We both stifled a laugh, but it was not shared by our surrounding audience.
The Man was curious, but ultimately, did not care enough to inquire further. "Interesting. Luckily for you, we have devised a drug capable of enhancing the sexual capabilities of human men. It should take effect soon."
I was not sure what Mom's pill was for, though I imagined it was to increase fertility. As soon as he mentioned the effects of the drug I'd ingested, I knew right away that The Man was not bluffing about its potency.
My erection, which had been a fading memory seconds earlier, was reinvigorated as though somebody had shocked it back to life with chest paddles. Blood rushed to the mushroom cap at the end, ballooning it to its former glory in less than ten seconds. Getting hard without proper stimulation was strange, like somebody else was hijacking my body's natural responses in order to pilot me like a robot built for breeding.
The mental clarity and brief adversity to sex brought on by my orgasm were wiped out in an instant. My refractory period was shortened to less than a handful of seconds. If I had been standing, I would have been brought to my knees by the instantaneous wave of profound, rampant horniness that rushed through me. I went from wanting a nap and a sandwich — as a man often does after sex — to a primal urge to mount and breed my mother.
In the past, there had been times where I had recovered quickly, much to my own surprise. Those experiences had not been similar at all to what the alien drug was forcing upon me. My brain switched tracks in an instant, and it could not be switched back.
Mom chuckled. "Wow, honey. That fast?"
"M-Mom," I whimpered desperately, "I... I can't. I need you now." It was not quite painful — not physically, anyway. I imagined it was similar to the pain of withdrawal after a lifetime of addiction. My entire being longed for her so direly that I would have crawled through a field of broken glass just to kiss her feet.
Mom sensed that my desperation went beyond simple desire. "Sweetheart, are you okay?
My pulse was racing. "I don't know! I'm so fucking horny! I don't know!"
Mom scooted between my legs. Since I was still lying on my back, she towered over me despite her relatively small stature. I felt safe in the shadow of her presence, but the true comfort came when she lay her body over me like a weighted blanket.
Her squishy breasts flattened against my chest, which made them bulge out on the sides when her weight rested on me. Soft, supple flesh spilled over the sides of my chest, forming to me like molded putty. The tremendous weight of her breasts made it difficult to draw breath, yet I felt completely secure.
Mom wrapped her arms around my head and kissed my forehead. "Shhh, shhh. It's gonna be okay, Mommy is here."
My dick felt like it was about to explode. "Why am I so fucking horny? I can feel every vein just... throbbing!"
Mom was positioned between my legs in such a way that, without needing to readjust herself, she could press down on my erection with her pussy mound simply by pushing her hips forward a little bit.
She brushed her fingers through my hair, raking her nails along my scalp. "I know, honey. I can feel him getting bigger. Does it hurt?"
I winced, my muscles contracting so fiercely that it felt like my dick would snap in half. "A-a little, yeah."
Mom grinded her plump muffin against my violently straining cock. She rested her head beside mine so she could whisper into my ear, "Tell Mommy how to make the pain go away."
I grimaced. "Fuck! I need to fuck. I need to fuck you."
While she whispered to me, she placed a delicate kiss on my neck to accent each of her words. "Baby... wants... Mommy's... pussy?"
"Jesus Christ, I do!"
Mom giggled. "I thought you might. Are you sure you wanna go back inside?"
I wailed like a petulant child. "Moooooom, please!"
Mom knew she had all of the power, and it was going to her head. It was no longer a question of if we would have sex, so with that assurance, she took no issue in playing with her food.
"But honey," she whimpered, taunting me, "it's awful wet inside of there. Mommy is too snug for some boys to fit their penises, and yours is so very big, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you if my pussy hugs are too tight."
I was enthralled in the moment, and could not quell or even ignore the intrusive thoughts that, in hindsight, were not very romantic. "I love hearing you call it that."
Mom chuckled again. "My pussy?"
My heart tightened in my chest like a noose wrapped around it had suddenly been put to use. "God, yes."
