Invasion – B

Literotic asexstories – Invasion – B by Atomica24,Atomica24 Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. A short story with a different perspective on the Alien invasion. Mica. Xx Yorkshire England.

I rushed home as fast as I could and rushed inside.

“Mum, Mum,” I called, “Mum where are you?”

She came out of the kitchen, fortunately she was dressed, “What?”

“Quick, grab your keys, we have to go to the supermarket and I mean now.”

“Why?”

“Hurry, I will tell you on the way.”

She grabbed her keys and we rushed to the car and she drove to Tesco, our nearest supermarket.

“Aliens mum, they are coming, they are in the sky, we need to grab food before everyone else thinks of it and then we can’t get any.”

“What do you mean aliens, don’t be daft.”

“I am not mum, they are here honest to God, they are.”

The Tesco carpark was already looking full.

“Just park anywhere mum, hurry will you.”

She parked her car in the first space she found, we grabbed a trolley each and joined the others all jostling to get inside.

“Mum, dried pasta, tins of tuna, tins of meat, long life milk, tea bags, bottled water, tins of tomatoes, cereal, flour. Okay, just grab some of everything that is long life. Don’t go for frozen foods, we don’t know if the electric will stay on.”

We both filled our trolleys and then joined the long checkout queue and eventually paid and got back to the car and basically we filled the boot and the floor well behind the front seats.

“Petrol,” mum said, and joined the queue for fuel, about ten cars in front of us. It took us about thirty minutes to get to the pump. There were big signs saying “NO FUEL CONTAINERS ALLOWED” I guessed that was to stop people hoarding fuel. We had a gallon of petrol at home in the garage, it was old and was used in the lawn mower, so we wouldn’t be filling a container anyway.

“Back on the drive mum,” I said, “it won’t be so obvious to people passing that we have a car full of food.”

We emptied the car as quickly as we could and then I had an idea. I grabbed the car jack from behind the back seat and jacked the car up and took off the front passenger side wheel, and wheeled it into the hall. The wheel nuts I put in the glovebox in the car. I put some bricks under the suspension and lowered the car off the jack. If we needed the car it would take me less than five minutes to put the wheel on, but the car was useless to anyone that tried to steal it.

I helped mum sort all the food, we put some of everything in each room, just in case. We drew all the curtains at the front of the house and locked and dead bolted the front door.

“I think we should only open the door to the police mum, I reckon things are going to go to shit real soon.”

“Language Simon, just because the world is ending, doesn’t mean that you can swear.”

We sat and watched the events unfold from our sofa, mum pressing herself into me, always following me around, even standing outside when I went to the loo, wanting me to stand outside when she went to the loo.

“I’m scared Simon, really scared, don’t leave me alone,” she said as she clung onto me on the sofa.

My dad had disappeared a few years ago. Stuck in the house with us during lockdown had been more than he could handle, and he just left. We have no idea where he is, we presume alive, but we don’t know. We don’t care frankly.

We watched the tv programmes where they were discussing what was happening. Were they friendly or were they antagonistic. I favoured the latter, I was sure that if they were indeed friendly, then they would have tried to make contact by now. This went on for a few days, no news, just tension. There was rioting and looting in virtually every city and town, America and Europe too.

It was awful to see mankind destroying itself in front of Alien eyes. We stayed in the house, no way we were going outside, it wasn’t safe. I was eighteen yes, but no way I could protect myself or mum from a mob.

I was actually finding it difficult. Mum never left my side, pressing herself against me, and I could not get any relief at all, my dick was hard nearly all the time. I decided I had to do something, my dick was straining, my balls were aching and I had a pain deep inside at my root. We slept in the same bed, back to back, as mum couldn’t bear to be alone.

“I am going for a shower mum” I said, hopefully I would get some time alone, enough time, to wank and relieve the pressure. I went up to the bathroom and ran the shower, quickly stripped and got in, letting the water run over me. Oh the pleasure as the water hit my balls, my cock straining. I had just grabbed my cock when the door opened and mum walked in. She sat on the loo seat and I knew she was looking at me. What could I do?

“The aliens have reappeared baby.”

“What do you mean mum?”

“They have come from behind the moon.”

“Okay, I will be down in a minute mum.”

She didn’t move, she just stayed there, waiting for me to finish. I sighed and abandoned my plans and just washed.

I rinsed as much as I could, and still she sat there. “Pass me a towel mum,” I said and waved my hand outside the shower. She passed the towel and I wrapped it around me, drying as much as I could, my dick just as hard, just as prominent. I stepped out of the shower, the towel hiding but not obscuring my situation.

“Why don’t you go in mum?” I asked, “at least whilst we still have running water.”

“Okay, might just as well.”

She stripped in front of me, top, bra, shorts and knickers and got in under the water. If I hadn’t already been rock hard, I sure as hell was hot would be. Her nipples were stunning, her boobs round and inviting and a small down of blond hairs around her fanny, her crease visible and inviting. Before she said anything I ran to my room, dropped the towel, grabbed a sock and wanked as furiously as I could.

I wasn’t quick enough, I heard mum get out of the shower and I knew she would be here in no time. Quickly I pulled some shorts on, loose enough to hide my stiff dick situation, and grabbed the towel as if I had just finished using it. Mum came in dripping and naked. I just took as many mental photographs as I could, although I had no idea if I would ever get enough alone to time to play them back and wank myself.

Mum put her hands out and I passed her the towel, turned and finished dressing.

“Come on, I need to get dressed,” she said and headed to her bedroom. In her room she grabbed clothes and took the towel away, first her knickers, covering up her fanny, then her bra to hold her boobs and then she threw a sundress over the lot.

“Clean and decent, come on, let’s get back to the TV.”

