After the Fall: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  The two of them reached a fevered pace almost instantly. The buildup had been too much for Jack to handle. His mom’s body was too hot, Molly watching was too much, and everything was wrong, twisted, and incredibly sexual.

  Rebecca ground her pussy into his dick, working her crotch against him like she was trying to set the world record for getting a man off, using her own son as a stand in. Jack was overwhelmed with pleasure, more than he ever could have expected. He was already past his limit, holding on by the merest thread of willpower. The point of no return arrived suddenly, and just as it did, his mom let out a sickening gasp.

  “We can’t!” She pulled back, popping her pussy off Jack’s cock the instant before it began to explode.

  “Oh god, mom,” he moaned, his seed shooting up and splashing onto her stomach. The pleasure was incredible, enough to make his mind fuzz over and his muscles tense up. His mom moved rubbed his chest, keeping her hands away from his cock as though she had just broken out of a spell of sexual possession.

  “That was a bit of a waste,” chided Molly.

  “He’s my son, Molly,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

  Why do those words hurt so much to hear?

  “We’ll find the other woman,” whispered Rebecca. “The woman that saved you, honey. And then I can go back to being your mom, and you can go back to being my son. We won’t have to…”

  Jack nodded. His heart was aching, though he knew it wasn’t supposed to be.

  “We should get to bed,” said Molly. “We’ll talk about what to do next in the morning.”

  The three of them slid underneath the unzipped sleeping bag, with Molly in the middle and Jack and his mother on either side. Jack closed his eyes and tried not to feel too ashamed of the fact that he was legitimately and utterly disappointed.

  Tomorrow is another day…

  CHAPTER 30

  A soft breeze blew through the nearby foliage. Jack ignored it, focusing instead on twisting a loop into the vine trap that he’d sandwiched underneath a conveniently unearthed tree root. The afternoon sky was overcast, and a couple of dark clouds loomed on the horizon.

  It’s a good bet that we’ll get rain tonight. I better double check the roof of the shelter.

  He finished the knot, and then dusted his hands off as he stood to his feet. None of the traps that he’d placed over the past couple of days had done anything more than waste his time. He’d seen them work before on TV survival shows, but like a great many things, the reality was turning out to be different from his expectations.

  It had been nine days since Jack had first arrived in Eden, a week since he’d confronted Dimitri, and things had begun to settle down. Between his own efforts and those of Molly and his stepmother, Rebecca, the tiny slice of paradise was becoming comfortable, the type of place that felt like home.

  Compared to the tiny little emergency shelter, it certainly holds more promise for the future.

  Jack stood up, dusted his hands off on his pants, and stretched his arms. His shoulder had healed up nicely, a fact that he owed to his mysterious savior and her herbal remedy. He’d seen her a couple of times since they’d first arrived, and each encounter had left him feeling a little more mystified by the strange woman.

  He had his survival knife on his belt, as always, and one of his homemade spears on the ground nearby. As he bent over to pick up the sharpened wooden branch, something moved in the brush nearby. Jack stilled his movements, carefully finding a grip on the long weapon as he waited for the source of the movement to reveal itself.

  A fat, furry rabbit hopped out into the open. Jack didn’t hesitate, springing forward before the animal could shift its momentum. He struck out with his spear, keeping it gripped in his hand as he jabbed it up to speed. The point landed a hit, and he immediately followed up by pinning the creature to the ground and skewering the life out of it.

  Looks like we’ll have some meat for dinner tonight.

  Molly and his mother had been against hunting for the first few days they’d spent in Eden. It wasn’t until Jack had broached the topic of the smaller animals potentially overwhelming the area, lacking any natural predators to keep their population in check, that they had softened on the issue.

  It was surprisingly easy for Jack to bring animals down for them to eat. Eden was a lush, fertile paradise, and hunting was really just a matter of setting up in an area close to the river and waiting. Several times he had spotted larger animals, wild hogs and deer, and passed on them. With only a wooden spear and knife, he was still testing the waters with what he could take on alone.

  Jack lifted the rabbit up and tied it to his belt with a small strip of vine that he’d intended to use in a trap. He started south along the river, headed back towards camp.

  Molly was filling up water bottles at the shore, her long blond hair hanging over her face. She had abandoned her astronaut jumpsuit in favor of some of Rebecca’s clothes, and it was still a little jarring for Jack to see her wearing them.

  “Hey,” he said. “How’s the gathering coming?”

  She stood up as he walked over and smiled broadly at him. For the past couple of days, the two of them had been growing closer and closer together. Molly was older than Jack, but it made almost no difference in the new world.

  “It’s going good.” Molly wrapped him into a sensual hug and kissed him on the cheek. “Your mom found some corn and some wild potatoes in the far south of the gorge. That should be a nice change up from the fruit we’ve been relying on for the past couple of days.”

  Jack nodded, feeling Molly’s breasts rubbing against his chest. He hesitated for only a moment before leaning in and kissing her.

  We’ve been acting like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend all week.

  Molly brought her hands up to Jack’s shoulders and smiled at him as they parted. She glanced down at his belt and let out a gasp upon seeing the rabbit.

