After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) (5 page)

Jack was speechless. Molly was staring at him through the screen, and his mom, too, was waiting for a reply. He looked over at her, noticing her large breasts, silky hair, and trim waist as though for the very first time.

She’s still my mom. How is this even being suggested?

“I’ll talk to him about it tonight, Molly,” said Rebecca. She turned to Jack and squeezed his thigh again. It felt vaguely sexual to him, and he wasn’t sure if it was intentional or just due to the circumstances.

“Thanks, Rebecca,” said Molly. “And Jack?”

He looked up at her, still too stunned to be able to think straight.

“If this really makes you that uncomfortable, just put it out of your head for now.” She smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to drop a bomb on you, but it’s hard for me to be so subtle when it comes to something so important. Hell, if it was me in that bomb shelter with you, we probably already would have gotten started by now!”

Jack didn’t laugh. Molly scratched her head awkwardly and then leaned in a little closer to the webcam.

“Anyway, I have to get back to scanning the channels for a bit,” she said. “Just relax, keep an open mind, and be grateful for the fact that the two of you are still alive! Talk to you guys soon!”

“Bye…” Jack whispered and then watched as the communication ended. Instantly, the screen jumped back to the zombie TV show that had been on before Molly’s call.

“Jack… sweetie.” Rebecca turned to him, forcing a smile onto her face and rubbing his leg. “I know that was a lot to take in. We don’t even have to talk about it. We can wait until you feel ready.”

“You say that as though I’m the only one with objections,” he replied. “You’re… fine with this? Fine with the two of us…?”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. She was his mother, the woman who had raised him, cared for him all his life. Rebecca blushed and bit her bottom lip.

“I’m not sure I’d say that I’m fine with it, but if it’s the only option…” She walked over to his chair and leaned over it, dangling her large breasts in his face. “It’s not exactly like there are any other options. Even artificial insemination would require equipment that we don’t have.”

“That’s… I mean, even if that’s true, you’re still my mother!” Jack felt his determination returning in a wave. “I love you, and for me to do something like, like that…”

Rebecca looked at him, her eyes full of love, and caressed his cheek. She brought her face in close to his, close enough that he could feel the heat in her breath and the vibration in her voice.

“I love you too, honey,” she whispered.

Jack spent the next few hours pushing through each second, trying to casually keep his distance from his mom. He felt uncomfortable, confused by every bit of what Molly had told them.

This is too weird. I can deal with being trapped down here, and with the end of the world, but this…

Unfortunately, the emergency shelter was far too small for him to be able to avoid her for long. He spent a while going through the last of the supplies and found a box of books stored away underneath the more practical equipment. He picked one of them out to read for himself, and looked up to see his mom sitting on the bed, humming and working two knitting needles around a ball of yarn.

How is she so unaffected by all of this?

Even with a book to read, it was still incredibly hard for Jack to escape from the situation. The shelter only really had one room, with both the kitchen and the bathroom too small for him to get comfortable in. He staked out a corner of the main room to sit down, but even the empty silence felt intimate, almost illicit.

He was watching her out of the corner of his eye. As much as he wanted to put what Molly had suggested completely out of his mind, he couldn’t, and it manifested in the way he consciously  interpreted her figure.

Every little movement Rebecca made drew more of Jack’s attention to her body, her soft curves, beautiful long hair, and long slender fingers. She was smiling slightly as she went about her knitting, a real smile, beautiful and rare under the circumstances.

“Mom…” Jack said, finally breaking the silence late into the day. “You aren’t going to… say anything, about it?”

Rebecca turned and looked up at him. She was still his mother, and her eyes accepted him as her son, without judgment.

“We don’t have to say anything about it.” She cleared her throat, as though trying to clear out the tension from the room along with it. “I know it’s a hard thing to talk about, or to even think about. Let’s just wait for now, and let things play out naturally.”

Let things play out naturally? What the hell does that mean?

Before he could ask, his mother had stood up and begun walking towards the kitchen.

“I’m going to get started on dinner,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind canned soup because it’s just about all we have that I can serve warm.”

