Space Journey

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My mom and I embarked on a joyful journey

from Silicon Valley to Shira. It was still early when we arrived at Lake Tyho, on the California side.

We set up our tent, packed our sleeping bags, and prepared our cooking utensils and food. As the evening sun dipped behind the shadows of the trees, we lit a small fire.

We were the only people in the campsite, and the quiet and solitude were as intense as the forest itself.

This was a celebratory vacation for my mom and me, a celebration of our years of hard work and success in our respective fields.

I had just finished eighth grade (second year of junior high) with top honors in math and science.
I would turn fourteen this September, and before starting high school, I was looking forward to a summer break.

My mom, on the other hand, had been promoted to head of teaching and paperwork at her computer company—no small achievement for her.

When I was three, my irresponsible father left without a word. For the next ten years, my mother graduated from university and worked her way up to where she is today.

It took her a very long time, sacrificing much sleep and working late into the night.

I remember many lonely nights and weekends when she worked night shifts or brought work home, but she always reminded me that all this hard work was to create a better future for us.

And I believe it was beneficial for both of us.

My mother now feels it; she's twenty-nine years old, and after a long and arduous journey, she's beginning to reap the rewards of her labor.

As for me, I'm gradually developing a sense of responsibility for my future and preparing for my university studies.

My mother and I sat by the fire, watching the flames flicker in the deep darkness around us. Loneliness and a deep connection—two opposing yet complementary thoughts simultaneously surfaced in our minds.

"Son, what are you thinking about?" After a while, Mom spoke first. "Do you think our efforts were worthwhile?"

"Hmm, Mom, I think so," I replied. "But being here, feeling relaxed and satisfied with what I've done, makes it all worthwhile."

"So, what should we do tomorrow?"

Based on our ideas, Mom and I made some loose plans for the future: I wanted to go fishing in the nearby creek, and Mom brought a lot of books, intending to spend a long time enjoying reading.

We both thought we should spend some time at Lake Tahoe, swimming and sunbathing. We'd

go to Virginia City and see the old silver mines.

We'd just sit down, breathe in the smoky, free air, and forget about highways, streetlights, work, and school, and just spend a week like that.

"How about we go swimming all day tomorrow?" I suggested.

"That's a good idea, son."

We were silent for a few minutes.

"Mom?" I finally said.

"Is something wrong?"

"Have you ever thought about remarrying?"

"No, really not." Mom seemed startled, denying it earnestly, then smiled and said, "At first, I was too busy, I didn't even have time to go to school, and it's still like that now. As time went by, I decided not to place my trust in a man again." Mom put a hand on my shoulder.

"In this world, you are the only man I trust wholeheartedly." Saying this, Mom hugged me tightly.
I pressed my head against Mom.

She smelled so good.

Mom never wore perfume; she liked to smell clean and fresh.

"Hey!" Mom said, "How about some hot chocolate and marshmallows before we go back?"
I went over, and while Mom rummaged around for chocolate and marshmallows, I prepared the stove.

Soon, we had a cup of hot chocolate, and the marshmallows were ready in the glow of the charcoal fire.

We sat down, sipped slowly, enjoying the delicious food while talking about the trivialities of the ordinary world.
Half an hour later, Mom stretched and yawned.

"The air in these mountains makes me sleepy," she said. "After a long day of work, preparing food, and driving, I'm exhausted. How about you?"

"I'm pretty tired too," I said.

"I'm going to sleep now," Mom said. "After I get into my sleeping bag, you're in charge of putting out the fire before you come in."

I wasn't surprised by Mom's insistence on privacy.

Mom was very formal at home; except when brushing her teeth or combing her hair, she always locked the bathroom door and changed clothes privately. If she was wearing underwear or pajamas indoors, she would also wear an extra, airtight robe.

She turned on the fluorescent light in the lantern and went into the tent.

This 8x10-foot tent, according to the instructions on the box, could sleep four people, but I imagined those four people would have to be very friendly and small. However, for two people, it had plenty of space for clothes bags and personal belongings, enough for someone to turn over and sleep comfortably, and high enough for someone inside to stand up.
Mom closed the tent door.

As Mom moved around inside the tent, I saw her shadow move back and forth on the shiny nylon fabric; from one side to the other, in the light.

After a while, she moved the light to a corner of the tent and began to undress. I couldn't look away; her bright, clear silhouette slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it down. Then, her two jade-like arms reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. A pair of firm, full breasts immediately sprang out, swaying slightly.

Suddenly, my penis began to harden, and thoughts about Mom flashed through my mind—thoughts that a son shouldn't have.

Mom left most of the housework to me, and I usually focused heavily on my studies, with little social life.
I'd never had a girlfriend, and I'd never seen a naked girl before.

Mom's shadow tilted her head back, put on her t-shirt, and her beautiful breasts stood out prominently, high and proudly erect.
I just wanted to hide behind the trees and have some fun, but then my mother's call rang out. "I'm ready, you can come in."

With a silent groan, I poured water into the fire, white steam rising instantly. Then, I unzipped the tent and quietly went inside.

"Are you in?" my mother asked.

"Yes."

My mother turned off the light, and in the darkness, I took off my clothes and changed into my pajamas—thankfully, this way I didn't have to try to hide my erection caused by my mother—and slipped into the silk lining of my sleeping bag.
I gripped my penis tightly, wondering if I could masturbate quietly without my mother hearing.

Unfortunately, I thought it was a bad idea; even if my mother didn't hear, I would still get my sleeping bag dirty, and even have to sleep with a wet stain of semen all night, and my mother would smell the odor when she unzipped the sleeping bag the next morning.

Even though I was very unhappy with my decision, sigh, I fell asleep immediately.

The next thing I knew was that I was awakened from an unbelievable slumber, my ears—my whole life—filled with a low, buzzing sound.

A low, rumbling sound.

It seemed so pervasive, with no apparent source or direction.

The hair at the back of my neck stood on end. I unzipped my sleeping bag, sat up, and tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, to guess what was happening.

As I sat there, filled with fear and desperately trying to regain my composure, the tent was suddenly illuminated by a bright blue light.

I looked at my mother; she had also sat up, clearly stunned, just as I was.

We both scrambled to the door, I unzipped it, and we ran out together.

The forest, the entire area around the campsite, was bathed in the same eerie blue light. We stood there, looking up, shielding our eyes with our hands, trying to pierce the blinding light to find the source, but we saw nothing but light.

