After the Fall: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  He took a hobbled step in closer to them. Jack began to wish that his mom had undone his restraints, and he could make a move to free them.

  “The two of you, along with Jessica, and that other girl you brought with you, are the most valuable people on this entire planet. The VIPs of an entire world. The people that will breed the next generation of humanity, the essential survivors. I’d rather kill myself than risk harming a hair on anyone of your heads. Hell, I’d let you kill me if it came down to it.”

  The Colonel had an intense look in his eyes that screamed of truth. Jack tried to push the man’s words out of his head, but a voice nagged at him in the back of his head.

  What if he’s right? His methods are insane, but what if he’s right?

  “Alright, if the discussion’s over, I’ll leave you to it then.” The Colonel opened the door and began to slip out of it before either Jack or his mom had time to react. “The drug should be kicking in for you pretty soon, Rebecca. Judging by your son’s condition, he should be coming up on peak intensity, too.”

  Rebecca made a dash for the door, but Colonel Taylor had shut it securely and locked it by the time she reached it. She twisted at the handle, but it was useless.

  “That jerk.” Rebecca shook her head and walked back over to Jack. “I can’t believe that he thinks that there would be any way we’d go along with this, with or without drugs.”

  I’m not sure I can control myself right now. My cock is in complete control of me.

  “Mom.” Jack shook his head as Rebecca began to undo his restraints. “You… might want to leave those on.”

  “What? Don’t be ridiculous.” His mom ran her hand through his hair. “I feel fine. We’ve been through this before, Jack. We can both control ourselves.”

  She continued removing the straps without waiting for Jack to argue his point further. The second he was able to move his arms and legs again, Jack turned away from her, trying to keep his gaze off her body.

  I’ve never seen her look this hot and alluring before. She’s my mother, I can’t!

  “Jack, are you okay?” Rebecca walked up behind Jack and set her hands on his shoulders. She gently began rubbing them, and Jack felt his cock throb against the confines of his jeans.

  “Mom… I’m serious,” said Jack. He pushed his way over into the corner of his room. Even back during the roughest, most hormonal years of puberty, Jack had never felt so horny. He had to make an effort to keep his hands away from his cock, fearing that further stimulation might reduce his willpower to nothing.

  “Oh, I’m starting to feel a little…” Rebecca’s voice was shaky and heated. “Jack, I feel really funny.”

  “It’s just the drug, mom,” said Jack. “It makes you a lot more sensitive to…”

  To what? Sex, stimulation, the idea of fucking a family member?

  “We need to see if we can find a way out,” he said. “Maybe there is a way to get the door open from the inside? Or we could, we could…”

  It was becoming hard for him to think clearly. Images of naked women, some of whom looked a suspicious amount like his mom, flashed through his mind. He finally turned back towards her, resolving that just looking at her wasn’t enough to cross a line.

  “Does it feel hot in here, honey?” Rebecca was breathing quickly, and her hands were roaming across the outside of her dress, feeling her breasts and inner thighs. “I feel really hot.”

  “It’s just the drug, mom.” Jack took a step towards her. It felt as though his cock was pulling him forward, pulling him into a forbidden trap that he’d never be able to escape from.

  Keep it together. Mom isn’t stupid, she won’t let me take things that far, even if I try.

  “I think I need to cool off.” Rebecca slowly began to pull the summer dress up and over her head. Jack’s cock throbbed as he stared at the skin that was slowly revealed by the motion, savoring the sight of his mom in her white lace bra and panties.

  “Jeez, mom,” said Jack. “Listen, you have to try to fight it. It’s just a drug. We’re still the ones in control.”

  “I, I know, sweetie,” said Rebecca. “You’re right, of course.”

  Her face was bright red, and it looked as though she was trying to keep one of her hands from sliding down to her crotch.

  Take your clothes off. It is really hot in here, and your mom already did, after all.