  “Jeez, Jack! You should put that in the camp instead of just wearing it as a trophy.”

  “Sorry.” He let his arms drop from her and took a step back. “I will, right after I clean it.”

  Jack walked over to the river and crouched down near the edge. He slipped out the rabbit and his survival knife and went to work.

  “I’ve been thinking a bit about what else we could use, now that we’re getting settled in.” Molly’s voice had an optimistic, musical tone to it, almost like a newlywed describing her ideas for redecorating.

  “There’s only so much we can do. Once we build our supplies back, I want to make a trip down to the old emergency bunker and grab everything we left behind. Other than that, it’s all up to us, what we can grow, hunt, fish, and trap.”

  Molly leaned towards him, watching as he carefully removed the skin and innards of the rabbit and set them aside.

  “That’s not what I meant.” She took a breath and rubbed her hands on her thighs. “Jack, we’re still sharing a single lean-to. You, me, and your mom.”

  “Oh,” he said. “Right, of course.”

  It has been a bit awkward for the past few nights.

  Jack and his mother had gone back to normal after they’d settled into Eden, more on her insistence than his. It was almost like none of it had ever happened, as though neither of them had ever crossed over the line. They had crossed over it, though, and the memory of the illicit passion that they had shared, mother and son, was impossible for him to ever forget.

  “We just have to give it more time,” said Jack. “It will stop feeling so weird soon. I mean, she’s my mom.”

  She’s my mom.

  Molly nodded skeptically and watched as Jack dipped the cleaned rabbit into the water one last time. He stood up and smiled reassuringly at her. The two began walking back towards the camp, Jack holding dinner and Molly with her arms crossed.

  “Still, I don’t see how us having extra living space could hurt.” Molly leaned over and kissed him playfully on the neck. “It would mean that we wouldn’t have to
head out on ‘walks’ at night.”

  The words were hot in Jack’s ear. The two of them reached camp, and after running the rabbit through a spit and wrapping it in leaves, he wiped his hands clean and turned back to her.

  “Speaking of our ‘walks’, we were too tired to go on one last night.” He smiled at her and stepped in closer. “Why don’t we head on down to the river and wash up together?”

  Molly grinned and took one of his hands into hers. She led him forward, towards the shallow curve in the river that the group had designated as their regular bathing spot. It wasn’t until they had pushed through the curtain of trees that they realized it was already in use.

  Rebecca was waist deep in the water, wearing her bra and panties as though they were a bikini. The cleavage of her big breasts glistened with water droplets, and the moisture had turned the fabric almost sheer. Regardless of whether she was his mother or not, Jack found himself unable to look away from the sight of her perfect nipples pressing out, as though they desperately wanted to be free.

  I need to put a stop to these thoughts…

  Molly cleared her throat into her hand, and Jack’s mom finally looked over and noticed them.

  “Oh, hey.” She smiled, brushing wet strands of dark hair out of her face and walking towards them. “I was washing up some of the potatoes I found and decided I could use a bath, too.”

  Jack watched with wide eyes as she reached the shallows of the river, and more of her gorgeous body came into view. The water made her panties stick to her crotch and butt as though they’d been painted on, and all of her assets jiggled slightly with each step.

  “We came here to wash up ourselves,” said Molly. “But it’s fine, we can wait until you’re done.”

  Her voice was polite and respectful, but Jack could detect something in it that he’d been noticing increasingly frequently over the past few days. He and Molly were essentially a couple now, and Rebecca represented something that made her feel threatened, something that she could never be, a role that she could never fill.

  “I’m getting out now,” said Rebecca. “You two can take your time.”

  “Uh, thanks, mom.” Jack stood at full attention as Rebecca stepped onto the river bank. She strained water from her hair as she walked over to him, standing at a distance that would have been motherly and affectionate if it weren't for how turned on he was.

  “I feel like I haven’t seen a lot of you over the past few days,” she said. Jack nodded.

  That’s because every time we’re alone together, I start to feel really, really confused.

  “We’ve all been busy, Rebecca,” said Molly, answering for him. “Come on, Jack.”

  Molly stripped off her clothes in record time and then splashed off into the water. As Jack started to, his mom put a hand on his shoulder.

  “I know things have been a little weird between us lately, Jack, but I love you.” She smiled at him and paused for a moment. “I’m your mother, and I love you.”

  “I love you too, mom.” Jack’s words came out only a little louder than a whisper. He’d already unbuttoned his pants, and they slowly dropped to the ground at the same time his mom came in for a hug.

  Neither of them said anything as their bodies pressed together. Rebecca’s was still a little cold and wet from the water, but Jack could feel a powerful heat burning underneath him. Her body was soft and familiar and yet charged with illicit, sexual potential.

  Without realizing what he was doing or being able to stop it, Jack slowly began to grind his hips into her. Her boobs pushed against his chest, and it took all of his willpower to keep his hands from groping at them. His mom’s fingers were slowly massaging his back, as though she was getting something of her own out of the embrace, expressing her love as a mother.

  “We used to hug like this all the time,” she whispered. “But I guess things change.”

  What does she mean by that?

