Free After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) by Anya Merchant

ultimate drug, and he stared at his mother’s silhouette against the darkness.
    She’s still taking care of me. It’s almost like I have a runny nose, and she’s using her stained shirt to wipe it up with.
    “Just relax, Jack,” whispered his mom. “Don’t worry. This is a good thing. This is how it has to be from now on.”
    “Mom…” Jack could barely find the words for what he was feeling. All the guilt and shame that his lust had been pushing to the side during the act was hitting him like a ton of bricks. Rebecca continued milking the cum out of his cock, getting every last drop of it as Jack’s afterglow melted him into the bed.
    “I’m going to change my shirt,” said his mom. “We should head to bed now. Tomorrow is another day.”
    “Okay…” whispered Jack.
    She’s right, tomorrow is another day. And I’ll have to wake up and deal with what just happened.

CHAPTER 9
     
    Jack was shaken awake, and it took him much longer than it should have to realize what was going on.
    “Earthquake!” He cast the sheets off himself and tried to stand up next to the bed, falling as his foot hit the shifting ground and slipped underneath him.
    “Jack, get away from the walls!” His mom was still in bed, as far as he could tell. All around them the stacked storage containers were falling, their contents spilling out as they crashed down.
    “Mom!”
    The shaking was at least as intense as any of the earthquakes in the days prior. Jack struggled to stand up and climbed back onto the bed, feeling through the dark for his mother and pulling him close.
    “It’s okay, we’re okay!” Rebecca pulled him in close against her, as much for her sake as for his. The reinforced metal roof above them was groaning, stressed to its limits, and Jack expected the worst.
    It was at least a minute before the shaking finally subsided. Jack was still clinging tightly to his mom, his heart beating as if in solidarity for the intensity of the quake.
    “Is it… over?” He asked, less to his mom and more to the ground. The emergency shelter was eerily still, as if nothing had ever happened to begin with. The room was silent, with only their intense, fearful breathing carrying over the air.
    “I think it might be,” whispered his mom. She set her hand on his head and squeezed him, her breasts pushing up against his chest and reminding him of the night before.
    This is life or death. None of that matters now.
    “I’m going to turn the light on,” said Jack. “We have to get a sense of what the damage was.”
    Still in his boxers, he stood up and made his way over to the main door that led up to the surface, pawing for the switch next to it. Nothing happened when he flicked it up.
    “What is it, sweetie?” asked his mom.
    “The power is out.”
    He remembered all of the times the power had gone out when he was a kid, cutting him off from the computer, or his video games, and almost smiled.
    This is about a thousand times worse than that.
    “The power is out?” asked Rebecca. “That means…”
    It means that we’re fucked.
    Jack bit his lip, unable to think of anything constructive to say. His heart was aching inside his chest, and part of him wanted just to sit down and give up. They’d already given up so much, to lose one of the few creature comforts that they had left was the ultimate demoralizer.
    “We can fix it!” announced Rebecca. “At least, I think we can. I saw some backup fuses, wires, and equipment in one of the storage boxes that might be able to help.”
    Jack’s eyes still couldn’t adjust to the darkness, which was total and all consuming. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and turned it on, the light from the screen giving it a use again at last.
    “Jesus,” he muttered. The main room was a complete mess. Clothes and supplies were scattered everywhere. Luckily, the roof was still in one piece, and without any cracks, as far as he could tell.
    “This is fixable,” said his mom. “I