scanned We turned this way and that sitting on the bed's edge. Both of us felt slightly wobbily, so neither of us immediately stood up we looked at each other once more and said together, the common phrase our family uses when confounded by things we find confusing or frustrating, or when we didn't give a good goddamn. We spoke as one, "WHAAT THUH FUUCK?"

I know you are reading for the sex and I will get to that, but my purpose in writing this all down is to convey the whole of our experience. The next part actually explains much of what happens, but not the mechanics nor the technology behind the how. If you want to skip to the sex; scroll down to you see "WHAAT THUH FUUCK?" again. But you won't understand a lot, just the erotic parts. That's okay, but come back to this section after the sex section and you've had a good cum. I think that it helps to give the reader a sense of what we dealt with. It happened toward the end, but I stuck it in early.

There was a TV in the place, and it got satellite reception unless the BEMs were piping in a direct feed. This wasn't done until the end. Then this one BEM beamed [he was smiling] out from our television set and had a conversation with me. Mom was relaxing in the tub and missed the original Q & A, but they provided a replay for her, before they sent us back. Not that we had actually left earth, we were still on the planet, but not in their ship it turned out.

It was the morning after mom and I had fucked for the first time. She decided she wanted some time alone to think about what had just happened. She ordered a bottle of wine and munchies from 'room-service' and drew a tub to soak in. Privacy, as much as there could be without a door on the privy so to speak was minimal, so I was out of the sight-line of the lavatory, as had become our custom. The TV came to life on its own, the head-shot of a plain looking guy appeared. This was new. I yelled, "Mom! We have contact with 'them', a man just appeared on the TV!"

"Tell the bastards I want the hell out of here, but I ain't getting out of the tub at this late date, for no son-of-a-bitch alien!" Mom could be feisty. I didn't blame her for being pissed. But since I had just gotten to make love to her and had just smoked some pot I was in a little more of a mellow mood.

The human-looking BEM spoke first. "Danny, congratulations, you have accomplished your goal! Tell your mother that you both will be set free shortly."

I did. A string of scatological language, enough to scald the ears off the toughest ET, if they have hearing appendages, emitted from the tiled walls where mom was.

"Have you been observing us?" I asked.

"Yes, that is a logical conclusion. We have watched your actions with great interest and scrutiny, recording everything scrupulously."

"Then you have been watching us screw, in the last few hours." It wasn't a question.

"Certainly, that actually was the idea."

"Did you realize that we are mother and son, that we have committed incest, which is a taboo -- you're familiar with that word?"

"Oh yes we did come to understand your relationship. That made our vigil even more intriguing!"

"Why? I mean why us, and why watch us having sex, and why should you care if it was incest?"

"Ah. I will explain. It is first a set of scientific experiments that we are running with pairs of humans. Not unlike putting a culture in a petri-dish, but in this case with just two specimens. Or like when humans try to breed animals to produce new strains, or preserve a species, like some zoos do."

"But here you are inbreeding, though I doubt that mom's pregnant."

"Our motives are of course different. And she is with child, but that is not a concern, it won't come to full term."

"I just got done making love to her!"

"Nonetheless, with our advanced science, we can tell."

"Superior science, eh?

"Science is not superior, it is the same if it is a true study of knowledge and understanding of natural laws. But just because one might know more physics, chemistry or biology doesn't negate the real facts that earlier technology discovers. The electron microscope doesn't see different things than an older optical instrument, just sees it better. We have more advanced applications of engineering, but not superior science."

"What were your motives for abducting us and holding us for nearly two weeks?"

Partly it was like a documentary, and also sort of a reality show for entertainment."

"Entertainment?" Their gall flabbergasted me.

"Think of it like an art form, like watching a free-form ballet performed."

"We had sex, that's what you wanted right? That's why our clothes were taken away. Why there was some kind of aphrodisiac in the food; the generous supply of drinks or even providing marijuana. All that was to get us to fuck, right?"

"Think of it like watch human sports, a boxing match, or wrestling. But also it was a sport like dog fights, or cock fights. But in this case, instead of a competition of bodies and a form of combat; it was a contention of wills and striving to have mating. More like the horse races, or roach races are even more apropos."

"Roach races?"

"Where you put two cockroaches in the middle of the circle, and see which is the first to cross the circumference? They use it in New Jersey to predict the gubernatorial outcome. The insects are right seventy-five percent of the time. And of course, we bet on the results."

"You bet? What, on whether I would make it with my mother?"

From the tub, mom yelled out, "ASK WHEN WE CAN LEAVE?"

