12 comments/ 28949 views/ 5 favorites Beam Me Up Scotty By: andtheend Alien stun gun liberates women of their clothes on Nude Day. Now that I'm imprisoned here, abducted by aliens, I realize how much my last job ruined my life. I wish I knew then what I know now. Had I known all the negative experiences I'd have from that one job I had in my past would continue throughout my future and subsequently ruin my life in the present, even after leaving that job so many months ago, I never would have taken that job, and I never would have met Martin. I'd be living my normal life on Earth, instead of rocketing through space at warp speed going to who knows where. An educated man with a good career and a bright future, I was a revered assistant professor at the university, before I found myself being abducted by aliens. Yeah, that's right, aliens. They singled me out because I had their stolen phaser. That's a long story and what this story is about. I know, it sounds crazy but it's true. I'm just as surprised by the whole experience of alien abduction, as I am surprised that my captors allowed me access to the Internet to post this true story. In all started when I took a job at a nursing home. Back then, to afford my education, while attending graduate school and earning my advanced degrees, I worked in a nursing home caring for the elderly and the infirmed. Better than flipping burgers at McDonalds or waiting tables at a local restaurant, this nursing home job paid better than most. With many of the residents sleeping or watching television, the job afforded me the time that I needed to do my studies, and I got to meet a lot of nice and interesting people. That's where I met Martin. People think that just because you're old, you cease to exist and no longer function. From having worked at the nursing home, I can testify that we can learn much from our elderly. They are our real national treasure. Been there, done that, their practical advice and down to Earth wisdom, even though they experienced their life lessons fifty and sixty years ago are still applicable to what is happening in the world today. Martin was an elderly man that I befriended. Maybe I liked him because no one else did. Whatever that says about him with no one liking him, it says as much about me with my liking someone that no one else likes? The fact that no one liked him should have told me something right there, but what did I know? I was young and naive. A scholar with my head in the clouds, when it wasn't stuck up my ass, I didn't know any better. An optimist, I thought everyone was good and I liked everybody. Besides, I was just doing my job in caring for him. The thing that stuck out in my mind though is that no one ever visited him, not his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his nieces, his female cousins, or his female friends. I thought that was more than a little weird, especially after I discovered that he had a wife, daughters, sisters, nieces, female cousins, and female friends. He told me he did and over the months that I cared for him, he shared his memories of them all with me. I mention only females, as visitors, because more than 90% of all visitors to a nursing home are female. More caring, sensitive, and nurturing, women routinely visit their loved ones, while the men sit at home watching sports and drinking beer. It always struck me as odd that no one came to see him. Surely, the man had one woman, who cared enough about him to visit him on Christmas or on his birthday, but no one ever came to see him, not a woman or a man for that matter. It was so sad to see him sitting there alone in his room week after week on a Sunday, when all the other residents were out and about walking the grounds, while visiting with their families and friends. Most times he just slept the remainder of his life away or watched TV. A prisoner in his own room, I felt sorry for him, enough to spend part of my day off with him talking to him and laughing with him. I used to wheel him around the grounds in his wheelchair. No one else cared enough about him to spend their free time talking to him and learning more about him, as I did. Maybe because both my grandfathers died, when I was too young to remember them, I quickly discovered that this man had lived an interesting life. He had grown up on a farm in the mid west, where he worked as a ranch hand. He showed me photos of him with his horse, Daisy, his dog, a Daschund, he named Jimmy Dean, and his wife, Carolyn. After spending time in France, he survived World War II, came home and had two daughters, Sandra and Jenny. Yet, I found it disturbing that no one brought him homemade cookies. No one sent him a funny card. His daughters didn't even remember him on Father's Day. How sad is that? No one called to talk to him on the phone. He was the only resident, who was so alone and so ignored. How could I, as his full-time caretaker, just abandon him on my one lousy day off? Even those other totally infirmed residents, who were senile with Alzheimer's disease or dementia, had regular visitors. There was always someone, who cared enough about them, to pay them their respects with a visit, a card, and/or a telephone call. Even if the senile and Alzheimer residents didn't know, who their visitors were and why they were there visiting them, someone was always there for them. Moreover, those residents with special physical and mental disabilities were given extra care by the staff, but not Martin. Even though Martin was now bedridden and too weak to get up and walk around, even to go to the bathroom alone, he was ostracized by staff and residents alike. It seemed that no one liked and cared about him. What comes around goes around. Maybe, I figured, by giving him the courtesy of my time, when I'm his age, some kind soul will take pity on me and spend time with me by visiting me, should I find myself in a nursing home, one day. Yet, the same sad fate that befell Martin in a nursing home, befell me later in life. Because here I am trapped on a space ship to where, I have no idea. I'm alone with aliens, who look