After the Fall: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  I only have a couple of seconds…

  He reached his next bit of cover just as Dimitri was taking aim again. Another shot went off, harmlessly striking against the rock, and Jack was moving again.

  “You coward!” Dimitri sounded legitimately angry, and that had also been something that Jack had worked into his plan.

  I just hope I can get within range before he turns his attention back to mom…

  There was nowhere for him to hide on the final stretch down. Instead of trying to follow the rest of the boulders, he hurled himself the last ten feet to the ground, hearing another gunshot go off as he fell to the ground. Jack’s feet hit, and he fell into a combat roll. He let the spear fly from his hand as he came out of it, leveraging the extra bit of momentum.

  For an instant, it looked like it was going to miss. But then, it was spiraling perfectly, as though fired from a rifled barrel of its own, and Dimitri didn’t move fast enough. The point of it stabbed into his shoulder, creating an injury on the man’s body that mirrored Jack’s own.

  “Fuck!” The spear wasn’t in that deep, but Dimitri had to let go of the rifle in order to pull it out. Jack rushed forward, whipping out his knife and leaping onto his foe without hesitation.

  Dimitri growled with rage as they tumbled to the ground. He was bigger than Jack, and their injuries were similar enough to cancel out any advantage that the spear might have given him. That wasn’t what he cared about, however.

  In his rush to get the gun out of Dimitri’s hands, Jack accidentally threw the knife aside with it. Both landed only a couple of feet away from Rebecca, but with her hands and feet bound, she looked to be in no position do anything with them.

  “I’ll give you your fair fight, you little fucker!” Dimitri let out a high pitched scream and wrapped his hands around Jack’s neck. He swung his fists up at the larger man in a wild fury, feeling his knuckles connect with hard skull and sending recoil through his arm.

  I have to get him off me. It’s over if I don’t…

  Jack fumbled his hand around on the ground, scooping dirt into his fingers. He threw it into Dimitri’s eyes and heard the man let out a scream of rage. Still, the hands remained around his neck, and he felt himself growing light-headed.

  “Die!” Dimitri growled, and Jack felt spittle hit his face. He reached his hands up and began choking him back, but it was a desperate move, at best.

  I can’t win. He’s got me.

  Dimitri’s eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a gasp. Even in the darkness, Jack could see what had happened. Somebody was standing behind him, somebody who had joined the fray at the deciding moment.

  “Who…?” Jack glanced over and saw that his mom was still struggling against her bindings on the ground. The figure stepped back, disappearing into the trees before he could make out their face.

  It was her. She came back, but why?

  “Jack!” Rebecca shouted to him from over in the grass. He struggled to push Dimitri’s body off himself, doing his best to ignore the blood pouring out of the wound in the man’s back and shoulder, and then hurried over.

  “Mom!” He found his survival knife on the ground and quickly cut her bindings. “Are you okay?”

  His mother looked at him and blinked her eyes. Jack saw a mixture of sad, chaotic emotions flash across her face.

  “Let’s just get back to the camp,” she said softly. “Thank you, sweetie…”

  He pulled her into a tight hug. She felt soft against him, and vulnerable. Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

  It’s over. We can rest now.

  CHAPTER 29

  It was late in the night by the time Jack and his mom set off back to camp. Neither of them spoke much on the way. All of the questions Jack wanted to ask felt dirty and inappropriate, like they’d stir up bad memories and cause more harm than good.

  Did he touch you? Did he do more than that?

  “Mom…” Jack’s curiosity and concern grew too painful to hold in. “You can talk to me about anything that happened. I already heard about some of it from Molly.”

  His mom rubbed her hand through his hair and smiled grimly at him.

  “You don’t have to worry,” she whispered. “I said I’m okay, and I meant it.”

  “Did he…?” Jack bit his tongue and then forced the question out. “Did he touch you? Because if he did-“

  “No,” said Rebecca, quickly. “He didn’t take things that far. It wasn’t like that.”