She nibbled on my earlobe, mashing her pussy against my strained erection, then whispered, "You wanna slide your fat cock into Mommy's hot, cozy little cunt. You want to go back where you came from, don't you, honey?"
Mom was having fun with the dirty talk, saying things that she never would have said if not for the chemical additive in the air. I was all for it, willing to follow whatever bizarre path I was being led down, as long as it made my dick feel good.
I expressed to her my most sincere, heartfelt desire. "I want to go back inside — more than anything in the world."
Mom lifted her head to look into my eyes. "Then let's get you back home, where you belong. Can you lie still for me?"
I tried to play it cool, hoping she would not notice the veins bulging in my neck. "Sure."
Mom patted on my thigh. "Put your legs together, honey. Mommy's going to put her legs over yours."
"Are you gonna ride me?" Higher brain function was a thing of the past.
Mom stared down at me, pure glee plastered across her face; a brief memory flashed of the time I'd handed her my first grade report card with straight As. "That's right, my smart baby boy. Mommy's going to do all the work, so just relax."
I closed my legs so that Mom could straddle me. Her cunt breathed heated steam onto my cock like the muzzle of a great, ancient dragon.
Mom lifted her butt off of me, finally giving my dick a moment to breath. Through the gap in her legs, she reached down and curled her fingers around my cock. She aimed it at the ceiling, then sat back down. It was so hard that — with one powerful flex — it wedged it into the crease between her plump ass cheeks.
It was heavenly, but Mom knew how to make it even better. She reached behind her like she was going to give her ass a swat. Instead, using one finger, she gently nudged my cock until it sank between her gigantic cheeks, using the deep valley to surround my dick on either side. My cock wedged into the crevasse, embedded there so firmly that I imagined our audience would naively think that I was already inside of her.
Mom squeezed tightly, molding the walls of her doughy bottom around me like she was sealing the doors of a humid tomb.
"Does that feel nice, honey?" Mom cooed.
"Uh-huh." That was a lie; it felt fucking amazing.
It was no surprise to find that, no matter how much I had spent on sex toys in the past, no amount of lubricated silicone could come close to mirroring the feeling of Mom's ass cheeks caressing me. I was not even inside of her yet, and I was already experiencing sensations that made me feel alive for the first time in years.
Mom leaned forward slowly until the firm nipples capping each of her enormous, hanging breasts were grazing my chest. She dragged them across my chest like doughy, dangling wrecking balls until they were both dangling menacingly above my head. If she'd have dropped them onto me, the meteoric impact would have given me a concussion.
Mom wiggled and shimmied her hips on my cock. I was not sure what she was trying to do at first, but the purpose of her methodical fumbling became clear when the head of my cock nestled into the mouth of her vagina. She had found a way to perfectly position me so that, once we were ready, she need only release her hips and let gravity do the rest.
Mom's voice was bathed in rich, luxurious honey. "Can you feel that?"
I grunted a confirmation.
She clenched her pussy, tightening the slimy tunnel to place a profoundly taboo kiss upon the crown of my spongy, purple mushroom. "That's home, sweetheart. She missed you."
Stuck on repeat, the most coherent thing I could utter was, "Please. Please, Mom. Oh God, please!"
Mom dropped her hips a couple of inches, easily swallowing the engorged bulb along with a generous portion of thick, veiny cock. The head pushed through her velvety folds, peeling her pink petals apart as it sank into her body like a blade. It pierced through the densely packed tunnel of hot, convulsing meat as far as it was allowed before Mom froze in place.
I was halfway inside, but thanked my lucky stars that she had stopped when she had. The intense heat, tightly coiled walls, and tender flesh smothering even half of my dick was overwhelming. If Mom had taken the whole thing in one go, I would have orgasmed on the spot.
"Oh, fuck!" I groaned with my brow tightly furrowed to try and maintain control for as long as I could.
Mom rubbed my temple with her thumb, and blew a steady breeze of cool air over my face. "Too much, baby?"
Mom kissed my forehead. I was sweating a bit, but her motherly instincts made her immune to being grossed out by my clammy skin. She loved me too much to care about that stuff.