at me, as if I'm the alien. Well, okay, I guess I am an alien to them. Truly what comes around did come around and it came around to me, all because I befriended Martin. That's not fair. I thought I was doing a good thing by helping an old man. Certainly, if I knew this would happen to me, I never would have accepted the job as his full-time caretaker. It should have occurred to me, when even the administrator, the secretary, the accounting assistant, the other orderlies, the nurses, the dietician, the physical therapist, and the doctor in charge, all females, I might add, took an immense disliking to him. Their dislike for him wasn't at all random, I discovered later; it was personal. As if he had offended them somehow, the women in the nursing home riled against him, in the way that only women can when banding together. Only, no one would talk about what he did to garner such hatred. What did he do to them? The fact that they were all females was telling. It had to be something sexual, but what? I figured, by their silence that they were as deeply offended by what he did to them, as they were embarrassed by something that he had done to them. Perhaps, what he did to them is what he did to others outside the nursing home, which would explain why no one came to visit him. Only, I had no idea what it was he did for the staff to hate him enough not to do their jobs in caring for him and for the other women in his life not to visit him. I was more than curious why the nursing home staff had nothing to do with him. When I asked him why no one liked him, when I asked him why no one came to visit him, and when I asked him why even the nursing home staff didn't give him the adequate round the clock care that he so deserved and was entitled to receive as a resident here, he just shrugged and changed the subject. When I asked some of the women on staff why they didn't like Martin, when I asked the female staff members why they weren't doing their job by caring for him, they all exhibited the same behavior; they'd just shrug and change the subject. Martin was a mystery that weighed heavily on my mind. Believing the obvious, I figured he flashed them all his cock. Patients were always flashing themselves to the nursing home staff, especially the men. Yet, that was no big deal, especially in the confines of a nursing home. It made no sense for the entire female staff of the nursing home to ostracize him from their round the clock resident healthcare routine and other regular duties, unless he did something more than that, but how could he? If he wasn't so bedridden, if he was such a problem, they could have tethered him to the bed. All they had to do to avoid his grasp was to take a step away from his bed. He was too weak to force anyone to do anything. I was at a loss to explain why they refused to care for this one resident. Certainly, the women who worked there, wouldn't hate him and not want to care for him, if all he did was to flash them his penis. In working here, they'd seen that many times before on a daily basis, I'm afraid. It had to be something else, but what? Mrs. Franchette, as if still in New Orleans and celebrating Mardi Gras, was always flashing me her big, saggy breasts. Knowing that she'll flash them her tits and ignoring that when she does, the staff still cares for her, as they do any other resident. No doubt, taking the opportunity to still feel attractive that someone, especially someone much younger, still wants these elderly and confined residents, flashing goes with the job. Maybe it's their way to get attention and to be noticed but, after a while, we're all immune to it and none of us pay it any mind. I feel sorry for the nursing home residents, who feel they must flash their body parts to be noticed. It's sad to feel so ignored that you must resort to flashing to be noticed. I hope my life never comes to that. It wasn't until I overheard bits and pieces of whispered conversation that I discovered that the women, who worked at the nursing home, accused Martin of mind control. They accused him of hypnotizing them and making them do things against their wills. How in the Hell could this feeble, old man hypnotize anyone? Then, I wondered, if he does possess the power to hypnotize someone, what things did Martin make them all do for them all to be so pissed at him? Did he make them strip naked? Did he touch their naked bodies? Did he make them blow him? How could a feeble and bedridden, old man do something as vile and perverted, albeit as exciting and as erotic as that to so many woman? What else could it have been? What else could he have done for them all to hate him so much? It must have been something really bad and truly nasty for him to get such a unified reaction from so many women. Then, I looked at this harmless old man lying so helplessly in bed. Mind control? Hypnosis? Martin? Nah. Rubbish. I don't believe it and if you met Martin, barely 130 pounds soaking wet and unable to get out of bed without assistance, unable to control his own body from soiling his sheets, you wouldn't believe he was capable of controlling anyone's mind. I dare say, not even his own, the poor, little, old man. Yet, even though people are hypnotized all the time, no one can be hypnotized to do things against their will, can they? At least, that's what I always thought. Wow, what if Martin really was hypnotizing these women and making them do sexual acts. What if he discovered a way for women to do things, sexual things, against their wills? I needed to know how he did it, not so that I would do it, too, of course. As a scholar, I was just curious, is all. Only, what was rumored and what I suspected was hypnosis was just partially the reason why no one liked him. It took me quite a while to discover the rest of the reason why no one liked Martin. Years later, after quitting my job at the nursing home to accept the assistant professor's job at the university, I found out the hard way. I discovered why no one liked him, when everyone started disliking, hating actually, me. In hindsight, I may have been the only person in the