After the Fall: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Molly blushed, and Jack was sure that his face looked the same, judging from the heat he felt on his cheeks. Rebecca walked over to the lean-to that he’d thrown together for her, and Jack found himself wishing that he’d spent more time on it.

  “I hope it doesn’t rain tonight,” he muttered.

  Molly let her fingers dance against his at his side.

  “Relax, we’ll be heading out tomorrow,” she said. “And I guess it will be back to sharing the tent for a while. Let’s hope the vine stitches we put into it hold up against the weather.”

  The fire had burned down to little more than a smattering of glowing coals. Jack took one last look at it and then felt Molly pulling him forward, towards the big lean-to. He bent underneath the roof and crawled in after her.

  “You’ve been acting a little weird today.” Molly was undressing on top of her sleeping bag, staying low to the ground and squirming out of her clothes more than taking them off.

  “Have I?”

  She frowned at him.

  “Jack, you don’t have to be so reserved all the time,” she said. “You can let me in, you know. It’s almost like ever since that incident with the lunatic you’ve been up in your head.”

  ‘The incident with the lunatic.’ That’s a rather polite way of talking about what happened.

  “I don’t know…” Jack sighed and took his t-shirt off. “I mean, is it any real wonder that I’m a bit out of sorts? None of this is normal, not even close.”

  “It’s the new normal.” Molly slid in a little closer to him. “It’s the way we have to live now. You fought to protect us, Jack. You don’t have to be ashamed of anything that you’ve done.

  “That’s not it…” Jack shook his head. “At least, that’s not all of it.”

  Molly stared at him in the dark.

  “Your mom.” She flicked a couple of strains of hair out of her face. “I know. She’s part of it, too. You can admit it.”

  “Shhhh!” Jack held a finger up to his lips, feeling a bit self-conscious of just how easily their voices traveled through the night air. “Fine, I admit it. I’ve been feeling a little… well, uncomfortable about it lately. And it’s not easy for me to bring it up with you.”

  “I’m not jealous of her if that’s what you’re thinking,” said Molly. She was biting her lip, and Jack wondered if she believed her own words, or just expected that him to believe them.

  “Even if you were, you don’t have to be,” said Jack. “What’s done is done. We all just have to move past it now.”

  Move past the way her soft lips felt. Move past her perfect breasts, firm thighs, and the confusing compulsion of her love. Move past the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had, possibly ever will have.

  Jack jumped slightly as a roaming hand began tugging at his boxers, pulling him out of his thoughts.

  “We’ll have a family soon enough, Jack,” whispered Molly. “I’ll give birth to your baby, and we’ll raise it together. And your mom will be a part of that, too, whether we like it or not.”

  Jack groaned as Molly leaned in and gave his cock a soft, wet kiss.

  “It’s still hard for me to believe.” Molly continued whispering to him, pausing here and there to lick and tease his cock with her tongue. “In the old world, you’d be looking forward to college right now. I’d still be working for NASA, at an adult career.”

  “It is a little… hard to believe.” Pleasure coursed through Jack’s body as Molly brought the tip of his member to her lips.

  Jack was surprised by how vivid the pleasure still was, even after his tryst with Eve earlier in the day. He ran his hand through Molly’s long blond hair and slowly guided her mouth up and down on his prick.

  That’s still part of it, too. I have to do the same thing with Eve that I’m doing with Molly, and with any other young, fertile women. It doesn’t stop here, not the jealousy, the emotion, or the confusion.

  Molly slurped on his cock with a youthful eagerness that made Jack almost feel like she could read his mind, and was preemptively trying to hold his attention. She suddenly pulled back, her naked body gleaming in the pale moonlight.

  There was a cute, feminine sneeze from somewhere outside of his lean-to. Jack realized that his mom was still awake, and instantly his thoughts were filled with her, even as Molly positioned herself over his erect, throbbing member.

  My mother is just another woman. I can create all the boundaries in my head that I want, feel embarrassed and ashamed about it, but I see what anyone would see when I look at her gorgeous body.

  Molly dropped down, and Jack felt his cock zeroing in on the entrance of her pussy. Even though she was already wet, it took a second of easing for her to accept the tip of his dick inside of her.

  “Oh wow…. Jack.” She twisted her hips slightly as she lowered herself down a little further, and pleasure surged through Jack’s body.

  “Shhh…” The idea of his mom being so nearby, and potentially hearing them, was still disconcerting to him in a deeply conditioned, puritanical way.

  He brought his hands up to Molly’s breasts and ran them across. He couldn’t see her nipples in the darkness, but even just the touching the soft nubs was enough to excite him. She shivered and ran one of her hands through the air, the vibration reverberating through Jack’s cock and adding another layer to the sensation.

  “Oh god!” She collapsed forward on top of him, wiggling as she accepted his shaft up to the halfway point.

  Jack thought about what she’d said about where they would be in the old world, and the age difference between them, and felt the thrill of the intercourse increase.

  She’s right. I’m 18, turning 19 this year, and she’s a cute, blonde, 26 year old rocket science. We used to live in different worlds.

  Molly bobbed her pussy up and down on his cock and cupped Jack’s cheeks in her hands.