"Tell your mom you both will be released in about twenty-four hours."

"IN ABOUT A DAY MOM! SO SAYS; What was your name, you weren't polite enough to introduce yourself."

"You can call me, Bemet."

"BENNETT! I called to mom the thing's name. You don't look like an alien."

"Bemet, B E M E T. What you see is an animation for your benefit, produced by sophisticated software, as is the translation and trans-vocalization of my words. My real image would scare the shit out of you. The earth culture had a word for us. BEMs"

"Bug Eyed Monsters."

And also Extra Terrestrials too, so B E M - E T, Bemet. If I were to appear to you it would give you nightmares for years. My real voice would be terrible to hear, like a cross of fingernails on a blackboard and flatulence, but so loud that it would break your eardrums. So we . . uh, tone it down if you will. That way we can communicate with you. I am what you might think of as your handler."

"So we were a dog and pony show, for your amusement?"

"I saw the dog position, which one was the pony?"

"You damn BEMs bet on us? What, how many times that we would do it, how many positions, how long we went at it? What?"

"How long it took you to finally have copulation. The other factors were used as what you would call side bets."

"Mom is pregnant?"

"We will remove the gamete before releasing you both."

"Then what, you breed a race of slaves to serve alien masters, or do you raise us for food?"

"YUK! You humans taste awful. We do make copies of the gamete, clones, and encase them in plastic. They sell as souvenirs. This whole thing of observing humans having sex is a craze in our civilization. It's like the Superbowl, Kentucky Derby, and moon landings all rolled in to one. Everybody who can, watches live, or sees the recording. It's Galactic-ly popular! "

"Souvenirs, That's inhuman!"

"Precisely! But then that's what we are. Do you not have baby chicks at Easter? And you humans eat the meat of the adults. How is what we do so different from throwing away biological waste from abortion clinics or disposing of the millions of strays cats and dogs euthanized at municipal pounds? 'Let he who is without pride of specie's superiority, hurtle the first asteroid.' So our great philosopher, # @ ~ & & % )-( + # * = <> , [which is as good an approximation to the name he screeched/farted out] has said."

"So where are we? In the mother-ship?"

"No, you are on your own planet, in a secret facility."

"Somewhere, in the desert, or under a mountain?"

"Nah! We rent this big warehouse in Jersey city. We call it 'Arena 75', in-joke, alien humor. Much easier to hide in plain sight."

"How do you knock us out?"

"We have a ray that is focused on a certain part of your brain. Like when the doctor shines a light in your eyes, they dilate? It's a reflex. Well, humans have a part of their gray matter, actually that piece is white matter, that when you focus the right sort of sound waves; they're different than ultrasound, but it's still subsonic to you; it does the trick. Like rubbing an alligator's tummy puts it into a trance."

"How do you BEMs know so much?"

"When we first arrived we stole television sets."

"How long have you been here?"

"On earth? Since }}{}{{ or 1960 your reckoning."

"So the UFO reports were right after all!"

"Oh, we have cloaking devices, we don't know who the Blat those other mothershits are."

"Mother-ships?"

"Mother-shits, like motherfuckers in your language, but much worse."

"You're talking to a mother-fucker you know!"

"TELL THEM THEY HAVE GREAT WINE!" Mom yelled from her wet haven. It sounded like she was mellowed out now too, the liquor and grass were somehow made extra potent.

"What do you put in the food and drink, that made us so horny, and . . uh, inebriated?"

"Trade secret. Wouldn't want the whole of humans to be mellow-heads, Prime Directive and all of that!"

"That's Star Trek!"

"We adopted it in modified form, not a bad idea. Like sex, what a crazy way of propagation! We are trying to see if we might develop sex for our species. Presently we have parthenogenesis. No fun at all. That's why we like to watch you guys, guys and gals that is. Guys and guys, or gays as you call them, are alright but they don't provide souvenirs. Same with the flip side of a double-header coin, or two tails, except that monkeys are the ones with tails. I'm sorry; some things get added with translation."

"Why don't you just watch porno videos, if human sex is so interesting to you? That way you wouldn't have to hold anybody captive. Like us, 'CAUSE IT REALLY WAS INCONVENIENT; HEAR ME? MOTHERSHIT!"

"We have quite sensitive microphones, and your tone of irritation would be noted by our instrumentation as well, so there is no need to shout. I understand that you were put-out by being shut-in. But we need to use live subjects; volunteers are never the same sort of fun. Even if you watch a tape of a ball game, if you already know the score, it's not as exciting, is it. In this case, the balling might be of a different sort, but the outcome is unpredictable. That way we may enjoy our gambling on your gamboling, to make an attempt at human humor."

