It was a hot June morning when I found the crater behind some bushes in a nearby forest. I was just riding my bike and found the thing. Despite the movies I'd seen always saying otherwise, I decided to approach the crater anyways. It was here that I found a small egg that was quietly smoldering. As I approached, the egg slowly opened and a green, slug like creature emerged. The thing was about a foot and a half long and was covered in some kind of weird sticky stuff. Despite this, I couldn't help but get closer. I had the weird feeling that this thing was trying to talk to me. Something compelled me to pick it up and take it home with me. I just couldn't resist this creature. It sure as hell didn't seem dangerous.
Anyways, I brought it home and put it in the bathroom. See, my room is the only one in the case with a bathroom, so no one else goes in there. I honestly couldn't keep my mind off it all day. It was nice, however, not to worry about it since my one brother was off in college and my dad was off on a business trip. The only other person in the house was my mom, the most extraordinary woman ever. She cooked, cleaned, worked, and everything in between. But I could never take my eyes off her.
At the age of 46, she was still perfect to me. She had smooth skin, long blonde hair, was tan, and had these heaving breasts that I constantly wanted to nuzzle in. However, whenever the topic of incest was randomly brought up, all se did was express her disgust, which made me mentally discard any hopes of hooking up with her. However, everything changed that night.
As I lay sleeping, I was suddenly compelled to wake up. I walked into my bathroom and picked up the alien creature once more, as it had stayed there all day. I felt like I was in a trance as I walked across the house and into my mom's room. Here, she slept peacefully with barely even a sound. The alien suddenly started squirming in my hands with excitement and all I could do was focus on my mom. I walked to her bedside and stared at her for a moment before placing the creature by her head and walking away. I stole one last glance at her ad walked out of her room and fell back asleep.
The next morning I woke up and pondered the previous night. Had it really happened? I looked in my bathroom and couldn't see the creature anywhere, but I still couldn't be sure. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and was met by my mom who was scratching her back viciously.
"Hey mom, what's going on?" was the first thing I said.
"I can't seem to get this itch on my back. Can you take a look for me?"
