involuntarily drawn to her, the way her hair and breasts bounced with every step, and the positive aura that almost seemed to emanate from her body.
“Thanks, Jack,” she said. “See, this isn’t so bad? We’d be doing the same thing, even if…”
Even if the world hadn’t ended…
“Mom…” Jack ate his food in a rush, unable to block the claustrophobia of the situation out of his thoughts. “This isn’t the same.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“It’s not the same, but it is what it is.” She opened her bottle of water and took a sip of it.
“It’s… the end, mom,” said Jack. “It’s the end of the world.”
“Don’t say that!” Rebecca reached out to take Jack’s hand, and he gave it to her.
I know how it must sound, but I can’t just delude myself.
“There isn’t going to be anything left for us even if we do make it back above ground.” Jack felt all of the emotions he’d been suppressing bubbling to the surface. “The rest of our family, my friends… even dad.”
Rebecca took a deep breath. She glanced away from Jack for the briefest moment and then turned back to him with a determined look on her face.
“We don’t know anything yet…” Rebecca moved her chair closer to, setting her food plate aside on the floor. “And at the very least, you still have me, honey. And I still have you.”
She took Jack’s hand into her own and looked at him with big, loving, motherly eyes. Jack’s entire body deepened in sensitivity, feeling her touch ten times over.
She’s right. I still have her. She’s right here, so close, and so loving.
“We should…. Probably head to bed.” Jack had moved in closer to his mother without realizing it, pushing his knees against her’s and reducing the distance between their lips to mere inches.
“That’s a good idea,” said Rebecca.
She looked over at the bed across the room, the tiny, working couples’ bed, and then smiled at him.
She can’t possibly mean what I think she means?
“I was planning on sleeping on the floor.” Jack looked up at the ceiling sheepishly. “It’s probably-“
“That’s ridiculous,” said Rebecca. “The two of us can share. There’s enough room.”
She set her hand down on Jack’s thigh, and he felt an inordinate amount of blood rush down to his cock.
“Mom, jeez, I’m…” He did everything he could to avoid looking into her eyes. “I mean, I think it would be for the best if I slept on the floor. So the two of us can have our own space.”
Rebecca turned his head so that his eyes were facing her directly and slid her other hand further up on his thigh.
“We’re stuck in here for now, honey.” She blinked, and rubbed the back of Jack’s neck slightly. “We have to share our space.”
Jack didn’t argue with her any further, and over the course of the next twenty minutes, they both prepared for bed, taking turns in the bathroom. After taking a close look at the water tanks and pipes leading out of them, Jack was able to figure out another incredibly sophisticated aspect of the emergency shelter’s design.
There are water recyclers built into this place. Even at a tenth efficiency, hell, even at a twentieth, we’d be okay with the water stores we have now for a very long time.
He was impressed, but at the same time, slightly unnerved. His father had spent a lot of time on the build, and a lot of money, money that Jack and his mother had never seen and never known about.
Maybe he was paranoid. Maybe he was obsessive. But we’re only here right now because of him.
Jack finished brushing his teeth, making sure to use as little water as possible, and then headed back out into the main room.
“Ready for bed?” Rebecca had already climbed under her covers. She sat up slightly, and the bare flesh of her shoulder revealed to Jack that she’d taken off everything other than her bra and panties.
“Yeah,” said Jack. “I’m ready.”
His entire body throbbed with shameful