"We are not amused." I quoted, sarcastically, "Just let us go. PLEASE!"

"OH! You'll be back on your trip. You'll meet your father in L.A. as scheduled. Sorry about missing the other places, but I'm sure the gold nuggets you'll find will pay for another trip."

"Gold?"

"We'll give you the GPS coordinates, you get them as, well, souvenirs."

"Better than a little sibling who's an off-spring also!"

"We would never let that happen! What kind of beings do you think we are? Alpha-Centurions?"

With that the transmission ended, just as my mother came out from her bath and went over to the kitchenette. "I'm still hungry, want anything from 'room-service', Sweetheart?"

"Yeah, mom. But what if it makes me horny like it has before?"

Mom beamed at me and tilted her head, with a gleam in her eye. She said, Well . . ." We said it together, "WHAAT THUH FUUCK!"

Continuing the narrative from when we revived the second time, finding ourselves in what would be our 'cell/petri-dish/sexual race track' for the next ten days or so.

We explored our new surroundings. No clothes, drawers for clothes, but none in them. In the kitchenette here was a little white box that looked like a microwave, but it didn't have any controls on it, just a handle. A small refrigerator, but nothing in it. The bathroom had the standard stuff, but instead of towels there was a warm air dryer thing you stood under. The temperature was fine for being naked, but we sort of didn't look at one another. Except of course I did, since I have had the hots for my mother for a while. But I had to sneak peeks. Eventually, my mom said, "I could use a drink!" The fridge pinged thirty seconds later and there was a chilled bottle of a white wine in it.

I figured, 'whaat thuh fuuck!' and said, "If I only had a joint!" The microwave box thing dinged a minute later and a doobie and disposable lighter appeared. There were glasses, dishes, and an ashtray in the cabinets already, stainless-steel eating utensils in a drawer. Nothing fancy, standard stuff, but was somebody reading our minds, or listening in? I thought, 'beer' looked in the fridge. Nope, none. "Beer!" I said. 'Ping!' Yup! So they were listening! Mom looked at me with the joint and just shrugged her shoulders. She poured herself a glass of the chilled wine, I lit up. I popped the top of the beer, and took a swallow, then let out the toke.

"Well, if you get busted, then we get busted out of here!" Mom philosophized.

"Where did the stuff come from? The beer is cold, the wine chilled, but they weren't in there a moment ago."

"I guess its alien 'room-service', order some steaks and caviar! She laughed, slightly hysterical at the absurdity of our predicament. Hardly a minute went by, when 'ping' . . . 'ding' the fridge and the white box nearly went off simultaneously. There was caviar in the chiller, and hot juicy steaks, Porterhouse, in the white box. So we served ourselves and ate. It had been who knows how long since our last meal, I found myself hungry, but only the meat appealed. Mom ate some of the salty fish-eggs on crackers that were on the platter. We put the left-overs in the fridge. The steak leftovers disappeared, but the caviar remained.

Now I was feeling full. So after using the facilities, I lay down. Mom explored a little bit then she lay next to me. Suddenly she was crying and turned to me. I held her as she wept. I understood, the whole thing was traumatic. I did enjoy the feel of her naked body against mine, even though I was not about to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. In fact, I was determined to be the noble son and manly hero as much as I could. Unfortunately, my manhood had ideas of it's own about being up-standing. But I tried to not nudge mom with my erection. Eventually we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Life in the alien cage was boring. We watched TV, but had to agree on programs, since there was only one screen. We played cards, but after several days that too was dull. We didn't get books. There was fine food and booze and pot to smoke from the machines. Fresh sheets were supplied in the drawers, the old ones disappeared if stuffed in them. The air temperature and humidity remained constant, comfortable considering we were a nudist colony of two. After a while, it too became routine; though we went around the corner, out of sight-lines when the other wanted to use the john. But eventually, mom didn't care if I watched her shower, since nudity was our common condition.

The third night though, I got horny after having our dinner, which was just burgers and beer and ice cream. We had discussed our situation, early on, the second day. Though we had no clocks, the biological urge to sleep was night, the waking period was daytime. We agreed on our observations from when we had been abducted, by the - flying saucer? And held captive by - aliens? Who else had the technology? It was our best working hypothesis. We lay down to watch some doctor program which mom loved and as I lay there I got the urge. Hormones didn't stop just because the aliens put you up in the Martian Motel 6, or the only female was your mother. On the contrary, being constantly around her and sleeping with her the close naked contact was exacerbating my incestuous desires.

