Chapter 5
Jilaria had dropped from the mothership into the dead of night of the sleepy human town. She wore an old yellow raincoat despite the clear weather. While the human garment may have hidden her alien form, it wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny on closer inspection. But of all the otherworldly scientists on staff, only Jilaria had any fieldwork skills. She was the same height as your average earthling woman, even if she was a little lighter. And because all her limbs were pure muscle without a skeleton, she had very little trouble with the high gravity of Earth. So, she skulked and slithered and crept through the neighborhood. Walls and fences were not a problem for the scientist, as she had hundreds of suction cups in her digits. She had to squirt a couple of canine guardians with ink, but otherwise, she remained unnoticed by the few humans going about their evening. Whenever she thought she was being seen by a passing car or a cat, she would slap herself against the nearest tree or fence. Her skin rapidly changing color to match her surroundings. She had forgotten that her bright yellow raincoat made her obvious to anyone who paid her a moment’s glance. The scientist was closing in on her target, and this mission would be over very soon.
Malissa was up late, wanting to get a head start on her project, as she processed the dozen or so blood samples of friends, family, teachers, and her new boyfriend. She wanted to process Jake’s sample right away, but she wanted to go in order of when she received these samples to keep the data table accurate. Malissa yawned, knowing she wouldn’t get Jake’s blood sample processed tonight. She leaned back in her chair, resting a pencil on her upper lip. Her eyes ached, and she had to take her glasses off. Her new prescription was playing havoc with her vision as her eyes adjusted. She usually wore contacts, especially during competitions or vigorous exercise. But for day-to-day study work, she wore these thick lensed frames.
She sighed as she thought about these new glasses. They made her eyes look too big. It was hard to understand how Jake found her attractive, even without these glasses that made her eyes look like dinner plates. Then she remembered how aggressively affectionate and lustful he was towards her. It was surprising and delightful. But also, extremely curious. Jake’s behavior was well outside the norm. Especially when dealing with Mrs. Gonzales. A warm tightening grew below her belly button as she remembered how easily Jake took the air out of Mrs. Gonzales’ fury. It was like Malissa was the head girl, and Jake reminded their teacher of her place. She shook the thought out of her head, and that’s when she realized that a pair of eyes were peeking at her through the open window behind her desk.
“Whaa!” she shouted as she fell back from her chair, crashing into the carpeted floor. A slithering tentacle had reached through the window and tried to grab the blood samples. “Oh no you don’t!” Said Malissa, slapping the blood samples off the desk. The tentacle stretched like jelly with several suckered appendages. Malissa grabbed the tentacle and pulled it. The creature was pulled into Malissa’s room with a loud, high-pitched yelp. But not before it blasted her in the face with a spray of black ink.
“ACK! What is this?” said Malissa, taking her glasses off and wiping her eyes. The fluid smelt of salt water and was warm and slimy. Jilaria didn’t understand the significance of the five trophies on Malissa’s shelf. She didn’t understand the significance of the number and letters that read “1st place jujutsu,” “best in class jujitsu,” “3rd place regional jujitsu,” “expert grappler,” and finally, “Best reversals.” They were simply shiny ornaments that nesting humans sometimes possessed. Jilaria went about collecting the samples with the knowledge that Malissa was safely blinded. That was until the young woman grabbed her by her raincoat, pulled her to the floor. Jilaria let out a yelp for the second time in as many minutes as this human roughly handled her. She was always told humans were strong, even females. But feeling firsthand was a shock to the octopoid alien.
The two wriggled and wrestled as Malissa tried to get a joint lock on a creature that had no joints. While Jilaria tried in vain to slither and squirm out of the powerful grip of this animal.
“Hold still, you thief!” growled Malissa. The alien’s response was another jet of ink that squirted her face and shirt, making her chest slick and grip even trickier. When Jilaria tried to get a good grapple of Malissa, she found that the human’s stronger muscles and sturdy skeleton made it impossible. So much so that when Jilaria coiled herself around Malissa, she was lifted off the carpet before Malissa threw them both on the bed. This would usually be the point when Malissa’s father and mother would burst into the room with a bat and frying pan. But Malissa’s parents were doing their usual Friday night date, no doubt strolling around the lake, ignorant of kaman escort the fact that their daughter was fighting an alien thief.
