“Yeah, it is,” he replied.
Rebecca grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it up and over her head. Jack felt his mom planting soft kisses on his chest and stomach before he’d even gotten the garment completely off.
He fumbled at the button of his jeans, and Rebecca stepped in and did it for him, as though he was back to being a toddler and needed help undressing himself. Jack felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal as memories of that time in his life flashed through his head, Rebecca along with them.
His confusion was pushed aside as his mom pulled his jeans down to the ground and began pawing at his hard, aching cock. Jack moaned with pleasure, and Rebecca smiled at him as though that was exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for.
“Do you like that?” she whispered.
Jack nodded, and then almost jumped in surprise as one of her fingers traced along the waistband of his boxers.
“Jack, I’m sure about this,” she whispered. “But if you’re not… if you’re too embarrassed or ashamed, we don’t have to-“
“No,” said Jack, feeling his horniness overwhelming all else. “I’m sure.”
“Good.” His mom slipped her hand completely into his boxers and wrapped it around his hard cock, sending pleasure blazing through him. “Oh wow, you’re so big, and hard.”
Dirty talk… from my own mother?
“Did I do this to you sweetie?” Rebecca smiled at him as she pulled his boxers down over his erection and slowly began to stroke.
“Oh god, mom!” Jack was in sexual ecstasy, completely at the mercy of the gorgeous, off-limits woman that he’d relied on for so much throughout his life.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, honey,” she whispered. “Oooh yes, just let me take care of you, Jack.”
Jack reached his hands around to his mom’s bra clasp, fumbling with the same mechanism that he’d helped secure only a couple of minutes before. Rebecca laughed, took her hand from his cock, and did it for him, keeping the bra held against her ample bosom and slowly licking her lips.
“Do you want to see my breasts, Jack?” She smiled, and slowly began to pull her bra down. Jack nodded and felt his mouth fall open as her perfect nipples slowly came into view.
He’d seen his mom’s boobs before, but never like this. They were big and hung on her frame just right, and the perky pink nipples dotting the center were works of perfection. This time, however, they were for him. His mom was smiling at him and presenting her chest forward, practically begging for him to touch and caress them.
We’re really doing this. Am I a pervert? Am I broken?
Rebecca closed the distance between them and pulled Jack’s face down into her cleavage. At the same time, she lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around him, rubbing her panty-covered mound against his hard, sensitive shaft.
“You’re so eager,” whispered his mom. “You’ve always been so eager, Jack.”
Jack kissed her breasts, slowly dropping his lips lower until he was using his mouth and tongue to lick and suckle on her nipples. Rebecca continued grinding against him, letting one of her fingers trace the length of his shaft.
There was an illicit momentum to the encounter, and as Jack leaned forward and kissed his mom again, he felt their bodies locking together, pulled by erotic magnetism. He groped at his mom’s buttocks, pushing his cock even more purposefully against her panties.
The towel was nearby, and the two of them lowered down to it in tandem. Jack felt his entire body pulsing with intense pleasure and excitement. His mind was fogged over with desire, and he ached for the release that he knew his mom could give him.
This is really happening.
Rebecca was underneath him, and she slowly pulled her panties down, putting the entirety of her gorgeous naked body on display for her son.
“Alright, sweetie,” she whispered. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Am I ready? Could I ever be ready for this?
Jack’s horny, needy body responded before his mind could answer its own question. He pressed the tip of his cock against the entrance of her pussy and felt an ecstatic shiver run through his body.
Even locked in JENSEV, drugged with the aphrodisiac, hadn’t felt anything like what was in Jack now. His cock throbbed and he slipped the head of it inside of his mother, feeling her body tense up underneath him.
“Oh god,” moaned Rebecca. “That’s it, Jack. Don’t hold back.”
“Mom!” Jack’s cock was overwhelmed with pleasure, enough to make him feel confused and doubtful about what was happening.
This feels too good. How can it feel this good?
“Just… just go slow, at first,” whispered his mom. “There’s no need to rush… Oh god!”
Jack pushed deeper in as his mom was in midsentence. He wasn’t intentionally ignoring her, it had just become impossible for him to focus on anything other than his throbbing, aching, cock.
Mom has what I need. She’s always had it.
Jack grabbed his mom’s trim waist and tried to slide even deeper in. Her pussy was tight, and Rebecca leaned at an angle as he went that kept him from taking control.
“Easy, sweetie,” she whispered. “Relax…”
She pulled his face forward and kissed him. Jack felt her tongue flick inside his mouth, and he pushed his own out in response, almost mirroring the act of insertion of his cock. As they broke from the kiss, his mom cupped his cheek in her hand and held their faces close together. Jack looked into her eyes and saw true, nonjudgmental, motherly love staring back at him.