So I waited that evening until I thought she was asleep, and started to masturbate. But she wasn't.

"Why don't you go and do that in the bathroom, Honey."

"Would you mind if I used the couch instead, it's not like we have a lot of privacy anyway."

"Oh never mind, just get it over with and go to sleep."

I did, but the thought of my mom listening to me gave it an extra pinch of spice. I came quickly. Then I began to doze off. But I became aware of a little motion in the mattress. I held very still and listened. There were faint murmurs and whimpers from mom's side of the bed and little wiggles she was making as she lay on her stomach. We only had a sheet on and almost no light in the place, but I could make out she was making subtle motions underneath the covers. She was masturbating too! Was it that she got turned on by my activity, or were her own natural cycles in play? When she finished, I still pretended to be asleep, and then I was.

The next morning was fine, until after breakfast. That's when I developed my morning wood. Normally it would have been just before getting up, but this was after the meal. Mother said she was going to take a bath. She had taken one yesterday, I just put it down to boredom. I began to play a game of solitaire. If I had been watching the tube, I might have missed the clues of her real reason for her soak. She was masturbating again! She made those same soft sounds and I could hear the little waves slapping on the tubs sides rhythmically. This got me horny, but before I could do anything about it, I heard the 'blow-all-dry' go on and didn't have time to get my jollies done.

After lunch I noticed I was once more getting a stiffy, and mom seem to not to be able to sit in one position for long. Then the need to 'scratch' that personal itch passed. But it returned after dinner. This time I was the one in the tub. Mom was watching TV. But I heard her give a little squeak after a while. I called and asked was she was okay, but she claimed she was laughing. Her ha-ha shriek was a different sort of tone and pitch than the gasping squawk she had made. I guessed that she had had her own time of pleasuring while alone in the other room, just as I was doing while in the tub.

That night, there wasn't much on the TV we felt like watching. Cards were available, but we started talking, swapping stories. Soon we were sharing about our sexual history. We just stumbled on the subject from some other topic, I forget what, but mom told me about losing her virginity the first year out of High School. I had lost mine a year before right after I had turned 18. She was in a car, I was down in a gal's basement. I shared some of mom's wine, but I was more intoxicated by the intimacy of our openness with each other on an adult level. The alcohol made me peckish, so I ordered some cheese and crackers.

'Room-service' had cheddar and Ritz. We wondered about how the delivery system was so prompt. We didn't always get the ideal of what we asked for, but the delays were seldom and the quality always good. Then we decided to retire and try to sleep. Even though I had masturbated once that day, and had not gotten a buzz on, as we lay down the 'dick-at-night' programming was up again. We settled under the linen, but I made an unintentional tent. Mom looked at it, but said nothing. However, she had two little bumps topping the big tops of her chest. I looked at them, which made my lodge pole all the more firm.

We still had a lamp lit on the end table by me. I sighed and said I would turn the light off and go the couch for a while. Mom put a hand out and said in a soft voice, "Wait." She then slowly drew down the cotton covering, and there we were, erectile tissue proud and tall on me, pointy and small on her ta-tas, but we were clearly aroused one and all. "Do it here, let me watch." Mom said in a voice with a faint quaver. I was surprised at her liberated request, but not nearly as much as when she herself began to touch between her legs and rummage around in her own genitals. In silence, like some surreal scene, we masturbated together, viewing one another as we frigged ourselves.

I ran my hand lightly up and down my rod and she flicked a finger over her clit. She broke the quiet with that gasping sound, and then our moans and groans began to gain volume as we lost any shyness. We turned to face each other and make it easier to study the other's technique and rosy flesh that was being stimulated. The rhythm of our meat-beating began to syncopate and then switched eventually to gain harmonics, as it morphed into a common meter; our stroking reaching a simultaneous timing as our hips humped toward our bed partner's body. It was obvious that we were mutually turned on by seeing the other one aroused and rising to a climax.

Mother pulled my trigger by deliberately spreading her thighs and letting me see her ruby labia, puffed and coated with her oil. The thought of her actually showing me her most secret place to help me get off, got me off. I came with a spurt that nearly flew the distance between us with the first glob, a big white squirt of goo that was aimed at her belly. This set off her own orgasm, her pelvis jerked several times and her eyes rolled back before the lids clamped shut and a grimace scrunched up her face in a powerful cum. Immediately afterwards, her look was that of, 'Oh God! What did I just do?' and she put a hand up to cover her mouth. Then she turned her back to me, not knowing what to say.

