After the Fall: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  What the hell am I saying?

  He watched as his mom’s silhouetted head slowly shook back and forth.

  “It was wrong then, and it’s wrong now.” Rebecca started to pull her hand away, but Jack moved it back into place on his cock.

  “Mom, I love you,” whispered Jack. “I just want us to be close, to have time to be with each other.”

  “Jack…” Rebecca pulled her hand back again, and this time, Jack didn’t stop her. Instead of standing up from the bed, however, she pulled her legs up onto it and lied down next to him. “Let’s just lie here with each other for a few minutes, then. I understand.”

  Mom, I don’t think you do…

  Jack slowly reached out, pulling his mom’s body in closer to him. His cock was rock hard, and he knew that there was no way that she couldn’t feel it pressing into her thighs. She smelled clean and a little fruity, as though she’d used a scented perfume to wash her hair.

  Neither of them said anything. The sound of their breathing was almost a conversation of its own. Rebecca’s gown was tiny, and Jack could tell from the way her breasts pushed against his chest that she didn’t have anything on underneath it.

  She’s my mom, and I love her. Is this wrong?

  Jack’s hips began to move of their own accord, along with his hands. He let his cock grind against his mom, and one of his hands massaged just underneath her breast. He leaned forward to kiss her out of instinct, but Rebecca turned her face away at the last second, letting it land on her cheek instead of her lips.

  “Jack, honey.” Her voice was somehow calm and urgent at the same time. Jack redoubled his efforts, pulling her in even closer and letting his cock slip out of his boxers. It pushed against the bare flesh of her thighs like a red hot poker, and Jack realized that his mom also wasn’t wearing any panties.

  It was like a dance, or a game, in which the two of them were moving towards different goals. Rebecca squirmed, trying to keep the two of them in a safe, familial cuddle. Jack groped and grinded, feeling his excitement grow as he realized the situation at hand.

  I could have sex with her, right here, right now. I could fuck my mom, and we would both scream out in ecstasy together.

  “Jack!”

  He didn’t hear her. His cock was already taking shots on goal, though Rebecca did her best to keep her thighs tightly shut. He pushed up past the guard of her legs and felt the head of his member slide against her velvety lips.

  “Oh wow, mom,” whispered Jack. “God, mom.”

  He squeezed one of her breasts and began kissing her neck. Jack knew, deep down inside, just how wrong what he was doing was. It was reflected in his mom’s every movement. But he found himself not caring, ignoring the truth in favor of the release that waited on the other side of the forbidden line.

  Jack’s cock found an angle that brought him even closer to what he wanted, and he pushed forward. At the last second, his mom closed her thighs, softly trapping his cock in between them.

  “Jack, please…”

  Jack began thrusting, his head with lust and obsession. He wasn’t inside of his mom, but the grip she had around his dick with her legs was sexual in its own way. Rebecca was leaning back away from him, but Jack continued to pull her back in.

  What am I doing? I need to stop this!

  “Let’s just cuddle, honey,” whispered his mom. “This isn’t right.”

  Jack heard her, but her voice sounded far off. He grabbed her butt with one of his hands and tried to position his cock up into his mom’s pussy. The reality of what he was doing made him feel a little sick, but he couldn’t stop himself. His entire body craved what she had to offer, his throbbing cock most of all.

  “I’m your mother, Jack!”

  There was something in the sternness of her voice that set him off, pushing him far beyond his limit. Jack thrust forward, feeling his cock slide into his mom’s cunt for one brief, beautiful second. She pushed him back instantly, rolling off the bed right as her son’s cock began to erupt in sinful, forbidden glory.

  “Mom!” Jack was completely blissed out, but he still managed to sit up on the bed and face her. Rebecca stared at him for a moment, and then slapped him across the face.

  “I love you, Jack.” Her voice sounded shaky, as though she was battling temptation of her own. “But we can’t. You can’t ever do that to me. I’m your mother.”

  Rebecca turned and left the room. Jack gritted his teeth together and pulled the dirty sheet off the bed. He flung it across the room angrily and then buried his face in a pillow.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  CHAPTER 39

  Jack awoke to the sound of knocking on the heavy metal door to his room. He pulled himself up slowly, feeling as though it was hard to remember ever having felt so well rested before.

  Even back in the emergency shelter, I wasn’t getting this kind of quality sleep.

  “Just a second.” He rifled through the Sergeant’s dresser, pulling out a pair of clean and casual jeans to wear and putting them on. They fit perfectly, and he made his way over to the door feeling satisfied with his new lot in life.

  Behind the door was his mother, and seeing her face made reality come crashing down on him in a wave of shame and emotion. She was wearing a pink cotton summer dress, and her lips were turned down into a frown.

  “Jack…” Her voice was quiet but authoritative. “I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

  Jack set one of his hands on his head and leaned against the door frame.

  I don’t even want to think about what happened, let alone talk about it.

  “Mom, I think I had a bit too much wine,” he said. “I’m sorry for anything that I did that might have-“

  “Jack…” Rebecca stepped forward, bringing her body into close contact with his. She shut the door to his room closed behind her as she stepped inside. For an instant, Jack thought she was going to kiss him, and continue the illicit interaction that he had started the night before. Instead, she shook her head.