Meanwhile, Jilaria and Malissa’s clothes were torn open in the struggle. As they struggled, slick mammalian breasts were pressed against octopoid approximations. Malissa was covered in suction-cupped ring marks, while Jilaria was covered in scratches from whenever Malissa tried to get a grip on her.
Ink handprints and tentacle suction cups dotted the headboard, pillowcases, the lamp shade, and walls, with the occasional sprays of black ink that hit the ceiling and walls, creating Jackson Polick-style sprays of fluid all over the room. The struggle wasn’t very long, but it felt like it was, as both human and alien tried desperately to escape powerful clutches or lock on enough to hold the other in place.
But Malissa’s heightened aggression she received from Jake’s nanomachines proved the deciding factor between alien scientist and human athlete.
“There!” she said, pinning Jilaria to the bed, mounting the slick octopoid alien like Jake did when he was railing her. “Now you are going to explain what is going on!” Although a little hazy, she could see the contours of the alien under her, how she was nude except for the open raincoat, with bouncy, jiggly breasts on display. Malissa felt hungry, and she wanted to suck those alien nipples. But there was more at stake than momentary lust.
“What are you, and why did you want my blood samples!” said Malissa, panting heavily. “Do you understa–Blaag!” Said Malissa as Jilaria shot another blast of alien ink into her eyes and open mouth. “And stop spraying me with ink!” she shouted. The alien responded by shooting another ink spray on Malissa’s face, wriggling out of her grasp and slithering from under Malissa’s splayed legs.
Jilaria decided to cut her losses and retreat without the sample. There was nothing in the report that gave any indication that Malissa was part of the warrior caste. If anything, she should have been categorized as a director or organizer of labor. This discovery was both shocking and exhilarating to Jilaria. Even so, she needed to get away from this wild animal. She had already risked the mission by being so brazen. So, like a stretchy, slick slingshot, Jilaria shot out of the bedroom window and swung through the trees to safety. Malissa was in no position to stop her. She was soaked from head to foot in black ink and knew she would spend the rest of the evening cleaning it out of her hair and clothes. But that wasn’t the most pressing thing on her mind. What sent her brain aflutter was that she had just wrestled an alien, and she wanted to fuck her.
*
Tilda was the first to wake up that Saturday. She was sweating and extremely horney and did her best to awaken her husband, hoping he would satisfy her rampant lust. Robert was in no mood as he had already given his beautiful wife an exhilarating romp the night before. He wanted some shuteye after a long week of accounting. Tilda figured a cold shower would cool her heels. But that only made her excited. She stimulated herself to orgasm as the freezing water overcame her. The cold spray hardened her nipples and sent pinging drops of frigid water down her thighs. It was still dark out when she finally exited the shower. She needed a distraction.
The best thing she could think of was to throw herself into her motherly duties. She started a load of laundry, tidied the kitchen, masturbated to take the edge off, and then masturbated again. But it wasn’t enough.
Jake was still sleeping, and she didn’t want to wake him up. That didn’t stop her from sitting by his bed. She watched him as he slept. It was clear he slept in the nude. His musk from his hot covers hit her nose, causing it to flair. The dawn light came through his window, and Tilda could see he was having difficulty sleeping. His face furrowed in concentration. He was having a nightmare, she thought, and an impulse in Tilda forced her to wake him up.
“Honey, wake up. It’s just a bad dream.” She whispered, jostling him. Jake inhaled into the waking world and looked around. He saw that it was only a little past six.
“It wasn’t a bad dream, Mom.” He said, wiping his eyes clean of the gunk that had built up during sleep.
“Oh good, I was worried. I didn’t want you to have a bad night’s sleep,” she said with an exhale of relief.
“No, I was just dreaming of gorgeous women. But no matter how much I screwed them, I just couldn’t cum. It was exhausting.” Said Jake.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Maybe I can make you some breakfast.” She said. Before she could leave, Jake grabbed her by her pajama pants and pulled her onto the bed.
“Jake!” she squealed in surprise. Jake said nothing as he pulled his mother under the covers and forced his throbbing penis into her hand. She instinctively began to massage and rub it. Jake sighed as his mother began a steady rhythm with her soft hands. He nuzzled kapaklı escort her neck and reached under her shirt to hold her breasts.