I scooted over to spoon with her, and provide reassurance that all was okay. Not worrying that my cock still was seeping semen, as it squished against her butt, I stroked her hair and whispered, "Thanks mom, that was special, that was nice. Don't be upset, we are only human, and I love you. It's alright. Let's go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning about the whole thing." Mom didn't say a thing, but her breathing calmed down. Soon she was asleep. I thought about the terrifically erotic experience that had just happened, then drifted off myself.

In the morning mom acted like nothing had happened, and never spoke of the previous night. She played solitaire while I channel-surfed. I got horny after both breakfast and lunch for a while, but I was so sensitive to mom's moodiness I suppressed those tinglings. I tried to keep my mind on the problem of our predicament, what it was that the aliens wanted of us and how we might escape. But my thinking was just going around in circles. Indeed, I tend to circled the perimeter of our room checking things and making rapping on the walls and trying to pry the furniture loose from the walls. To find a weak spot, all that for the umpteenth time. Mom hardly seemed to notice, she was preoccupied with her own thoughts.

Finally, after a nice dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread and a good Chianti, I was getting horny yet again and definitely tipsy. I said, out loud, "Whaat thuh Fuuck!" and ordered a couple of joints. 'Ding', quickly the white box sounded.

But then, mom said, "Whaat thuh Fuuck!" too and joined me on the couch, where I was lighting up. She reached for the rolled grass that was smoldering, put it to her lips and sucked in a big toke. Shit! Mom smoked shit? I had no idea; you could have knocked me over with a feather. We passed the pot back and forth until the roach was just a half inch stub. The dope was very good weed and while I was not a novice, mom was clearly getting a great buzz too. She grinned at me and said, "Oohh! You don't think that your parents never ever got stoned? I bet you think that . . . never mind . . . but I was a kid before I was a responsible adult, and I haven't forgotten what those times were like.

"Think what? Mom? Finish your thought. Sure I realize you were young once. What were you going to say?"

To my surprise, she burst into tears, for a few seconds. Then getting her equilibrium back she said, "Whaat thuh Fuuck!" and lit the second doobie, took two huge hits off of it before passing it to me. As I took my toke off of that next joint, she looked at me, as she blew out a big puff of pungent smoke and said, with a sarcastic laugh, "That I never cheated on your father. But it was just once and nobody you know. But it was like what happened last night. It was strange circumstances and just one of those human things and it happened a long time ago. And NO! I'm not going to tell you about it." She added, "Don't bogart that joint" snatched it back and sucked in another long hit, then passed it back.

I was flabbergasted, this was a side of mom that was . . was alien to me, like she was from another planet. As if BEMs took over her brain, like an old 1950s Science Fiction film. But then last night was strange too, Twilight Zone odd. Any moment Rod Serling's voice would overdub and say, "A journey not of sight or sound but of mind; June and Daniel DeLayne have just entered the place between normality and being freaked out, they're having a vacation in the Twat-lite Zone." My 'man from Mars' was raising the antenna at the middle, straight out from my loins, thinking about the 'mom from Venus', who had watched me play with my penis last night, and just confessed that she had once had a sinful Saturnalia with someone other than my dad. Jumpin' Jupiter! Things were getting quite hot; the Mercury was rising in my ther-Mommy-ter.

Mother looked at my proud prick and her nipples were definitely naughty nips too. I saw a damp spot where she sat with her legs crossed upon the cushions. "Want-ta know another secret?" she said with a giggle of stoned giddiness. I nodded, amazed at the wild woman next to me she had become. "Last night . . . (she reached for the roach and I passed the last inch to her, she toked up and said holding the smoke in) . . I really liked it, us jacking-off together." Out came the blue fumes, and she tapped me on the dick and said, "TAG! You're IT!" then she ran over to the other side of the bed. I followed close behind but she walked over the mattress to the other side and ran to the kitchenette. I chased her and she when around the easy chair then made bounding strides on the sofa pads as I pursued my manic mother. She was giggling as she eluded me, lewdly naked and I ribaldry rampant erect.

I stuck to the floor and caught her coming off the furniture and swiped at her, catching her on her right tit, a glancing blow but I felt the nipple scrape my fingers, a turgid button. She yelped. Then it was my turn to scurry, she cornered me in the bathroom, slapped my ass and then she was off toward the bed. I grabbed her ankle as she climbed upon the mattress and she toppled onto the bed laughing. I dropped next to her. We were lying across the width of the bed. I was crazy with the insane shenanigans that we were in the midst of and without thinking about who I was doing it to, reached between her legs, touched her mons, and whispered "Tag, you're it . ." Then I kissed her.