"Want Mommy to slow down?"
"O-okay," I sighed.
Mom offered me a challenge, though it came across as more of a demand. "Don't cum until you're at the bottom."
The next few seconds were some of the hardest, and most remarkable, of my entire life. Every second I spent entombed within her velour walls, marinating in her rich, syrupy nectar, felt like an eternity. I did not think I would ever make it to the bottom.
The luscious tunnel trying to suffocate me was a hallway whose end got further away the further into it that I sank, but all good things must come to an end.
At the bottom of her pussy, where her warmth burned the hottest, was a firm, spongy wall. The mouth of Mom's cervix kissed the head of my dick when they finally met, waiting patiently to be doused with cum.
Mom constricted her walls around the slab of meat throbbing inside of her. "Put your hands on my bum. If you're going to cum, just squeeze, and I'll slow down."
By the sounds of it, she was not in a rush. By all accounts, we should have been eager to get it over with, yet both felt the same desire to take our time.
Mom sat up, granting me access to the staggering view of her enormous breasts towering over me. I wanted to squeeze them until they were red with finger marks, but was too enthralled by their hypnotic wobbling to even raise my arms.
Mom rocked back and forth in my lap, grinding the velvet vice around my cock like she was trying to polish it to a shine. Every small bump inside her pussy felt meticulously placed — designed to coddle my dick in the embrace of the warmest, wettest massage one could hope to experience.
It was bizarre, yet undeniable, to accept that the most amazing sensation to ever grace my nerve endings was that of my mother's pussy coiling around me.
Mom was not just bouncing idly; she was putting in some serious work to extract my cum as lovingly as she could. There was a pattern to her movements. On every stroke, right as the head of my dick was lodged against her G-spot, she clenched up and swung her hips forward, driving the sensitive helmet against the roof of her pussy.
Even a fool would have noticed the way her face contorted with pleasure every time she drove my cock to the bottom. It may have been for my benefit at first, but that was no longer the case.
I gazed up at the gorgeous woman who was straddling me and rocking her hips with wild abandon, transfixed by her huge, bouncing breasts just as deeply as I was by her immaculate beauty.
Mom noticed my blissful stare. "What is it, honey?" she panted between bounces.
I grinned earnestly. "You're just beautiful, Mom."
Mom blushed sheepishly. "You're already inside. You don't need to sweet talk me, honey."
"Do I feel good?" I hoped the question did not sound as pedantic to her as it did to me. She nodded, but that was not enough for me. "No. I want to hear you fucking say it."
Mom whimpered softly, and bit her lower lip. "I don't want you to think I'm a whore..."
I wrapped my arms around her back and secured her to my chest. "Then I am as big of a whore as you are!"
My arms tethered Mom to me, holding her in place with an iron grip no matter how violently she bounced her ass. She recklessly shook, shuffled, and rocked her bottom in every direction, jumping around like a rabbit caught in a trap. Instead of trying to escape, however, that slutty bunny knew that the only way out was to make the hunter who caught her very, very happy.
Mom flung her hips onto me with focused aggression, plunging my cock into the depths of her soggy cunt. Loud, salacious slapping echoed around the room every time her thighs, slippery with juices, plopped into my lap. The sound drowned out the noisy slurping of her pussy-vacuum desperately trying to keep its loosened seal around my cock.
With a kiss on my neck, Mom whispered into my ear. "Let me sit up."
It broke my heart to let her go, but the view of her enormous breasts swinging into view was a fantastic consolation.
A strand of hair, matted with sweat, was glued to Mom's forehead. She brushed it out of the way, tucking the golden coil behind her ear. "You squeezed Mommy awfully tight, honey."
I smirked at her. "I'm sorry, Mom, but you're squeezing me pretty tight, too!"
Mom rolled her eyes. "Give me your hands, Mr. Comedian."
I extended my hands for Mom to hold onto. We interlocked our fingers, palms together, so that I could support her weight while she rocked in place. Her heavy breasts heaved with every labored breath she took, but she was not slowing down.