Jack found another TV show for them to watch on the monitor, this time a comedy. Rebecca brought out the food once it was ready and wordlessly passed him a bowl. Jack glanced down at it and then back up at her, frustrated by how tense things had become.

“Mom, I don’t want to be like this,” he said. “Why don’t we just pretend that Molly never said anything, and go back to normal? We don’t have to…”

Don’t have to what? Act like we’re in the middle of an awkward hookup?

“That’s one way for us to deal with the tension.” His mom smiled at him, as though she had a secret that she couldn’t tell him. “I’m not sure if that’s something we really can do, though, honey.”

Jack felt his cock stirring in his pants like an unwelcome party guest.

“So what do you suggest, then?” He felt stupid even just asking the question, as though he was dancing around the obvious.

“Let’s just eat a nice dinner, and enjoy each other’s company,” said Rebecca. “And then we’ll head to bed and… enjoy each other’s company there, as well.”

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

The silence returned. Jack ate his food as quickly as possible to avoid having to endure it for very long. After bringing his bowl into the kitchen area and doing his best to get it clean without using much of the water, he headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The face staring back him in the mirror was still his, but it looked somehow different from how it had that morning.

“Jack, sweetie, are you okay?” called his mom.

“Yeah mom, I’m fine.”

He splashed some water on his face, willing his cock to relax with all of his mental might. It had the opposite effect. Thoughts began pushing their way into his head that threatened to lead in dark, forbidden directions.

It’s just the two of us here. It might always just be the two of us from now on, and she’s gorgeous. Maybe…

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t have to take what I said so seriously. I love you, Jack.”

“I know, mom.”

He hurried to brush his teeth and then headed back out into the main room. His mother was holding a change of clothes in her hands and stepped into the bathroom in his place.

Jack walked over to the bed with slow, suspenseful steps. He slipped out of his t-shirt and pants and climbed under the sheets in only his boxers, feeling his hard cock straining against them.

Nothing has even happened, and I’m already this turned on. What the hell is wrong with me?

A couple of minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Jack was in awe at what he saw behind it.

His mom had changed out of her day clothes and into a long, baggy pink t-shirt. It was almost big enough that she wore as though it were a short fitting dress. Jack could see little flashes of her panties with every step she took as she walked over to the light switch and flicked it off.

“There we go.” Her soft footsteps closed in on the bed. “Jack, just relax. We love each other and that’s all that really matters.”

“Mom, this is…” Jack felt torn between his objections and what his body was telling him that it wanted, needed, even. “This feels wrong. What about… dad?”

It hurt to bring up his father, especially at that moment above all, but he had to do it. His mother sat down on the side of the bed and brought one of her hands down on his stomach.

“I love your father, Jack,” she said. “But you know as well as anyone what our relationship was like. He just wasn’t that type of man. I loved him, but as a friend, rather than as a partner, at least in that way.”

She slipped closer to him on the bed.

“But even putting that aside, sweetie, that’s not what this is about,” she whispered. “This isn’t about repopulating the world, either.”

“Then… what is it about?” whispered Jack. “Mom?”

She slid under the sheets, her heat joining Jack’s in the bed. One of her hands cupped his cheek, and the other slid down to the waistband of his boxers.

“I love you, sweetie.” Her words were infused with love, and nothing but. “I have so much love for you and I want to make you happy, even if it means exploring new places, and new feelings.”

Her fingers traced a path over the fabric of Jack’s boxers, and he couldn’t stifle a moan.

“Mom…” His words were hot, and full of treble. “That’s my…”

“I know.” Rebecca softly gripped his hard on through his boxers with her thumb and forefinger. Jack felt it throbbing under her touch, bustling with sensation like a tea kettle nearing a boil.

She’s really doing it.

His mom leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her breasts pushed up against Jack’s shoulder through her shirt, and he could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. In all of his sexually inexperienced life, Jack had never even come close to feeling anything that could compare.

“There’s no rush,” said his mother. “We can slowly get closer to each other, Jack. Take our time, and enjoy each other’s company.”

She took one of Jack’s hands and slowly brought it to her breast. It felt soft under his fingers, and bigger than he had thought it would. Jack was groping it without her guidance after only a second.