She has not left my side. I have slept with her in her bed, but rolled on my side away from her, so my almost constant erection has not been an issue for her. For me, yes, of course, but not for her, I don’t think she has even noticed.

The death ray thing started and mum was white with fear and clung on to me tightly, and, as it turned out, we were lucky. We felt a sort of frizz, mum’s hair stood on end and I had goose bumps on arms. The beam edge was just a house away, if we had lived just two doors up the street we would have died, we just suffered a mild discomfort.

We sat and watched as the alien spaceship was nuked and sank into the Atlantic, we sat and watched the cameras showing the sea where it sank, the camera on coasts around the Atlantic, all looking for any signs that they weren’t dead. We sat for hours and hours just watching the sea. The talking heads on TV said that space based telescopes were searching for any signs that anymore were on their way.

Professor Brian Cox was on TV explaining that it was probably an unmanned spacecraft, that life forms could not survive the sort of G Forces that must be employed to get here. That wasn’t reassuring, as machines might be able to survive the crash. We kept watching the sea.

An army lorry came into the street and soldiers got out, knocking on doors, they just wanted to know we were alive, we assured them that we were. Two doors down, they broke into the house and came back out with body bags that they then loaded into their lorry. They sprayed a red bob on the door of the house, and then they screwed the door shut. We had a green bob of paint on our door.

A little while later an official accompanied by a policeman knocked on our door and said that we were registered as three adults, and he gave us the logon details to order our home delivery food shop and the time it would be delivered. We were 0800 to 1000 on a Wednesday. We had to be ready at the door when the delivery van stopped. We didn’t tell them dad was no longer here. If asked we would say he went out and never came back. Which was of course true, sort of.

A man on TV explained how the bombs had worked and it had taken over two hundred megatons of nuclear explosive to destroy and stop the space craft, how that amount of explosive, if used on earth, could have destroyed Europe, or North America, and how the major powers on Earth, America, Russia, China, UK, France had signed a pact to never use them on earth, but to store them in space to use against future invaders. Any nations that did not agree were going to basically be shunned.

Mum was following me everywhere, she was besides herself with fear. It hadn’t abated at all even with the destruction of the alien spacecraft. After several hours of watching an unchanging sea mum decided we should go to sleep and see if there were any developments overnight.

When we went to bed mum stripped to her underwear as usual and then turned and embraced me.

“Thank you baby, I know I haven’t been any good.”

And then she must have felt my erection.

“Oh baby, I am sorry,” she said, “I have been so scared, I haven’t even thought about you.”

Mum pulled away and undid her bra and pulled it off and then her knickers. She pulled my shorts down and pulled me to bed, embracing me as we lay face to face, my hard dick pressing at her between us. I did not know what to do. Obviously I knew about sex, what I meant is I did not know how to respond to the situation.

Mum kissed me, not a mum kiss, but a girlfriend kiss, mouth open, her hot lips on mine, her tongue seeking. My dick twitched, it new a good thing when it was happening. She pushed me over onto my back and her hand gripped my dick and started moving. My heart honestly stopped, my breath was one way only, in. My arse clenched like it was sucking lemons and my stomach churned. There was a little pain deep inside at the root of my dick and my balls suddenly felt like they were about to burst.

And burst they did, I erupted, spewing white into the air.

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” I said, my embarrassment total.

“Don’t be silly baby, you needed that.”

And I did, and I needed more, my dick barely softened as my arousal remained high. Bravely I sent my hand into mum’s soft curls and found her crease, wet, not from my spurts, but from her own needs. I remembered what my first girlfriend, Cathy, had told me, where she like to be touched, and I did that on mum. I slid my finger to the top of her fanny and found her little bump, gently stroking it.

Mum started gasping and holding her breath, I guessed I was doing it right.

“Oh yes baby, yes,” she gasped, her hands screwed up, pulling at the bed sheet. I slid back from her bump and found her entrance, my finger going in a circle around the edge of her fanny and then, courage to the fore, I pushed my finger inside my mum. She was hot inside and as my finger went deeper, her fanny started to grip me and I could feel pulses as I moved.

“Mmmm” mum murmured and then I knew that if I didn’t make the move now, I never would. I rolled to cover mum, my dick just above her fanny. I held my dick in my hand and pushed it at her entrance. Mum’s fanny almost sucked me in, my dick disappearing inside her and my stomach was resting on hers. I was inside her fanny.

“Yes baby, shag me baby, shag your mumma,” she said, her head by my neck, her boobs pressing into my chest. I pulled back a little, feeling the heat of her fanny slide along my dick until only a little was still inside, and I pushed back in as hard as I could, my stomach made a slapping noise as I was all the way in and mum gasped.

Mum reached around my back and her fingernails dug into my shoulders, painful at first and then the pain disappeared as her fanny began squeezing my dick, rhythmically pulsing.

“There is only us now baby,” mum said softly, “we can do what we want, you can be my husband now.”

That sounded nice, especially if it meant more sex.

“Yes mum,” I answered as I started to shag mum properly, my speed increasing, pushing in as hard as I could, pulling back as far as I dare. Faster and harder I went, the slap of my stomach circling around the room, mum’s gasps as I bottomed out in her driving me on.

I felt my balls tighten and almost suck up onto my dick, deep inside there was a tightening and a squeezing at the root of my dick. My dick seemed to force itself even deeper and I spurted, deep inside my mum, my sperms shot from my dick, filling her fanny.

As I was spurting mum gasped and her fingernails dug deeper, she lifted off the bed and her fanny clamped so hard on my dick I thought she would break me, and then she slumped back down on the bed, laughing and gasping all at the same time.

“Yes baby,” she said, “just us now, we can live our life together now that the aliens have gone.”

“Yes mum,” of course we can, just as long as we keep doing this.