Hello friends,
As you guys may already be aware, my stories feature elements of Mom-Son cuckolding in a variety of scenarios (cheating mothers), betrayal, voyeurism, humiliation, transformation fetish, corruption, and moral degradation. So, if any of these are your thing, let's jump right in.
As per reader feedback, I will go to the extent of saying the mom in this story looks like the blonde MILF legend Julia Ann (just for enhancement of the mental imagery), but I have also noticed that my dear readers tend to visualize someone or the other while they read a story. So, feel free to choose your poison.
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The year 2035
It's hard to comprehend how fast the world has changed over the past few months. I still find it so hard to believe that all our lives had been perfectly normal, until about six months ago.
When the initial news of the viral outbreak hit the news channel, I remember the day like it was yesterday.
It was my 19th birthday. I was relaxing on the couch at our home, heartily savoring the blueberry muffins mom had specially baked for me that day. College was about to start and I was looking forward to it. Mom was in the kitchen, cooking up her special spaghetti with meatballs.
It was my first birthday since dad had passed away. And Mom, well, she looked truly happy after a long time.
My mother, Mrs. Diane Renshaw, was the perfect religious housewife. Like the "Saying prayer before eating food" kind of religious. She cooked for us, took care of the home while dad was away for work and I was at school and helped me with my homework. She made sure we attended the Church on Sundays. She ensured that I had a decent upbringing. She had always been fiercely protective of me and the family.
She also had a very high reputation in the neighborhood.
But her kind nature and motherly attitude never went well with the other guys at school.
Now, I am a very average kind of guy. As average as one can be. With no special interest in any kinds of sports, pimple-studded face, and love handles, I had no distinctive features to make the girls swoon all over me.
But what made me special was my mom. Standing at 5'8", she was very often referred to as the "Dream MILF" by people at my school. Even though she always wore conservative clothes, which exposed the minimum of her body, the boys never failed to gawk at her.
Her long luscious blonde hair came down in waves, you can get lost in her deep blue eyes. Her smile was of the most innocent and kindest ones. Her perfect sharp nose and beautiful jawline made her look like a benevolent queen.
My seniors and even some of my batchmates would intentionally attend Sunday Mass just to look at her. They would hang around our house for some extra time even after school hours, pretending to play with me. But their ulterior motive was seeing Mom in any kind of risqué clothing.
Unfortunately for them, Mom always maintained courtesy and never gave them what they wanted so badly. She always gave an affectionate smile and baked for them now and then, but would never entertain them.
Now, this has instilled in me a fetish for my Mom since like... forever. I would sneak in the washroom and probe into her dirty linens, looking for her discarded underwear.
Her size was 36D-24-37. Perfectly well proportioned. Even though I would have given anything to see her naked, yet I never got that sweet chance. Instead, I lay in my bed imagining my mom's hot naked body and jerking off.
She had an extremely well-maintained figure, sometimes the clothes clung to her body, giving us a vague outline of her physique. But imagination can only go so far.
Now coming to the real story, our world turned upside down when dad suddenly died after a freak accident last year. It was hard, especially for mom.
She seemed to fumble with her faith.
She would spend hours sitting at the same place, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was as if she could not even imagine a life without him. She would kneel for hours in front of the crucifix, asking God why He had taken away the love of her life.
Even after Father Jonathan's repeated preachings to have faith in His judgment, she didn't seem to budge.
With the encouragement of a few of her friends, she joined a Support Group for grieving widows. Slowly she started to recover. I could now see that decision bearing fruits. Mom was in a state of bliss after a long while.
She still wore the silver cross on her neck though, but her faith seemed to have wavered.
But who knew our newfound happiness would be so short-lived.
I remember that fateful day, I was watching baseball and while I was skimming through the channels, I froze on the Primetime News.
The news headline caught my attention. It read, "Breaking News: Zombie Virus Outbreak in Japan".
Intrigued, I kept on listening. The reporter rambled on, "And in another story, there have been reports from Japan of a virus turning people into mindless flesh-eaters. Doctors say that infected people are initially showing signs of fever, headache, muscle ache, followed by marked aggression and violence. In the later stages, they are said to be reduced to mindless freaks. The Government is hastily trying to identify active cases and putting them into quarantine. Scientists are frantically trying to figure out how it is spreading and if there is a cure for this disease. But till now details are very unclear."