She kissed back. She even began to French me. When she suddenly broke off the kiss, I was afraid she had come to her senses, but instead she took my hand and murmured, "Tag my tit." I did. I felt her up with both hands as her fingers felt their way down to my fiddle stick and fluted and fluttered and fiddled with the firm muscle. I used my other hand to explore her nether regions. She was sure as shooting wet and my fingers caressed the slit and then found her pleasure nub and rubbed the pearl with tender motions. Back to her soft center and this time two fingers wormed into the honey pot and wiggled. She gripped my manhood lightly and worked it.

I was getting close as I caught her rhythm and reproduced it with my fingers sawing in and out and my thumb on her clit. Once more we matched one another stroke for stroke. Our lips sought each other's, the tongues tangled and we both knew where this folly was headed. But we were fools rushing to get into the sweet madness that had encompassed us, and was taking us on a erotic ride to a joyful peak. The whirling of sexual excitement didn't stop with the first climax, though I gave a healthy cream in her hand, and she gushed on mine, I was able to keep her roller-coaster ride going for long minutes after my own zoom had landed back down. Finally her energy just seemed to deflate, like a balloon that had flown jetting around, until it was empty.

In the aftermath, she clung to me and I hugged her and kissed her face, eyelids which had closed, smiling lips, cute nose, flushed cheeks and even her chin. She gave little chuckles now and then, that had nothing to do with my smooches, but were more like private little amusing thoughts she was having. Mother's last words as we managed to orientate our bodies to the alignment of the bed and drag the sheet over our exhausted bodies was, "It's been years . ." I barely had time to register those cryptic words before conking out myself.

We must have slept late, though as previously noted there were no clocks were in the place, the hunger and over-due bladder urges woke me and I trotted to use the facilities. The sound of my urinating in the middle of the bowl, still a bit too buzzy to do anything but aim for the center of the target, woke mom, who came in and sat as soon as I was done. She didn't even wait for me to leave. I climbed into the shower, not bothering with the clear plastic curtain and began to shampoo my hair. I was still blinded by the suds when I was surprised and delighted that she joined me. We had the fun of rubba-dubbing each other clean, but while it was certainly sensual, it did not turn into foreplay.

Brunch was anything we wanted and even then we had lots of leftovers. These we casually dumped in the 'dispose-all'; so titled because anything placed in the lidded trash can was zapped away, even faster than the 'microwave/white-box/whatchamacallit' thing or the 'magic fridge' produced them. It took everything but the sheets. I tried putting a pillowslip down there I had used to wipe up a spill, but the lid wouldn't open. The drawer however made it disappear. I concluded from that evidence, that the aliens were watching us, as well as listening. I figured that they were, but this seemed to be proof. I wondered how they enjoyed last night's naughty games.

During the meal there was little conversation, just small talk about the food or what was on TV for that evening. Nothing spoken about the rowdy romp and raunchy mutual masturbation which we had indulged our cannabis besotted brains. As we were settling down after the big meal and clean up, mom got out the cards and suggested some gin rummy. But then, as we sat at the tabe, she got a funny look on her face. "Stand up!" she commanded. I didn't understand, but was reluctant to do so, since I once more sported a sprouting stalk at my pelvis. "Please, Daniel, would you just STAND UP!" When she uses that particular tone, mother is 'she who must be obeyed'.

I did. Her face showed fury. "GOD DAMN IT!!" I started to stutter, saying that 'I couldn't help it, that it was unintentional and I didn't mean to offend her or suggest . . .', but she hardly heard a word I was saying, then when she realized I was blabbering, she waive her hand in a gesture that dismissed what I had been trying to explain, at the same time, her look got frustrated and she closed her eyes and muttered, "Whaat thuh Fuuck! - They are putting it into our food! God damn fucking bastards!" That confused me. But then she looked me in the eyes and stood also. She pointed to her pussy and explained, "The aliens . . I'm not angry with you, you can't help it. I'm horny again too! . . the aliens are putting something in our food . . some kind of . . aphrodisiac . . that makes us horny, give us the itch in our groins.

"I think it's been happening ever since . . the third day here in this . . room . . or cell, might as well call it what it is, a cage. This is . . ." she mentally counted, but I knew already.

"This is the fifth day."

"God! It seems longer. But don't you see, what we . . what is happening is not us, it's the chemicals they add to the meal; colorless, odorless, but odious nonetheless; insidious sinfulness inserted into our systems inside the very sausages we ate and juice we sipped for breakfast!"