Mom bounced on her knees, making her tits collide together like powerful, rolling waves. At the apex of each bounce, her breasts were completely weightless. They floated in the air for a brief moment before gravity took hold and brought them crashing down again.
Like clockwork, each bounce made Mom's breasts sway to the sides of her chest. They were powerful pendulums whose weight would inevitably send them careening towards each other with enough force to crush a soda can into a flat, metal disc.
Every time I thought I had memorized the pattern, her boobs would bounce chaotically in a new, unimaginably captivating way that made me fall in love with them all over again.
It was hard to believe that, at one point in my life, I had nursed from the same breasts that were then flopping around in front of my face. If they had been full of milk, there would have squirted a thin stream of white cream over my chest every time they smashed into one another. I longed to be decorated like a canvas — painted from head to toe with an abstract masterpiece
Mom bore down with more effort on her down strokes, making her floppy udders slap obscenely against her tummy with each bounce. The saggy piles of dough, hanging loosely from her chest, threw their weight around as though she were not attached to them.
My balls tingled with a familiar warmth. "Mom, I can't last much longer."
Before the words had left my lips — as if she were anticipating them — Mom leapt off of me. My dick stood at attention, throbbing in the empty space with the head pointed straight up at the ceiling.
"Wait," Mom demanded. "Not yet."
A low murmur behind us made its presence known. I hated being reminded that we had an audience, but the disdain lasted for less than a second, and was quickly replaced by the fervent horniness that had been piloting me ever since the pills had kicked in.
The Man stepped forward, but Mom and I did not even bother to look at him. "Why have you stopped the procreation?" he asked. "Was it ineffective?"
We could have lied. We could have made up something, anything, which might have stopped us from having to create a child together. The fact that neither of us even bothered to try spoke volumes about our mindsets.
Without missing a beat, Mom informed him that conception was better in a position that she deemed, as elegantly as she could, "baby pose." I was unfamiliar with the name, but when she scrambled onto her back and grabbed her ankles, I knew exactly what she meant.
Mom lifted her legs high into the air. They made an oval around her head, with her tits and face framed in the center, like a portrait of depravity.
The chubby mound between her legs looked like a puffy marshmallow. If I had tried to squeeze the whole mound with one hand like a stress ball, her supple flesh would have oozed through my fingers.
The glue drooling out of her pussy had saturated her thick, densely coiled jungle of brown pubic hair. What had likely once been a silky tousle of fluff was matted and soaked to the skin, like fur clinging to the body of a wet kitten.
The length of Mom's slit glistened in the light with that same honey. The plump, pink curtains, each the length of my middle finger, were sealed shut - partially a consequence of that same sticky stuff. They bulged outward slightly like two fat, pouting lips.
The skin around the edges of her lush, rosy petals was slightly darker, and populated with dozens of goosebumps that made her look positively appetizing. I wanted to sink my teeth into that tender flesh and feel the litany of tiny bumps on my tongue.
A tiny, delicate bubble was nestled in the opening of Mom's pussy, waiting to be popped. It sat opposite the hood at the top of her crease, which, despite its best efforts, could not conceal the small, engorged pearl that lay beneath it.
She spread her legs to their widest, and the lips of her vagina slowly peeled apart like a wet, slimy sticker from its backing. "Put a baby in me, sweetheart. Make me a grand-mommy!"
I liked that idea a hell of a lot, and the way my dick throbbed with glee gave it away.
Mom chuckled and pointed at my cock with her toes. "He likes that idea, huh? Are you excited to be a daddy?"
My heart pounded in my ears. "Jesus, Mom. I can't believe we're about to do this."
"I know. Me neither. The only way out is through. Are you with me, sweetheart?" I knew that she was asking me sincerely.
I nodded, my eyes laser-focused on the glimmering jewel between her legs. The song of a thousand sirens called to me, beckoning me forth.
Mom kicked her feet excitedly, but maintained her grip on her ankles. She watched impatiently, her eyes trained on my cock as it approached her. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
By that point, I was not sure which of us was more excited by the incestual breeding.