Rebecca ran all of her fingers under Jack’s waistband and then slowly began to pull his boxers down. She had to stretch it all the way to let her son’s cock spring out, and it vibrated back and forth, like a guitar string that she had just plucked.

“Let me know if this is still too weird for you,” she whispered. “I mean, I am your mother.”

Why did she have to say that? This is so wrong!

As her hand closed around Jack’s cock, precum dribbled out of the tip. Rebecca ran her thumb over it, smearing it around the skin of his dick as though she was trying to polish it. The sensation was phenomenal, and Jack’s hips jerked up involuntarily.

“There we go, doesn’t that feel good?” His mother was speaking in the same voice that she had used to comfort him as a kid, the same one that was soft and silky and reserved for things like back massages, and getting his hair washed in the bath, and having her put a band aid on a scraped knee.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this. It’s sick and embarrassing.

Rebecca slowly began to move her hand up and down his shaft, only making light, gentle contact at first. She adjusted her breathing to be in time with each stroke, as though she was turning the hand job into something almost spiritual, a form of meditation.

“Mom…” whispered Jack. “This… this is…”

What am I saying? I’ve never been more ashamed of anything in my entire life. I can’t let it feel good.

“I know.” She pushed her body in closer to him and began to push forward each time she’d pump her hand down his cock. “It’s only natural. And we love each other.”

She’s my mom. I love her, but this goes above and beyond that.

“Just relax,” said Rebecca. “You’re allowed to enjoy this, Jack. I give you permission.”

She tightened her hand around his cock a little, and Jack suddenly found it hard to stay quiet. Little moans began to escape his throat, as though drawn out by the intense pleasure his mother was forcing onto him. She was playing his cock like an instrument, lavishing him with music that typically went unheard, an off limits sonata of forbidden love.

“It feels good.” The words came out of Jack’s mouth against his will. “Oh god, mom!”

“Shhhhhh,” she whispered. “It’s okay, sweetie.”

Her free hand caressed his cheek and then ran through his hair. She was pushing against him faster now, too, as if trying to dirty dance with the side of his waist. Jack turned his face towards her and buried it against her breasts as she intensified her pace, jerking him off with gentle determination.

“Oh, wow…” Jack couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Mom!”

This can’t be happening…

He didn’t want to believe how good it felt, didn’t want to believe that such insane pleasure could come from something so taboo and disgusting. She was his mother, and after all the years of raising him and supporting him in life, she had crossed the ultimate line.

“You don’t have to hold back now,” she said. “Whenever you’re ready, just go right ahead.”

Jack was bucking his hips into the air furiously. It was too dark to see his mom’s face, but somehow, he knew that it was a mirror of illicit lust, just the same as his.

We’ve been trapped down here, bored, this entire time, with this right under the surface.

He wanted to hold out for as long as he could. He wanted to strip his mom’s clothes off, to kiss her deeply, to press his body against hers and feel all of her. But her hand continued to pump up and down, giving him the hand job of a lifetime, and Jack had reached his limit.

“Mom!” He pushed his hips up one last time and began to blow his load. Rebecca had already pulled the sheets back, and she dutifully moved in closer to his cock as cum began to spray out, collecting it in her shirt. Pleasure coursed through Jack’s body as though he’d taken the ultimate drug, and he stared at his mother’s silhouette against the darkness.

She’s still taking care of me. It’s almost like I have a runny nose, and she’s using her stained shirt to wipe it up with.

“Just relax, Jack,” whispered his mom. “Don’t worry. This is a good thing. This is how it has to be from now on.”

“Mom…” Jack could barely find the words for what he was feeling. All the guilt and shame that his lust had been pushing to the side during the act was hitting him like a ton of bricks. Rebecca continued milking the cum out of his cock, getting every last drop of it as Jack’s afterglow melted him into the bed.

“I’m going to change my shirt,” said his mom. “We should head to bed now. Tomorrow is another day.”

“Okay…” whispered Jack.

She’s right, tomorrow is another day. And I’ll have to wake up and deal with what just happened.