  “Look at me, Jack,” she whispered. “My eyes…”

  He blinked himself out of sexual reverie and caught Molly’s gaze. It was impossible to see much of anything in the dark, but her point and her emotion were both abundantly clear.

  She’s falling in love with me. How do I feel about her?

  Jack felt his primal instincts pushing in, crowding out all thought. He gripped Molly’s waist tightly and began to pull her further down on his cock. He could hear her muffled moans and cries of ecstasy leaking out, and they were like an aphrodisiac for his ears.

  He heard something else and realized with a start that a figure was climbing out of the other lean-to. His cock throbbed with sinful intensity for the briefest of moments, until he realized that his mom was headed for the river, and not for them.

  “Jack!” Molly had seen it too and became less restrained with the added privacy. She set her hands down on Jack’s chest and pushed and pulled herself up and down, using Jack’s cock the way nature intended.

  “Molly…” Jack leaned his head up and kissed her as he pumped his cock up faster. The noise of their bodies slapping together was hot on the air, and he wondered if his mom could still overhear it.

  Do I want her to, or not?

  Molly shivered and fell forward onto him. Jack pushed his cock into her wet, warm cunt again, and again, feeling it stroking off his shaft like it was trying to bring it to a polish. He rolled the two of them over, climbing on top of her and pumping from above for the last few thrusts.

  Molly!

  Jack felt his orgasm explode out of him, with even more force than it had earlier in the day. He sprayed every drop of his seed deep into Molly’s pussy, wondering if it would be the time that would lead to the start of their end goal.

  “That was nice…” whispered Molly. Jack kissed her softly on the cheek, and then slipped over to his side of the floor.

  “Yeah,” he said. “It was.”

  CHAPTER 33

  The morning was cool, surprisingly so for the summer. Jack was the last to climb out of bed, with Molly, his mom, and the early birds already up an
d active with the rising sun. He pulled his clothes on and crawled out through the lean-to’s opening.

  “Good morning, honey,” said Rebecca. “We still have leftovers from last night, so we’re having them for breakfast.”

  He nodded and started helping himself to the scraps by the fire.

  “Are we all set with our supplies? I want to set out as soon as possible.”

  “Molly headed down to the river to fill up the water bottles.” His mom smiled knowingly at him. “She seemed awfully cheery this morning. Did the two of you have a nice night?”

  Jack scratched his head and awkwardly looked back towards the lean-to.

  She’s back to being my mother, the one that used to tease me about finding a girlfriend and tell me to treat girls with respect.

  “We did.” Jack turned back to face her and looked into her eyes as he spoke the words. An electric pulse was on the air, and he had no idea what to expect out of her reaction. Rebecca slowly licked her lips and then surprised Jack by stepping in closer to him.

  “I’m glad,” she said. “A girl like Molly is exactly what you need.”

  Her words were full of love but tinged with a hollowness that caught Jack a little off guard. She reached her hand up to his cheek and softly caressed it.

  “Thanks, mom.”

  The tension was so thick on the air that a butter knife could have cut through it. Jack felt his body, still excited from the morning, reacting to the situation in a way that was totally inappropriate. He forced himself to step back and turn away.

  “I should probably double check the bags,” he said. “Do we still have the fire starting kit? And is the tent still holding up?”

  “It should be fine, as long as the three of us don’t mind sharing.” Rebecca was wearing a tight pair of shorts that she’d cut from a pair of jeans that had ripped on a rock a couple of days earlier. She wore a t-shirt over them that was a little too small for her, resulting in frequent flashes of her belly button and lower back. He did his best to ignore her as she bent over and rifled through one of the bags.

  “Good morning, Jack!” Molly appeared from the trees, smiling and humming a tune as she carried a couple of water bottles into the camp. She walked up to him and planted a quick peck on his lips, shining with the aura of a satisfied woman.

  “Alright, perfect timing,” he said. “We’re doing the last check through of our stuff.”

  Molly nodded, and then looked up at the sky.

  “I can’t believe we’re going back up there,” she said. “To the surface. It’s so barren and empty. I hope it’s not too depressing for us to head back into.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Jack.

  Am I sure? We’ve spent more time down here did we did traveling after the impact. It could be a lot worse than I remember.

  “We’ll be together,” said Rebecca. “And we don’t have to go far if we don’t want to. This is a trip that we’re taking for the sake of the land. If it looks bad up there, we just have to remember that it’s why we’re up there, to plant seeds and make it, eventually, less bad.”

  The bushes on the other side of the camp rustled slightly. Jack turned in time to see Eve walking towards them with careful, controlled slides, the bare pads of her feet parting blades of grass as though she was following a path of her own creation.

  “Eve.” Jack glanced at Molly, who looked a little caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the beautiful native. “We’re heading up to the surface for a few days. We’re taking your advice.”

  Jack pulled the seed bag out of his pocket and then gestured to the top of the cliffs. Eve’s face lit up, and her lips deepened into a gorgeous smile. She skipped forward and wrapped Jack in a tight hug.

  “Oh, wow,” he muttered. “Uh, don’t worry, we’ll be back.”

  He could tell that Molly was glaring at him without even looking.