Then, we floated up, slowly rising, straight upwards.

We felt nothing—nothing touching or pulling—just a sudden loss of gravity.

As we rose, the beam of light became almost tangible, obscuring the view below. Our tents and campsite disappeared, replaced by a sea of blue light.

Then, I realized we were in a confined space—it seemed like a room, or perhaps some kind of cockfighting arena, or maybe… a laboratory!

There were things around us.

Six beings surrounded us, not human.

Then, a shocking realization struck me: my mother and I had been abducted by aliens.

I froze, and frankly, that seemed rather impolite.

These aliens looked much like those described in current novels; their appearance was largely human-like, meaning they had heads, bodies, and long, thin arms and legs (at least, they looked like hands and legs).
They had large, dark eyes, vertical nostrils, and a small mouth, just as we expected.

Their skin was light gray, but they had no ears or genitals, and their three fingers weren't round like humans'; they had whiskers at the ends… After observing them closely and memorizing their appearance, I remembered all the medical reports I'd ever read about alien abductions: the strange instruments, the chilling experiments, the piercing screams, the mysterious whispers, the particular attention to genitals, and the forced mating.

"Hi," one of the aliens greeted me.

Thinking about it carefully, they hadn't actually spoken, but I could clearly hear the voice in my head, as clear as a conversation at a dinner table.

"Welcome aboard."

"Are we really in a spaceship?" I asked.

"You could say that," the "voice" replied.

"Will you hurt us?" I blurted out. "Slice us open and examine our internal organs; or poke us with something sharp?"

"Why would we do that?" a second, different voice asked. "If we cut you open, we might damage the wiring or impair organ function, which would hinder our observation."
"I've read everything about you guys," I said. "I know what you're capable of."
A low murmur of discussion filled my head.

Then, a voice concluded.

"You must be confusing us with other things," it said. "We've never been here before; we're just passing through. Your planet looks different from most others, and we decided to stop and do some research. When we discovered there were clearly thinking beings here, we decided to examine you."
Not quite understanding its meaning, Mom and I huddled closer together, standing shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand.

I pinched the skin on my arm to examine it.

Yes, I wasn't dreaming.

"Now," a voice said, "we need to make some observations. Your outer layer of parts is not part of your physiology. Please remove them."

"We can't do that," Mom refused immediately. "We can't run around naked in front of each other."
"But we've noticed you're pressed close together," the voice continued. "Are you telling me that whenever you're together, you'll have something covering your bodies?"

"Yes," Mom admitted.

I thought I heard a sigh, and six aliens turned to me. I didn't hear a sound, but I felt a command to take off my clothes.

I moved away from Mom and agreed to their request.

But I still didn't believe the aliens had ever promised not to harm us.

I was still terrified; my testicles almost shrunk to somewhere under my ribs, and my penis felt like it was about to flip over.
I glanced at Mom and found her gaze shifting back and forth over me.

One alien approached, placed his tentacles on my shoulder, and instructed me to turn around.

His touch was slightly cold, but soft and gentle.

I turned my head, like a mannequin on a clothing display, while a jumble of murmurs echoed in my mind.

Then, the alien on my shoulder pointed to my retracted penis and asked with interest, "What's that?"

My mother couldn't help but look in the direction he was pointing.

"That's my...penis," I said gruffly.

"What's its function?" another voice asked.

These aliens seemed different—their height and facial features varied.

Because they weren't really speaking, I couldn't 'talk' to them, but I started trying to respond to the voice.

That one, I thought, was a scientist alien.

"It's for excretion," I said.

"Excretion?" the scientist asked curiously.

"Water to eliminate waste."

"Waste?"

Perhaps I should try another way of putting it.

"It's part of our fuel and energy system. We use water to assist our physiological energy processes. After the water is used, it contains byproducts of energy conversion and system maintenance, so we need to eliminate it. That's excretion."

"Oh, fuel and energy!" the scientist exclaimed, muttering after understanding the reason.
Six alien faces turned to my mother. I knew there was a command for her to remove her coverings.

She looked at me.

I shrugged.

Of course, I couldn't look away while my mother was undressing. I was more curious and bewildered than the aliens about this opportunity.

My mother took off her t-shirt and slowly pulled her underwear down between her legs.

The alien who had instructed me to turn around (I think it was their leader) asked my mother to do the same.

To me, my mother's beauty was breathtaking by any standard of aesthetics.
She was voluptuous, with long, black, silky hair, of medium height, and delicate features that were as beautiful as a work of art. Her breasts were neither too large nor too small; they were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body.
She had always maintained her figure, keeping herself slim and toned.

I discovered that the hormones of a thirteen-year-old boy are completely unaffected by fear or incestuous thoughts.
Damn it, in this situation, my penis was already about a third erect.

It started to grow larger and longer, thankfully still hanging horizontally.

My mother glanced at me, her pretty face immediately turning red.

A voice rang out from the group of six, "Did you see that? They changed color too." Hearing this, my mother blushed even more.

"Why did you change color?" the scientist asked.

"Because… I'm embarrassed…" my mother replied.

"Embarrassed?"

"The blood rushed to my skin, because… well, nothing."

The leader pointed to my mother's chest.

"What are those bulges?" he asked.

"These are my breasts," my mother said softly, blushing.

"What are they for?" the scientist inquired.

"Their function is to nourish… well, to provide energy to… newborn babies."

"Your offspring will consume you as nourishment?" the scientist said.

His face didn't move; but I seemed to sense him raise an eyebrow.

“No, no,” Mom hurriedly explained, “Nourishing milk is secreted here, and
the children suckle from here.”

“Oh!” said a voice I couldn’t quite place, “That sounds really strange.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” the scientist said. He pointed to the forest between Mom’s legs.

Of course, I saw it too.

Compared to the pictures I’d seen in magazines before, Mom’s forest was much denser.

It was wide, jutting straight out of Mom’s body, like…like a clump of hair.

“Where is your penis?” the scientist asked.

“I don’t have that,” Mom said awkwardly.

“Then how do you…relieve yourself?”

“I have a different place to relieve myself,” Mom said, seemingly unwilling to elaborate, each sentence brief.
“Please elaborate further,” the scientist said.

Mom reached out and parted the thick pubic hair, parting her labia.

My penis immediately became erect.

Mom glanced at me, a displeased expression on her lips.

“Here!” she said, pointing. “This is the opening; I excrete from here.”