  “Look, things are different now,” she said. “You have to forget about what happened between us before. The situation wasn’t the same. We were still in shock at the state of the world. I’m your mother, Jack, and you’re my son. I need you to start acting like it.”

  Jack gaped at her, feeling her rebuke sting his pride.

  “Mom, I know that I’m your son! I love you, more than anyone. It’s just…”

  I think I love you a little too much.

  “Then we’re on the same page,” said Rebecca. “Just let it go, sweetie. I know you’re a teenager, and your hormones are… powerful. But there are other women here. There’s Molly, and there’s Jessica, and back in Eden, there is Eve.”

  “Mom…” Jack’s heart ached, though he didn’t quite understand why.

  “They’re closer to your age, and they aren’t…” Rebecca took a deep breath before continuing. “They aren’t family. I’m family, Jack. And I love you more than anyone.”

  She took his hand into hers and looked at him with soft, motherly eyes.

  “I don’t want us to lose what we have over these urges,” she whispered. “Let’s just go back to the way things were, back when we lived in a real house, in a civilized world.”

  Jack didn’t say anything. He wanted to agree with her. He wanted to laugh off the intensity and ridiculousness of what had happened the night before. But despite himself, he couldn’t, and images of his mom’s gorgeous body and the way her breasts and butt looked in the tiny nightgown lingered in his mind’s eye.

  “We’re having breakfast in the mess hall,” said Rebecca. “I’ll meet you in there, honey.”

  She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and then turned and left through the door. Jack walked over to his bed and sat down on it, only noticing that his mother’s presence, alone in the room with him, had been enough to give him a hard on.

  This is so fucked up. But then again, everything in the world is pretty
fucked up now.

  He spent a minute or two picking out a t-shirt, finally settling on one that was plain, black, and in his size. Jack pulled on socks and his boots and then headed out into the bunk room.

  Everyone else had apparently already headed off to breakfast. He walked quickly down the hall, across the main operations room, and then into the mess hall.

  “There he is!” The Colonel was at the head of the table, looking and sounding very pleased with himself. “Last but not least! Come, have a seat, Jack. Jessica already fixed you a plate.”

  There was an open seat to the right of Private Bradford with a plate of food sitting on it. Jessica smiled at him and patted the stool, and Jack walked over and sat down on it.

  “Thanks,” he said. “I’m off to a slow start this morning. The bed was almost too comfortable for me to get out of.”

  Molly giggled from across the table and shot him a look.

  “I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “Having an actual bed again is going to take a little getting used to. Just the right amount of cushioning for all of our needs.”

  She winked obviously at Jack, and Jessica giggled next to him. He turned his attention down to his food, feeling a little too out of sorts to flirt properly.

  “This looks amazing,” he said. “Jessica, did you cook all of this?”

  “The waffles were frozen, and the fruit on top is canned.” Jessica looked a little sheepish, as though she hadn’t intended to give up her secret so easily.

  “Well it tastes amazing,” said Jack.

  “Oh, thank you.” Jessica reached over under the table and rubbed Jack’s knee. She had a smile on her face that drew his attention to her figure.

  He’d noticed before that she was rather attractive, especially for an enlisted woman, but she’d changed out of her military uniform and into a much more casual blouse and jeans combo. Her soft, reddish blonde hair also looked straighter and softer than it had the day before. A spark flickered between the two of them as Jack stared into her eyes, each of them sizing the other up.

  The Colonel cleared his throat at the head of the table, drawing in the group’s attention.

  “So, I wanted to talk with all of you about what the situation inside of JENSEV.” The Colonel scanned the table, letting his gaze linger on each of them for a moment before continuing. “The three of you are, of course, my guests, but running a facility of this size has been difficult with just myself and Private Bradford on staff.”

  “We understand completely,” said Rebecca. “The least we can do is offer to pull our weight.”

  “Yeah, of course,” added Molly. “We already had to struggle to get by on the surface. We don’t mind working for our keep.”

  Colonel Taylor smiled. There was something in his expression that made Jack feel a little wary, but he pushed it out of mind as the military commander continued.

  “Excellent.” He scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling. “Private Bradford, would you mind finding some cleaning and maintenance work for Molly and Rebecca to take care of? Come see me once they’ve been given tasks and can be left on their own.”

  “Yes, sir!” Jessica’s hand, which had been lingering on Jack’s knee for just a little longer than a platonically correct length of time, shot up to her brow as she saluted.

  “What about me?” asked Jack.

  “Jack, I’m going to have you help me out with a different task,” said Colonel. “It’s a little repetitive, but I assure you that you’ll take to it in good time.”

  That’s a little vague, isn’t it?

  Jack nodded, feeling his curiosity outweighing his suspicion.

  “Alright, sure.” He finished the last of his waffles and pushed the plate out from in front of him. Everyone else had also finished breakfast, and the Colonel slowly pulled himself to his feet at the head of the table.