place who liked Martin. After the entire nursing home staff refused to care for him, the doctor in charge took away my responsibilities of caring for other patients and had me care exclusively for Martin. I'm sure the doctor would have treated him, if there were a life and death situation. She could have been reprimanded, if there was a family member to report her on Martin's behalf, for not giving him the care that she showered on the other patients. With just me caring for him, after a while, I had grown to be friends with Martin. He trusted me with his secrets. Only, in hindsight, after he ruined my life and with him being the direct reason why I was abducted by aliens and am now rocketing at light speed through space, I wonder if he even liked me. It all started when Martin told me that 40-years-old, he had been abducted by aliens. Aliens? Not illegal aliens, but space aliens, beings from another world? There's no such thing as space aliens, is there? C'mon. At the time, I didn't believe it. Surely, he could have come up with something better than that. I mean, for sure, I don't think that we Earthlings are alone, but why would space aliens go through the trouble of abducting, of all people, Martin? It was difficult for me to believe that he had been abducted. I've read about the reports, but I never actually met anyone who claims to have been abducted, that is, until I met Martin. It was a ridiculous story and, of course, I didn't believe him. I figured he was only vying for my attention. There were a lot of admissions about being abducted by aliens in the sixties through eighties. With the sudden rash of space alien movies, Barbarella, Star Trek, Star Wars, ET, Mork from Ork, Alf from Melmac, Alien, The Predator, even Superman, was it any wonder? Even the automobiles they made in the 50's and 60's with their big fins and swoopy fighter plane bodies looked more to the sky than they did to the road. Then, of course, there was Area 51 in Nevada, where an actual spaceship crash landed with aliens inside, supposedly. Since it was the age of Aquarius and Dr. Timothy Leary, with people experimenting with psychedelic drugs and hyping the positive effects of flower power, believing the abductees to be high out of their minds, few people believed in visitors from outer space beaming up Earthlings. Rather we tended to believe it was people out of their minds from drinking too much alcohol and taking too many drugs and seeing things. Seriously, how could aliens abduct anyone without being seen by someone else? Yet, when we ponder the existence of other beings living in our vast universe, there is evidence that our planet has been visited many times before, maybe still, even now. For me, they walk among us is never more truer with me suddenly being abducted. They are here and have always been here. From drawings of them on cave walls to early reports of them having visited in all religious writings, including the Bible, to the construction of the Egyptian pyramids, to the Mayans and Incas knowledge of math and science, to the monoliths of Easter Island, and the unexplained vast runways carved out of the Earth so many hundreds of years ago, it is a fact that we are not alone. We were all so self-important to actually believe that we were alone and were the only life in the vast universe. We're not. To be honest, I never believed it either, that is, until Martin gave me proof that confirmed he wasn't lying to me about being abducted and the existence of aliens. He had been very sick and the doctor didn't give him much more time to live. He didn't have very many possessions, his clothes, a few books, a broken transistor radio, and an old Timex watch. Everything he had was old and nothing he had was of value really. His prized possession was what appeared to be an old garage door opener that he always kept plugged in the outlet. But for a white button in the center and a red diode in the top, at first sight, I thought it was some kind of prehistoric air freshener. It was a small rectangular shaped piece of black plastic, which turned out to be not plastic at all, but some other kind of lightweight and strong carbon fiber like material that I've never seen before. Without doubt, it was an odd device. "Take this," he said reaching over to unplug it from the electrical outlet. "I want you to have it, but always keep it plugged in, that is, until you use it." Now that I was handling it, definitely, it more looked and felt like a lightweight garage door opener. I wondered if, maybe, this opened the door to a garage that housed an antique automobile. I couldn't help but imagine a pristine red Pontiac Trans Am HO, an all original, purple Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda, a rare, orange Dodge Superbird, or a 60's era, big block, black, shiny Chevrolet Corvette, so new that it was still in the wrapper. The mere touch of the remote control sparked my imagination and my excitement grew in correlation to what I imagined lay behind the imagined garage door. Surely, he had been safeguarding a super car. What else could it be? "What is it? A garage door opener?" "It does look like that, doesn't it? Yet, I can assure you that it is not a garage door opener" he said with a snicker, while watching me with sad, little expressionless eyes. "It's a phaser." My disappointment was immediately replaced with excitement. "A phaser? Like on Star Trek? That kind of phaser?" I looked at him and he smiled and nodded his affirmation. "Seriously," I said looking down at it again and looking back up at him to see if he was pulling my leg. "You're kidding." "No joke. It's the real McCoy. It's a phaser, alright," he said again with a proud smile. "Wow," I said still not believing that this piece of junk was the infamous phaser of fantasy and sci-fi fiction fame. I turned it over in my hand. Was this the original and literal stun gun? Weird. There was no made in China, Japan, Taiwan, or Sri Lanka sticker. It didn't even have patent pending numbers, bar code, or serial numbers on it. Weird again. Definitely, he didn't get this thing in a cereal