  Jack knew that the voice in his head wasn’t one of logic or reason, but he went along with it anyway, pulling off his t-shirt and jeans and leaving on only his boxers. His cock was visibly tenting them, and when he glanced over at his mom, she was staring directly at it.

  “Is there any other way out of this room?” asked Rebecca. Jack shook his head and took a step towards her that made the room feel even hotter.

  “I… I don’t think so.”

  “And there is no way that we can get the door open?” Rebecca’s voice was lusty, and her cadence expressed what was on both of their minds perfectly.

  “No, I don’t think we can,” said Jack. “We’re locked in here, together, and…”

  And we’re both unbelievably horny…

  “It’s going to be okay,” said Rebecca. Jack stared at her, his mother, the woman who had raised him, and realized that he’d never seen her like this before. She was horny, but it was clear that there was an immense amount of love for him mixed in with it. The two emotions were almost impossible to separate out in his fogged state of mind.

  “We’ll be fine, mom.” Jack walked over to her, his heart racing out of his chest.

  “Sweetie…” Rebecca opened her arms and pulled him into a hug. Jack felt his erection pushing against his stomach. He started grinding it against her, his guilt and shame weighing heavily on him.

  I can’t stop myself. She feels so good…

  “Mom, let’s just…” Jack’s voice was just a whisper. “Let’s pretend. He has a camera in here. If we can fool him, we can get out.”

  “Ok,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. “We can just… pretend.”

  Jack’s hands instantly began running down the soft skin of his mom’s back, coming to rest on top of her pantie covered butt. He pushed his cock against her harder, feeling her soft tits mash into his chest.

  It’s just pretend. It’s just pretend.

  Rebecca gripped his cock through his boxers and gave it a soft, loving squeeze. One of her legs lifted up slightly, and she moved it so that Jack’s member had easier access to her crotch.

  “Do you think that’s enough for him?” she whispered.

  “No.” Jack brought his lips to his mom’s neck and began planting soft kisses on it. “We have to take it further.”

  As he moved to kiss his mom on the lips, she pulled back slightly.

  “Honey, I don’t know…”

  “We have to make it seem real,” whispered Jack. “But it’s just pretend.”

  He leaned forward again and brought his mouth to hers. The second his lips touched hers, the two began kissing with weeks of pent up passion and lust.

  “Oh god!” Rebecca let out an erotic sigh as Jack began groping at one of her breasts. He maneuvered her over to the nearby table and sat her down on it.

  I’m pretending to fuck my own mother. I’m just pretending.

  In their new position, his cock was now level with his mom’s face. Before he could say or even hint at anything, she leaned forward and gave the tip of it a soft, wet, tantalizing lick.

  “Jesus!” Jack had to put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself. Rebecca giggled and glanced up at him.

  “Did that feel good, honey?” She nuzzled her cheek against his dick head as she asked the question, letting a bit of his precum dribble onto her face.

  Jack nodded. His mom licked her lips, and then took the tip of his penis into her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck….”

  Nothing, real or pretend, has ever felt this good before. I almost want to cry.

  Rebecca bobbed her head back
and forth, pressing her hands on to her son’s thighs as she enthusiastically sucked him off. Jack like every passing second of pleasure was going to be the one to push him over the edge and into cumming, but somehow, he continued to hold out.

  She popped her mouth off his cock for a brief second and licked it several times before glancing back up at him.

  “Is it working?” she whispered. “Do you think he’s watching?”

  Jack had forgotten that what they were doing had been part of a plan.

  “Maybe… if we keep going, mom,” he said, feeling ashamed and overwhelmed with horniness.”

  Rebecca stroked his cock with her hand a couple of times and then began planting soft kisses on it. She started at the very base of his shaft and continued kissing all the way up to the tip, each one imparting a bit of motherly affection and perverse sexual pleasure.

  Jack stopped her as she started to suck again. He pushed her back on the table, lying her underwear-clad body down on top of it and climbing onto her.