“Hmm, I see,” the scientist said. “But why do others have penises, but you don’t?”
“It’s related to our reproductive organs,” Mom explained, referring to reproduction. “How we create more of ourselves.”

“Um, please explain further,” the scientist said.

“We are hermaphroditic beings,” Mom said, her voice clearly angry.

“Woman, I am a woman, producing eggs; man, he is a man, producing sperm. Eggs and sperm combine to form a child.”

“How do eggs and sperm combine?” the scientist seemed puzzled. “I can’t see any organs transporting eggs in your body.”

“Between a woman’s legs, there’s a special opening called the vagina,” Mom continued. “This is a passage to the egg. The male’s penis is inserted into the vagina, delivering semen into it.”

The eyes of the twelve aliens suddenly shifted to my crotch.

“You mean, the male ejaculates his penis into the female’s body?” some voices immediately asked.
“Of course not,” Mom said. “The male inserts his penis into the female’s vagina.”

“Okay, listen to what I’m saying and see if I’m right,” the scientist said. “An egg resides permanently in the female’s body. When the other part is needed, the male inserts his penis into the vagina, depositing semen. The semen and egg combine to form a new life form. Is that right?”

“More or less,” Mom mumbled, “but there are some things to add.”

“Please explain in detail,” the scientist said.

“Do you… have a whiteboard available? It would be easier to explain that way,” Mom asked.

The scientist gestured to a device on the table that looked like a computer screen, its surface tilted slightly forward.
“You can use this.”

Mom walked to the computer screen, extended her fingertip, and hurriedly sketched a cross-sectional drawing of the female circulatory system. A

sensitive and profound depiction.

“Now, this is the ovary, containing millions of eggs. Every month, one ovary releases one egg, which is sent down the fallopian tube to this spot. The egg goes into this place, called the uterus.”

The mother seemed to be giving a speech. “When the time is right, the male inserts his penis into the vagina, releasing millions of sperm that swim towards the egg. If the timing is correct, a sperm pierces the egg, allowing their genes to combine, and a child begins to grow in the woman's uterus.”

“What happens to the egg if the male doesn't insert his penis into the vagina?”

“It is expelled from the woman's body along with the uterine lining, which is used if fertilization is successful.”

“You mean, the female's essential genetic material is lost? Gone? Wasted?”

“Yes.”

“And what happens to the sperm that don't combine with the egg? What happens to them?”

“They die automatically within a few days.”

“Hmm! You mean, all the male's unused genetic material is also lost?”

“That's right.”

“Boy,” another voice said, “I suspect he's the young engineer who designed this system.”
"What do you mean by the 'appropriate' time for a male penis to be inserted into a vagina?"

"Oh, it requires some...interaction...between the male and female. Because under normal circumstances, a penis looks like this." Mom drew the testicles and a soft penis.

"When a male is ready to insert his penis into the vagina, the penis becomes erect, like this." Mom drew the testicles and an erect penis.

Then, she drew a standard cross-section of the female reproductive organs.

Next, she drew an erect penis entering the vagina, with the testicles hanging outside.

My penis was about three-quarters erect.

Just reading the dictionary definition of "vagina" was enough to get me erect.

"That's interesting. Is he male?" the scientist said, pointing at me.

"Yes," Mom nodded.

"And you are female?"

"Yes."

"Then, please demonstrate for us how a penis is inserted into a vagina."

"What?" Mom exclaimed, "What nonsense are you talking about, sir!"

"Huh! Why not?" the scientist asked curiously.

“There are three reasons,” Mom said. “First, he’s my son, my flesh and blood. He grew from my egg, and we can’t use his sperm and my egg to combine our genes. This child would commit a serious crime, and I can’t have sex with him. Second, he’s too young.” Mom glanced suspiciously between my legs.

“Sexual relationship? Does that mean inserting a penis into a vagina? But this male is already in the ‘appropriate’ state to insert his penis into the vagina.” The scientist said, walking to the computer desk.
He manipulated the edge of the screen for a while.

“When you remove the external cover, his penis size increases by 412.29%; when you show your genital opening, it increases by almost 10%, and, well, let me see, 28% harder, and the height has increased by 17 degrees.”

The scientist finally concluded: “Clearly, this male has already inserted himself inside, hasn’t he?”
I swear, Mom was definitely glaring at me.

I looked down at my toes.

Neither mother nor son could utter a word.

"You seem to have a third reason?" the scientist asked.

"These past few days have been my... human female..." Mom's face suddenly turned red to her ears, whether from embarrassment or a lack of explanation, I don't know. Finally, she gave up explaining and firmly shook her head, "Anyway... no means no." "

I don't quite understand your vocabulary..." the scientist said, "Please go back to your original position."

He placed his tentacles on Mom's arm and guided her to stand where he wanted her to.

The leader did the same to me, and we all left the center of the room.

A rainbow of light bloomed, and a table with a cushion rose from the floor, the rainbow slowly disappearing at the table's legs.
My three-quarters erection vanished instantly.

I knew this...

I thought, soon there would be needles, knives, and other instruments.

"Now, please lie down on this table," he said to Mom.

"Don't even think about it." Mom immediately refused, her heels desperately backing away from the metal floor.

I felt these aliens issuing a command to Mom, just like they had commanded me to take off my clothes.
Mom still refused to move.

I heard a voice whisper in my head, and then two of the aliens stepped forward—the leader and the scientist on my mother's side, and two on the other—and tried to push her toward the table.

My mother wouldn't move, and clearly, physical strength wasn't one of the aliens' strengths. When it became obvious that my mother absolutely refused to get onto the table, the four aliens finally walked away from her.

A blue, circular beam of light enveloped my mother.

She floated up from the ground, positioned herself horizontally in the air, and then drifted onto the table.
The scientist turned his attention to the computer screen.

A few seconds later, the ceiling of the room flashed a dazzling red light, while the blue light vanished.

"Mom! Are you alright?"

"Yes, baby," my mother replied. "I'm fine."

"Did they hurt you?" I asked.

"No, I don't feel anything," she said.

“Please relax,” the leader said to me. “I told you, we won’t do anything to hurt you. We want to study your ecology and take this information back. If we hurt you, we won’t be able to study anything.”

As we spoke, the scientist left the screen and walked forward.

Damn! My penis was erect again, even starting to spasm.

Mom propped herself up on her elbows. “No!” she cried.

