I think this is a pretty good story despite the silly title - it was certainly fun to write! I'm very much looking forward to your reaction, so please make comments both pro and con. I enjoy and appreciate your input.
As always, this is a work of fiction, all characters exist solely within the confines of the story and my imagination (but wouldn't it be nice...). Enjoy!
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Looking backwards at how things began so many years ago, it sometimes still feels like a strange dream. So much has changed and we were responsible, at least in part, for all that has come about. It's so odd to think it began because we were lost taking a short cut across the Sequatchie Valley in Tennessee.
Mom and I were traveling back from an overnight visit to a university in Knoxville in early spring of my senior year in high school. It had been a beautiful spring day after a long, miserable and cold winter. Mom decided that instead of driving the interstate, we'd take some back roads to enjoy the sun and scenery as we made our way back home to a small city south of Nashville. I'd had no complaints -- I enjoyed time alone with Mom -- my father mostly being on the road, doing advance work for the construction company he was an engineer for.
Somehow we'd managed to get way off the beaten path and lost and by the time the sun set, we were still hours from home. Mom didn't seem to mind, she'd enjoyed the sunny day and I was having fun teasing Mom about her sense of direction or lack thereof. As the last minutes of light faded away, taking the scenic sight of the mountains on both sides of the wide valley away, we were on a state road that Mom hoped would bring us somewhere closer to civilization. As it was, aside from the far distant lights of a farm or two, there was nothing to see.
We were picking up a classic rock station from Chattanooga and Mom was laughing and moving to the music as I drove. I had to admit that it was a bit hard to focus on the road with Mom cavorting to Van Halen. My mother was a good looking woman of forty-three and didn't look like she was the mother of an eighteen year old. She had shoulder length hair, dark brown -- almost black and brown eyes. Mom was a curvaceous woman -- not fat, but very filled out with a trim stomach that came from countless hours of exercise and trips to the gym.
Mom was well aware of the admiring looks she got from my friends and she'd never admit it, but it pleased her when their eyes would follow her blue jean clad butt across a room or when they would sneak a peek down her blouse whenever given an opportunity. Mom was really well endowed and favored scooped necklines and blouses with a button or two undone, emphasizing her hefty breasts. I will confess that I personally lived for the days she would go sunbathing in our back yard in a small bikini and happily admit that I've masturbated more than once gazing down at her scantily clad body from my bedroom window.
Van Halen had given way to Billy Idol and I was looking forward to seeing what Mom did with "White Wedding," when she paused and looked past me out towards the darkness. "Huh, look at that, John, " Mom said, pointing past my face, her puzzled face illuminated by the dashboard lights. I looked out my driver side window to see a red and white light blinking in the distance. "Is that a plane?"
"I'm not sure," I replied. "I think it's moving though." The light seemed to be paralleling us, but in the darkness it was hard to tell how far off it was. "If it is, it's pretty freaking low."
Mom nodded and said, "Well, maybe we're closer to a city than I thought. Maybe there's an airport around here."
"Maybe," I said, glancing at the light, then the road and then the light again. I looked to the road again, confirming that we were the only car around on the long and straight highway.
I checked my speed and was starting to turn my head for another look at the light when Mom screamed, "Oh my God!" I turned to see the light, now a bright ball of red light coming at us at unreal speed. I slammed on the brakes, causing us to skid a moment before we came to a complete stop just as the red light, now bigger than our car flew silently by, only to be followed by a huge gust of wind that actually move our sedan a few feet sideways.
Mom was suddenly next to me on the bench seat, one arm on my wrist and despite the freakiness of the moment, I was keenly aware of her heavy breasts, under her light pullover sweater, mashed up against me. "John, what the hell was that?"
Billy Idol screamed it was a "White Wedding," before I managed to say, "I don't know...maybe a flying saucer?" Mom and I looked at each other for a moment and then we started laughing -- breaking the sudden tension. Then we paused, our bodies still pressed together and a whole new type of tension immediately took shape and Mom looked at me oddly and then with an embarrassed look on her face, eased back from me.
Mom laughed again, a bit more weakly and then said, "Well, before the little green men arrive, maybe we should get going. I'd still like to be home before midnight."
I nodded and began to pull out, but before we traveled twenty feet, Billy Idol's voice on the radio gave way to a squall of shrill interference and then the car sputtered and stalled as we were suddenly bathed in reddish light that illuminated everything around us. I tried to turn the ignition over, but it was dead, not even the starter making a clicking noise. I looked at my mother and said, "Mom?" but she was sitting there, strangely lovely in the reddish light, her eyes wide with fear.
Before she could respond, the light began to shift, becoming whiter while simultaneously I felt a sudden low hum that seemed to start inside me, building until I felt like I was being vibrated. As the intensity of the hum increased, so did the intensity of the white light until it almost blinded me of everything. With one hand, I reached out and found Mom's hand, trying to pull her closer to me again. I was amazed to see the gold bracelet on her hand shining as if on fire, along with her simple gold wedding band.
I looked into Mom's eyes as the light began to crowd everything else out and I felt her hand squeeze mine as the light overtook us, faintly hearing her call out to me, "I love you, son!"
