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."