"Oh . . And I thought it was just 'cause I had incestuous yearning for my hot mother, to get her to let me put my sausage into her juicy sex!"

Mom stared at me, then she burst out laughing. But she stopped short and looked at me again. "There's truth to that isn't there. You have had a thing for me, even before we got here. Were you planning to seduce me in the motel room while we were on our vacation?"

"No, but that's a thought, now that you mentioned it. If we ever get back to earth, and we resume our journey, would you like to continue our fun and games? Seriously, mom I have had a hankering for you; but I respect you and never would try any kind of shit like that. Nor would I want to hurt dad. It's just that this whole abduction had been so crazy and we are nude together 24/7. It's almost like the aliens want us to . ."

"They do, of course they do! It's obvious now. That's why they put the -- whatever it is in the food, to make us horny to get us to . . well they aren't going to get away with it! They don't realize that we are mother and son, that we can't . . shouldn't, wouldn't, ought not be doing those . . like we did last night." I nodded like I was agreeing, even though I didn't want the fun and games to be over. "From now on we will be stronger that the aphrodisiac. We are humans and we can beat the aliens, just like Will Smith, when he punched that E. T. pilot, in 'Independence Day'!"

So we played Gin Rummy, even though I was hard again and mom was runny. Eventually, the dose wore off and the day was our normal routine of remake the bed, watch some TV, talk about what the aliens were trying to do with us, why us, how could we escape, did dad realize that we were missing? Would people believe our story? Etc. What to watch on TV that night? What to have for dinner? 'Aye! There was the rub, for in those vittles what creams may cum?' to paraphrase the Bard. We had to eat, but in the food would be the stimulants of erotic erections and titillation for tits and twat. We must be stronger than temptation. We, well she, was resolved that we should do so.

However, while we were in the middle of viewing a mildly interesting game-show pre-prime-time, I asked her, "Mom, what did you mean when you said last night, just before you fell asleep, 'it's been years'?"

Mother looked pensive. Then she looked me in the eye. "I won't lie to you. It's been years since I had that much fun with anyone, including your father. It wasn't just smoking dope, though it's been years since I indulged in that pleasure as well. But I mean that the sheer uninhibited frolic, we let go and just had fun. I used to really crave that kind of excitement once in a while, and I miss it now that I'm older and . . more responsible. I guess since we are stuck here and don't have the usual sorts of restrictions on our behavior I allowed myself to indulge in that sort of insanity. It was fun. Too bad it has to end."

"Does it? While we are here, can't we be a little wild once in a while?"

"I think they even spike the booze, it somehow makes me woozier. But we can't just act like animals with no morals. Honey, if we did that the aliens would win. They want us to be wanton."

"Okay," I replied. While my thinking went -- 'SHIT! I wouldn't mind letting them have a few points if it meant getting into my mom's pants. Not that she had any. Into her pussy, that would mean the human-male scored!' I tried to scheme while TV was on, but came up short on practical ideas. Though my imagination of scenarios where I did manage to return to whence I came, so that I might cum there the first time, kept me long with longing without a aphrodisiac-laced snack that evening. Thus as it was, my hormones were naturally pumped up when we retired. I lay next to mom, but she gave no indication that any further indiscretions would be welcome.

I don't know why it occurred to me then, except back home I always had a bottle of Astrolube in the drawer next to my bed; that and a big box of tissues. The wastepaper-basket got full often. (Can you imagine, my dad had to use petroleum-jelly; messy!) But have you ever jacked-off (guys I mean) so much without some kind of lubricant that you got a sore spot? Spit sucks for the most part, unless you sucked on a piece of candy. But I was out of luck. Well I suppose I could have tried to order it from 'room-service'. But then, I wouldn't need to 'go to the well' that I had right next to me in the same bed, would I? 'Nothing ventured . . . etc.!'

"Mom, I've got a little problem -- big problem."

"What, Sweetie?"

"I'm not asking to fool around, but I'm horny and I usually masturbate to get to sleep, when we're home. But I don't have anything to . . slick my willie, if you know what I mean."

"I'm not going down on you, if that's what you're driving at."

"No! I just thought that perhaps if you might be able to loan me some of your natural juices."

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Awh . . forget it, I'll go over to the couch and jerk-off there, if I get a sore, I suppose the aliens provide first aid." I sounded my best hurt/petulant/pouty tone, which mother had a difficult time to ignore. She usually gave in when I grumbled that way, if it was a minor issue which she wasn't firm on. It was a weakness which I played upon, though not too often, so as not to use up brownie points. I started to get out of bed.