  Jack could sense that despite her words, she still wasn’t okay. The two of them reached the bend in the river before their campsite, and he slowed to a walk.

  “What was it then, mom?” he asked. “Something must have happened.”

  Rebecca sighed.

  “He just, said a lot of things.” She shrugged her shoulders at him. “He gave me some kind of drug, and then made me tell him things. Made me tell him about… everything, including us. He laughed about it, about the things we’ve had to do.”

  He talked to her about us?

  “It wasn’t anything that a good night of sleep won’t fix,” said Rebecca. “I’m just glad that you found me in time.”

  “Mom, whatever he said, it doesn’t matter.” Jack rubbed her shoulder encouragingly. “We’re safe now, and we love each other. That’s all that matters.”

  Rebecca nodded.

  “Who was the woman?” she asked. “It looked like you recognized her.”

  “I don’t know. She helped me out, save my life after the attack.” The two of them walked into the camp. “Speaking of which…”

  “Hey! Please tell me everything went according to plan!” Molly’s voice was a mixture of concern and optimism. Jack chuckled and walked over to where he’d set the rope.

  “Yeah, it did,” he said. “It was a nice change of pace.”

  Molly grabbed onto the rope, and Jack slowly and steadily pulled her up, favoring his good arm. She climbed over the rim of the sinkhole on her own and then immediately ran towards Rebecca and wrapped her into a hug.

  “I’m okay,” said Rebecca. “We’re all okay. That’s the only thing that matters.”

  Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was much more tired than he’d realized during the walk back, and slowly took a seat on the ground, watching the two women sharing their emotional reunion.

  “Dimitri… is he dead?” Molly asked the question as though she was afraid to broach the topic.

  “He is,” said Rebecca. “We’re still not alone down here, though. There’s another woman in Eden.”

  The two of them whispered to each other quietly for a minute. Instead of trying to overhear, Jack went inside the lean-to and began setting it up for the night.

  “We still only have one sleeping bag,” he called out to them. “Tomorrow, I can walk back and get the others, but for tonight it looks like we’ll have to unzip it and share it as a blanket.”

  His mom and Molly weren’t listening. Jack watched them for a second and realized that they were having a whispered argument.

  “Hey?” He walked over, feeling like the odd man out. “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing.” Both Molly and his mom answered at the same time, though the tones of their voices were very different.

  “Uh… okay?”

  There was something about the way his mom was looking at him that had changed. Her expression looked guilty, and a little remorseful. Molly was frowning next to her, arms crossed as though she was a little upset about something.

  “Is anybody else starving?” asked Rebecca. “I think eating dinner, and getting a good night’s sleep will help clear our heads, and let us start off tomorrow fresh.”

  Jack silently lamented the loss of their supplies as they scrounged around the camp for the edible food that was left. The three of them gathered berries, fruit, and a couple of granola bars that had fallen out of one of the backpacks. They sat on the log bench and slowly began to eat.

  “Look, I don’t like being left in the dark.
” Jack was nibbling on his portion of raspberries, struggling against the tension in the air. “Please, just tell me what it is that has you guys so turned up.”

  “It’s…” Molly glanced at Jack’s mom and then sighed. “Jack, we’re still in the same situation that we were in before we found Eden, and all the trouble began.”

  “It’s not the same anymore,” said Rebecca. “There could be more people out there. We don’t know that we’re alone anymore.”

  “We don’t know that for sure!” Molly sounded frustrated. “And that’s not what this is about, is it? Rebecca, whatever he said to you, it was just nonsense. He was trying to break your spirit.”

  Jack watched as his mom chewed on her lower lip, and then stood up. She slowly brushed off her shirt and jeans, looking more beautiful in the gentle moonlight than he’d ever seen her before.

  “Let’s all just head to bed. We can talk more about it in the morning.”

  The loaded atmosphere only heightened Jack’s awareness of the situation as the three of them made their way over to the lean-to. It was big enough for all of them, as was the sleeping bag once unzipped, but only just barely. Jack pulled off his shirt and his jeans and slipped into it ahead of his mom and Molly, who began whispering to each other again right outside.

