After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) (9 page)

This is so wrong. She’s my mother!

She was his mother, and she felt insanely good against him. Both were facts that he was unable to deny. Jack felt his shame and modesty going to war against pure, unbridled lust, and losing. He was getting into a rhythm in his thrusts against her thighs, the precum dripping from the tip of his cock smearing into the sleeping bag and his mom’s legs.

He let his hand slip completely into one of his mom’s bra cups, and suddenly she stiffened. Jack froze immediately.

Is she awake, or…?

His mom’s thighs tightened against his cock, as though answering his question.

“It’s okay, honey,” she whispered. “Keep going.”

“Mom, Jesus!” Jack started to pull back, but one of her hands gripped his and kept it held to her breast, and the other trapped his cock against her panty clad pussy.

“It’s only natural.” Rebecca was breathing deeply and began squeezing her thighs to match her son’s rhythm. “You’re a teenage boy. I know how hard it can be for you.”

This is ridiculous! I need to get myself under control, before…

Jack’s hips continued plowing forward. His mom’s panties felt damp and red hot. Her fingers were toying with the fabric of them and toying with his cock. He realized, with a bit of a shock, that she was getting off to his thrusting just as much as he was.

“Oh, sweetie,” she moaned. “Oh god, sweetie! Just a little more!”

Jack was pushing against her with force now, letting his cock grind into the thin barrier separating it from his mother’s pussy. It felt about as close to having sex as two people could possibly get without insertion. It was a dry run of something that made Jack feel guilty, disgusting, and completely controlled by his primal impulses.

“Yes!” Rebecca tensed up sharply, arching her back and pulling Jack’s cock up against her clit. She shivered, and then melted against him.

Did I just… give her an orgasm?

His mom turned around in the sleeping bag. At first, he thought that they were finished, and his throbbing cock began to ache with disappointment. But Rebecca kissed him softly on the cheek, and even without any light, he could tell that she was smiling at him.

“That was nice, honey,” she whispered. “Now I’m going to do something special for you. We can’t have you getting the sleeping bag all sticky, can we?”

Jack nodded dumbly and watched her lower herself down into the bottom of the bag. He couldn’t see her, and what happened next caught him totally off guard. Something wet, warm, and utterly heavenly enveloped the head of his hard penis and slowly began slipping down to the base.

“Fuck!” Jack couldn’t stop himself from shouting out. “Mom, that feels…”

It feels like she’s giving me a blowjob. My own mother… it can’t be.

Rebecca sucked with long, loving movements, her lips enveloping her son’s member with the type of special effort that a mother reserves for only her son. Her tongue was also an important part of the equation, massaging and twirling along his shaft like a warm sponge.

“Mom, fuck!” Jack felt pleasure building in his crotch to a level that he hadn’t been aware was possible. “Mom!”

She bobbed her head up and down, making soft scratching noises against the fabric of the sleeping bag with every movement. Jack’s cock was pulsing in time with her rhythm, and he had to dig his fingers into the ground to keep from spasming with pleasure.

I’m going to cum!

He bucked his hips up as he felt himself cross over into orgasmic territory. His mom didn’t stop sucking, keeping a tight seal against his member and refusing to let any seed escape, treating each blast with as much value as her son’s old baby clothes.

“Jesus…” The word barely left Jack’s lips. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything other than breathe deep and feel the pleasure coursing through him. Rebecca kept sucking for almost a minute, kept going even after his orgasm had subsided, and his cock was still.

“We should get to sleep,” she whispered, sliding back up next to him. “There’s a lot of hiking ahead of us tomorrow.”

Jack nodded and closed his eyes.

Jack was alone in the tent when he woke up the next morning. The ground was hard underneath him, and though his body still hurt from all the miles he’d put on it the day before, he forced himself up immediately as his awareness returned.

There’s no time for me to get up leisurely. Molly is counting on us.

He pulled on a fresh change of clothes and pushed his way out the tent’s opening. His mom was already packing things away. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a purple zip-down sweatshirt, clothes that would have looked more appropriate on a teenager.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling at him.

“Morning, mom.”

There was a brief lull in their interaction, both of them still in the process of assimilating the experiences from the night before. Jack coughed into his hand awkwardly and began folding up the sleeping bag inside of the tent.