“Is there a problem?” the scientist asked.

“A boy can’t put his penis into his mother’s vagina,” Mom said. “Please, God! Why don’t you just let us go back right now and leave?”

I swear I heard a sigh.

“This man’s organ is in ‘appropriate’ condition again. Do you have a problem?”

“That’s incest, it’s illegal, we can’t do that.”

“Okay!” the leader’s voice said. “We will wait. Time doesn’t mean anything to us. You might reconsider.”

“Never,” Mom firmly denied.

Clearly, we were at an impasse.

Mom lay back on the table and covered her eyes with her arm.

Soon after, she began to snore softly.

Then, I suddenly realized how exhausted I was.

We had been dragged out of a long, tiring sleep, followed by a mix of fear and excitement; I had been standing the entire time since entering the spaceship.

I turned to the leader.

"Excuse me," I said, "but I need to sleep. Is there another table I can use?"

The leader said nothing.

The floor opened, and another table rose up next to my mother.

The floor immediately closed, and I lay down, falling into a deep sleep almost the instant I closed my eyes.

When I woke up, I looked around, and my mother was already awake.

She sat up, stretched, and then said loudly, "I need to go to the bathroom."

The scientist walked over to her. "Unless you're willing to demonstrate penile insertion into the vagina, you're not allowed to move around freely," he said.

“I mean, I have to get rid of the waste my body produces…excretion,” she said. “Where can I do that?”

“You can excrete right here,” the scientist said. “We’ll observe.”

“I can’t go to the toilet in public,” Mom protested angrily. “There are some things humans always do secretly, alone.”

“Is this how all your organs are excreted?” the scientist asked.

“Yes.”

“Then why do you believe you have to excrete this useless waste alone?”

Mom groaned. “I don’t know why we do it, we just do it. Now, in this spaceship, is there anywhere I can urinate…excrete?”

“As far as I know, you can only excrete here,” the scientist said.

Mom looked clearly uneasy.

“There must be something to wrap up this waste!” she said in a small voice.
The scientist walked towards a wall.

“I…I want one too,” I called out.

A door suddenly appeared on the wall.

The scientist walked past, and it closed.

I went to the same wall.

Nothing happened.

I touched the top of the wall, but felt no gaps or sensors.

As I stood there, the door reappeared, and the scientist almost collided head-on with me.

A voice rang in my head, sounding like "Here you go!"

The scientist handed a clean, bowl-shaped container to my mother and me.

I placed my penis on the rim of the bowl and peed properly.

Mom glanced around the room, then turned around and squatted down with her back to me. At first, there were soft urination sounds, then a strong jet of water churned and foamed in the bowl.

Then, I saw—I really saw—Mom's tight little anus gradually opened, and some conspicuous golden-yellow fecal matter meandered down, swirling in the bowl.

Good heavens, I guessed she had to go to the toilet!

Somewhat surprised, my penis was almost fully erect.

The scientist looked at my penis, then at the bowl under Mom, and shook his head.

He was probably thinking about what good questions to ask.

"Don't look at me," Mom said, her voice a little flustered. "Mark, can you get Mom's t-shirt?"
I picked up the t-shirt from where Mom had taken her clothes off and handed it to her from behind. She tore off a sleeve and used it to wipe herself. Throwing the sleeve into the bowl, Mom stood up.

When she saw my erect penis, she said fiercely, "Mark, I want you to stop right now. You're giving them bad advice, and you're giving me bad advice too."

The scientist picked up the two bowls and hurried back to the wall.

I didn't know what my mother meant by "bad advice."

I assumed it meant she thought I had unhealthy thoughts about her; but it also meant she was starting to worry about the "penis insertion" issue.

I decided to ignore it for now.

"I'm hungry," my mother said.

"Me too. I wonder if these guys have prepared any food for us."

When the scientist returned, I told him we needed food and fuel.

"I'm not surprised," he said. "Considering your body structure, the waste, and the observed thermal activity, I estimate your bioefficiency to be 28.3%." This was chilling.
"You have to spend a lot of time inputting fuel and outputting waste. I'm sorry..." he continued, "but we don't have any fuel suitable for your kind."

"They must want to starve us," my mother said.

“We can go without food for a while…” I told the scientist, “but we absolutely need water. Without water, we’ll cease functioning quite quickly.” I was genuinely warning the scientist; clearly, he didn’t want us to stop living too soon.

“Water, dihydrogen, monoxide,” I said.

“I can make that!” the scientist exclaimed, rushing back into his hole in the wall.

A moment later, we heard a violent explosion behind the wall, and the wall even shook slightly. My mother and I were terrified, thinking the spaceship was about to crash.

After a while, the scientist emerged, staggering through the smoke, carrying a clean container, like a flask, containing about two liters of liquid—I think it was water.

He handed me the flask, and I gave it to my mother first. She drank half, and I drank the other half.
The chemically filtered water had no taste. But it was moist and definitely sustained us.

“Thank you,” I said to the scientist.

“We’ll need more later.” It wasn’t my imagination; I heard a mournful wail in my head.
“Next…” I turned to my mother, “What should we do now?”

My mother said loudly, “Keep waiting, I think. What else can we do now?”
The answer was obvious to me, but saying it aloud didn’t seem like a good idea.
So we waited.

Waited, waited… and waited.

We slept, drank, urinated, repeating these processes.

Since we weren’t doing anything interesting, the aliens went about their business, no longer paying attention to us.
There were no windows, no sensation of movement, and the brightness inside the spaceship remained constant. I didn’t know if we were hundreds of feet above the campsite or light-years away from Earth.

I was bored, really bored.

Time had literally lost its meaning. When we slept, we didn’t know how much time had passed. The only evidence of time’s passage was the almost cramping hunger in our stomachs.

A thirteen-year-old boy needs a lot of energy.

“Mom,” I said, waking from what felt like the umpteenth time I’d fallen asleep, “I’m so hungry I’m dizzy.”
“Me too,” Mom whispered. “My mind is a mess. I’m afraid I can’t think clearly anymore. I’ve started thinking about whether we should give in to their demands, but I’m so unwilling. I’m so afraid that if you and I have sex, it will ruin our relationship. It will mess with your head and make it impossible for us to live together peacefully in the future.”