“Sorry Mom, I just need you. You’re so soft and warm. You smell so good.” he said with a grunt of delight.
“Thank you, Jake.” She said. It was an unusual compliment from her son, but it was nice to know she was appreciated. But a thought from her subconscious came bubbling up. How did it come to this? I’m not his girlfriend, and I’m sure other mothers don’t do this kind of thing with their sons. But Jake needs this. He is a young man growing into sexual maturity. It’s only natural that he would seek relief from women nearby. These thoughts bumped around her skull as she continued giving her son a hand job. A part of her knew that this was wrong. She had to grip the small crucifix from around her neck for reassurance. But her son’s warm, hard penis sent delight through her. Her reaction was normal after all. God gave women sexual excitement to help them reproduce. Sex was supposed to be enjoyable. She felt safe in his strong arms. She also felt lucky to be the one giving him much-needed relief. She was his mother. She knew what her son liked more than anyone else. It was her job to get him through these difficult growing pains. No matter how pleasurable it was to her as well. This was her duty as a mother.
Jake had no higher thought beyond the moment-by-moment exploration of his mother’s body. He held her close as he ran his hand and lips over her neck, shoulder, breasts, and legs. She wriggled and groaned in his arms as he held her. A tongue shot out of his mouth and into her own. The two tongues danced and intertwined as lips met. Tilda saw how clumsy he was. She did her best to pick up the slack. While this incestuous caressing occurred, birds tweeted outside, lawnmowers kicked into gear, and an alien drone perched outside the window watched, its iris zoomed in on the necking mother and son.
A code pink was in effect. All the alien scientists came rushing to their positions for a potential mating. Only Jilaria was conspicuously absent, unnoticed by her superiors, but not Skragitha. But her absence would have to be addressed later. Skragitha held her panic glands in check as everyone watched her poorly chosen subjects. If word ever got out, she would be the laughingstock of the scientific community for matching a birther with her kin. Arousal levels were at an all-time high. The scientists collectively held their breath as they took notes. Any more fiddling with brain chemistry may jeopardize the coming data.
This voyeuristic audience was unknown to Tilda and Jake as the mother continued to pleasure her son. Jake had pulled his mother’s shirt up and was sucking on a breast while feeling its heft. The slight stubble on Jake’s face felt rough on Tilda, but it excited her. A furnace was between her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together to get some friction going. Jake didn’t care about his mother’s state of arousal. He wouldn’t let her go until he was satisfied. That much was certain. Then, as a spontaneous act, Jake found Tilda’s belly button. His finger sunk into her flesh. The soft skin of that tender place enveloped the top digit of his middle finger. Tilda cooed in delight. But a thought had occurred to Jake. He sank a finger in again, and then it became so obvious. He pushed his hand past her waistband over her pubic hair and found his mother’s sex. He sunk a digit inside her with a gentle probe, eliciting coos of delight. With his finger entering her slick warmth, several things became clear to Jake. His mother’s hand had sped up, his mother cooed in delight, and that he wasn’t using his mother properly.
Jake adjusted himself and pulled his penis out of his mother’s hand. Tilda was confused as he hadn’t erupted onto her yet. She thought he would use her mouth, but that thought was dashed as he flipped her over on her side.
“Jake, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Hold on, Mom, I just realized something.” He said as he pulled her closer to him.
“What is it, honey?” she asked. Jake then pulled her Pajama bottoms down to her ankles, and she felt the probing push of his engorged penis. “Oh.” She replied as she leaned forward and raised her rump, kicking the garment off her feet. Tilda, for all her experience with men, didn’t expect her son to want to have sex with her. She just thought he needed a little help from his mother. Now, it seemed he needed a lot more help. But really, what’s the harm in it? She wanted to help her strong, powerful son in any way she could. If he needed a mare to rut, she would be his mare. This thought, while a triumph, hid the more profound truth that her body was waiting for this. She needed this. She allowed her son to seek her out and take his pleasure with her. All she had to do was accommodate him.