box or from Wal-Mart. Still not believing that it was a phaser and now more believing that it was a garage door opener that housed a rusted out, old Buick, I assured myself that he was delusional and decided to humor him. My Dad was heavily into those old Gene Roddenberry Star Trek shows from the '60's, otherwise, I wouldn't know what the Hell a phaser was. Not even shaped like a gun, this was even smaller than the phasers they used on Star Trek. I found the Star Trek shows a bit out of date, yet, back then, they were ahead of their time with their "Beam Me Up Scottie" transporter, their communicator two way radio device the size of a modern day cell phone, and their phaser stun gun, which I was now, supposedly, holding in my hand. Not wanting to upset him, I figured I'd just play along with him. What can it hurt, if I pretended to believe him. I felt bad for the old man. This old garage door opener, pretend phaser, is all he had. "You can say that it looks like the phasers they used on Star Trek," he said. "Only, the difference between those and this is that this one really works," he said with a wry smile. "What does it do?" I aimed it at the wall and pushed the button. "Don't, you'll weaken the charge," he said putting up a feeble hand of protest. "It takes a year to charge it on Earth using our antiquated electric power. They charge it instantly onboard their star craft using a nuclear charge. Since I didn't have access to their nuclear reactor, I jury rigged an adapter to plug it in an outlet," he said handing me the adapter with dangling wire attached. Beam Me Up Scotty "Thank you," I said feeling a bit ridiculous continuing his fantasy but bad that all he had to give me for my intensive health care, kindness, and friendship was an old garage door opener that he truly believed was some kind of extraterrestrial phaser. "Where'd you get it?" "The last time they abducted me--" "You were abducted?" "Yes." "You were abducted more than once?" "I was abducted 3 times and the last time, I was taken, I was determined to take something of theirs to prove to myself and to everyone else that I had been abducted. I needed to know if I had really been abducted or if I was losing my mind. Just as they were beaming me back down to Earth, just before they hit the button to zap me back down, I reached out and grabbed the phaser from the belt of one of my captors. He never knew I took it and no one knows on Earth that I have it, only you." "Wow," I said, so wishing it were real and looking at it, as if it was made of gold. I wanted him to think that I believed him. I wanted him to think that I was honored that he gave me this worthless, old garage door opener. "Only, you must promise me that you will only use it on Nude Day." Now, I really figured he had lost his mind and I was surprised that this old geezer even knew the existence of Nude Day, the dirty old man. "Nude Day? Why only on Nude Day?" "Well, first of all, it takes a year to charge it. Secondly, Nude Day will cover your tracks, if you're caught with a naked woman at a most inopportune time and in a most awkward place," he said with a little laugh, as his realized confession that he had been caught with a naked woman before, at an inopportune time and in a most awkward place. "Lastly, Nude Day, your yearly anniversary reminder, will make you remember that it's charged and ready to use." "What does it do?" "Well, for sure, it doesn't do what it did onboard the aliens' star craft, not even close. It doesn't have the power to kill someone by destroying their molecules or to hurt anyone really, that is, unless you hit someone with it," he said with another little laugh and I wondered if he had done that, too. "What it does do is to temporarily make someone remain motionless. It stuns them. It totally stuns them, as if they are dead, but not dead." "Really? Wow. And does the person have a memory of being stunned and unable to move." "No, it freezes their mind, along with their body. You are free to do anything to that person, while they are in that stunned mode and they'll never know what you did. They won't remember a thing." "Wow," I said wishing that it really was a phaser, a stun gun, while thinking of all the women I'd like to try this on to see if it really works. "Then, what's the downside to this? It sounds like the perfect tool to get women naked." "Well, that's just it, you never know when the person will snap out of it. It totally depends on the person. If they awaken, while you are doing something you shouldn't or if someone walks in the room, while you are doing something you shouldn't, well, that's pretty much what happened to me with all the women at his nursing home, as well as all the womenfolk in my family, my female friends, and my female acquaintances. You can say that I stunned every female I ever knew," he said with a dirty laugh. "Only, they never suspected I used a phaser on them. They all thought I hypnotized them," he said with a laugh that made him cough, before it made him gag and nearly choke. When he told me what happened to the women in the nursing home, I wasn't sure if I believed him or not. He could have been making that part up, just to justify and deny the real reasons why no one liked him. Whatever the reason was why no one liked him, I still liked him. Back to square one, I still didn't know, other than women thought he was able to hypnotize them, why no one liked him and why no one would care for him and help him get through his day. It was fun to believe that the phaser, this stun gun that I now held in my hand, was the reason why he was so disliked. Yet, the whole thing was absurd. C'mon, seriously, a stun gun? Alien abduction? Aliens? Oh, please. Still, I played his little game. "How long will the phaser stun them?" "It lasts from a few minutes to a few hours. It really depends on the person. It's a crapshoot." I took it home with me, playing with it, firing it at people from inside my car and my house, but it didn't work. The red light didn't even light. Figuring it was broken, figuring it really was an old garage door opener from Sears