  “Oh god, honey.” Rebecca had a lusty expression on her face, but Jack could tell from the way that she was shaking her head that her logic and morals were holding strong. “We really have to just pretend for this, okay? Even though…”

  Even though it would feel insanely good. Even though both of our bodies want it and need it.

  Jack nodded his head and then leaned in close.

  “We can make it look real without actually taking it too far mom,” he whispered. “Trust me.”

  Jack’s cock was achingly hard and painfully swollen, but he still tried to keep himself restrained as he moved into position between his mother’s legs. The look on her face was a fusion of the mom he knew and loved, and a sex-starved vixen, desperate for action.

  “I’m just going to push forward, a little.” Jack pulled his boxers down, somewhat contradicting his own nonchalant words as he brought his body into contact with hers. The silken fabric of her bra made her breasts feel like soft pillows, and his cock grazed against the same fabric on her panties and practically screamed for more stimulation.

  “Honey…” Rebecca stared up at him, her eyes drinking in the sight of the boy she had raised and the man who was on top of her. She slowly wrapped her legs around him almost involuntarily, trapping him against her.

  “I have to make it look realistic, mom.” Jack slowly began to grind his dick against her, grabbing onto her waist and grunting as he played pretend. It was different from the blowjob, much less flippant, and much more primal. It wasn’t something that either of them could brush off easily, and it was about as close to fucking as two people could get without actual penetration.

  “Faster, sweetie.” Rebecca pulled his head in close to her shoulder and whispered the words into his ear. The sent fire racing through his body, and Jack felt himself losing control.

  I need more than that. It needs to look even more real.

  His mind was fogged over, and the shameful, sickening logic spurred on Jack’s next action. He reached one of his hands down to his mom’s panties and gently pulled them aside.

  “Jack…” whispered his mom. “What are you-“

  The word was cut off as Jack pushed forward, slipping the head of his cock into her tight, wet pussy. Both of them let out cries of pleasure, and Jack felt something snap inside of him.

  He started pumping into his mom, not like a man making love to his wife or longtime girlfriend, but like someone having real, passionate, lust-crazed sex for the first time. His mom was screaming, and he wasn’t sure if it was words or just cries of ecstasy. Jack’s only focus was on thrusting into her, using every muscle in his body to push every inch of his cock in deep.

  “Fuck mom!” He cried. “Oh god, oh god yes!”

  This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for, for so long.

  The demon had been summoned. Jack reached up and pawed at his mom’s bra. She didn’t stop him, but immediately after he’d pulled it down and exposed her beautiful nipples to the open air, she pulled it back up.

  “Oh god, Jack!” Rebecca was arching her hips up in time with his thrusts, but the look on her face was one of intense conflict. Jack leaned in to kiss her and she held a hand up to his lips, caressing his hair like a child instead.

  I’m the one losing it. She’s still mom. I’m the one out of control.

  The thought wasn’t enough to keep Jack from fucking his mother’s tight pussy. It made the sex he’d had with Jessica seem like a handjob, in comparison. His mom was better in every way, and she’d always been there for him.

  “It’s just…” Rebecca was biting her lip, and her cheeks were bright red as she forced the words out. “It’s just pretend, Jack.”

  He heard her, though it was hard to make sense of her words. Their bodies were slapping together like a percussion instrument of flesh. Jack realized that he was moaning out loud even louder than she was.

  His pace intensified, and he could tell from the look on his mom’s face that it wasn’t what she wanted. She shook her head slightly, and then pointed towards the door. Vaguely, Jack could hear footsteps approaching.

  Rebecca twisted underneath him suddenly, and before he could move his cock back into her, she had slipped away. Jack watched as she quickly crossed her legs and instead brought her mouth down to his cock, sucking him off instead of letting him fuck her any further. It didn’t feel quite as good, but it didn’t matter. He ran his hand through his mom’s hair as he felt himself reach his limit.

