After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) (3 page)

Rebecca brought the food into the main room once she was finished making it, carrying both of their plates along with two bottles of water on what almost looked like a school lunch tray. Jack took his portion and was surprised by how hungry he suddenly felt.

I would have figured that the stress would have eliminated my appetite.

He could tell that the soup didn’t have quite as much charm as his mom’s homemade creations at a glance. Even so, something about it was more heartfelt than any meal that she’d prepared for him in recent memory. Jack brought a spoonful of it up to his mouth and watched his mom watch him.

“It’s good,” he said. “Really good, especially for something out of a can.”

Rebecca smiled at him.

She has always cared so much about cooking, about making every meal special. This must be hell for her.

“Anyway, come on mom, have a seat.” Jack patted his hand down next to him on the other office chair. “I paused the movie for you.”

His mother carried her plate with her as she walked over and settled into her spot. Jack’s eyes were involuntarily drawn to her, the way her hair and breasts bounced with every step, and the positive aura that almost seemed to emanate from her body.

“Thanks, Jack,” she said. “See, this isn’t so bad? We’d be doing the same thing, even if…”

Even if the world hadn’t ended…

“Mom…” Jack ate his food in a rush, unable to block the claustrophobia of the situation out of his thoughts. “This isn’t the same.”

Rebecca shook her head.

“It’s not the same, but it is what it is.” She opened her bottle of water and took a sip of it.

“It’s… the end, mom,” said Jack. “It’s the end of the world.”

“Don’t say that!” Rebecca reached out to take Jack’s hand, and he gave it to her.

I know how it must sound, but I can’t just delude myself.

“There isn’t going to be anything left for us even if we do make it back above ground.” Jack felt all of the emotions he’d been suppressing bubbling to the surface. “The rest of our family, my friends… even dad.”

Rebecca took a deep breath. She glanced away from Jack for the briefest moment and then turned back to him with a determined look on her face.

“We don’t know anything yet…” Rebecca moved her chair closer to, setting her food plate aside on the floor. “And at the very least, you still have me, honey. And I still have you.”

She took Jack’s hand into her own and looked at him with big, loving, motherly eyes. Jack’s entire body deepened in sensitivity, feeling her touch ten times over.

She’s right. I still have her. She’s right here, so close, and so loving.

“We should…. Probably head to bed.” Jack had moved in closer to his mother without realizing it, pushing his knees against her’s and reducing the distance between their lips to mere inches.

“That’s a good idea,” said Rebecca.

She looked over at the bed across the room, the tiny, working couples’ bed, and then smiled at him.

She can’t possibly mean what I think she means?

“I was planning on sleeping on the floor.” Jack looked up at the ceiling sheepishly. “It’s probably-“

“That’s ridiculous,” said Rebecca. “The two of us can share. There’s enough room.”

She set her hand down on Jack’s thigh, and he felt an inordinate amount of blood rush down to his cock.

“Mom, jeez, I’m…” He did everything he could to avoid looking into her eyes. “I mean, I think it would be for the best if I slept on the floor. So the two of us can have our own space.”

Rebecca turned his head so that his eyes were facing her directly and slid her other hand further up on his thigh.

“We’re stuck in here for now, honey.” She blinked, and rubbed the back of Jack’s neck slightly. “We have to share our space.”

Jack didn’t argue with her any further, and over the course of the next twenty minutes, they both prepared for bed, taking turns in the bathroom. After taking a close look at the water tanks and pipes leading out of them, Jack was able to figure out another incredibly sophisticated aspect of the emergency shelter’s design.

There are water recyclers built into this place. Even at a tenth efficiency, hell, even at a twentieth, we’d be okay with the water stores we have now for a very long time.

He was impressed, but at the same time, slightly unnerved. His father had spent a lot of time on the build, and a lot of money, money that Jack and his mother had never seen and never known about.

Maybe he was paranoid. Maybe he was obsessive. But we’re only here right now because of him.

Jack finished brushing his teeth, making sure to use as little water as possible, and then headed back out into the main room.

“Ready for bed?” Rebecca had already climbed under her covers. She sat up slightly, and the bare flesh of her shoulder revealed to Jack that she’d taken off everything other than her bra and panties.

“Yeah,” said Jack. “I’m ready.”

His entire body throbbed with shameful excitement as he made his way over. After everything that had happened, all that they’d been through, he wanted to be close to her. Jack wanted to be in bed with his mother, hugging her, holding her, and feeling as though it was all going to be okay.

“Don’t be shy, honey,” she whispered. “Take off your clothes and climb on in. Except for your boxers, of course.”

Of course.

Jack turned away from her and quickly began stripping his clothes off. His mom had rearranged some of the supplies in the plastic totes and repurposed one of them as a laundry hamper. He tossed his shirt and shorts across the room, both of them landing nearby, but a little off target.