or Wal-Mart, yet, giving him the benefit of the doubt, I plugged it in the wall outlet and waited until Nude Day anyway to find out for sure. If anything it was childishly fun to believe his yarn of a story. What harm would it do for me to play along and for me to believe him that this gadget, whatever it is, is a phaser, a stun gun? Maybe he was abducted. Maybe this is a phaser. Maybe I can have some fun using it on women. Nah. Still, it was fun to imagine and to fantasize that I could. I left it plugged in my wall and actually forgot all about it. Martin had died some months earlier. He was long gone and so wasn't I from that nursing home. I didn't want to see another nursing home until 50 years from now, when I'd be in one, no doubt. I had been working at the university as a teaching assistant, until I finished my studies and earned my Ph D. My teaching assistant job didn't pay all that much, but the position gave me a step on the ladder, where hopefully, the Dean would notice my work and offer me a teaching position. Yet, the job had some glorious benefits. It put me in contact with dozens of young, gullible, and beautiful co-eds, more about that later. I remember it was summertime and I had the season off. A poor teacher's aide and a graduate student, I was still living at home with my Mom and my sister, while teaching summer classes. My Dad left my Mom for another woman years ago. Except for all the yelling and the drinking he did, I hardly remember him. I don't have one good memory of him. I think he hated us kids. It was Nude Day, July 14th and my Mom came to my room. I've always been attracted to my Mom. It's a guy thing, and I never missed an opportunity to see an up skirt or a down blouse of my Mom. Still young enough to be sexual, my Mom, inadvertently or intentionally, was showing, as much as I was always looking. No doubt, she has needs, too. Created from the same genetic makeup, maybe she masturbates as much as I do. Definitely, she's a good looking woman for her age, a MILF, if there ever was one. With a knock and then another knock, my Mom had awoken me from a sound sleep and a hot dream, actually. I was dreaming about one of my sexy students giving me a blowjob for a better grade. I was pissed to have been interrupted, just as I was getting to the good part. I was just about to cum in her mouth. I had my usual morning woody and, especially after not realizing my entire dream, I was enormously horny. I had a good mind to start jerking off right in front of my Mom with the hopes that she'd open my bedroom door. Would she watch me masturbating or would she slam shut my door and lecture me later? It's exciting to flash my cock to my Mom. Then, I remembered the remote control that Martin had given me and all that he said about the unit finally charging on Nude Day. "Good morning," said my Mom, as she opened the door of my bedroom and peeked inside. "Chad, wake up. It's time to get up, honey." A bittersweet moment, I was glad and disappointed that I wasn't masturbating. Both she and my sister have caught me sexually abusing myself more than a few times, sometimes accidentally and other times intentionally on my part. When my Mom catches me playing with myself, she apologizes and looks for a second, before closing my bedroom door. My sister, on the other hand, just stands in the doorway with my door wide open to give me shit about having no modesty and no respect for women in general and her specifically. Then, when she leaves, she doesn't even close my door. Giving me a ration of grief is just my sister's excuse to watch me masturbate, while staring at my cock, I figure. It's tough not having the time for a girlfriend, especially at my young, testosterone filled age. All my time and energy goes to studying for my Ph D, assisting the Professor, and teaching interim college classes, whenever the Professor isn't available. Just as my Mom closed my bedroom door, I fired the remote through the door, as a way to vent my frustrated at her for waking me up and interrupting my sexual dream right at the best part. In firing it at my Mom, I never remotely expected the thing to work. This isn't a real phaser and there's no such thing as Aliens, right? Only, as soon as I unplugged it from the wall and fired it, an amazing thing happened. The red light lit. I looked at the thing it shock. I had a new toy to play with for the day, while pretending that I really had a stun gun. "Shit! It lit up. The red light lit. It works. It really works. Way to go, Martin." Thinking that the unit had charged and expecting nothing else to have happened, except for the red light to flash, I jumped out of bed, opened my bedroom door, and walked in the hall to go to the bathroom to pee. When I did, I nearly crashed into my Mom and almost knocked her over. She was frozen stiff, stunned, in place. I couldn't believe it. I had zapped my her. I stunned my Mom. "Oh, my God! Holy shit! No frigging way. This is too bizarre. Are you kidding me?" Every horny son's dream is to have a bit of alone time with Mom, especially with Mom not knowing her son is exploring her hot, stunned body. I reached out and felt my Mom's breast through her bathrobe. There's no better feeling than feeling a woman through her clothes and the sensation is even more exciting when that woman is your Mom. Her nipple was erect. Then, I felt her other tit. Now, with both hands, I was feeling my Mom's tits, through her bathrobe. I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's tits. Immediately, my cock reacted to what and who my hands were feeling. Damn, for an old broad, she has nice tits. "Oh, my God! I can't believe this is happening," I said for no one to hear. I couldn't believe I was feeling my Mom's tits without her knowing. A dream come true, I've always want to feel up my Mom. Martin was right. This was a phaser, a genuine phaser. "Beam me up, Scottie," I said pretending I was Captain Kirk and had just captured and stunned a beautiful and voluptuous space creature. Yet, if this is a phaser, then he must have been abducted, and if he was abducted, then there must