This is so weird. She’s my mom, but last night…

He couldn’t find the words, even in his head, to appropriately describe how their relationship was changing. Instead of trying, he redoubled his focus on the task at hand. After stuffing the sleeping bag into his backpack, he went back outside and began striking down the tent.

“Are you hungry?” asked Rebecca. “We don’t have anything new to eat, but you should get some food in you.”

Jack’s appetite was nonexistent, but he took the peanut butter protein bar from her when she handed it to him.

“Thanks.” He avoided her gaze and focused instead on stuffing the tent’s canopy into the small bag that it had been in originally.

“Jack…” His mom was standing nearby, watching him. “What happened last night…”

Jack still kept his gaze on his hands and the tent.

It’s too strange for me even to know what to say, how to react.

“Mom, I’m sorry.” Jack wasn’t sure why he was apologizing, but he finally turned his eyes her way. Her clothes fit her perfectly, accentuating every enticing feature of her body. Her face was covered in concern, but she looked determined.

“I’m still your mother, and you’re still my son,” said Rebecca. “Nothing has changed. We’re closer now, and we’ll grow even closer, still. But all that matters is that we love each other.”

We love each other, and apparently now we also make love to each other, as mother and son.

“We should get moving, mom,” said Jack. “It’s okay. I’m just tired, and… worried, about Molly.”

Rebecca nodded. She walked over to where he was slowly and began helping with the packing of the tent.

Fifteen minutes later, after munching down the protein bar and some dry cereal, Jack was walking north alongside his mom. The landscape ahead of them looked a little different from what they’d faced the day before. Small hills created waves out of the scorched earth and ash, giving texture and contour to the horizon.

Mixed throughout the grey, dirty hills were a number of deep cracks, starting out just the width of a hair, and then opening up to be big enough to swallow a person as they extended across the ground. The cracks were all connected, like the branches of a tree, and collectively they extended as far as the eye could see in every direction.

“Stay close,” said Rebecca. “If either one of us gets caught in one of these, it’s-“

Jack tripped before she could finish her sentence, falling forward in a perfect reenactment of exactly what she was warning against. The crack that he landed forward on was several inches too narrow for him to fit down, but the soft, dry earth crumbled against the weight of his body before he could let his breath out.

“Jack!” His mom’s footsteps were closing the gap between them. He didn’t notice. Jack had gone into the crack head over heals, and slid down it almost like a child might slide down a snowy hill on their stomach. He pushed his arms to either side in a desperate attempt to slow his descent, and then tasted ash on his tongue.

I can’t see… I can’t breathe…

He felt itchy all over, as though something in the dust was burning his skin. There were muffled screams in the background, his mother’s, but he was too focused on navigating the dry quagmire to make them out.

I’m going to die, in the ash.

Jack saw his dad’s face in his mind’s eye. It was the first time that day that he’d thought about him, and the fact that he had died was no longer quite so unbelievable.

It’s my turn now.

“Jack!”

Something pulled his chin down, opening his mouth before reaching in and clearing ash out of it. Jack coughed, and then coughed again, and then broke into an uncontrollable fit of it as his airway finally acknowledged the situation that it was in.

“Here, drink this!” Rebecca’s voice was scared, more than it had been at any time during the past few days.

Jack felt liquid in his mouth and against his tongue. He tried to swallow it, but the coughing stopped him midway. It made it just far enough down his throat to help out, easing more of the ash and dust into something that he could push out of him.

“Mom…” The word was raspy as it left Jack’s mouth, and he immediately started coughing again after speaking it.

“Shhh, it’s okay, honey.” Rebecca had pulled his head onto her lap and was slowly rocking him back and forth. “You’re okay now. Here, try to drink a little more.”

I’m not a child. I don’t need her… babying me like this.

The mouth of the water bottle touched his lips again, and this time as Jack took a sip, he could taste the foulness of the ash. He coughed hard and then turned his head to the side and wretched up dirt and bits of protein bar.

“I’ve got you now,” whispered his mom. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Thanks… mom,” replied Jack. She gave him another sip of water, and he repeated the process, clearing out his throat a little more.

“I was so scared. I’ve never been that scared before in my life.” Rebecca gently wiped ash out of his eyes, first with her fingers, and then with a shirt that she’d wet the corner of. “You were next to me one second, and then you were just gone.”