  Jack’s cock was rock hard, and it strained against his boxers for only a second before slipping out through the front flap. He felt the hot skin of his mom’s inner thighs rubbing against its head, along with the fabric of her wet panties. His hips began dry humping into Rebecca, possessed by the thrill of the forbidden, and his hands worked across her with increasing boldness.

  All of the sudden, Rebecca pulled back. She glanced down at Jack’s cock, out in the open for what little was left of the world to see, and blushed.

  “Uhm, sweetie.” She turned away and cleared her throat. “You should probably head into the water.”

  Jack nodded and hunched over in an ineffective attempt to reduce the visibility of his hard on. His face was hot, and he couldn’t make eye contact with his mom as she glanced back at him.

  “Yeah, sorry,” he said. “I guess I’ll… see you later?”

  “Sure.”

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  Rebecca started pulling on the clothes she had left on the side of the bank, and Jack hurried into the water. Molly was still dry from the waist up, and the bra she was wearing, again, was one loaned to her from Rebecca. She had her arms crossed and was glaring at him.

  “You’re still thinking about her.”

  Jack shook his head. Molly was staring at his erection, the tell that was impossible for him to hide.

  “No! I mean…” He struggled to find an excuse, but not a single one came to mind.

  “Things aren’t like they were before, Jack,” said Molly. “You can’t look at her that way. We all agreed that we were going to look for alternatives to you guys having to…”

  Having to what? Have sex? Walk hand in hand, mother and son, into truly fucked up and depraved territory?

  “I know,” said Jack. “It’s not something I can really control. We were just hugging, and…”

  Jack looked back over to the shore, where his mom was pulling a tight t-shirt down over her boobs. The action caused her bra to slide down a little bit, and Jack felt his cock throb as the edge of one of her nipples came into view.

  “She’s your mother, Jack!” Molly splashed him with water. “Just let it go already.”

  Rebecca disappeared through the curtain of trees. Jack turned back to Molly, still trying to find something to justify his behavior, but she was too upset to listen.

  “You know what, forget it.” She stomped across the river towards the bank.

  “Molly, hold on! It’s not like that!”

  Molly didn’t stop.

  “You were the one who started this.” Jack’s voice was restrained, but he made sure that it was loud enough for her to hear. “Back when you were still up on the station, back before we came to rescue you, you put these thoughts into my head!”

  Molly pulled herself out of the water and turned back to glare at them.

  “And apparently, the thoughts are still there,” she said. “That’s all that matters now, Jack.”

  Molly didn’t even bother to put her clothes back on, only stopping to pick them up and carry them with her. Jack sighed and slapped the water with the palm of his hand.

  CHAPTER 31

  The idea of letting Molly stay angry at him was not one that Jack was willing to consider. He cared about her, and he wanted to make her happy, but it also felt as though allowing her to be mad gave a certain amount of weight to the points that she had made.

  What mom and I did was just something that we had to do, given the circumstances. I’m not attracted to her anymore. She’s back to being my mother.

  Jack washed off in the river, taking his time and letting his body calm down in the cold, fast-flowing water. When he got out, he didn’t bother to dry off before pulling his clothes on. The sun had moved past the midpoint in the sky and was slowly sinking over the horizon, and there was still work left to do.

  He scooped up his survival knife and headed back to the camp. It was empty, and he figured that Molly and his mom were off gathering food together from the more fertile soil to the south.

  The two of them ge
t along with each other well enough. Where are these complications coming from?

  Even as the thought entered his head, Jack knew the answer. The world had changed, but the depth and drama of their interactions had stayed the same. It was impossible for them to reach a perfect equilibrium as a group of three, especially given how dynamic their roles had to be.

  Jack sighed and began looking around the camp for what he needed. Despite his inability to keep everyone happy, he could still listen, and knew exactly what it would take to get back into Molly’s good graces. He found his stone hand ax sitting next to the fire pit and carried it off into the woods.

  It’s time to build another lean-to. I’ll only be able to get the frame in place before dark, but as long as it doesn’t rain, that should be enough.

  Jack had already exhausted the supply of saplings he’d used to build the main shelter. He headed deeper into the forest, pushing through a thicket of thicker trees in search for reasonably sized branches and younger, thinner trunks.

  He spotted a group of them on the other side of the river, and gave thanks for the fact that his clothing was still wet. After making sure that his survival knife and ax were still in hand, he pushed into the water, ignoring the chilly current as he pressed on to the other side.

  Jack didn’t have any time to waste, especially given that he’d have to drag all of his building materials across the river, one by one. He took the sharpened stone ax and began chopping into a slender sapling, the sound of rock striking wood echoing through the area.

  It went down easily enough, even though the ax was beginning to dull. He pushed it over until it snapped and then twisted it free, and then turned towards his next target. What he found, standing amusedly in his way caused him to flinch back in surprise.

  “Jesus!” Jack let out a sigh and shook his head. “Eve, what are you doing here?”

  It was what the three of them had taken to calling the mysterious, tanned skin woman. She had saved Jack twice over now, and would occasionally wander into their camp with no more urgency or fear than a confident tourist. Molly and his mother had come to accept that she didn’t mean any harm, though they remained a little skeptical of her motives.