Chapter 9: In The Neighborhood (R-18)
It was midafternoon when Eli parked their vehicle a few meters off the road, in the rust-red sands of the wasteland. A small gathering of battered, shabby houses spread out to form a ramshackle neighborhood. A dry, hot breeze passed through the desolate community, sweeping up little clouds of sand, and blowing it at Eli, as if discouraging their intrusion. He crouched low as he jogged the short distance from the car to the side of the nearest house, his mother following closely.
They leaned against the side wall of the rural brick house, between windows long devoid of their glass. Eli peered into the window next to him, checking for any signs of Ferals. Seeing only sandy cement floors inside, he looked to his mother who was checking the other window. She finished her survey, getting the same results he did, and nodded her head at him. They both drew their blades and moved to opposite ends of the wall, with Eli sneaking to the front of the house and Julie to the back.
After a quick perimeter search, looking through all the windows, they entered the building through the back doorway. They methodically searched the house room-by-room, confirmed it’s emptiness, then exited through the front door. Julie lead the way to the neighboring house, squatting low as she moved. They cleared two more houses the same way before a piercing shriek filled the air.
“Get back inside! Cover the back door, I’ll take the front!” Eli immediately yelled, no longer concerned with staying silent after being spotted. Julie was already sprinting to the house they just finished clearing, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she ran.
Eli shoved his knife in the sheath strapped to his belt and reached behind him to bring his rifle into position. He flicked off the gun’s safety mechanism as he ran. Julie disappeared into the house, but Eli spun around before the entrance to stand in front of the open doorway. Looking up the street to the source of the growing number of screams, he saw three dirty corpses running straight toward him. Ferals didn’t run as fast as humans, because their muscles and tendons were decaying, but this meant the sentinels, being the least decomposed, were the fastest in their hive. They were roughly a hundred meters away, but that distance was shrinking.
He turned his head to shout through the house as he raised the rifle to his shoulder. “Three runners here!”
*Bang! Bang!* He heard two gunshots echo through the neighborhood, the sound of Julie firing the pistol she borrowed from him.
“One back here!” She shouted from the back door.
Four sentinels, huh? So, four hives. Forty, maybe fifty Ferals in the area. How are there so many of the ugly fuckers in such a small rural area?
Eli took aim at the closest Feral and fired off two quick shots, punching a hole through it’s neck and blowing the top of it’s skull off. Three more shots dropped the remaining two runners before they could get within thirty meters of his position. The screams reached a crescendo as shambling groups of Ferals poured out of three houses at the end of the street, and one group approached them from behind, from one of the houses deeper in the neighborhood.
Julie was firing continuous shots from the back of the building, the Feral group back there must have been much closer than the others. He lowered himself to one knee, steadying his aim, and waited for the approaching horde to get within his range of accuracy. The Ferals were almost close enough, so Eli took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth, a trick his grandfather showed him to calm his nerves and steady his hands before engaging multiple targets.
He squeezed the trigger repeatedly, unloaded the remainder of his magazine into the crowd of Ferals, ejected the empty mag, and slapped a new on in place. He quickly found a new target and continued his assault. The rapid-fire shooting was making his ears ring, giving him a headache, but he never slowed his pace. After emptying his second thirty-round mag, Eli slung the assault rifle across his back and drew his pistol from it’s thigh holster. The remaining Ferals, maybe about a dozen of them, were within ten meters, so he decided that saving his rifle ammo and switching to close-range weapons was the best option.
Sweat dripped down his forehead and stung his eyes. His hands were going numb from the impacts of continuous rifle fire. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, sharpening his focus and deafening his ringing ears. He held his piston in a two-handed grip and raised it to shoulder height as he stood to his feet. The closest Feral was missing it’s lower jaw, her slimy rotten tongue flapped against her neck as she ran, making wet slapping noises. Fucking gross. He pointed the barrel of his gun at it’s disgusting head and squeezed the trigger. It’s bloodshot right eyeball burst open, spewing brownish-gray sludge everywhere, and the back of it’s head exploded into gory chunks of rotted gray matter.
Julie appeared to his left while he lined up his next shot. She immediately shot a Feral through the shoulder and chest before landing a headshot below it’s nose, smashing through it’s upper row of teeth with a sickening crunch. Together, Eli and Julie fired while cautiously moving backward to the doorway. Julie entered first and stood by the window to draw some of the Ferals attention away from the front door, still dropping bodies every third or fourth shot. Only a single Feral managed survive their defense and enter the house, a small child missing half of it’s face, the result of the gruesome attack that sent the little girl to her living hell.
Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen one this young, I’d forgotten how devastating it feels to see a child this way. Dammit. I’m sorry your short life ended so violently, no child should have to go through that. This world is too fucking cruel sometimes.
*Bang!*
They stood in silence, watching for movement and listening carefully for any screams or running footsteps. After several long, stressful moments, they holstered their weapons and relaxed the tension from their shoulders.