be Aliens. Holy shit! No frigging way. Nah, I still couldn't allow myself to believe that there were aliens. Martin probably made this so called phaser from an old garage door opener, which would explain why there was no made in China sticker and patent pending numbers on the unit. Yet, what if this thing is for real? What if this is a phaser from outer space? I was too excited with the thoughts of exploring my mother's body to think any more of Martin being abducted or about Aliens and other life forms in the universe, when I had all I needed and wanted right in front of me, my stunned Mom in her bathrobe. All the while watching her face for a reaction that she was waking up or feeling what I was doing, afraid to go any further than feeling her up through her bathrobe, with quivering hand, I loosened her bathrobe tie. Having just taken a shower in preparation for getting ready for work, my mother was naked underneath her robe. "This is crazy. I don't believe this is happening." I imagined she was on stage with me in front of all my horny friends and I was about to expose my Mom's naked body to them, as I loosened more of her bathrobe. I thought of that Little Rascals scene, where Spanky's mother is on stage, just as the curtain goes up and pulls his mother's dress up and off of her with it. Wow. It was then that I imagined all the other possibilities I could do with my Mom. If she was sitting watching TV, I could stun her and have her give me a stunned blowjob. If she was lying down sleeping, I could stun her and mount her, as if I was her hot boyfriend, and make stunned love to her. Slowly, as if opening a special Christmas gift, as if I was helping my Mom do a slow striptease, I opened more of her bathrobe. Now, her cleavage was totally exposed. "Oh, my God." Before seeing the rest of her tits, her areolas, and her nipples, I reached my hand inside and felt one of her naked breasts, before fingering her nipple. My hand was shaking and I was so nervous she'd wake up and catch me feeling her tit. I stared at her frozen face looking to see if she reacted to the touch of my hand and when she didn't, I continued probing my mother's naked body. Expecting her nipple to react, expecting her nipple to grow bigger and harder, when it didn't, I realized she was frozen in place. Still, the weight of my mother's tit felt so good in my hand. As if plugged into my Mom with a cord, as if there was electricity flowing through my body, my cock pulsated with every touch of my Mom's naked body. She has a full B cup and I couldn't wait to see her tits, touch them, feel them, caress them, and, did I dare, suck them? Going for broke, while staring at her face and watching for any indication that she was snapping out of being zapped, I opened her bathrobe completely and took a step back to see my Mom's naked body. "Holy shit! Wow." Not bad for a 46-year-old woman. Definitely, she was MILF material. There were her tits and her bushy pussy exposed to me. I couldn't believe my Mom was standing in front of me naked. I took a step closer to her and my hands were all over her tits. More comfortable that she wasn't awakening from being stunned, I touched her tits, felt them, caressed them, and groped them. Then, I did it. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth. I was sucking my mother's tit, something I haven't done, since I was a baby. I was sucking one tit, while feeling the other and then I sucked her other tit, while feeling the one I just sucked. Because it was my Mom's nipples, her nipples felt so good in my mouth. Back and forth I went getting my fill of Mommy's tits and nipples. Then, I reached down and felt my Mom's fur. I cupped her pussy, before reaching my finger inside her slit and fingering vagina. She was dry. I moistened my fingers in my mouth and stuck them inside of her. I was finger fucking my mother. Deeper and deeper, I exploded her pussy with my long fingers, while playing with her stunned clit. "Oh, my God." I couldn't believe I was having my way with my mother and she was just standing there frozen in place and allowing me to do whatever I wanted to her. I squatted down and parting her pussy with my fingers, I gave her pussy a sniff, before giving it a long, wide lick. Still no reaction from her. She was standing totally still, as if she was a mannequin in a department store, allowing me to do whatever I wanted to her naked body. I couldn't believe I just licked my mother's pussy. Again and again I licked her, while finger fucking her. Lapping her clit and sticking my tongue deep in her hole, I was eating my Mom. I'll be jerking off over this for years. Then, I stood and reached my hand inside her bathrobe and around behind her to feel her ass. Her ass felt incredible. I walked around behind her and lifted her bathrobe to see her ass. She has a beautiful ass. "Wow." I was grabbing both ass cheeks, while humping her, before reaching around to take hold of her exposed tits. Humping her harder, I pretended I was fucking my Mom up the ass. My cock was rock hard, now. Naked underneath, I pulled down my pajama bottoms, took a step closer to my mother and positioned my cock between her ass cheeks. It was then that I wish she was more a willing volunteer than a stunned victim. My cock was so hard and I was so excited that I wanted to bend her stunned body over and fuck her right there in the hall in front of my bedroom door. I moved around to the front of her and rubbed my naked, erect cock against my Mom's soft belly, before squatting down a little to rub my cock against her pubic hair. Then, I stood and kissed her, while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Forcing my tongue in her mouth, I was kissing my Mom, while feeling her tits and rubbing my stiff cock on her soft belly. I took my cock in my hand and moved it all around her stomach before squatting down again to rub it against her furry bush, while pretending that I was fucking her. Then, I put my cock in her hand. My Mom was holding my cock. I couldn't believe it. Pretending my Mom had walked up to me and taken my cock in her hand, I looked