“Mom, that doesn’t make any sense,” said Julius. “It couldn’t have killed everyone. I’m still alive, and I feel fine.”
She seemed to snap back to reality, as though realizing what it meant for him to be there in front of her.
“Oh god, no, sweetie!” she cried. “We, we have to get you to quarantine! Do you feel okay? Don’t let yourself fall asleep! It always seems to happen after going to sleep!”
“I’m not tired mom, relax,” he said. “Don’t panic, we’ll figure things out.”
“Julius, I’m so…happy,” she said, stepping towards him. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
He smiled at her, and held his arms open. Laura stepped into his embrace, leaning her head against her son’s chest. Her hair was so soft, and he felt his lower half responding to the feeling of having her body so close, even though she was his mother.
Laura looked up at him, and his eyes met hers. Something outside of the reality he had once known and lived in was happening and there was no way for him to stop it, but all he could think about in the moment was how beautiful and enticing his mom’s eyes were. He felt his face drawing closer to hers, and then their lips met.
The embrace instantly seemed to heat up and become something illicit, and sexually compelling. Julius felt his hands running up and down his mom’s back, and she lifted her leg up slightly and pushed her crotch against him. His cock was quickly stirring in his pants, but before things could go any further, an alarm went off on Laura’s phone.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” she said. “That’s for the pie I’m baking. We’re having a memorial tomorrow morning at the church.”
Julius coughed, and a strange, awkward silence seemed to descend over the room. He had no idea what had just happened between him and his mom. It must just be the tension of the situation, or how relieved she was to find out that he was alive, he thought.
“Mom…” he said. “If everything you’ve told me is true, then how am I not dead?”
“I have no idea sweetie, and frankly, I don’t care,” she replied. “I’m just glad that you’re alive.”
She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“Please, let me make you dinner,” Laura said. “With Liza still away and your father…well, let’s just say it’s been very lonely around here lately.
“Alright mom, thanks,” said Julius. “At this point, I could definitely use a hot meal.”
Last Man Alive by Anya Merchant
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