“Haaaaah.” Eli sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, we better find all the spent casings before they get hidden in the sand. You good mom?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine sweetheart.” She seemed distracted and confused as she looked at the corpses littering the area. “Hey. Did you notice? Half of them are all wearing the same outfit.”
Eli walked outside to take a closer look at the bodies. Sure enough, almost thirty Ferals had the same clothes on. They wore khaki cargo pants and sleeveless green shirts. Clearly, these people had been part of the same organization or group.
“Hmm. That’s strange. We can think about that later though, they’re not going anywhere.” He said to his mother who had joined him outside.
“Alright. So then, ‘team leader’, what’s the plan? We staying here tonight?” She had her hands on both hips while speaking.
“Yeah. I’m in no hurry to get home. I’m sure Captain Dipshit will just send me back out as soon as we get there.”
“Hmph, probably. But don’t worry, I told him I’d pull some strings and have his wives and children put on permanent Excavation duty if he tries to give you another solo mission. He fucks with my family, I ruin his.” She made a wicked little grin that, for some reason, Eli found extremely arousing. “Now, give me the keys to the roller. I’ll get things set up for the night. Meet me in the first house we cleared when you’re done picking up bullet cases.”
She held her hand out, waiting for him to give her the keys.
“Heh. Yes ma’am.” He dropped the keys into her open palm and got to work collecting the brass bullet casings they spent during the fight. In the Wastes, brass was harder to get than steel or plastic, so every empty casing was a valuable object. He also made sure to pick up the empty mags they dropped, knocking red sand out of them before shoving them into pouches or pockets.
It took nearly a half hour of sifting through the sand to track down all the casings, or as many as he could find before his empty stomach prompted him to end the search. He stretched his back out, hearing a few pops as he did so, and slapped his hands against his thighs to beat the red sand off his gloves and fingers. During the walk to meet up with Julie, his thoughts turned to the mystery of the uniformed Ferals.
Were they part of a militia? The outfit looked closer to something cut-rate mercenaries would wear, but I guess that goes me me too. Hmmm, their clothes were in pretty good condition, and they still had most of their hair and skin. They turned Feral recently, less than a month ago. I didn’t see any weapons or gear on them; someone must have taken it all. That means a group of mercenaries/militia fought some Ferals nearby, thirty of them got infected, and the survivors took the gear after they died, but before they woke up Feral. Wait. What was a group that big doing out here? Only traders travel in groups larger than 5 or 6 people. Shit, maybe we should scout the area tomorrow before heading home.
He walked into the house and leaned his rifle against the wall by the front door. Julie had brought in their luggage cases and was in the process of laying out her bedding in the back corner of the living room. Leaving her to it, he went to the stack of cases, stripped off all his gear and weapons, and stuffed it all into his personal supply case. He pulled out a change of clothes, a vacuum-sealed package of mostly-flavorless vegetable stew, a flameless ration heater, and laid it all to the side as he rooted around for his woolen bedding blankets.
“Hey mom. Where’s the other blankets?” He asked, turning to see her standing by a thick pile of blankets.
“Right here. You’re sleeping with mama tonight. You never let me sleep with you anymore, and I miss having my boy in bed with me. You’re not getting away from me tonight.” She smirked, a little smugly, like she just trapped him in a game of 4D chess.
“Um. No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said, his anxiety rising.
“Oh? And why not?” Her voice was sweet and innocent, but her face was devious and scheming. She had one eyebrow raised and her lips slowly curled into a sly grin.
“Because I’m not a child anymore.” He was beginning to breathe heavier, knowing she was about to test his willpower.
“And?” She took a few steps toward him, removing her gloves and letting them fall to the floor. He watched her walk, letting his sight wander over her tan, perfectly toned stomach and slim waist; her slightly plump, smooth thighs; her round, thick, provocative ass.
“And…you….” His heart was pounding rapidly, his breathing growing erratic as he looked into her fierce, hungry eyes. Her broad, curvaceous hips swayed like a hypnotist’s medallion as she sauntered toward him. His eyes roamed every curve of her figure, lingering on her voluptuous, heavy breasts.
“Me?” She slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled the belt from her shorts, lifted it out to her side, and dropped it to the floor, her bewitching eyes never looking away from his own.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He asked without thinking. Blood was leaving his brain, rushing to his stiffening shaft, leaving his thoughts fogy and instinctual. Primal desire was threatening to overpower his rational human mindset. She stood before him, her chest inches away from his own, staring deeply into his eyes.
“Yes, baby. I know. And you do the same to me.” Biting her lower lip seductively, she leaned against him, her breasts squeezed firmly between them, pushing up her deliciously tanned cleavage. She wrapped her left hand around his lower back and pressed their hips together, trapping his growing erection against her lower abdomen. Her right hand softly stroked his cheek as she leaned her face closer to his. “I loves you, sweetheart. Do you love me the same way?”
For seven years, he struggled to control his animalistic urges for his mother, denying his desire to have her, to make her his woman. No more. No longer could he deny his feelings, and he definitely wasn’t going to deny hers. He put his hand in her luxuriant blond hair, gently holding the back of her neck, and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
“Yeah, I love you.” He leaned forward to press his lips against hers.
