Aliens have abducted Neil and his best friend's hot mom, swapping their bodies and experimenting to see how far they'll go in their new forms in Close Encounters, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

Neil's best friend's mom is Monica, a stunning hot mom whom Neil has secretly desired for years. Gorgeous and busty and with the perfect MILF figure. During a camping trip, Neil and Monica are abducted by aliens and taken away.

The aliens swap their bodies and place them into a type of zoo to observe them. Neil is excited to find himself in Monica's gorgeous body, and even more excited when the experiments begin. The aliens enhance Neil and Monica's desire for pleasure until they're overwhelmed, their bodies desperate for a relief than can only be found by joining together in intimacy.

As time goes on the two find themselves falling for each other, and soon help each other discover all the joys of their new selves.

Neil bashed the last spike into the ground and tugged on the rope to make sure the tent was secure.

“I think that does it,” Neil’s dad said, standing back and admiring their handiwork.

The tent was little lopsided and maybe they could have chosen more even ground but it would definitely be good enough for the night. Neil slung his backpack down on the ground beneath the tent overhang and unstrapped his sleeping bag. As he and his dad prepared their tent they could still hear the clank of the spikes as Neil’s friend, Elias, helped his dad erect their own tent. When Neil came back out, Elias’s dad was hopping around a half completed tent. He had some blisters on one foot that were causing him some pain. Add to that the fact that Elias was, at best, a reluctant outdoorsman who’d never put up a tent before, and it was clear Elias’s dad was struggling.

“No, not that. Over there!” he grimaced as one of the tent poles sprang out of its catch and caused the whole tent to collapse again.

“Need some help?” Neil offered.

“No,” Elias’s dad said at the same time as Elias said “Yes”.

Neil shared a look with his dad. Elias’s dad was one of those rugged outdoor types who thought everyone should be born knowing how to pitch a tent and start a campfire. He was a good guy but a little overbearing sometimes and liked to think that he was in charge. It must have aggravated him that his foot hurt so much he had to rely on his wife and son to set up most of the camp.

The sound of voices and the snap of twigs alerted Neil that the moms were returning from their firewood hunt. Neil’s mom led the way into the clearing where they’d set up camp. She was toting some thick branches. Elias’s mom, Monica, followed after her, her arms full of small twigs and other tinder.

“Need some help with that?” Neil asked, bouncing over to Monica.

“Your mom’s got the heavy stuff. Take some from her,” Monica laughed.

Neil blushed and grabbed some of the heavier logs from his mom to set them down around the firepit. Monica dropped her bundle and tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind a delicate ear. She stood back as Neil helpfully set to work, arranging the sticks into a pyramid. Monica went to check on the progress of her family’s tent and Neil glanced up at her as she walked away. He only chanced a quick glance of her swaying figure as her pleasantly plump butt wiggled back and forth in her tight jeans but it had to do. He didn’t want to risk his mom catching him checking out the ass of his best friend’s mom.

Monica humored her husband, pretending to obey his instructions and then quietly fixing up his mistakes when he moved away. Soon the tent was up and Neil got the first flickering flames started as the daylight faded around them. They’d been hiking most of the day and everyone was ready to sit and eat.

Neil’s dad prepared the fish he’d caught that afternoon while the two moms prepared some vegetables to fry and Neil tended the fire. Elias’s dad helpfully stayed out of the way offering lemonade (which everyone took) and advice (which everyone ignored).

“There’s a little vodka in it for a treat,” he winked, handing out the lemonade.

When the fire was hot enough they shoved a few foil-wrapped potatoes into the coals and let them sit before setting up a portable grill above the main part of the fire to cook the fish. By the time the meal was ready it was dark and the sounds of chirping crickets came from all sides. Their food was flavored by hunger and the long hike so they ate ravenously.

“I forgot how nice this was,” Monica said when she finished, sitting back on a log near the fire. “When was the last time we went camping?”

“Let’s see. Elias was, what, three? So that would have been about fifteen years ago.” Elias’s dad replied.

Neil sat across from Monica on the other side of the fire. There he could pretend to be gazing into the fire while secretly admiring Monica. He felt kind of guilty about ogling his friend’s mom but he couldn’t help it. She was hot.

The flames from the campfire sent flickering shadows across her long jean-clad legs and the tight shirt that hugged her ample bust. The shirt was a V-neck with buttons, the top two of which were undone, giving Neil a perfect view of her generous cleavage. As she turned to talk to Elias, Neil allowed himself to enjoy her profile, his eyes tracing her elegant chin and the little ski slope of her nose. Neil could never ever tell his friend that he’d gotten off to thoughts of his mom on many occasions.