Then he slipped himself inside her, and they both groaned in satisfaction. The aliens cheered as they finally achieved success karabağlar escort in their original goal. Meanwhile, powerful hands held Tilda tightly as Jake thrust inside his mother. Tilda felt so full. At the same time, Jake could bury himself as deep as he could. Tilda put her hand to her mouth to muffle the squeals and moans of delight so her loving husband could sleep. Jake simply groaned into Tilda’s neck as their rhythmic coitus continued. Her rump pressed into thighs and waist like a cushion. His arms held her like a vice. Jake breathed in the smell of Tilda’s hair, which smelt of lavender and flowers. Tilda lifted her leg and looped behind Jake’s own to give him deeper access. Jake instinctively held her thigh as he thrust into his mother. The slick, plunging noise of sex entering sex filled the room, barely muffled by bed linens and his squeaking bed. The sound of incestuous fornication could be heard in every part of the house, and only Robert’s deep sleep kept him from hearing the infidelity under his roof.
Tilda, because of her position, couldn’t thrust back. So, to maximize her pleasure, she began to stimulate her clitoris. Jake was lost in the act of rutting with this female. He was reduced to animal needs. The only thing resembling a thought was finding a way to deepen his length and get a better grip on the woman in his arms. Just when he was finally getting a good rhythm, a sudden tightening of vaginal walls and his mother’s delighted groans pushed him over a sudden edge. He bottomed out and felt his semen flood into his mother’s body. Tilda’s brain fired off again, sending a second, third, and fourth wave of orgasmic bliss through her as Jake’s semen triggered the implant. This overcharged technology was designed for female tagorphins to mate as often as possible. An orgasm occurring whenever a male tagorphin deposited his seed was the best way of keeping the females around. But it was too much for a human. Tilda felt her brain turn to static. She groaned as her body convulsed and her muscles tensed up. It was, without a doubt, the best sex she had ever had.
When Jake pulled out of her in a sweaty mess, Tilda turned over and began raining kisses on her son. His semen leaked out of her body onto her thigh.
“You did so well.” She said, kissing his face. They were both a sweaty heap. Jake accepted the praise in a bleary-eyed haze as he left the primitive animal state and regained his higher thinking.
“Thanks, mom,” he said. She was pressing herself against him.
“I didn’t know you were in such desperate need.” She whispered to him as she rubbed his robust and muscled chest. “I need to ensure that you are properly satisfied before you sleep so you don’t have those intense dreams.”
“Cool.” He said, getting out of bed and stretching. “I’m going to go take a shower. I think I want pancakes today.” He said, walking to the shower.
“Sure thing, sweetie.” Said Tilda, getting out of bed on shaky legs. “Anything you want.” After an orgasm like that, he certainly could.
*
“To a successful mating!” said Sgragathor, raising a glass of nutrient juice in the human fashion, to which the rest of the research staff followed suit. The scientists were elated as they consumed the celebratory nutrition juice with higher glucose as a reward for a job well done. After months of interstellar travel and days of observation, the crew of the Golokin Zoological Society of Terrestrial Aliens finally had something to show for their hard work. The aliens had more data on wild mating humans than ever documented. It seemed that the Tilda and the Jake were tailor-made mates. They had an intimate connection that has never been seen amongst captive mating humans. Indeed, this was a success for science and the study of primitive terrestrial aliens.
“I would like to make a special mention of key staff who made this all possible.” Said the simian Clarnack, raising a pitcher of nutrient juice. First to Skragitha, pioneering the field of secondary mates and human female self-pleasure. To Gorliko for his diligence and his newly acquired grant! And, of course, Jilaria for her expertise and…where is Jilaria?”
“Ah, that is partially my doing, sir,” said Skragitha, nervously adjusting her tail. “I allowed her to do some fieldwork. She is closely examining the Malissa…she takes her work very seriously. Deep cover, as it were. She has yet to come back from her mission.”
“A pity.” Shrugged Clarnack. “That means more sugar for the rest of us!” The crew cheered, and Skragitha squirted a musk of relief. Where was that cephalopod? Thought Skragitha. Something had transpired between her and the Malissa. She still lived, thankfully. Humans were territorial animals and tended to fling chemically propelled shrapnel when they were too excited. What’s worse is that because Jilaria preferred using little equipment for her missions, there was no way to communicate with her. Her subdermal implant read life signs and approximate location, but things could get a little funny with the uplink, especially when the ship was on the other side of the planet. The cloaking device interfered with communication as it scrambled most signals, including one used for direct communication. They all should have moved over to subspace linkages. Damn budgetary constraints!