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Authors: Anya Merchant
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you’re still my mother!” Jack felt his determination returning in a wave. “I love you, and for me to do something like, like that…”
Rebecca looked at him, her eyes full of love, and caressed his cheek. She brought her face in close to his, close enough that he could feel the heat in her breath and the vibration in her voice.
“I love you too, honey,” she whispered.
CHAPTER 8
Jack spent the next few hours pushing through each second, trying to casually keep his distance from his mom. He felt uncomfortable, confused by every bit of what Molly had told them.
This is too weird. I can deal with being trapped down here, and with the end of the world, but this…
Unfortunately, the emergency shelter was far too small for him to be able to avoid her for long. He spent a while going through the last of the supplies and found a box of books stored away underneath the more practical equipment. He picked one of them out to read for himself, and looked up to see his mom sitting on the bed, humming and working two knitting needles around a ball of yarn.
How is she so unaffected by all of this?
Even with a book to read, it was still incredibly hard for Jack to escape from the situation. The shelter only really had one room, with both the kitchen and the bathroom too small for him to get comfortable in. He staked out a corner of the main room to sit down, but even the empty silence felt intimate, almost illicit.
He was watching her out of the corner of his eye. As much as he wanted to put what Molly had suggested completely out of his mind, he couldn’t, and it manifested in the way he consciously interpreted her figure.
Every little movement Rebecca made drew more of Jack’s attention to her body, her soft curves, beautiful long hair, and long slender fingers. She was smiling slightly as she went about her knitting, a real smile, beautiful and rare under the circumstances.
“Mom…” Jack said, finally breaking the silence late into the day. “You aren’t going to… say anything, about it?”
Rebecca turned and looked up at him. She was still his mother, and her eyes accepted him as her son, without judgment.
“We don’t have to say anything about it.” She cleared her throat, as though trying to clear out the tension from the room along with it. “I know it’s a hard thing to talk about, or to even think about. Let’s just wait for now, and let things play out naturally.”
Let things play out naturally? What the hell does that mean?
Before he could ask, his mother had stood up and begun walking towards the kitchen.
“I’m going to get started on dinner,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind canned soup because it’s just about all we have that I can serve warm.”
Jack found another TV show for them to watch on the monitor, this time a comedy. Rebecca brought out the food once it was ready and wordlessly passed him a bowl. Jack glanced down at it and then back up at her, frustrated by how tense things had become.
“Mom, I don’t want to be like this,” he said. “Why don’t we just pretend that Molly never said anything, and go back to normal? We don’t have to…”
Don’t have to what? Act like we’re in the middle of an awkward hookup?
“That’s one way for us to deal with the tension.” His mom smiled at him, as though she had a secret that she couldn’t tell him. “I’m not sure if that’s something we really can do, though, honey.”
Jack felt his cock stirring in his pants like an unwelcome party guest.
“So what do you suggest, then?” He felt stupid even just asking the question, as though he was dancing around the obvious.
“Let’s just eat a nice dinner, and enjoy each other’s company,” said Rebecca. “And then we’ll head to bed and… enjoy each other’s company there, as well.”
She can’t possibly mean what I think she means, can she?
The silence returned. Jack ate his food as quickly as possible to avoid having to endure it for very
Rebecca looked at him, her eyes full of love, and caressed his cheek. She brought her face in close to his, close enough that he could feel the heat in her breath and the vibration in her voice.
“I love you too, honey,” she whispered.
CHAPTER 8
Jack spent the next few hours pushing through each second, trying to casually keep his distance from his mom. He felt uncomfortable, confused by every bit of what Molly had told them.
This is too weird. I can deal with being trapped down here, and with the end of the world, but this…
Unfortunately, the emergency shelter was far too small for him to be able to avoid her for long. He spent a while going through the last of the supplies and found a box of books stored away underneath the more practical equipment. He picked one of them out to read for himself, and looked up to see his mom sitting on the bed, humming and working two knitting needles around a ball of yarn.
How is she so unaffected by all of this?
Even with a book to read, it was still incredibly hard for Jack to escape from the situation. The shelter only really had one room, with both the kitchen and the bathroom too small for him to get comfortable in. He staked out a corner of the main room to sit down, but even the empty silence felt intimate, almost illicit.
He was watching her out of the corner of his eye. As much as he wanted to put what Molly had suggested completely out of his mind, he couldn’t, and it manifested in the way he consciously interpreted her figure.
Every little movement Rebecca made drew more of Jack’s attention to her body, her soft curves, beautiful long hair, and long slender fingers. She was smiling slightly as she went about her knitting, a real smile, beautiful and rare under the circumstances.
“Mom…” Jack said, finally breaking the silence late into the day. “You aren’t going to… say anything, about it?”
Rebecca turned and looked up at him. She was still his mother, and her eyes accepted him as her son, without judgment.
“We don’t have to say anything about it.” She cleared her throat, as though trying to clear out the tension from the room along with it. “I know it’s a hard thing to talk about, or to even think about. Let’s just wait for now, and let things play out naturally.”
Let things play out naturally? What the hell does that mean?
Before he could ask, his mother had stood up and begun walking towards the kitchen.
“I’m going to get started on dinner,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind canned soup because it’s just about all we have that I can serve warm.”
Jack found another TV show for them to watch on the monitor, this time a comedy. Rebecca brought out the food once it was ready and wordlessly passed him a bowl. Jack glanced down at it and then back up at her, frustrated by how tense things had become.
“Mom, I don’t want to be like this,” he said. “Why don’t we just pretend that Molly never said anything, and go back to normal? We don’t have to…”
Don’t have to what? Act like we’re in the middle of an awkward hookup?
“That’s one way for us to deal with the tension.” His mom smiled at him, as though she had a secret that she couldn’t tell him. “I’m not sure if that’s something we really can do, though, honey.”
Jack felt his cock stirring in his pants like an unwelcome party guest.
“So what do you suggest, then?” He felt stupid even just asking the question, as though he was dancing around the obvious.
“Let’s just eat a nice dinner, and enjoy each other’s company,” said Rebecca. “And then we’ll head to bed and… enjoy each other’s company there, as well.”
She can’t possibly mean what I think she means, can she?
The silence returned. Jack ate his food as quickly as possible to avoid having to endure it for very
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