“I’m starting to think that we should discuss how to survive,” I said. “I’m so hungry, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I really want to go back to our normal life. This was supposed to be a special holiday, a celebration, remember?” “

Survive,” Mom murmured. “Survive. Sometimes people do special things to survive, don’t they? I mean, I’ve read about people who get lost in the desert and drink their own urine to stay hydrated, right? Survival is the main issue, not morality. Survive.”
These words seemed to be spoken to herself more than to me.

“Mark, we have to survive, don’t we?” Mom said. “I mean, we can’t just die in an alien spaceship, right?”

I nodded. “Yes, Mom, we have to survive. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to die here.”
“Then, maybe we’ll be forced to do things we shouldn’t do to stay alive, don’t you think?” Mom said. “And when we get back, we have to tell ourselves that we didn’t abandon our morals, we just wanted to survive, right?”

Mom seemed to be going all in.

“Yes, Mom, absolutely.”

Mom took a deep breath and said calmly, “That way, the problem is solved. We do what they want, and they’ll let us go back.”

I gave a wry smile. “Honestly, Mom, I don’t think we have any other choice. Only this way can we survive.”

Four aliens, led by the leader, were inspecting something behind the wall.

“Leader!” I shouted, “We’re ready to do what you ask.” Unexpectedly, the leader seemed to know I was talking to him, and he immediately came to our table.

“I just want to be sure of one thing,” I said. “If we do what you want us to do—demonstrate penile insertion into a vagina—and then you immediately go back to where you found us and send us back. Right?”

“Of course,” the leader said gently. “I said that. I have no reason to lie to you. I understand you need energy, and you don’t like leaving your environment. If we want to observe you further, we will ‘find’ other of your kind. You are all the same. Aren’t you?”

I thought for a moment about the precious feeling of humanity’s uniqueness, their many sizes, shapes, colors, and countless religious, personal, and political conflicts, and then I told the leader the general truth: “We are essentially the same.”

“Okay,” the leader said. “You’d better get to work.”

The tables were about waist-high to me. Mom sat on the edge of one of them, leaning towards me.
“Well, Mark, it has to be this way,” she said, blushing and panting. “We’re doing this just to survive. Forget about me for now, your mother, and do what you have to do.” With that, Mom lay down, legs spread.

The aliens gathered around us, observing.

I stared at the thick hair between Mom’s legs, parted by a thin, pink slit.

It was almost time; we had to do it eventually.

My penis was still hanging upside down!

I knew how to do it in theory, but I’d never practiced. And before this, I’d never actually done it.

I wasn’t quite sure how to do it. Oh! This was so decadent, my mind filled with the wicked thought, “Mom’s beautiful honeypot is waiting for me.”

I remembered Mom’s figure in the tent; I remembered seeing Mom undress, seeing her—a naked beauty—the first time I saw that sight, and how hard my penis had gotten when I saw Mom urinating and defecating in the bowl.

Nothing changed.

Finally, Mom sat up straight, glancing at me with a hint of anger. "Mark, what are you waiting for?"
"Well, Mom, something seems to be wrong with me," I said.

"He's changed color again," the joker chimed in.

Mom's gaze shifted downwards, landing on my limp penis.

"Sigh! You..." Mom gripped my shoulders, seemingly considering something. Finally, she tilted her head shyly, meeting my gaze firmly.

"This is for survival," she said. "Mom is about to do something for our survival; this... will greatly sacrifice Mom's principles. You can't look down on me."

With that, Mom slid off the table and knelt before me.

"Oh! Mom... you..."

The sudden stimulation left me speechless. I felt Mom cup my testicles in her left hand, her right thumb and forefinger grasping my limp penis.

Her hot breath brushed against the glans, and then, under my gaze, she took my penis into her mouth.
This was exactly what I needed.

The fact that was happening overwhelmed my consciousness; the feeling seemed to expand infinitely, and my penis began to come back to life.

Mom enveloped the head of my penis with her tongue, rubbing it back and forth, gently sucking. I knew I was about to lose control.
Mom must have noticed my penis starting to swell; when I tried to ejaculate into her mouth, she immediately moved her mouth away.
I had never ejaculated like this before.

The first spurt landed on the corner of Mom's right eye, and she immediately closed her eyes tightly; the second spurt landed on her nose, and the rest smeared her cheeks and lips.

Mom stood up and faced the scientist.

"Weren't you curious about millions of sperm? Here it is. Right here," she said, pointing to the white spots on her face, displeased.

I desperately tried to suppress my laughter. Mom looked ridiculous, glaring at the scientist with her semen-covered right eye, a drop of my semen dripping from the tip of her nose.

The scientist produced from somewhere a dish that looked like a petri dish and a bowl-shaped scraper, wiping the semen off Mom's face.

"Why is the penis in her mouth?" the leader asked, puzzled. "I thought it was for the vagina."

"Shut your shit mouth!" Mom roared. "We're about to do it!" She lay back down on the table, legs wide open.

My penis was still lost in the wonderful sensation of Mom's mouth, my most pleasurable ejaculation, even though it was now slightly drooping, but only a little.

I reached out and parted Mom's lips until I could see the whole view between her legs, a pink, moist little opening. I thought, that's where my penis goes.

I gently stroked the opening, then rubbed upwards.

I moved my fingers down and probed into Mom's honey hole, mmm... it felt wet and sticky.

After a few minutes, I still soaked my fingers in the warm hole, then rubbed them back and forth on the slightly parted lips.

When everything was smooth, I thrust my hips forward and slowly slid my penis in.

It was so smooth and easy, it easily pierced in, all the way to the shaft.

"Oh! God..." Mom groaned.

"Is that all? It's that simple?" The leader seemed incredulous. "This is what you thought was impossible?"

My mind was a jumbled mess, like running a million miles in six to eight directions simultaneously within an hour.
The penis sent a strange, unprecedented sensation through me, a feeling far surpassing even thousands of times I'd ejaculated in my mother's mouth. No, words like "it feels good" or "I feel so good" couldn't even begin to describe the pleasure.

It was a new feeling, entirely new, beyond words, like sucking yet not; like friction yet not friction, warmer than fire but not scalding, a smooth, rippling sensation.

But this feeling gripped my penis, seeping deep into every nerve in my body.

This moment was simply indescribable!

Well! If I had to put it into words, it would be… I'm not a boy with a penis; I'm a penis attached to a boy.

I'm doing it, really doing it, uh… I mean, seriously doing it.

And with my mother.