I climbed on top of Mom and held myself over her. It felt good to be the one in control for a change — no longer a puppet at the whim of my horny mother.
I set the stage by gradually feeding my cock into the mouth of Mom's hungry pussy. She greedily swallowed her meal, engulfing me like a starving snake trying to ingest an animal whole. Per my whim, however, she was forced to do it slowly - one inch at a time.
As badly as I wanted to pound Mom flat, I did not want to rush either the experience itself or my time as the more dominant and active partner. I started slow, sawing in and out of the greasy pocket, fighting the urge to thrust into her like a madman. Her walls clung to me, but offered no resistance against my journey to the bottom.
Mom's tits smothered her face, but over their mountainous swell I could still see her eyes smiling at me. "Welcome back, honey."
I begged my brain to keep the pace steady, but instincts can only be denied for so long. Hearing Mom welcome me back inside, with her voice as sweet as sugar, ignited signal flares in my brain that told my dick that we were ready to blow at any moment. started to go faster, slamming my hips into Mom so that my dick was driven like a piston through the densely packed burrow of succulent meat. Mom gasped, startled by the sudden aggression, but quickly took to mewling with pleasure as I carved the shape of my cock into her pliable muscle.
Mom's tits danced wildly, jumping around as the force of my indignant slamming reverberated through her tiny body. Her shrill cries, laden with pleasure, were hitting a pitch that I had never heard from her. They were a mating call — a celebration of her successful breeding that she would have been willing to scream from the rooftops.
Mom was enjoying it at first, but soon realized that my sudden burst of vigor was not going to slow down — not until I was finished. After being fucked without empathy for a few strokes, she was beginning to second-guess her decision to let me lead.
"J-Jesus, honey," she said. "Whoa — whoa!" Her face was contorted in a chaotic juxtaposition of pain and pleasure.
I could not slow down. Even if I could have, I would have chosen not to. I knew I was being too rough with her, but the inclination to be gentle took a backseat to the irresistible urge to ravage her.
The worry on her face was not lost on me; all that was lost was my ability to control myself. For her part, however, Mom could tell how invested I was - how I'd become a slave to primal instincts that an alien drug had kicked into overdrive.
Fueled by my enthusiasm and her own primal urges coming to the surface, Mom's face slowly morphed into a wicked, lecherous display. It was animalistic; the mask was off. I saw Mom in the most intimate, stripped- down fashion one ever could, and I loved what I saw.
"Harder," she demanded bluntly, with a fierce snarl. "Fuck me harder!"
Mom was unrecognizable, furiously begging for me to cum as though she had forgotten — or, perhaps, was enchanted by — her son being the one to breed her. She stared down at my cock slamming into her, completely transfixed. My dick rapidly dove into the depths of her cunt, only to be pulled out again, where she could see the steam rolling off of me.
The provocative display reduced her to rubble. All she could do was mindlessly vent the frantic thoughts in her brain. "Oh my god, fuck me. You're gonna get me fucking pregnant!" She seemed to be oscillating at a hundred times a second between deep enjoyment and real, genuine fear.
It seemed that even our hyper-advanced captors could not invent a drug that could fully erase the impact of being bred by one's own offspring.
Mom's wailing reached a fever pitch, stripping her of the barriers that usually keep a mother looking decent and respectful in the eyes of her son. "Jesus, it's fucking happening, ohmygod. This is real, this is really happening, holy shit!"
I covered her shivering body with mine, hugging her tightly, and kissed her cheek. Mom squeezed her arms around me with such strength that I thought my back would snap in half, but, in an effort to be strong for her, I allowed her to cling to me for support. I considered it the least I could do for the woman who was about to carry my child for nine months - especially after having done the same for me, once upon a time.
"Honey," Mom whispered into my ear, sniffling back tears — though I do not think were born of sadness. "I'm fucking scared. Why does it feel so good? What the fuck is going on?"
"I'm sorry, Mom. I can't stop."
I thought she had been asking for a break, but her quick denial proved me wrong. "No! No, honey, please. I want it."