“Can you look for the light switch and turn it off?” asked Rebecca. “We need to do everything we can to make sure we save the limited energy we have down here.”

Her voice was melodic in Jack’s ears. He nodded and walked over to the door that led to the stairs and hallway, feeling his cock guiltily beginning to stiffen with illicit horniness.

This is stupid. She’s my mother, and I’m her son. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing can happen!

The switch was just a tiny panel next to the hatch that they’d overlooked on their way in. Jack flicked it off and was introduced to darkness far beyond anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. There was nothing to give off even the slightest amount of light, no stars, no moon, no street lamps.

“Over here, honey,” whispered his mom. “Just follow the sound of my voice.”

“Thanks.” Jack walked quickly across the main room and towards her, a little too much so. He was still in midstep as he reached the bed and tripped forward onto it, landing on his mother with all the grace of a fish out of water.

“Whoops!” The way Jack had fallen left him in a very compromised position. His mom was directly underneath him, warm and soft and mostly naked. An erotic shiver went down his spine as he reflexively pushed his crotch forward, grinding his dick against what was either her thigh or her butt through his boxers.

“Easy, sweetie,” whispered Rebecca. “There should be enough room, just slide over.”

Jack set his hand down on something soft and warm instead of the bed. It took him a split second longer than it should have to realize that it was one of his mom’s breasts, and react accordingly.

What am I doing?

He rolled to the side, tangling the sheets as he did. Rebecca reached over to remake the bed and then brought her hand down on his thigh. Jack’s cock was rock hard, and it pulled his full attention to the strange, tense nature of the situation.

“Honey…” whispered his mom. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, of course, mom!” Jack turned so that he was facing her in the dark. His hard on brushed against her stomach, neither of them able to get more than a few inches of space on the small surface of the bed.

“I know how different this is,” she said. “And I know how hard it is for you. But we’ll find a way to adapt to it, it will just take some time.”

She reached her arms out and pulled Jack into a soft hug. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, and he could feel her warm naked body against his, the silkiness of her bra and panties making him almost insane with desire.

She’s my mother! What kind of pervert am I?

“I… mom…” Jack was at a loss for words. Rebecca leaned her face in close to his, her hot breath tickling the skin on his neck as she planted a kiss on his cheek. Jack’s hips were moving of their own accord, slowly grinding forward against her.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she whispered. “I love you.”

This is wrong!

It took every drop of effort in his body, but Jack managed to pull himself away from his mother. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and stumbled across the room, fumbling blindly against the wall and through the door of the bathroom.

“Honey, are you okay?” Rebecca’s footsteps could be heard following after him. Jack closed the door to the bathroom and slid down to the floor against it.

“Yeah mom, I just have to get some water.” Jack’s hand moved as though it were possessed by a demon, pulling his hard cock out of his boxers and running his fingers over it. “You can… go back to bed.”

“No, that’s okay,” said his mom, through the door. “I’ll wait for you.”

I can’t even get her out of my thoughts to masturbate, not when she is always so close by.

“I, I’ll be out in… just a second!” Jack’s hand began to stroke up and down the length of his erection. He saw his mother in his mind’s eye, still only in bra and panties, slowly pushing herself in closer to him.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” asked Rebecca, in her sweetest, most motherly voice.

“No… mom.” Jack tried to picture anything, anyone else. He thought of girls from his school, of porn stars and internet cam girls. In every instance, regardless of how different the woman looked, when he turned up to see her face, it was her.

Mom…

“We’ll make it through this, Jack,” she said, just loud enough to make it through the door. “I’ll help you through it. I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever needs to be done.”

“Mom,” he replied, his voice breathy and sex tinted. “You, you shouldn’t do anything.”

Jack’s hand was moving faster, and faster. He wanted her to be there with him in the bathroom, and paradoxically, he wanted her to be further away.

“I will do it, sweetie.” Her voice was full of love and parental determination. “I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever you need. So don’t worry, just relax, and let me take care of you.”

Jack stifled a groan as he felt himself pass over the line. His cock began to erupt like a geyser, and it was all he could do to catch each blast of seed in his free hand as the pleasure took hold of his body.

Mom… I need you.

“Honey? Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jack was lying on the bathroom floor, still at the mercy of the afterglow of the orgasm. With it came something else, something that he didn’t want to feel, something truly hard for him to internalize.

He had just masturbated to thoughts of his own mother and enjoyed every second of it. Guilt and shame flooded into his mind, replacing what had been arousal and lust only seconds before.

“I… I just need to uh…” Jack bit his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he flicked on the bathroom’s light and walked over to the sink. “I just need wash my face, and then I’ll come to bed.”