For moments, both brief and endless, I froze, lost in this unique universe of intense thrusting and honeyed depths. I was afraid to move, afraid that if I did, everything would disappear; or that my mother would realize what she was doing and order me to stop.

Then, I felt my mother's vagina begin to writhe, like a hand gently holding my penis, applying gentle pressure.

She held, then released; held, then released again.

I pulled back a few inches, then thrust back forcefully.

Pulled back a few inches… and then thrust all the way in with all my might.

My mother began to sway her beautiful hips, matching the movement of my penis.

A sweet pressure inside her made me completely forget to think, I just kept thrusting forward and backward, penetrating and pulling out, unconsciously repeating this process. With the rhythm of my thrusting, my mother's plump white buttocks were like a fish out of water, constantly leaping on the table.

With each thrust, I pushed forward hard to the end, and my mother's buttocks would freeze in mid-air. Then, I would go up and down, in and out, teasing the woman beneath me to the point of madness. When I pulled back almost to leave, my mother would actively sway her buttocks to meet me.

Then I would continue this steady rhythm.

"Live!" Mom murmured unconsciously, "Live, live, live...
We're trying to live, Mark, we're trying to live, oh! We're striving to live."
"Mom!" I called out, "Yes, Mom. Yes, Mom. Yes, Mom, yes, Mom, yes, Mom, yes, Mom, yes, Mom, yes, Mom..."

"What are you doing?" the scientist asked, puzzled. "I thought you were simply inserting your penis into your vagina. Why are you inserting and withdrawing, inserting and withdrawing? This is the most puzzling thing."
"Shut up!" Mom and I yelled at the same time.

At that moment, I didn't care whether Mom and I were on an alien spaceship, nor did I care if I would die here later.

I only cared about this almost eternal feeling; I was lost in the rhythm of Mom's body and our bodies.
I thrust in, pulled out, and stopped, feeling a wave of dizziness. My penis danced wildly in Mom's honey pot; she was my perfect dance partner, never making a mistake in her steps.

I don't know how long it was before I felt my penis begin to swell, a combination of pleasure and pain trembling between her anus and the base of my penis.

At the same time, Mom's honey pot gripped my penis tightly, beginning to ripple, as if trying to suck me into her body.

Then, everything disappeared.

The aliens disappeared, the walls of the spaceship disappeared.

The universe, I was the entire universe, all universes and all spacetime.

Stars were born from the smoke and dust of the Big Bang within me, and I felt my body and soul being thrown to the very edge of spacetime, and then rushing back at the speed of light.

"Oh!" I almost cried out, "Oh...oh..."

"Ah..." Mom screamed too.

"They're so pitiful, screaming so pitifully." The scientist, completely bewildered, sighed sadly.

Then, I stood up between Mom's legs, panting heavily, my penis covered in Mom's juices and my semen.
Mom and I stared at each other in disbelief, a slight blush appearing on Mom's chest and breasts.

Mom's vagina was still spasming, and my penis was reacting in the same way; we were still connected, the spasm reminding us of what we had just done.

I didn't want to leave Mom's vagina at all, and in no time, my penis was already hard again.
But we had to separate.

We had already put our deal with the aliens into practice, demonstrating how a penis can penetrate a vagina.

Good heavens, we really did it!

Reluctantly, I pulled out. Then, I took Mom's slender hand, helped her sit up, and then stood up.

As she sat up, Mom shook her head, as if trying to clear the confusion in her mind. When she first tried to stand up, she was even a little unsteady on her feet.

We faced the leader, hand in hand, a few drops of semen still dripping from my erect penis, and slowly flowing between Mom's thighs.

"Now," Mother said loudly, "take us home."

The leader stepped forward. "We will. Your mating behavior is quite entertaining, but we've lost interest in you."

"Your bodies are extremely inefficient; you force yourself to cover yourselves in front of your own kind; you feel you must hide when performing bodily functions (urination and defecation); your bodies are ready to mate, but you refuse to acknowledge it."

After a long and rambling speech, the leader concluded, "In short, it seems to us that you are a poorly designed product, a low-level organism governed by incongruous cognition and illogical confusion."

"Oh, really?" Mother scoffed, sneering, "I'm pretty sure humans wouldn't want to exchange with 'higher beings' like you!"

Silence fell between them. Then, the leader waved, and the scientist tapped a few times on the instruments. We were once again enveloped in blue light, leaving the spaceship in a net of light and slowly descending.

I don't know if it was my imagination, but I vaguely heard a few fragmented sentences in my mind: "farewell gift...reproduction...life...Earth..." I couldn't make them out, but as long as I could get out, nothing else mattered.
Looking down, the camp's features slowly appeared. Then, we landed back on the ground, surrounded by the darkness of night and the various calls of nocturnal creatures on Earth.

My mother turned to me and desperately opened her arms.

"Mark, Mark, oh, we're back, we're really back," my mother said, her voice trembling with tears. "We're finally safe. My mind is a complete mess right now."

My mind was just as chaotic.

But what I remembered most clearly wasn't just the aliens abducting and imprisoning us, but the secret universe that my mother's honeypot had led me to.

And suddenly, I realized that my mother's ample breasts were pressed tightly against me.

We stood there, embracing each other tightly, motionless for several minutes. Then, I decided that the most important thing right now was to try to return to a normal life.

We were both starving.

First, my son and I chugged half a gallon of mineral water. After drinking the pure water brewed by scientists with dihydrogen monoxide, nothing tasted better.

I started a fire and placed the bucket on it, while my mother prepared some food. Then, I went back to the tent and checked my watch.

It was ten o'clock at night, two days after we arrived. It seemed we hadn't even lived in that tiny space for forty-eight hours.

My mother and I wolfed down a can of beans, a can of peaches, a large pot of stew, and half a loaf of bread. Eating hot food was a very comforting act; it reminded us where we had come from and what we truly needed.

My mother stood up and said, "Mark, I need to go to the restroom. Will you come with me? I don't want to be alone right now."

Before we left, for some reason, I threw a lot more wood into the fire.

Perhaps for safety!

When we reached the camp's public toilet, I opened the door for my mother and waited outside for her to come out.
“No, Mark,” she said. “I want you to come in with me. Mom wants to see you all the time, and right now, I don’t want to be alone, not even for a second.”

We walked hand in hand into the public restroom. In the dim light of the lantern, I saw Mom pull up her t-shirt, pull her underwear down to her thighs, and slowly sit down. Then, I watched the dripping sound of her urine into the latrine.