“My timing was…” Jack coughed a couple of times. “My timing was perfect.”

His mom laughed, and ran one of her hands through his hair.

“You’re going to need a good bath when we get back,” she said. “I might have to find a river to dunk you in in the meantime.”

If there are any rivers left…

They lost about an hour of traveling in total. Jack wanted to get back on the road after he’d gotten most of the ash out of his throat, and some of it off his face, but his mom insisted that they wait a while longer. When he’d gotten to the point where he could take a deep breath without coughing, and his eyes had stopped being scratchy and painful, they did set off.

“This messes things up,” said Jack. “If Molly touches down before us, it’s going to be almost impossible to find her.”

“We’ll make it work.” His mom smiled at him, the resolve showing through on her face. “Don’t worry, Jack.”

I’m not worried. I’m realistic.

He was the one that pushed their pace forward, forcing his mom to increase her pace to what was almost a mild jog. Jack’s shirt, jeans, shoes, and essentially all of his body other than his face, was encrusted with ash. He wondered what he must look like to his mother, blending in with the new landscape.

The morning dragged on, turning into afternoon with little fanfare. Jack had no appetite, and though part of him wanted to make sure his mom got a chance to eat lunch if she wanted to, it was pushed aside by his concern for Molly.

The sun was overhead, slowly beginning it's descent, when the clouds appeared in the sky. The came from the east, much faster than Jack had ever seen weather shift before the chaos had begun.

“That doesn’t look good,” said his mom. “I’m not sure how well we’ll be able to endure rain if the weather turns to that.”

On either side of them were huge, scorched spires, once healthy, snow-topped mountains, turned into massive scorched rock teeth by the destruction. Jack saw the tip of one of them disappear as the clouds moved in.

“We can handle rain just fine,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind some at this point. It would certainly help clean me off.”

“It could be acid rain,” replied his mom. “If that’s the case, we don’t want to be caught in the middle of it.”

Jack nodded, and the two of them began to jog forward a little faster. The weight of their packs was a little restrictive, but they managed to make it a decent distance before thunder cracked nearby, and rain drops slowly began to drip down.

“Hurry, Jack!” His mom pointed to the mountain ahead of them. A dark, cave opening, large enough for a person to fit through, sat at the base of it.

Rain began to fall in thick sheets. It had the effect of turning the ash into mud, and though Jack was grateful for the dirt it took off his skin, his mother’s warning kept him wary.

“Come on,” he said. “It’s not much further!”

The sky had grown dark, and enough rain filled the air to make it a little hard to see. Lightning struck the top of the mountain they were heading towards, lighting up the sky and shaking them with the sound of thunder.

Jack let his mom slip through the opening first and then ducked in behind her. The rain had essentially drenched him, and though he was now relatively sure that it wasn’t toxic, it was still beyond what they could safely travel through. He wiped mud out of his hair and off his arms, happy for every clean square inch of skin he’d gained.

“Jesus,” whispered his mom. Jack turned towards her and saw a blank, vulnerable expression on her face. She was shaking her head back and forth, and when Jack followed her gaze, he saw exactly why.

There were other people, bodies, in the cave with them. The two hadn’t seen any up until that point, the strength of the destruction having been enough to destroy any trace. The forms were unmistakably human, though heavily charred, and lacking any clothing or skin to speak of.

To make it even worse, there were three of them, the larger ones on either side hugging and protecting a burnt smaller one in the middle.

It’s a father, a mother, and a child. The cave must have sheltered them… but it wasn’t enough.

Jack’s heart sank, but what he felt didn’t even compare to what he saw on his mother’s face. She was strong, and continued to be strong even in the face of the horrible scene, but Jack knew how sensitive she was to this type of thing.

This is mom’s worst nightmare. And… we’ve already lost dad.

He walked over and pulled his mother into a tight hug. She set her hand on his head, as though she was trying to pull him in, and protect him.

“It’s okay mom,” he whispered. “We’re still alive, and we aren’t giving up.”

“I know, honey.”

Jack glanced back towards the cave’s entrance. The clouds were still in the sky, but the rain had let up a little.

“Come on,” he said. “We can’t stay here.”

“Okay…” Rebecca’s voice was a whisper, and she repeated herself with more force. “Okay. Let’s go.”