She softly moaned into the kiss, running both hands through his hair, holding his head as she devoured his lips. He deepened their kiss by parting her lips with his tongue, which she eagerly received with her own. Her passion was greedy and desperate as she explored his mouth, her intensity mirrored by her son. He stroked the smooth skin of her back, bringing his hands to the bottom of her tank top. Julie felt his hands on her shirt, and pulled away from their kiss, then, breathing heavily from arousal, she stripped her shirt in one swift motion, dropping it to the ground. Perfectly round, with delightfully pink nipples; her abundant, perky breasts seemed to defy both age and gravity as they pointed outward.
Eli wasted no time, wanting more of his mother’s body. He grabbed her by the waist with his right arm and pulled her back into his caress. She kissed him deeply while he massaged her breasts with his left hand, savoring their weight in his palm, the softness of her skin under his fingers, he occasionally teased her nipples with a soft flick of his fingertip. She grabbed the back of his shirt and began rolling it up. Their kiss paused once more so Eli could remove his shirt. She licked her lips and reached out to lightly trace her fingers across his stomach and chest. Eli wasn’t nearly as muscular as he was in his past life, but his personal training had given him an impressive physique for a teenager, especially by wasteland standards.
Julie trailed her hand down from his chest to the waist of his pants. She leaned in to steal his lips while she worked to unfasten the button and zipper. Eli matched her ferocity and passion, returning her kiss as he tugged her shorts and soft cotton panties from her hips and dropping them down her legs, leaving her completely naked before him.
He stepped out of his denim pants and white underwear, which his mother removed, without interrupting their fervent, wet kiss. They pressed their naked bodies together in a frenzy of lust. Eli grabbed her round, peachy ass, and she draped her arms over his shoulders, crossing them behind his neck. She wrapped her legs around his back as he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bedding, sinking to his knees and laying Julie on her back, still held in his embrace.
He removed his lips from hers and leaned back to look into her eyes.
“Baby…” Her voice was breathy and sensual as she spoke, “…please.”
He reached a hand down between her legs, gently stroking her womanhood, slowly working a finger into her silky, tight entrance. Satisfied at finding her dripping wet and ready to accept him, he took hold of his hard, throbbing cock and positioned himself against her.
“Mmmmm” His mother moaned in pleasure as he pushed his hips forward, slowly working himself back and forth inside of her, gradually increasing the depth he reached, until she was finally holding his full length within herself. She wrapper herself tightly around him, inside and out. They looked into each other’s eyes, foreheads pressed together.
“You feel so good baby. Now fuck me. Claim me, hard and fast, show mama you’re her man.” She said softly in his ear.
He did exactly what she said. Leaning back on his knees, he grabbed her by her thin waist and pounded himself into her tight little pussy, hard and fast, just like she wanted. Her ample breasts shook to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Oh fuck! Yeeees!” She cried out and held onto his arms, getting lost in the feeling of her son claiming her body, giving her what she asked for.
Eli reached a hand up to massage her breasts while fucking her with long, powerful strokes. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sometimes pinching and pulling them upward. She let out a small squeal of delight each time he pinched one of her pink nipples. His other hand slid down to their connection. He used his thumb to alternate between gently rubbing her exposed clit in small circles, and lightly tapping against it. Her pleasured moans took on a higher pitch from the relentless stimulation.
“Ohhhhh….Just like that, keep going just like that! I’m so close… Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop! Mmmm!” Her pussy squeezed him tighter as she rapidly approached climax.
“Do it. Cum for me.” He bent over to take her right nipple into his mouth and flick it with his tongue, still pinching at the other nipple, thumbing her clit, and pounding her with all his strength. It wasn’t long before he neared his limit. “Oh shit, you’re so fucking hot, mom, I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Yes! Together! Do it with me, baby. Do it mmmm!…… ohhhh ffffuuuuuckk!”
She arched her back in orgasm, digging her fingers into his back and clamping his waist between her thighs, her mouth open in silent scream. Waves of intense pleasure coursed through her entire body, causing her hot inner folds to quiver around his cock. Her climax sent him over the edge. He pulled his hips back and gave a final thrust into her, pushing as deep as he could go, then released pulsating shots of his thick seed into her womb.
They lay in each others embrace, still connected, sweating and short of breath from intense orgasmic release. A sense of contentment washed over Eli as he held his mother. He didn’t have to deny his attraction to Julie anymore. He could make love to the woman he’d been in love with for years. There’s no way anyone in Lancaster would accept their relationship, and Vivi would probably be disgusted and furious, but Eli didn’t care about any of that, or the future in general, as he softly kissed his mothers neck.
“Mom…” He asked, looking into her eyes.
“Yes, baby?” She stroked his chest affectionately.
“One more time?”
“Of course, sweetheart. But this time….”, she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips with burning arousal, “..mama’s going to ride you.”