I pulled my penis out of my pants and, right in front of Mom, brazenly started urinating.

Mom tore off some toilet paper and almost unconsciously reached between her legs to wipe herself.

Seeing this unguarded action, it was hard to imagine that just three days ago at home, Mom had locked the toilet door tightly.

When we returned to the campfire, Mom said, “Mark, could you heat some water for me? I need to wash.”
Mom pointed to her crotch. “My pubic hair is all stiff right now.”

I emptied the bucket and filled our largest water bottle, while Mom went into the tent and found some soap and a towel.

When the water boiled, she poured it into a basin, added some wood, and then poured in some cold water until the temperature was just right.

Next, she took off her t-shirt and folded her underwear, placing it aside.

She soaked a towel in the water, lathered it with soap, washed her arms, then lathered again. She spread her legs, squatted down, and began to wash between her beautiful legs, placing the towel between her thighs and gently rubbing.
As she began to rinse off the soap, she first wiped her breasts with the wet towel.

When the towel returned to her thighs, she squatted slightly, then stood up, swaying her hips back and forth.
Her breasts reflected the flickering firelight, her tender nipples already erect.

After washing her vulva and pubic area, she squatted even lower, reaching deeper between her legs to wash her groin and buttocks, her snowy buttocks swaying incessantly.

I watched quietly, and suddenly, I understood. Mom wasn't just taking a bath—perhaps this was a small change that had occurred in my heart after those 48 hours.

Mom was dancing, displaying her beautiful figure—for a man, for me.

And the intention behind this action was obvious.

When she finished washing, she poured soapy water into the drain hole next to the faucet and filled another basin with water. Then, she handed me the soap and towel, saying, "Your turn."

I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and shorts, my penis pointing high into the sky.

At this moment, I felt no embarrassment.

I imitated Mom's movements, first washing my arms, then shifting my attention to my penis and testicles.
While scrubbing my penis, I slowly masturbated, calmly considering the effect of each movement.

Mom stared at me quietly, her eyes reflecting a blazing fire.

When I finished showering and emptied the dirty water, I deliberately walked around to make sure my erect penis was clearly swinging up and down and side to side.

"Now!" Mom took a breath and said, "Let's go to sleep."

Inside the tent, Mom looked at the two sleeping bags and suddenly made a face.

"Mark, can these two sleeping bags be combined into one?" she asked.

"Hmm, I think so, Mom," I shrugged, answering casually.

"So, what are you waiting for? Tonight, Mom wants to be closer to you."

We combined the sleeping bags and pulled the blankets close together.

Naked, Mom crawled into the sleeping bag.

Naked, I followed.

We lay side by side in silence for several minutes.

Then, Mom spoke.

"Mark, Mom doesn't know how to say this, but something's changed in me. When the aliens first asked us to have sex, I was shocked.

To me, it was so wrong, it...it completely overturned my upbringing and all the values I believed in. I was so convinced I would never do it.

But soon I was terrified. We might never be able to leave the spaceship. The aliens might want to starve us to death, or take us to another planet where we'd never see Earth again.

I started to think about whether we could have sex, in fact, we might very well. And then I worried about how it would affect you; how it would affect you from then on." I loathed my mother, and even stopped trusting women altogether.

I thought, if the reason was right, I had to do this to keep my son and me alive; then, if we really did survive, we could justify this experience as a necessary struggle for survival. But when your penis slid into my body, I immediately knew I was deceiving myself. Part of my fear was that I would want to have sex with my son; I used every excuse from books to deny my incestuous thoughts.

At first, I was reluctant, but when it was all over, I was willing. I had an orgasm, and I even felt like I was one with the entire universe. "

Mom too?" I gasped.

"Hmm," she whispered, "Me too. Now, tell Mom the truth: do you hate or despise the feelings Mom just told you?"

"Are you kidding? How could I hate or despise you? The first night we arrived here, you were changing clothes in the tent, and I saw your figure. It was the first time I'd seen you naked up close, and I immediately got an erection. When you called me, I almost wanted to masturbate. I love watching you undress, and I love watching you poop and pee. When I felt your wet pussy tightly gripping my penis, I thought I was dead and in heaven. I can't even describe how I felt."

Mom turned away, her back to me, and I moved closer, sliding my penis between her buttocks.
"I think you really don't hate me," Mom chuckled.

I reached out and hugged her, and Mom moved my hand to one of her breasts, then began to squeeze it against her chest.

Once again, we lay quietly for a while, neither of us able to think of anything.

Then, Mom returned to her original position, and I immediately pressed my face against hers. I pressed my kiss to her lips, savoring their warmth, moisture, and parted petals.

We shared a deep, long kiss, her tongue nimbly stimulating my response.

I slowly caressed her breasts, my hand tenderly tracing her lower abdomen before exploring her incredibly thick forest.

I gently tugged at it, the sensation like the fur of small animals, and soon slipped my middle finger between her legs.

My mother's honeypot was already wet, overflowing with fluid that flowed down her thighs and into her buttocks. I let my finger explore her honeypot, immersing it inside while simultaneously rubbing upwards against her clitoris. Again and again, I repeated this action until the engorged petals were lubricated by their own nectar.

I began to gently rub my mother's clitoris, sliding two fingers between them, pressing and flicking.

My mother moaned softly.

We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwined.

I kissed my mother's forehead, her watery eyes, and the tip of her delicate nose.

Mother and son's tongues entwined passionately between each other.

"My good son!" Mom said frankly, "Come on, the first time was for them, but this time, it's only for us."

Mom spread her pink legs wide, letting me know that she wanted to become one with me.

I gladly complied.

Mom's beautiful vagina was so wet that my penis accidentally rubbed against her thighs, between her buttocks and pubic hair.
She reached down, grasped my penis, and guided it back to the right position.

I entered again.

Mom's hands pressed against my chest, while her ankles hooked behind my knees.

She gave me a tight embrace, almost squeezing out all the air from my chest.

"Oh, Mark!" she said, "I want you to be closer to me, Mom never wants you to leave again."

Like two perfectly matched dancers, they knew a step before their partner took it, we swayed, ecstatic, pushing each other, faster and faster, then slowing down, pausing, and then starting again.
I am her, she is me, we, mother and son, are the most perfect one.

Suddenly, I felt a wonderful pain, starting deep within my testicles, and I knew I was about to reach my limit.
My penis swelled to its limit, bursting, and I convulsed uncontrollably, ejaculating wave after wave of semen deep into my mother's vagina.
My mother reacted the same way, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, and we both erupted together.