  Where is this jealousy coming from? A week ago, she was the one telling me to do my utmost to impregnate anyone with a womb…

  Eve let go of him after a second and took a step back. She held his hand and stared at him, and Jack could see the gears turning in her head.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  Eve walked over to a patch of dirt in the midst of the grass and crouched down in front of it. Using her finger, she began scratching a design into the ground. Jack set his hands on his knees and stood over her, watching.

  “Is that a map?” asked his mom.

  It was, as Jack soon realized. Eve was tracing out a simple recreation of the gorge, complete with a thin line running through the middle that Jack took to be the river. She drew a small arrow on one side and then pointed her finger in the same direction, giving it proper orientation.

  “We seriously need to find better ways of communicating.” Jack furrowed his brow. “This is just silly.”

  Eve looked back down at the map. She paced something out towards the northwest and then drew an X at one of the spots.

  “What is she trying to tell us?” asked Molly. Jack shrugged his shoulders.

  “If I had any idea, I would be-“

  Eve grabbed his hand suddenly and pulled it down to the map. She placed it over the X and then stared into Jack’s eyes, imploring him of something with her gaze.

  “Eve, what’s out that way?” he asked.

  The native girl didn’t say anything. After another couple of seconds, she brought her finger back to the gorge and drew a circle around it. She drew another circle around that one, except bigger the second time around.

  “I’ve never been this confused in my entire life,” said Jack. “I think there’s something to the northwest of here, but what it is, or why it’s important, who knows?”

  Eve knows. And if she could tell us, we could potentially save a lot of time.

  After a couple of seconds of watching and waiting for them to understand, Eve stood up. She waited for Jack to brush his hands off and climb to his feet, and then closed the distance between her and him.

  “Hey!” Molly set her hands on her hips and glared at them from across the camp. Before anyone could say anything, Eve leaned in and kissed Jack softly on the lips. He kissed her back, more out of reflex that response. Even pulled away after a second and then skipped away, pushing through the forest’s curtain and out of sight.

  “Well…” Jack was smiling and blushing, but he did his best to temper the expression on his face as he turned to face his mom and Molly. “I think we should head northwest.”

  “You’re going to trust a crude sketch in the dirt with our destination?” asked Molly.

  “No. I’m going to trust Eve.”

  The group was silent for a moment. Jack stood up and walked over to the backpacks, picking his up and pulling it onto his shoulders.

  “We should head south and see if there is an easier way for us to get back up to the surface,” he said. “Otherwise we’ll be climbing the steep cliffs we came down on and then doubling back around.”

  “That sounds like a good idea, honey.” Rebecca walked over and set an arm on her son’s shoulder.

  Molly stood with her arms crossed for another few seconds before sighing and shaking her head.

  “Taking off on an adventure across the wasteland, on a whim.” She frowned, but followed Jack’s lead and began putting on her bag. “I’m stating on the record right now that I think this is a terrible idea.”

  “The world has ended, Molly,” said Jack. “There is no record.”

  The three of them took a couple of minutes to double check the camp, making absolutely sure that they had everything that they needed. Jack wore his survival knife on his belt and had hooked a single wooden javelin diagonally through one of the straps of his backpack.

  Hopefully, we don’t encounter anything or anyone that requires it.

  “Ready?” He turned to the two women, trying not to seem as excited as he felt, for Molly’s sake.

  “We’re ready,” said his mom. “We have four days of f
ood, maybe five or six if we drag it out. Let’s plan on heading back before we get down to half of it.”

  “Of course.”

  Jack began leading the group south through the gorge. They’d explored a good portion of what was nearby, but most of the easily gatherable food began to dry up within a mile or two of their camp. That was where the landscape of the crevice shifted from the light, easily traversable forest into a much denser, much less fertile wall of woods.

  He paused as they reached the relatively open plain that served as the boundary between the two areas. His mom and Molly were on either side of him, and he took a second to appreciate their presence.

  I love both of them, and they both love me. I better not get anyone killed on this expedition.

  “Are you okay, Jack?” Molly stepped in a little closer to him and hooked her arm through his. “I’m sure the camp will be fine while we’re gone. I’m not exactly trusting of Eve yet, but she doesn’t seem like the type to run off with what little we have.”

  “No, it’s not that,” said Jack. “Just…”

  He paused and caught both of the women’s gaze for a second.

  “Let’s all come back here together. This is our home now.”

  Both of them nodded, and Jack pulled them all in for a brief group hug. He stepped forward, the first real, committed step of a new journey.

  CHAPTER 34

  The gorge thinned out as Jack, his mom, and Molly continued deeper to the south. The thicket of trees was harder to pass through than he had expected, with brambles and fierce vegetation forcing him to clear a path as he went.

  Luckily, the area cleared up again after a half mile. Instead of being the rich, fertile paradise that Jack and the women had become accustomed to, it slowly began to transition into wasteland.

  The ground is sloping up, enough to have exposed the trees and plants here to the chaos of the impact.

  He began to notice grim reminders of the carnage that had destroyed most of the world. A couple of the taller trees had singed tops, bare of leaves and branches. As they went further in, the contrast became much more stark.