“Alright, Jack,” said his mom. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

There was a mirror on the wall above the water faucets, and Jack stared into the eyes of his reflection as he scrubbed his hands clean.

Everything has changed, both in the world and inside of me.

The rest of the night went by relatively uneventfully. Jack spent another couple of minutes in the bathroom collecting himself before heading back out into the main room. His mother’s breathing was even and regular, and when he climbed into bed next to her, sleep came easily enough.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep for when he awoke. Rebecca was climbing out of bed, and it took Jack a minute to catch up with everything that had happened.

The asteroid strike… The world is still over, isn’t it?

He blinked his eyes open and glanced over to the other side of the main room, where his mom was wiggling into a pair of tight jeans she had pulled out of storage. Jack chastised himself internally, feeling even guiltier as he realized that his morning erection was actually enjoying the show.

“Good morning, honey,” she said as she pulled a long sleeve purple blouse over her bra clad breasts. “Did you manage to sleep well last night, after…?”

After my little sexual meltdown? Does she have any idea what I ended up doing in the bathroom?

Jack nodded and tried to bring his thoughts back into safe territory.

“Yeah, I did.” He smiled at her. “The bed is a little too small, but at least the mattress is comfortable.”

His mom laughed. Her hair was a little messy, still tangled from the night’s sleep.

“I’m glad you think so,” she said. “Especially because I get the feeling that we might be down here for a while.”

She hummed a familiar tune as she made her way over to the bathroom to wash up. Jack stared at her, feeling a strange mixture of appreciation and surprise at her confident, frank way of stating the facts.

If it weren't for her company, her energy, and presence, I probably would have given up by now.

He forced himself out of bed, double checking to make sure that the door to the bathroom was completely shut behind his mom as he did. His cock had tented his boxers, and there wasn’t really anything he could do about it.

There’s only one bathroom, one bedroom and living room, and the kitchen. Privacy is a thing of the past.

Jack walked over to the storage totes and began digging through the one with the spare clothes. He was a little surprised, again, at how far his father had gone to prepare. All of the clothing looked as though it had been bought new, and all of the men's clothing was close enough to his size. He picked out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and pulled them on.

He walked a slow lap around the emergency shelter, again looking over the food stores and water tanks. It was hard for him to guess at exactly how long the two of them could survive off what they had, but at the least, they were in no danger of starving or running out of water immediately.

Rebecca came out of the bathroom looking completely refreshed. She had washed her face, and it was hard for Jack to tell, but it looked as though she’d put on a light layer of make-up.

Why would she need that? It’s just me down here, her son.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on our water usage, and how fast it’s draining the tanks.” She walked over and stood in front of Jack, crossing her arms and smiling. “I think that we could potentially take one shower every three days, and still save enough to get by.”

“One shower each, or one shower… for the both of us?” Jack had meant the question as a joke, but the way his mom smiled back at him sent a hot chill down his back.

“You wouldn’t mind sharing that tiny stall with your dear old mom?” She stared into his eyes and held the tension for as long as she could before giggling. “Relax, I’m joking. At least I hope I am.”

Jack sighed and shook his head.

“Wait a second though,” he said. “How can that be? We’ll go through the water stores too fast if we take showers, won’t we?”

Rebecca smiled and shook her head.

“I heard enough about your father’s construction projects to guess how he set this one up. It’s powered by solar panels and probably uses rain collection to supply its filtration system and give us additional drinking water.”

“Mom, after the earthquakes, and everything else that’s happened, we can’t really count on that stuff to still be working, can we?”

Rebecca held up one of her hands, as though shushing a young boy’s interruption.

“There are more solar panels in one of the totes, I already checked.” She gestured to the boxes stacked along the walls. “And I’m sure that we can clean the water collectors up without having to be outside for too long.”

Outside… I didn’t even think to check and see what it was like today.

Jack glanced at his mom and saw that she was thinking the same thing.

“We should…” he started. “At some point, we should try opening the door again.”

Rebecca nodded slightly, almost grimly.

She’s afraid of what we’ll find, afraid of having any hope of going back to normal pulled away. She’s afraid for me, for my future.

“I’m going to get started on breakfast.” His mom’s voice had a forced cheeriness to it that both put Jack at ease and made his heart ache. “I saw some granola bars that looked pretty good.”

“Alright,” he replied.

Jack felt as though he had too much energy and not enough to do with it. He paced around the main room aimlessly, a mild claustrophobia working its way into his thoughts. The TV was the only thing of note, and he turned it on after a minute and began tapping through different options and menus.

The list of movies and TV shows downloaded to the screen was more substantial than Jack had initially thought. Still, if it were all they had to do, they would run out of new media in a relatively short amount of time. He thought about what people did in situations like this, stuck inside, fighting boredom with nothing to do.