  “Look, it won’t even take that many times.” Molly had her hands open and held up, as though pleading with Rebecca. “I’m not thrilled by the idea either, and I know that he’s… your son. But I think it needs to happen.”

  Rebecca didn’t say anything. Instead, she slowly began stripping her clothes off. Jack could only see the lower half of his body from his angle in the shelter, but watching her slowly wiggle out of her tight jeans was beyond thrilling. Molly followed suit, and the next thing Jack knew, the two women were half naked and crawling towards him.

  “Jack…” whispered Molly. She leaned in and kissed him softly. His mom was on the other side of her, and as Jack’s lips broke from the younger woman’s, he turned towards her, the woman who had raised him.

  She looks embarrassed. What’s going on in her head?

  He leaned in a little closer. His mom pulled back but set one of her hands on his rapidly stiffening cock, the two contradicting actions turning him on even more.

  “I’m your mother, Jack,” she whispered. “This… I’m starting to think that it’s wrong.”

  She’s the one having doubts now?

  Jack glanced over at Molly, who was frowning.

  “Mom, it’s just like you said originally,” he whispered. “We have to put our feelings aside, for the sake of humanity.”

  The words felt hollow and meaningless as they left Jack’s lips. He suddenly began to feel dirty and perverted. Molly nodded slowly, serving as an illicit accomplice as she gently guided Rebecca’s head down lower, and lower.

  Maybe she’s right? What if we’re just doing this because it feels good, because of the thrill of crossing such a sacred line?

  “I… I can’t.” Rebecca’s mouth was just millimeters away from the head of Jack’s cock, close enough that the words came out hot against his skin. “Honey, I can’t do things like this with you. With my lips, or with any other part of me.”

  Jack shifted against the sleeping bag, pushing his cock into even closer proximity to her mouth. He felt more confused than he ever had before in his life. He wanted her to suck his cock, to go wild with it and stroke him off with her lips. He also wanted to hug her, and laugh with her, and have her reprimand him for his mistakes from her vantage point as his mother.

  “Whatever he said mom, it’s not true,” whispered Jack. “We’re just doing what we need to in order to get by.”

  Rebecca reached her hand out and wrapped it around his cock. A shiver of pure sexual thrill shot through Jack’s body.

  “I’m worried Jack,” she said. “I’m worried that you like it. That we both…”

  Her hand slowly began stroking up and down, and Jack was overwhelmed with pleasure.

  “It’s okay for you guys to like it!” Molly leaned in next to them, setting a hand on Rebecca’s back. “What’s wrong with-“

  “He’s my son, Molly. And this is sex.”

  And she’s my mom, with her cock in my hand, and her lips pursed in front of it.

  Jack felt like he was about to cum prematurely. It was the worst thing that could happen at the moment, with his cock directly in front of his mother’s face, in the midst of her conflict and confusion. He took a deep breath and tried to bury his arousal, bury the sickening sense of surreal enjoyment that her touch sent through him.

  “We’re both in this together, Rebecca.” Molly took her hand and set it right above Rebecca’s on Jack’s cock. “Regardless of what it takes, we have to think about the future.”

  The two women began stroking him off together. It was beautiful torture, and Jack wriggled his toes and dug his fingers into the sleeping mat in an effort to keep his cock from exploding early.

  I can’t cum on my mom. It would ruin everything.

  “Remember, you’ve already taken this step,” whispered Molly. “I’m only talking about going a little further. It’s okay if it feels good.”

  Rebecca took a deep breath and nodded.

  “Honey,” she whispered. “Are you still okay with this?”

  As she said the last word, she leaned her lips in and gave the head of his rock hard member a kiss. Jack groaned with pleasure.

  “Y-yeah mom,” he said. His voice felt shaky, and the words felt all wrong.

  Maybe she is right. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.