I groaned urgently. "You do?"
Mom nodded eagerly. "I want to have your baby. I want it so fucking badly; I can't explain it. I need it, honey."
The look on her face was woefully sincere, and it was the acceptance of that realization that had shaken her so. If she was feeling what I was, then she was equally as terrified by the impossibly strong urge to procreate. It was greater than any thirst, or hunger, we had ever felt on Earth.
Mom was chanting in a low register — growling like a beast in heat. "I need it. I need it. I need a baby." I had never seen her in such a state of unrestrained depravity, and her pleas were among the most desperate I had ever heard from anyone about anything.
"Oh, god, Mom!" I yelped.
Mom grabbed the sides of my head with her hands, cradling my face while she gazed lovingly into my eyes. "I fucking love you, honey. I love you so fucking much."
Electricity surged through me. Every molecule in my body was infused with lightning, suspended for an eternity in the brief flash of perfect, harmonious ecstasy with which Mom had blessed me.
My eyes were closed. I was adrift in billowing waves of dopamine. They made the darkness before me undulate grotesquely - dancing shapes that were both of and within the warm, black shadows that eclipsed my vision. Pure, heavenly bliss seeped from every pore in my body, yet I could not slow down. Even as an orgasm like never before tore through my body, humbling me as it did, I could not stop my body from carrying on its ritualistic thrusting.
I flooded my mother's vagina with the seeds of her grandchildren, sowing my oats in the wet, succulent field in which I had toiled all day. I melted into her, ignorant to the barrier between our bodies, as I could feel nothing but the beautiful nirvana we had created simply by grinding our bodies together.
Hot, potent cum splattered the mouth of Mom's womb. I bathed her insides like they were ablaze, extinguishing the broiling lust inside of her with a torrent of thick, slimy glue. My cock drowned in the viscous soup that churned inside of her greedy pussy.
Mom's soft, velvet walls constricted me, squeezing my cock in tune with its powerful flexes, coaxing another thick cable of cum from my tightly clenched balls. I howled like a wolf at the moon, producing such an immense volume of cum that, before I was finished filling her, fat globs of it drooled from the edges of her loose, freshly fucked cunt.
Under normal circumstances, I would have stopped and basked in the afterglow of a truly life-changing orgasm. Unfortunately, under the rule of alien drugs that had taken control of my brain, there was simply no stopping to smell the roses.
I habitually pumped my dick — which had yet to soften even one iota — into Mom's swampy, cum-soaked pussy, churning her cream filling into a rich, white foam that bubbled out of her like frothed milk.
I could not stop.
Mom offered me a puzzled look that I was too distracted to acknowledge. "Are you done, sweetheart?" It was rhetorical. Her real curiosity was why my thrusting was getting faster after I had just emptied my balls into her.
I grunted. I could not stop, but I could thrust harder. Mom's cervix was crushed against my spongy cock head, making her seize up below me.
"Ow!" she whined playfully. "Honey, you're hurting me." It was not apparent to her just how thoroughly I had lost control, but a few more bravado-fueled plunges to the bottom of her loose sheath convinced her that she was not done being fucked just yet.
I groaned solemnly, my soul leaving my body. I could not stop, but I could thrust even harder. My dick was made of molten iron. The monstrous, bulging beast ripped through Mom's insides like they were pink tissue paper.
Mom knew she was not getting through to me, but continued to try. "Slow, honey, go slow! Fuck, ohhh, fuck, I—oh god! Be gentle with Mommy!"
I was a shell of myself. There was nothing happening in my pre-frontal cortex. There were no thoughts or cognizant efforts being made. I was operating on pure instinct.
"P-please, sweetheart!" Mom cried, pounding her tiny, balled up fists desperately against my chest. "Mommy isn't b-built for this! You're go—fuck!— going too hard!" Even that failed to penetrate my brain.
Helpless to contest the raging behemoth dominating her body, Mom's only recourse was to appeal to the emotional little boy that she had raised—hoping, desperately, that he still existed somewhere in the recesses of my drug-addled brain.