“Go ahead, honey,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
Jack pushed forward. His mom’s pussy was being expanded by his cock, a hot, wet sheath that was just a size too small for his girth. Rebecca gasped as Jack groped at her breasts and went even deeper, continuing forward until he was balls deep inside of her.
“Oh wow, mom,” he moaned. “Jesus…”
Nothing can compare to this. I will never be able to look at sex the same way again.
Jack’s body began to move with a will of its own. It almost reminded him of being a part of a dance performance in which the music was slowly speeding up. He wasn’t in control, his body was, and he was alright with it. The pleasure of the act had made him an addict, and only his mom could give him his fix.
“Jack!” Rebecca stared up at him, her breasts bouncing back and forth with his every thrust. The smell of sex was on the air, erotic and heavy.
Jack had thought about Rebecca once while masturbating, back long before the impact. The thoughts of her had snuck into his mind, and try as he might, he hadn’t been able to push them aside. The orgasm at the end had been unbelievably powerful, only balanced out by the shame and guilt that came with the afterglow.
The situation he found himself in now was like that, except on steroids. His mother was underneath him, and his cock was actually inside of her. All of the boundaries and mental barriers that were designed to prevent such a sick, perverted act from happening had been bypassed. And Jack felt pleasure that couldn’t be compared to anything else.
“Mom, oh mom!” Jack felt her pussy tighten around his cock, stroking him off from within. “You’re so fucking tight!”
“Oh, yeah, sweetie,” moaned Rebecca. “Just like that!”
Her legs wrapped around them, locking them into the sexual embrace completely. Jack could feel his mom’s soft body and big breasts, and knew it was all his. For once, he’d finally taken it.
“Honey, I’m going to…” Rebecca’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re going to make me cum.”
The words set Jack’s body on fire. He was slamming his cock into her and brought his enthusiasm up to the next level. They were both moaning and calling out, and he tried not to think about how close the camp was, how easy it would be for the others to overhear.
“Jack!” His mom’s body tensed up, and Jack redoubled his efforts. The pleasure in his cock felt like it couldn’t get any more in
tense, and then suddenly, it did.
“Mom!” Jack thrust forward hard as his cock reached its limit. He continued thrusting even as it exploded, spraying his horny, eager cum deep into her dripping wet pussy. He kept pushing forward even as the pleasure threatened to drive him insane, and even as he realized that he’d gone to a place that there was no coming back from.
The two of them were still. Jack could hear the sound of the river flowing nearby, along with birds chirping in the trees, and his mom’s soft breathing.
“We’ve come a long way,” she whispered. Jack shifted so that his face with even with hers, and then nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “We have.”
THE END
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CHAPTER 1
The crack of thunder was loud, but flattened and hollowed by the sea water above Ben’s head. His fingers were cold, long past the point of having any feeling left in them.
I have to swim, get to the surface. I have to breathe.
His lungs burned for air as though they had never tasted it before. He kicked his legs underneath him in frantic swings, his movements slowed and subdued. One of Ben's shins struck something hard and sharp, a rock jutting out from the edge of the rock face ahead of him.
I’m going to die. This is it.
With the last of his energy, Ben burst up through the surface of the water, gasping for air. The rain was coming down in thick sheets, and it took him a moment to catch his breath. He couldn’t see anything, and then the sky flashed with more lightening, followed by another crack of thunder, closer this time.
It was just him, alone in the water. He wasn’t supposed to be alone. Ben’s thoughts were a tangled mess, but that was one thing that he knew for certain. He wasn’t supposed to be alone.
He spun away from the rocks, not so much by choice as a result of his panicked, wild attempt at treading water, and saw the wave. It was coming from further out into the ocean and fully embodied the essence of the tempest that was already punishing him with the rain and thunder.
Why did it come to this? How did I end up here?
His thoughts were cut short as the water crashed over him. Ben let out a scream.
***
Against the water, it wouldn’t have reached far. But in his safe, comfortable bed, perfect and undisturbed outside of the sweat-soaked sheets that covered him, there was nothing to stop it from ripping through the room.
Ben sat up, breathing heavily as though his mind fought to distinguish memory from reality. He brought one of his hands to his heart and held it there over his t-shirt. His pulse was racing.
The same dream, again?
“Ben?” Rachel’s voice called into his room from the hallway. “Are you okay, honey?”
Slowly, Ben’s self-awareness began to come back to him. He was home, or at least in the place he now called home. Rachel, the woman who had taken him in after his accident, was right there with him. Everything was okay.
“Yeah, Rach, I’m fine.” Ben tried unsuccessfully to make his voice match the content of his words. He heard the door to his room slowly open, and saw Rachel standing in the dark outside of it.