  Molly set her hand on the back of Rebecca’s head and slowly slid it forward, sheathing Jack’s erection in his mother’s mouth.

  “There we go,” she whispered. “We’ll start with this, and end with-“

  “Oh god!” Jack hadn’t prepared himself for how good it was going to feel. His mom’s tongue flicked over the head of his cock and lewd sucking noises came from the inside of her soft, wet lips. He arched his hips up and felt himself near his limit, and suddenly, she pulled back.

  “Are you okay, honey?” asked his mom. “Is it too weird, having me do that… with my mouth?”

  Jack shook his head. His cock was aching from how badly it needed release.

  And I want it from her. I want my mom to suck my cock, and then climb on top of it. This is so fucked up.

  “How close are you, Jack?” asked Molly. Her voice was almost neutral, but Jack could detect a slight undercurrent of frustration, almost jealous and impatient.

  She just wants us to get it over with.

  “We should keep going,” said Jack. “Mom, we should… keep going.”

  As Rebecca leaned back in and began kissing his cock, Jack reached his hands over to her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. He was almost on the verge of getting it loose when Molly reached over and did it for him.

  “What are you… doing?” Rebecca spoke in between slurps of her son’s cock. Jack tried to guide her head back down, but she held it just out of reach, maintaining her motherly hold on the situation.

  “Relax, Rebecca,” whispered Molly. “Here, I’ll get naked, too.”

  She stripped out of her bra and panties, and Jack watched her, feeling like he was the luckiest patron at a strip club as his mom continued to move her lips over his dick.

  She’s my mom. Those are her lips and her mouth pleasuring me, not just some random stripper.

  “Rebecca, I’m going to take your panties off,” whispered Molly.

  “We can’t,” she replied. “Molly, he’s my son!”

  Jack watched as Molly slowly pulled his mom’s panties down. She began sucking him off with less hesitation, as though she was determined to make him cum before he could get a shot at her pussy.

  Maybe I should just cum now. This is the final line. Are we really ready to cross it?

  “Sweetie, please…” Rebecca pulled her lips off his cock and looked up at him as though she could read his mind.
“Just cum in mommy’s mouth for now.”

  She lavished his cock with tiny little kisses, the same way she’d kiss his forehead as a kid, right before the first day of school, or after coming back from an overnight summer camp.

  “Oh, shit, mom!” Jack leaned his head back as his mother took just the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking on it like it was the tip of a popsicle. “That feels… really good.”

  “You know what would feel even better?” Molly whispered the question in a devilish, impatient tone of voice. She pulled Rebecca back slightly and then guided her forward onto Jack.

  “Molly, we can’t!” hissed Rebecca.

  “Jack, just do what comes naturally,” said Molly. “It will feel good for both of you.”

  Molly had her hand on his mom’s back, committing both of them to a position that allowed for only one thing. Jack stared at his mother’s face, and even though it was dark, he could see her embarrassment, her shame, and her love.

  “We should stop…” Rebecca leaned back against Molly’s hand, causing her big, perfect breasts to dangle in front of Jack’s face, and her thighs to grind against his cock.

  “Do you want to stop, Jack?” asked Molly. “Or do you want to fuck the woman on top of you, regardless of whether or not she’s your…?”

  I want to do it, regardless of whether she’s my mom.

  Jack let his hands come to rest on his mother’s waist. One of her breasts bobbed in front of his face, and he planted a soft kiss on her nipple.

  “Oh, sweetie!” she moaned. “That’s not okay!”

  Jack pawed at her breasts with one of his hands and moved his mom into a better position. He could feel the juices of her wet pussy dripping down on him. He knew that she wanted it just as badly as he did, despite her reluctance.

  How badly do I want it? How badly do I want to throw the dice, and turn our relationship upside down?

  Jack pushed his hips up at the same moment as his mom dropped down slightly. His cock slipped into somewhere new, somewhere wet, warm, tight, and totally off limits.

  “Oh god!” moaned Rebecca. Jack brought his mouth to one of her nipples and began sucking it.