"I love y-you, sweetheart!" she whimpered, "Remember Mommy loves you!"
"Love... Mommy... too." I grunted, feeling some of my senses — my humanity — bubble through the cracks.
Mom saw her window, and rushed to take it before I slipped back into automated-breeding mode again. "You love Mommy! Then be gentle, honey! Gentle with Mommy!"
"Gentle," I repeated, but the word would not sink in. I collide with Mom's cervix like it was a punching bag, but she was too generous to force me off, though she had every right to. Rather, she wanted to connect with the son she had raised, and speak to him the way only a mother could.
Mom rubbed the small of my back with one of her hands, pressing down with her palm while she massaged the base of my spine with large, slowly drawn circles. She tried to keep her pace steady, reassuring me with her calming back rub that everything was going to be okay. Even though she was struggling to speak clearly thanks to my energetic thrusting, she tried to muster the words that would bring me back into my body.
She sang to me, and even in my drug-induced stupor, I heard her.
"So-sofffft kitty, warrrrm k-kitty. Little ba-ball of f-fu-fuck. Ohhhh, ohmygod." Mom huffed and puffed, breathing sharply through her nose like a marathon runner on the verge of passing out.
"Ball... of... fur," I grunted between violent thrusts to the bottom of her cunt.
Mom's eyes lit up when she realized her song was actually getting through to me, drilling into my vacant mind to fill it with cherished memories that might belay my passionate pounding.
"Good boy," she squealed happily. "Sing with Mommy!"
The two of us finished the song together. Her traipse through the lyrics was laden with stutters, stemming from the nerves that made her body shake like a leaf in the wind. She trembled around my body, nervously watching the life return to my eyes, so that she could speak to her son instead of the sex-fueled demon that had possessed his body.
"Purr, purr, purrrrrrr!" Mom concluded the song triumphantly, tensing her body to try and make space between the head of my cock and her sore, battered cervix.
The veil lifted from my eyes, and though it took a few more seconds for me to return to normal, my thrusting had finally slowed to a patient grind. I feared I had gone too far, even though it was not my intention to do so.
In the aftermath of my frenzied lust, once the ringing in my ears was quiet enough to hear my own thoughts, all I could think about was whether I had pushed Mom too far.
I gulped. "Mom? Are... are you okay?"
Mom sniffled and smiled weakly at me. It was the most she could muster, but the look in her eyes told me that she was proud I had soothed myself for her sake.
She batted her eyelashes. "I'm okay, honey. Mommy's fine."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I collapsed into her arms.
Mom wrapped her legs around my thighs, and her arms around my shoulders, shushing me with a calming whisper. "It's okay; I'm okay. We did it. You did it. It's over."
"I did it," I repeated like a lame parrot.
Mom kissed my cheek. "I am so proud of you. I knew you wouldn't let me down."
The Man stepped forward. "Have you finished?"
Mom sighed, heaving her whole body with one, exaggerated breath. "Yes, obviously we are done."
The Doctor spoke up from behind The Man. "We will test her pregnancy tomorrow. In the meantime, sequester them to their bedroom so we may study the footage."
I snickered. "Perverted aliens. Who would have thought?"
Mom and I chuckled to each other while our audience stared unblinkingly. I suppose they did not find it funny — or maybe they had yet to learn what the word 'pervert' meant.
We were not permitted to ask anything more of, or poke fun at, our captors. The various beings filtered out of the room, each disappearing through the solid walls that surrounded us. Once we were alone, it took a single blink for us to be transported to a new room.
I sucked in a breath of air that made me think I had gone without oxygen for quite some time. I was not sure how much time had passed, if any. It did not feel like we had moved places. Instead, it felt as though the ship itself had moved around us.
Mom was still naked, and still next to me on the bed, though our new mattress was at least twice the size of the one on which I had impregnated her. "Where are we now?"
"Back in our room, I guess?" We had not spent much time in there, but it was nice to have accommodations that were mildly familiar.