"Wait!" Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back. In the near dark I saw her put her hand to her crotch and in a moment she was smearing my cock with her sex oil. It occurred to me that there was already a flow, even before I had asked. If she could dip into the swamp and draw out her lube so immediately, I could deduce what that was indicative of! Interesting! Just the place I wanted to be in-dick-ative of! She gave me one more application. "Is that enough?"

"I think so, I'll try to be quick."

"You do that."

But of course I used it up before I was at the tipping point. "Can I have a little more?"

She sighed, "Here," mom repeated her application of her lubrication. "Would it help you get there faster if I did it for you?"

Now that was progress! "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind. I wasn't intending that you should have to do that, but sure it would feel better than doing it on my own." So she began to stroke my boner and returning to the well every once in a while. "That's so nice mom, I'll come soon. Do you need help keeping stimulated to provide enough for making me slick?"

She grunted a throaty, "Uh-huh", so I began to diddle in her genitals. This was going nicely! Glad I thought of it. I detected her pelvis making forward movements, I was beginning to move my hips too. We were now sort of turned toward each other and we got closer for better leverage. Our hands were not in sync, but my fingers played in her soft flesh and the middle digit dipped every now and then in her hole. She worked long strokes, then made a swirling around the swollen head of my dick. Her technique was clearly experienced and was really getting to me.

I pictured us in the act of making love, my penis plunging and plugging in her womanhood. The image tipped the balance and I shot into her hand as it caressed the knob just then. That set her off as well, and I felt her jerky movements and the flow of a liberal amount of her own discharge. "Don't expect this every night, young man." She said sternly. But no anger was there, it was a standard line, to indicate that she had no intention of spoiling me. She used it at home often enough, and usually contrary to the words, I got the privilege again as long as I didn't abuse her good will. So, I kept the thought to myself, but wondered what the next few days would bring of this new aspect of our relationship, in these very odd circumstances.

We rolled away and went to sleep after that session, but we woke spooning. Mom loved to cuddle and I had cozied up to her in the night, without any objections. We stayed in bed like that, both aware that we were each awake but enjoying the closeness and being lazy. What else was there to do? It's not like we were going anywhere. Unless we were on the mother-ship, and traveling in hyper-drive at light-years per second, due to arrive at a distant star eventually. But there was still no sense of that. In fact, the gravity was normal, and I suspected we were at a secret base of alien operations still on Earth. Or as the BEMs call it, Dirt. Looses something in translation.

We had eggs and bacon and French toast for breakfast with milk and OJ, and the standard dose of whatever the sex additive was. It was annoying, but we were getting used to the condition. We tried to remember how to play two handed bridge and which eventually evolved to become our own version of a bastardized bridge/rummy, perhaps a cross-breed? Maybe there was an undertone of sex to our gaming because Jack trumped a Queen if you could play an eight (ate) on her, Queens needed an Ace (ass) however to win a hand, and game was 69. Well the rules were silly, but we were bored and horny.

Then it was lunch, I forgot what we ate, maybe peanut butter and jelly. There was a movie on in the evening, we ordered popcorn and lots of beer. Then a couple of joints, since we were on a 'don't give a shit what the aliens want, we are on vacation!' roll. The mood turned ugly toward the BEMs and we got into a screaming fit, yelling out every insult and creative put down we could shout at them. Nothing happened, save we got hoarse, and at last we plopped down on the couch. Then we kissed because we had a mutual admiration for the other's power bursts of energy in hating our captors. We kissed some more because it was nice to have another human next to you. We kissed some more because kissing is fun.

Then we kissed some more because we were getting into it, and we began to make out, like two teenagers. Convenient that we had no buttons or zippers to deal with, birthdays suits had buttons but they were for fun things to do with them. I played with mom's and she worked my joystick. Palms caressed buttocks and chest pressed to breast, and octopi had nothing on us as our appendages roamed all over one another. We slid to the floor and entangled our legs and rubbed our genitalia together, like we were trying to start a fire, though rug burn was the only thing that was created. So then we clambered on to the mattress to continue our dalliance.

I found my fingers up mom's vagina, waving back and forth, front to back and groping for her G-spot too. Meanwhile, she had a finger poking two knuckles deep in my asshole. That was a new one for me, but everything was a turn-on at that point. She then got me to lie on my back and skittered down to show her talents at fellatio. She was in her element as she plied my pike. The way her lips sucked, the swirl of her tongue; I never felt her teeth, except when she deep throated me once and gagged, but after that she got the hang of my hard-on and gave really fine head. I was soon shooting in her mouth -- she even swallowed!​