“Is that where you learned to make a fire, Neil?” Monica asked, and suddenly she was looking right at him, the sparkle of the flames reflecting in her dark eyes.

“What?” Neil asked, shaking himself back to reality.

“Zoning out after a long day?” Neil’s dad asked.

Monica grinned. “Your mom said you were obsessed with being a scout when you were little.”

“Oh, he didn’t want to actually join the scouts. He just wanted to know everything. He doesn’t like big groups.” Neil’s mom put in.

“Mom!” Neil protested. She was so embarrassing. Even worse, Monica laughed.

“That’s understandable,” Monica said. “I don’t like being the center of attention either.” She shot Neil a smile that made his insides glow.

After they’d cleaned up dinner and sat around for a little while just talking, Monica stood and stretched. “I want to go down to the lake and see it in the moonlight. Who wants to come?”

“I’ll come—ooh!” Elias’s dad said as he started to stand and tried to put weight on his hurting foot. “Maybe not,” he said, gingerly sitting back down.

“Elias?” Monica asked. “It’ll be pretty!”

“Nah,” Elias said, continuing to poke the fire listlessly with a stick.

Neil’s parents didn’t look too enthused.

“I’ll come,” Neil spoke up, a little quicker and louder than he intended.

“Great!” Monica chirped. “Go grab a flashlight.”

Neil hurried to his bag and grabbed a flashlight before meeting Monica on the edge of the clearing. They plunged into the undergrowth and back down the trail, retracing their steps towards the lake at the bottom of the hill. Monica’s jiggling ponytail bounced across her neck in the light of Neil’s dancing flashlight. Neil tried to force his thoughts away from his attraction to her.

This was his best friend’s mom. A woman he’d known since forever. She’d been to his birthday parties. Babysat him. Bandaged his scrapes and cuts. Drove him to prom. Attended his graduation. He knew her so intimately and yet his hormones were raging, insisting that he wanted to know her even more intimately. She was so fun and funny and flirty and beautiful that Neil was smitten. Even though he knew it could never happen, a tiny part of him still fantasized that she would take him down to the lake, turn and confess secret feelings for him, and then they would make love in the leaves. Hopefully when he went to college in the fall some distance would dull his yearning.

“Turn off your flashlight,” Monica said, as they reached the edge of the lake. She flicked her own light off.

They both stared out over the pristine lake in the darkness. The full moon was rising, bathing the world in soft yellow light and giving everything a dreamlike quality. A gentle wind rustled the bushes and the insects continued calling peacefully.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Monica whispered.

“It is,” Neil agreed.

“Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“Uhh…” Neil was tongue-tied.

Fortunately, Monica laughed before he could embarrass himself. “Kidding. Kidding. Would that be, like, the most embarrassing thing ever? Being naked in front of me?”

“Yeah, heh heh,” Neil agreed, forcing a shaky laugh.

They stood in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the night. As Neil looked up at the stars he noticed a light that he at first mistook for another star until it started dancing around.

“What’s that?” He stepped closer to Monica and pointed. She followed his finger.

“Huh,” she pursed her lips. “Airplane?”

They both watched the light do an intricate dance that no airplane could possibly do. Then the one light became two then became three that spread out until they formed a triangle. It was hard to get a sense of how big the object was or how close, so it was a complete surprise when the lights zoomed forward and hovered over them.

“Oh, hell!” Monica exclaimed, putting her hand to her mouth.

They both took a step back to run but a sharp beam of dull green light burst out from the middle of the triangle, freezing them in their tracks. Neil couldn’t move. He felt the ground disappear from beneath his feet and sensed himself rising up through the trees, Monica at his side. Then they were swallowed up by the—there was no other word for it—UFO.

Then he was past the trees and swallowed by the ship. He sensed a soft throbbing, as a deep engine. Things surrounded him. They were little more than balls of light about the size of a baseball but with a rippling yellowish aura trailing them. They grew brighter and duller in quick patterns as they danced around Neil and Monica. It seemed like they were communicating somehow. Neil remained paralyzed but they were gentle with him, laying him on his back on a warm, slightly spongy surface that contoured to his body. The oddity was the silence.

Neil felt his body being prodded gently and his head rocked to one side. Now he could see Monica in a similar position nearby. She, too, was surrounded by these strange balls of light and she stared over at him, her brown eyes wide with fear. There was a soft jolt through Neil’s body and then he lost consciousness.

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