We held each other tightly, as if tomorrow didn't exist.

When we breathed again, it was a deep groan, a release from suppressed, denied emotions. We both knew we had gone mad.

My thoughts gradually returned to reality. Adjusting my breathing, I propped myself up on my elbows and gently kissed my mother's forehead.

I took her fragrant lips, then lovingly kissed her cheeks and the back of her sensitive ears.

I gently licked my mother's ears, while tenderly nibbling at her pearly earlobes. I moved my head away, lovingly stroking my sweaty hair and brushing it to my forehead.

"I love you, Mom," I said. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mark, Mommy loves you."

We separated, turned around, and embraced like two spoons, me behind Mommy.

Then we drifted into a deep sleep, sleeping longer and deeper than before.

When I woke the next morning, I wasn't sure where I was, why I was there, or what had happened.

I found a pair of bare shoulders pressing against mine; a naked, beautiful buttock pressed against my bare backside.

I had never slept naked with anyone before, and it took me a while to fully wake up.

I knew the body pressed against me belonged to Mommy.

As I moved slowly, a musty smell wafted from the sleeping bag, and then I remembered making love with Mommy before falling asleep the night before.

Then I remembered being abducted by aliens to their spaceship, and being forced to have sex with Mommy to return to Earth.

At least, I think I remembered those things.

Abducted by aliens?

Forced to have sex with Mommy?

Then I remembered Mommy provocatively washing her groin in the firelight.

Was Mom tempting me?

As these memories flooded my mind, I felt a surge of confusion, fear, and a touch of nausea.
Suddenly, I was unsure of what was real and what was unreal.

Turning to look at Mom, she was awake, smiling peacefully with a hint of sleepiness.

"Good morning, Mark," she said. "What's wrong with my sweet son this morning?" Mom stretched her neck and gave me a light peck on the lips.

"I don't feel well," I murmured. "My head is a mess. I... I'm not sure what's real. Have we really been abducted by aliens?"

"It sounds like we should talk. Get up, let's get some breakfast."

Mom got out of her sleeping bag, wobbled slowly to the door, proudly displaying her beautiful buttocks and vulva.
She unzipped the door, peeked out, and then went outside.

“Come out!” she said. “It’s a great morning.”

“Mom,” I said timidly, “Don’t you need to wear clothes?”

“Mark,” she said, with an “it’s true” look, “you and I have been naked together for almost three days now. It feels nice to have the air on our skin, and we’re still the only people in the camp. Mom really doesn’t think clothes are necessary, does she?”

Mom’s logic was right, of course, but going outside naked with Mom—it would take some getting used to.

Naturally, I was having a morning erection. Mom looked at my penis, reached out, grabbed it, and gently shook it in her hand, smiling slightly.

She smiled knowingly, “We’ll take good care of it later.”

We walked side by side to the public toilet to relieve ourselves, but it took me a few minutes to convince my erect penis that it needed to pee.

I started a fire under the bucket, we got some orange juice from the cooler, Mom made oatmeal, coffee, and toast, and I made myself a cup of hot chocolate.

I think we're still slowly recovering from the two-day fast. When we've had our fill, we sit in the camp chairs basking in the sun, Mom with a cup of coffee, and me with chocolate.

"Now," Mom said, "what are you thinking about?"

"That's a big problem, Mom. I'm not quite sure what I'm thinking. Everything seems so unreal, like I just said, I'm not even entirely sure what's real and what's not."

"Are you going to tell anyone we were abducted by aliens?"

"Of course we'll, won't we? I mean, not everyone has been abducted by aliens, and the world needs to know that."

"Okay, what are you going to tell them?"

"Well… I'll just tell them what happened, that's all."

"Including those aliens who wanted to starve you and force you to have sex with your mom?"

"Oh, no, of course not. We can't tell anyone that. I mean, in the stories I've read, aliens often force abductees to have sex, sometimes even resulting in mixed-race aliens."
“Mark, on the other hand, suppose you’re talking to a friend at school, and one of your friends goes on a week-long camping trip and comes back saying, ‘Guess what happened, buddy, Mom and I were abducted by aliens,’ what would you think?”

I said, “He must be making that up.”

Mom laughed, “Right, we don’t have any postcards or matchboxes to prove the trip. Now, suppose your friend has a rumor that aliens forced him to rape his mother, what would you think?”

I understood a little. “I think he’s crazy. Why would he want to tell his friends that he slept with his mother?”

“You get what I mean.”

I laughed sheepishly. “I think so.”

I got up, walked to the fire, and stood in the sunlight. I immersed myself in the scent of the forest, one of my favorite smells. Whenever we climb a mountain, the fresh scent immediately fills the air at that altitude, and I can feel the changes within me. I feel different, and my thoughts begin to change.
The city becomes unreal.

I continued standing, inhaling deeply the fragrant air and dust, listening to the birdsong and the buzzing of flies, lost in thought.
I was struck by the warmth of the dust beneath my feet, the texture of the sand; I knew I was part of the Earth.
I remembered the air inside the spaceship—odorless, sterile, like the dull water produced in a research lab.
The spaceship didn't smell like onions at dinner, but like oiled machinery, even like people.

It was dead.

The Earth was alive.

I was alive.

The memory of the spaceship gradually faded; perhaps, I didn't want to recall it anymore.

I turned to look at my mother; she had her eyes closed, tilting her head back to face the sun.

"Mom," I said, "the spaceship thing feels so fake. I think maybe I don't want to think about it anymore; it makes me uncomfortable. I don't want to remember what happened before."

My mother continued sitting, eyes closed, basking in the sun.

"When Mom was a little girl..." she said, "My grandparents took Mom on a special trip to Disneyland. I was very young and had a vivid imagination. I felt that everyone who played a Disney character was real.
For several days in a row, I was immersed in the magic kingdom. Snow White and Mickey Mouse really walked on the streets. At that time, that trip was the most important thing in my life. But a few days after we got home, I started to ask myself if these things had really happened.

Suddenly, my world went back to the one before. Just like the one before this trip. I started to wonder if it was all just my imagination.

But I have a lot of travel souvenirs, especially photo albums from the trip, with pictures of me hugging those characters. Every now and then, I take out the photos, look at them again, recall those memories, and make sure they are real.

After a while..."

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