  “You can decide when to take a break for lunch for your group, Private Bradford, and I’ll do the same for myself and Jack.” He nodded to the three women. “Alright, let’s not waste any time. There is a lot to do, and not enough hours in the day to do it in.”

  Jack watched as Jessica led his mom and Molly out of the mess hall and into the main operations room. They both waved back to him, and Jack felt a strange twinge of sadness tug at his heartstrings.

  They’re just working in a different section of the facility. No big deal.

  “Come on Jack,” said the Colonel. “We’re headed into one of the sections of the facility that you still haven’t seen yet.”

  “Alright.” Jack waited for the old man to hobble over him. His limp looked a little bit more pronounced than it had the day before.

  “Keep your hands to yourself and don’t touch anything,” said the Colonel. “This base is a military installation, despite what’s happened to the outside world. If you fool around, we could all very easily end up dead from you being a dummy and hitting the wrong button.”

  “Of course.” Jack smiled. “Do I have to call you ‘sir’ and salute like Private Bradford does?”

  He’d meant the quip as a joke, but the Colonel did not look amused.

  “Just do what I say,” said the Colonel. “We have important work to do, you and I.”

  Jack followed him to the north end of the operations room. The door in the back had been the only one they hadn’t been through on their tour. The Colonel walked over to a panel next to it and punched a long string of numbers into the keypad. There was a click in the doorframe, and when the old man went to open it, it swung forward easily.

  “Welcome to the special operations wing, Jack.”

  Immediately after stepping beyond the threshold of the door, it became clear to Jack why this section of the facility was behind a locked door. An open door to his immediate left inside the new hallway revealed a well-stocked armory, full of shotguns, assault rifles, and larger weapons that Jack couldn’t guess at the purpose of. Colonel Taylor was watching him with a smile as he admired the arsenal.

  “Yes, that’s our munitions center,” he said. “Nothing in there is loaded, and the ammo is kept secure in a vault in another room. Just so you know.”

  They continued forward. There was a second computer room, this one with fewer terminals, but many more monitors per each one. Beyond that was a staircase that led down to a hatch in the floor, presumably to the basement that the Colonel had mentioned the day before.

  “Here we are.” Colonel Taylor stopped in front of a door that was closed, punching more numbers into another panel before pushing it open. “Come on in, Jack.”

  Jack stepped through the door before the Colonel and heard the door click shut behind him. The room was relatively empty, save for a single monitor on one of the walls, a couple of chairs next to a table, and a larger chair that was tipped back at an angle, almost like a mixture between an operating table and a dentist’s seat.

  “What are we in here for?”

  The Colonel sighed. He walked over to a cupboard in the wall and began digging through it. Jack couldn’t see his hands, but when he pulled them out, they were holding two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

  “Jack, I hate to do this, but we need to talk some more about what I brought up last night.” The Colonel set the alcohol down on the table and poured them each a glass. “And I thought a bit of whiskey might help make the conversation go a little easier. This is from my private stash, mind you.”

  Jack furrowed his brow as the Colonel passed him a glass.

  “You do know that I’m only 18, right?”

  “Oh, shut up, kid.” The Colonel smiled at him. “Age doesn’t matter in the world, anymore.”

  Jack took a sip of the whiskey. It tasted bitter and acrid, much more than the wine had the night before. He coughed into his hand, and the Colonel chuckled.

  “Yeah, that’s some strong stuff,” said the Colonel. “Why don’t you take a seat over there?”

  Jack stepped backward over to one of the chairs tucked up against the table. He
could already feel the alcohol affecting him, making each step feel like an act of faith.

  Am I really this much of a lightweight? I didn’t handle the wine too badly…

  He took another sip, trying to man up and push through the discomfort. The Colonel had a strange look on his face and was watching him intently.

  “So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” asked Jack.

  The Colonel smiled.

  “What lengths would you, personally, go to in order to save the world, Jack?”

  “…What?”

  Something isn’t right here…

  “I thought this was all a bad dream, all the way through the night of the impact until the next morning.” The Colonel sighed and shook his head. “It’s not a bad dream, though, Jack. It’s reality.”

  Jack started to answer, but it was suddenly hard to find the words he wanted to say.

  “How are you feeling?” The Colonel leaned his face in close to Jack’s over the table, smiling broadly. Jack glanced over at the table where the other man had set his glass and noticed that he hadn’t taken a sip.

  I walked right into this. Fuck.

  “Just relax, Jack,” said the Colonel. “We’re going to save the world together.”

  Jack tried to stand up, but only managed to tip himself out of his chair and onto the ground. He lifted his head up as far as he could and stared at Colonel Taylor.

  “…Why?” The word was only just audible, but it was all that Jack could manage.

  “Because if I left this to chance, I don’t think things would end well,” said the Colonel. “I’m used to micromanaging.”

  What the…?

  Jack tried to yell, to call for help, to warn Molly and his mother. But nothing came out when he opened his mouth. He felt his eyes closing shut like window shades released from their catch, and the room faded to black.

  CHAPTER 40

  “He’s waking up.”

  A deep, throbbing pain pulsed through Jack’s head. His felt heavy, and hard to open. He could just barely make out the voices of Jessica and Colonel Taylor conversing.