down to see my cock in her hand, before looking up at her face. A dream come true, I was having my way with my mother's naked body. Slowly, before forcefully, I moved my hips back and forth, while feeling the resistance of my Mom's semi-clenched hand against my cock. My Mom was giving me a stunned hand job. My Mom was actually stroking my cock. Even though I was doing all the movement, my cock still felt so good being held in her warm hand, as I moved my hips back and forth. I had to stop. Her stunned hand job felt too good and I was too excited. If I humped her hand anymore, I'd cum all over her hand and that was too much of a clue, as to what I did, if she suddenly awakened. How in the Hell would I explain my mother having my cum all over her hand? Then, I wondered, maybe that's what got Martin in trouble. Maybe he sexually violated and raped those women and left his cum evidence behind. Even though they suspected he sexually assaulted them, they couldn't prove he had his way with their naked bodies because they were stunned. Suddenly, a bit grossed out by what I was doing, I realized this is what a perverted mortician must do with a naked body, while feeding his fetish for necrophilia. Eww. "Shit!" She twitched. She was coming out of it. Quickly I closed and tied her bathrobe and, with my pajamas still around my ankles, ran in my room and closed my bedroom door. Damn, I still had to pee like a racehorse. Only, I didn't dare go out there. Did my Mom know that I saw her naked? Did she know I was feeling her naked body? Did she know that I was rubbing my cock all over her ass, her belly, and her pubic hair? Did she know she was giving me a stunned hand job? I wondered if she knew any of it or if she was unaware of all of it. When I opened my bedroom door some twenty minutes later, my Mom was gone. She had left for work. I ran in the bathroom to pee and that was when I realized that I was alone in the house with my sleeping sister. Be still my hard on. Lord have mercy on me and on her. That was when I turned my attention to my sexy, albeit bitchy sister. I crept down the hall and listened at the door, before slowly opening it. As soon as I squeaked open her bedroom door, she turned to look at me and I zapped her. Nervous, I wondered if she'd have a memory of me opening her bedroom door. I wondered if she'd remember me zapping her, but I was too sexually excited to care. She was stunned, frozen in place and I was free to do whatever I wanted to do to her hot, naked body. I couldn't believe it. This is unbelievable. This is too good to be true. No one would believe me. Happy Nude Day to me. Quickly, I pulled off my pajama bottoms and climbed in bed with my hot, younger sister. My cock was so hard at the thoughts of what I was about to do to my baby sister. At the time, I was 26-years-old and she was 23-years-old. Slowly, methodically, I pealed down her sheet. She was wearing a nightgown that during the night had risen up to her belly and her trimmed pussy was exposed and in full view to my bulging eyes. For the first time in my life, I had an up close, uninterrupted view of my sister's pussy. I reached out my hand and felt her fur, before cupping her pussy. Then, I wiggled and slid in a finger inside of her. She must have been having a sexy dream because she was already a little moist. Beam Me Up Scotty I started playing with her clit with my index finger, while finger fucking her with my middle finger. Never in my life had I ever expected to be doing this with my sister. I mean, I've thought about it, about having sex with my sister, while masturbating in my room, but I never thought it would ever happen. Now, with the phaser, anything was possible. I lifted her nightgown higher still, exposing her tits. Unlike my Mom who only has B cup breasts, my sister takes after my grandmother and has C cup breasts and I always wanted to see her big tits up close and personal. Finally, here they are. My horny hands were all over her big boobs. I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth, before taking the other nipple in my mouth, while feeling her tit that I had just sucked. I couldn't believe that I was feeling my sister's naked tits and sucking her nipples. I scooted down half the length of the bed to get a whiff and take a lick of her pussy. Unbelievable. I stuck my tongue in my sister, as far as I moved my tongue around inside of her. I started lapping her and teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, while fucking her with my finger. There I was eating my sister's pussy with still no reaction. Stunned stiff as a board, she was my sleeping beauty. Then, I climbed up higher on the bed and positioned my cock by my sister's mouth. Did I dare? Oh, yeah. Are you kidding me? This was my chance in a lifetime. I couldn't wait to stick my cock in my sister's stunned mouth. With a gentle push, I stuck my erect cock in my sister's mouth. Oh, my God. My sister was giving me an unconscious blowjob. "Suck it, Lexi. Suck my cock, you bitch." I had heard stories about my baby sister from one of my friends. I heard she liked giving head and has given her share of guys head. She liked going to the clubs with her slutty girlfriends and now here she was giving me, her brother, head. "Suck my cock, you slut. Blow me, baby sister. Suck my cock, Lexi." I couldn't believe it. My sister had my cock in her mouth. Slowly and methodically, I moved my hips back and forth, while my sister gave me a stunned blowjob. If only she'd move her lips and tongue, I'd get off and cum in her mouth. Only, I couldn't do that. I couldn't leave evidence of me in her mouth. How would I explain that? Who knows, maybe she'd figured she regurgitated someone else's seed from the night before. Still, this was pretty hot, just doing this, just having her give me a pretend blowjob. Just the sight of my cock in my sister's mouth, while I reached down and felt her big boobs and fingered her nipples is a sight I will never forget and will masturbate over every night for the rest of my life. I had my cock in my sister's mouth. I fucked my sister's face. "Take