  “Fuck!” Jack pulled his mom’s head forward as he blasted his load into her mouth. Rebecca moved his hand and interlaced her fingers with his own, staring up at him with motherly eyes.

  What… what just happened?

  The door on the other side of the room opened. Colonel Taylor was standing behind it with his arms folded, looking displeased.

  “That wasn’t what I wanted, but it will have to do.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can only hope that this experience will be enough for the both of you to move past your petty hang-ups. I’ll be waiting outside, knock on the door once you’ve put your clothes on.”

  Jack barely heard him. He was lying flat on the table, totally exhausted, and overwhelmed by guilt.

  “It was the drug, Jack.” His mom was quicker to recover, and she stood next to him in her underwear, gently caressing his hair. “That’s all it was, just a drug.”

  “Mom, I…”

  I still want to fuck you, even now. More than I ever have before in my life.

  “I don’t blame you, Jack,” whispered his mom. “And we’ve essentially gone this far before. We can still step back from here, and go back to normal.”

  Can we? Can we really?

  CHAPTER 42

  Jack avoided his mom’s gaze as he pulled his clothes on. The air in the room felt weighty, almost as though it was filled with water, sounds dampened, and movements slowed. Jack waited until his mom had her dress back on before walking over to the metal door and knocking on it three times. It immediately opened.

  “Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, why don’t the two of you-“

  Jack flung his fist into the Colonel’s face, cutting him off in midsentence. The military man crumpled to the ground, and Jack moved forward to continue his onslaught.

  “You bastard!”

  “Jack, no!” Rebecca pulled his arm back, and he felt the fight slowly drain out of him. Colonel Taylor coughed as he picked himself back up and then spat on the ground.

  “There is a very good chance that I deserved that,” he said. “But there’s also a good chance that what I just did increased humanity’s chance of survival ten times over.”

  “You drugged us, locked us in a room together and have the audacity to claim that you were helping humanity?” Jack glared at him and shook his head. “You’re just a demented pervert with a god complex.”

  “Look at what’s going on, Jack!” The Colonel shouted back him, gesturing with his hand at the walls of the hallway. “Look w
here we are right now, and then stop and think!”

  Rebecca stepped in closer to her son and grabbed onto one of his arms softly.

  “Jack, this is probably it. I’m not stupid, and neither are you.” The Colonel turned away from the wall of the hallway and then leaned his back against it. “JENSEV, this fortress that we’re in, is probably going to end up being nothing more than a fancy, metal tomb.”

  “Why?” Jack asked the question through tightly clenched teeth. “Why would you say that now, of all times?”

  “Because it’s the fucking truth,” said the Colonel. “Sure, there might be other humans left. Maybe a couple scattered per ever thousand square miles or so. Unfortunately, it’s not going to be enough on its own. We’re an endangered species now, Jack.”

  Jack and Rebecca were silent. The Colonel shook his head and then pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth and slowly began chewing on the filter.

  “Do you know the one thing all endangered species have in common?” The Colonel waited for a moment, long enough for Jack to wonder if his question was rhetorical. “The one thing they have in common is that the same habits and hang-ups that may once have helped them survive are usually what condemn them to extinction.”

  “That’s what you have to say? After what you’ve done?” Jack was still angry, and he didn’t bother trying to conceal the emotion in his voice. “That’s your justification for why it’s fine for you to push us into doing what we did?”

  Doing what we did. I can’t even say it out loud.

  The Colonel shook his head and pointed his finger at Jack sharply.

  “No!” He spoke with more vehemence than Jack had been expecting. “What I did, what I had to do, was for the two of you as much as it was for humanity, or for me, or the future.”

  Jack looked over at his mom. She was listening to what the Colonel was saying and waiting for him to go on.

  “You have something that most people never experience in their life, at least not in any more than the most fleeting, brief moments. I see the way you look at each other, the way you care for each other! It’s complicated, and heavy, and unorthodox, but it’s love, and passion.”