I shouted, "Hey mom, did you hear that? Looks like there is going to be a zombie apocalypse soon."
Mom chuckled jokingly, 'so, it seems like your lifelong dream is going to come true after all, Alex. Looking forward to bashing some zombie brains, are we sonny?"
Both of us broke out into laughter.
"Now come on, these meatballs are getting cold," she shouted. And I shut down the TV, thinking it to be another propaganda by the fake news army.
But I was so wrong.
Before we even knew it, the virus had spread like wildfire. With an almost 100% fatality rate and a secondary infectivity rate of over 95%, it reached the US within just one month.
Scientists and doctors all over the world did not even realize what had hit them.
Since the day the news first made headlines, the TVs and social media were active for hardly another 3 more weeks. After that, there was a worldwide blackout. It was almost like the Stone Age.
In the 3 weeks leading up to the global network blackout, we had bits and pieces of information about the Virus.
It had originated in a highly clandestine laboratory in Japan, with the code name X-24. The virus was still in its early developmental stage. Somehow, it had contaminated the laboratory despite maintaining the highest standards of Biosafety Levels, and very soon it had leaked and infected almost half the population of Tokyo within one day.
The Japanese had originally intended to use the virus for military purposes. Their sole aim was to take over the minds of their soldiers to turn them into mindless killing machines without a moral compass. Less PTSD, less guilt, the works.
But things had suddenly gotten out of hand on an unimaginable scale. Entire cities were being quarantined, people were frantically trying to get away from Japan.
All this chaos helped the virus spread faster. It reached the Asian mainland in half a week. First China, then South-East Asia, India, the Middle East, and finally Eastern Europe.
Even after the boldest efforts of the European Union to nuke away the fallen cities of Romania and Bulgaria, the spread of the virus was relentless.
It had reached the UK and had wrecked London before people could even wrap their heads around what was going on.
Finally, it was the turn of the USA and its neighbors.
From a few of the spine-chilling footage that we saw on TV and social media, the spread was mainly through a bite. The person who was bitten laid still for some time immediately after the bite. Then his or her body convulsed and contorted peculiarly until it was almost arched backward like a bow. Then they suddenly leaped up, eyes bloodshot, saliva dribbling from their mouth, staring here and there, searching like a rabid animal, hunting for its next prey.
Upon spotting another victim, it ran towards it maniacally, pinning them to the ground. It either ate his or her flesh alive or just left them with their bite, thus turning them and increasing their number.
The only way to kill them was either chopping their heads off or bashing their skulls till their brains were crushed. But the culling was a lot slower than the speed of transmission.
Thus, the army of the dead swelled in no time.
The last TV broadcast of the world ended with the news anchor saying, "It is here. They are here. Save yourselves people. God bless us. God bless America,"
Since then it has been all static. It was just like the Medieval Ages. No one could communicate with the outside world, nobody knew whom to contact, where to contact, or how to contact. Phone lines, emergency helplines, internet connections all were down.
The initial first week was utter chaos throughout the US. Vandalism was rampant, people took to the streets. There was a group of people who even denied the existence of such a global apocalypse and blamed it all on the government. "Conspiracy Theory", they called it.
Many people, good God-fearing people, turned into monsters. Affluent people barricaded themselves in their mansions, fortifying the walls.
The apocalypse truly brought out the beast in everybody. Rape, murder, arson, and looting followed unchecked.
Everyone was busy hoarding stuff for the end of days. Malls, shopping centers, grocery stores were looted and set on fire. Families hid in their homes. General people with emergency bunkers secured themselves in. The government, police, and military had also disappeared, leaving the streets free for all.
Our country had plunged into the greatest depths of anarchy.
Mom and I took shelter in the local church. Father Jonathan was the one who had gathered us, a small group of religious folks.
He took charge, "Folks, the House of God always has a place for His followers. Follow me."
He showed us a concealed door behind the confession booth. He slid it open to show us the flight of stairs which ran downstairs.
"This Church was built during the times of World War I. The founding fathers deemed it fit to build a bunker beneath it in case of an Emergency."