I guess there is one thing that a man and a woman could resort to. Why would I even think that, god?

He bit his bottom lip and sat down on the floor. Rebecca was taking her time in the kitchen, slowly digging through one of the food containers and looking for something in particular. Jack walked over to the door that led up to the stairs and began meandering up them.

I shouldn’t open the door until mom can be there to take a look with me, but… maybe just a crack.

The main hatch looked exactly as it had the night before. Jack reached for it slowly, letting his hands grip the door handle and feel the cold metal before beginning to turn.

Almost as though on cue, like a static shock jumping through his hand, a loud beeping noise came from the TV in the main room. Jack turned around and headed back down the stairs quickly. His mom was still busying herself in the kitchen, but that wasn’t what caught his attention.

Flashing across the screen in bright red, urgent letters, were the words “EMERGENCY CONNECTION REQUESTED”. Jack practically ran across the short distance between him and the TV, tapping several spots on the touch screen before hitting a big bubble that said “ACCEPT”.

A woman appeared in the image, her long blonde hair flowing freely as though there was a strange breeze in the air. She was at an angle, too, and moved within the frame erratically, slowly shifting from left to right, up and down. Jack blinked a couple of times, unsure of whether or not the connection was real, or if he’d accidentally clicked on a movie instead.

“Uh, hello?” he said, weakly. The woman clapped her hands together and began to laugh as though she’d won the lottery.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!” She jumped up, or rather, pushed up, floating through the air and then pulling herself back into frame. “Can you hear me? Can you hear what I’m saying? Don’t disconnect, okay? Please, stay on the line!”

“What’s going… on?” Rebecca had heard the commotion and walked out into the main room to find the source. She froze when she saw the screen and dropped a butter knife on the carpet.

“Mom,” said Jack. “I… I think I made contact, with…”

“With Molly!” The woman was grinning and giggling. “You made contact with Dr. Molly Campos!”

“Molly…” repeated Jack. “Jesus Christ… You’re alive. There are still people left alive!”

Jack glanced at his mom and saw that her reaction was mirroring his own. She rushed over to him and pulled him into a tight, bosomy hug, and then held his hands tightly and began swinging his arms up and down.

“It’s going to be okay!” yelled Rebecca. “I told you, John! Everything is going to be okay!”

They laughed and hugged each other again. It took a second for Jack to pull his attention back to the screen. Molly was smiling, but behind it was something else, something that Jack wasn’t sure that he liked.

“Where are the two of you?” asked Molly. “I have my communications satellite trained on the northeastern United States.”

“We’re in New Hampshire,” said Jack. “In an emergency shelter, underground.”

“That… makes sense,” replied Molly. “But still… I’m not sure the two of you realize just how lucky you are.”

Rebecca stepped forward and shook her head. She looked unsure of where exactly to look in order to meet Molly’s eyes, with the web camera hidden inside the TV’s frame.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “Where are you?”

Molly didn’t say anything. She moved in a little closer to her own camera, and again, Jack was a little unnerved by something in the motion.

“What are your names?”

“I’m Rebecca, and this is my son Jack.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Jack, with a laugh. “Molly, it is beyond nice to see you. We haven’t heard from anyone on the outside, or heard anything about what the situation is.”

Molly smiled again, the same sad one she’d managed before.

“Jack, Rebecca… I think the two of you should sit down for this.” She sighed, and then floated backward a little further. “I would too, but as you can see, there is no gravity way up here.”

“Are you… on the space station?” asked Jack. “Like, NASA, or something?”

Molly nodded, and then curled up into a tiny ball and executed a perfect, slow-motion back flip.

“That’s correct,” she said. “I arrived up her a couple of days ago. The astronaut I was relieving left early on the morning of the asteroid impact. It’s quite a shame, actually.”

Jack glanced over at his mom. She was chewing her lower lip, staring intensely at the screen and waiting for Molly to continue.

“There’s no easy way for to say this…” Molly furrowed her brow, and then slid both of her hands down across her chin. She had an attractive face, long and slender, along with skinny arms and modest breasts.

“Just tell us,” said Rebecca. “We can handle it.”

Molly nodded and then took a deep breath.

“The two of you are the only survivors I’ve made contact with, so far,” she said. “Now, that doesn’t mean that-“

“Wait, you mean the only two survivors in New Hampshire, or the northeast?” Jack struggled with what she was saying, his mind unwilling to make the connection.

“No,” she said softly. “That’s not what I mean. Here, this might be easier for you to understand.”

Molly floated in closer to her webcam. Her hands disappeared for a moment and tapped away at what must have been a keyboard offscreen. Suddenly, the image switched, and Jack and his mom were looking out from the perspective of a new camera, directly at the planet Earth from the space station’s orbit.

Oh my god…