The silver furnishings on the furniture had not changed, the bed was still pushed up against the wall, and there was nothing in sight to alleviate the boredom that would inevitably come from spending a single hour trapped within those drab, white walls. There was, however, one change.
At the foot of the bed, on a large, rectangular metal tray, was a folded piece of paper with a black pen beside it. It was innocuous on the surface, but somehow I knew it was of great importance.
Mom and I looked at each other, daring the other to be the first to approach the menacing slip of paper. Whatever was written inside of it, we were never going to be any more ready to read it than we were then.
Mom reached out and pinched the note with her trembling fingers. She unfolded it, her eyes fluttering briefly through the apparently sparse collection of words it contained. Then she read it again, and again, and again, without saying a single word to me.
My throat was dry for the first time since waking up onboard the ship. "What does it say?"
Mom chewed her bottom lip. She scanned my face with her eyes, pensively memorizing how I looked in the last few seconds before she shared the news with me.
"We really did it," Mom sniffled, pinching a small tear from the corner of her eye. "It's a girl."
"It's a... you're..." I was awestruck.
Mom's face beamed with pride. "I'm pregnant, with a little girl — our little girl, honey."
It felt like mere minutes had passed since we'd left the breeding room, but it must have been long enough for Mom's impregnation to have been tested. Whatever technology had been used to determine its success was, apparently, also able to tell us the sex with immediate accuracy — either that, or, I feared, we were losing enormous portions of time to some sort of trance.
"Oh my god, Mom. Look at your belly!" I pointed to Mom's stomach. It was swollen, exhibiting signs of an early pregnancy. It was subtle, but after spending so much time exploring her body, I was able to recognize the change.
Mom held her tummy with both hands, rubbing the bulge that protruded from her abdomen. "She's already in there."
"What do we do now?" I asked, as if Mom would have any more answers than I did.
Mom repetitively read the note, burning the shape of each letter into her retinas. Without looking up, she said, "I don't think they're going to let me go home."
I knew she was right. Any self-respecting scientist would follow the experiment to completion, and we were nine long months away from that point.
"But you," she said, finally handing the paper to me, "are free to leave, I guess."
I snatched the slip out of her hands. At the bottom, below the large text that informed us of her pregnancy, were two boxes with one word apiece next to them, and below those boxes was a simple statement.
_Stay
_Leave
Only the mother is required to remain behind.
I had not spent much time considering what would happen after Mom and I had had sex. I had hoped—foolishly, perhaps—that we would both be permitted to go. Instead, Mom was being given no such choice, but I was. I had to decide between staying onboard that hellish, unearthly vessel, or return to the life that I knew on Earth.
It was a no-brainer.
I laid down on the bed and pulled Mom's naked, pregnant body on top of mine. "You know what I heard?"
Mom curled up under my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. "What's that, honey?"
"I heard that having sex while pregnant is actually really good for the baby." I kissed the top of her head, then inhaled deeply to inundate my senses with as much of her as I could.
Mom scoffed. "Where did you hear that?"
I shrugged. "Some idiot back on Earth, I guess."
The mention of my friends back on Earth — those I was leaving behind — made Mom wrestle with the morality of letting me stay with her. She could not ask me to abandon my life on Earth for almost an entire year. "Honey, what about Chelsea? What about your friends back home?"
"What about Dad?" I countered.
Mom traced small circles around my belly button with her finger, unwilling to dignify my horrid reminder. "I don't have the same choice that you do. I have to stay. You don't."
"I do have to stay. That's my baby, too, Mom."
"What about when I give birth, and we have to go back home and explain where we've been? What if we never get to go home?"
I clung to her tightly. "I will go wherever they make me, as long as I'm with you."
Mom chuckled, then groaned sadly, then laughed again. "God, this is so fucked up. Your father used to tell me that he loved me to the ends of the Earth. Well, it turns out, you have him beat by a couple of light years."
In my warped perception of time, it had been less than a full day since I had woken up in a cell and wondered where the hell I had been. With Mom curled up beside me, our unborn daughter growing peacefully in her womb, I finally had the answer to that question.
I was home, and I was not leaving.