She was 34 years old and, as always, full of compassion. Ben had known that from the beginning, since he’d first seen her sitting by his side at the hospital. She had been watching over him even though she had no reason to.
She was the one who found me on the shore that day. Maybe it was too much for her to just walk away from the situation, to dust her hands off.
It had been four years ago, back when Ben was only fourteen and still mostly a boy. His injuries had been severe, but the most crippling part of the accident had been what it had done to his memories, completely sweeping them from his mind as though wiping down a chalkboard.
“You don’t sound fine, Ben,” said Rachel, softly. “Was it a dream again?”
Ben nodded, though he wasn’t sure if she could see him in the dark as well as he could see her. The dream, along with all the other intense ones like it, was all that he had left of the person he’d been before the accident.
After he’d woken up, he’d still remembered basic facts about the world, what year it was, who the president was, how to do things and how to live. But anything pertaining to his own character, his own essence, had been lost, like water down the drain of a tub.
“Yeah,” said Ben. “The one with the storm.”
Rachel stepped forward into his room. It was early morning, but still dark outside. Ben could just barely make out her the outline of her petite nightgown. Rachel was a short woman, but with large breasts, a trim waist, and perfectly curved hips, the type of body that most men struggled to ignore.
I really shouldn’t think about her that way.
She walked over to his bed and sat down on it, letting one of her hands come to a rest on his thigh. Ben had always felt comfortable with Rachel, from the very start. She had brought him into her house, gone through the process of applying for foster status, and doted on him with sincere, uninhibited affection.
“It’s okay,” said Rachel. “Just relax. I know it’s scary, but you don’t have to worry anymore. You have a new life here, Ben.”
Rachel rubbed his leg and Ben felt her soft touch against him. He cared for her just as much as she cared for him, and could never relate to the rebellious way his classmates had acted with their parents. Rachel was all that he had, more than he felt like he deserved. It was simple with her, but at the same time, so very complicated.
She cares about me. There is nothing here for me to be confused about, is there?
Ben looked at Rachel and saw her eyes looking back at him with genuine endearment. He smiled and reached his hand over to her head, running his fingers through her soft hair. The two of them had always been close and had never shied away from hugging or kissing each other.
Their relationship managed to be very typical and very unorthodox at the same time, a juxtaposition of standards, an exaggerated caricature of a single parent household.
“At least it’s not the middle of the night.” Rachel leaned against Ben and whispered her words over to him. “This way, you won’t miss out on much sleep. It’s only another half hour or so until you’d be getting up for school, anyway.”
“Yeah, of course.” Ben let his hand shift on top of hers and felt her interlace her fingers with his.
I wish it were the middle of the night, and I could have her stay here with me, lie here in bed. She used to do it all the time, back when the nightmares were worse.
“I’ll always be here for you, Ben.” Rachel reached her free hand over and rubbed his head, before planting a soft kiss in his hair. “You’ve been my life for the past four years. I… care about you.”
I care about you too. I more than just care about you.
Ben knew that it was the same f
or her. He could almost sense her emotions, see it in the way she looked at him and said his name.
It was hard, especially given the fact that he was just coming into maturity when he’d ended up in her care. Rachel was single, with no children of her own, a four leaf clover in the realm of attractive women.
It was hard for either of them to come right out and talk about their emotions. Ben knew that it would forever change their relationship for the two of them to start using the word love to describe what they felt.
He felt so much more than that for her, and not all of it was clean cut and neatly identifiable.
Do I love her like a son, or…?
“I should start getting ready, Rachel,” said Ben, with a sigh. He watched her silhouette nod in the darkness and stand up.
“Okay.” She spread her arms out wide, and Ben couldn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to her well-formed breasts. “Can I get a good morning hug?”
Ben smiled and stood up into her embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, and for a moment, he managed to forget about anything other than how good it felt to be against her.
It feels too good, we shouldn’t be doing this.
Ben’s cock was slowly hardening, and the shame that came along with it was almost unbearable. He had washed up in Emerald Hills, and Rachel was the only one who had given a damn about him at the start. For his body to betray him like this, to betray her kindness, was almost unbearable.
He forced himself to pull back and turn away from her. He could feel her gaze on him, focused and hot. He forced himself to ignore it.
“I’ll make you a light breakfast,” said Rachel. “Maxine is picking up the closing shift at the bank, so I’ll be home in time to eat dinner with you.”
“Great,” said Ben. “I’ll see you then.”
Rachel turned and left the room, and Ben stepped over to his dresser. His cock throbbed inside his boxers.
Is this what every eighteen year old is going through, or did I lose part of my impulse control along with my memories?
By the time he’d finished getting dressed, the sun was rising on the horizon. It was early fall, and Ben could feel how much the air had cooled from the day before as he closed his window.
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