that, bitch," I said humping my hips and filling her mouth deeper with my cock. Like mother like daughter, as soon as I saw her twitch, I pulled down her nightgown, covered her with the sheet, and beat it the Hell out of her bedroom. Now that I had a proven alien technology, namely a fully charged phaser, now that today was Nude Day, the day that I had been waiting for to see if this look more alike garage door opener was really a phaser, I couldn't wait to take my new toy to summer class. I couldn't wait to invite some of my hotter students back to my professor's office for some personal instruction, if you know what I mean. As soon as I got to school, I saw Robin. She's a hot black chick. I've never been with a black woman before and I always wanted to see the naked body of a hot black woman. After stunning her, I imagined feeling her through her clothes. I imagined partially undressing her, just enough to have access to the good parts. I imagined putting my erect cock in her hand, before filling her stunned mouth with my hard prick. "Robin, can I see you after class? I have a few questions about your paper." As soon as she sat in the chair across from my desk, I waited for her to speak and then I zapped her. Perfect. Just about to say something, her mouth was still poised conveniently open to accept my ready cock. In the way she sat there so still, she looked like my personal, black, blowup doll. My hands were all over her hot, sexy, black body. I touched and felt her everywhere through her clothes, before unbuttoning her blouse and lifting up her bra. Then, I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I didn't want to strip her naked, in case she started waking up or in case someone came to my locked office door. I needed time to get her dressed again. Then, I unzipped myself and lifted her hand and filled her black hand with my cock. The sight of her black hand against my white prick made me so very excited. Then, I moved closer to her and stuck my cock in her mouth. Oh, my God, I couldn't believe it. Something I'd never thought I'd ever see, as this beautiful black bitch has nothing but a bad attitude, I was so excited seeing my cock in her pretty mouth. I put a hand to the back of her pretty black head, while moving my hips back and forth. Robin, my Nubian princess was giving me a stunned blowjob. Slowly, methodically, and then faster, I fucked her face and fucked her mouth with my hard cock. Only, my fun was short lived, when she started coming around and had she not started coming around, I would have cummed in her hot black mouth. Oh, my God, it felt so good to have my cock in the mouth of this sweet, beautiful black woman, while I felt her abundant breasts. Quickly, I put my cock back in my pants, pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt. I pulled down her bra and buttoned her blouse. She looked as if nothing had taken place. Just as she fluttered open her eyes and closed her mouth, I was already sitting behind my desk. "So, that's all I wanted to tell you, Robin. Good job with your paper." As if she had nodded off, while I was talking, she looked at me confused. "Thank you," she said getting up a little woozy and quickly leaving. I was so frigging excited. I couldn't wait to try this out on other students. Only, as soon as I walked down the corridor looking for my next victim, the stun gun stunned person after person. As if it was set on automatic, I was just as stunned by all the stunning the gun was doing without my even touching it. Then, I realized what was happening. With the stun gun in my pocket, my car keys came in contact with the button. I ran down the corridor trying to distance myself from all the stunned people but more were being stunned, as I ran by them. Moreover, the worst of it was that they had me on camera. The video showed students being stunned, as I walked and then ran by them. It showed me frantically reaching in my pocket to free the stuck stun gun button, as I ran, while it still fired at students stunning them. The frigging button was jammed. The jig was up. My Nude Day stunning was short lived. I imagined being fired from the university and surrendering my phaser to the police. I imagined being kicked out of school and not given the chance to earn my Ph.D. I'd have to move to another country, Mexico, or Bolivia to complete my studies. Finally, I was outside, alone in the back parking lot, and away from everyone and anyone, who could be zapped and stunned. Finally, with the stuck button freed, I could relax now. Yet, just as I got to my car, just as I reached in my pocket for my car keys to unlock my car door with my remote, I felt sick to my stomach and then I couldn't move. I was lit up by a bright light, the light was so bright that I could feel the heat from it. It was a bright, white laser beam. I could feel my feet moving an inch off the ground and within an instant, I was gone. "Hey! What the Hell? Are you kidding me? Is this a joke?" I was aboard a space craft and surrounded by aliens. At first scared to death, when they showed me no harm, I relaxed. This is what must have happened to Martin that was now happening to me, being abducted. With the knowledge that Martin returned safe and sound from his abduction, I was too interested in them and their ship to feel fear. I was too curiously fascinated to know that there were aliens to be afraid. Only, after being held prisoner onboard their craft, treated more like a guest than a prisoner, free to go anywhere and roam the ship, so long as I have my two alien escorts with me at all times, I have no idea where I am or how long I've been here. They even allowed me to use their computer to post this story. Had I never worked at that nursing home, I never would have met Martin. I rue the day that he gave me that phaser. I rue the day that I unplugged it from the wall and zapped my mother, my sister, and Robin. I will forever hate Nude Days and zapping anyone, now that these aliens routinely zap me to probe me. Gross. Eww. I hate being fingered and stroked by aliens. Still, I will always remember this Nude Day.