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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, SMUT - Chapter, mostly.

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Half an hour before daybreak, Mikhail woke up but couldn't stand up as he was entangled by his sisters on his sides and his mother sleeping on his chest. Slowly releasing the grip from his sister, he put his hands on his mother's ass, caressing it slowly while feeling the smooth touch of her skin on his palm.

"Mom," whispered Mikhail in her ear, while being a little harder as he squeezed and molded her buttocks.

"Mom… Wake up… Mom," Mikhail kept trying to wake his mother without giving her a heart attack in the process.

After a while, Sasha groggily woke up, feeling her buttocks being played with as her son wanted. She looked at him barely with her eyes open and moved on his chest for a more comfortable position instead of getting up.

Mikhail looked at his mother, seeing how comfortable she was on his chest, and started kissing her lips while at the same time playing with her big, white bubble butt. After a few minutes, she started responding more actively to his ministrations than continuing to sleep. Both made out for a good time before they separated.

"I need to get up, so… you know…" Mikhail said to her, not wanting to directly tell her to leave his chest because he liked her being there even if he needed to go. He loved her smooth, soft, and warm body on him as her beautiful tits caressed his chest.

"No, Daddy, I don't know. Tell me what you want clearly," Sasha said, getting naughty in the morning. She started teasing him while stroking her son's cock with one hand and feeling his body with the other. At the same time, she started kissing his neck and shoulders.

Mikhail gasped at her playful hand. "Mom! I need to go down and take care of the mess that happened earlier, clean the yard, start organizing the things brought yesterday, and take inventory of what we have," he said, squeezing out a few words while feeling horny because of her. So, he playfully slapped her ass, making it rosy, and gripped it harder afterward, making her moan and her eyes grow cloudy, looking more seductively into his eyes.

"I knooooow babe…" Sasha whispered in his ear like a playful baby girl, not wanting to wake up her daughters and let them keep sleeping for a while more as it was still dark outside.

Sasha got up from him and stood up, giving a hand to her son to leave his sisters' embrace. Taking his hand, she led him outside the bedroom, both naked. She pushed him against the wall in the hallway and dropped to her knees, ready to give him a morning blowjob.

Sasha's hands reached for Mikhail's hardening erection in front of her eyes, she smelled it with love eyes against her face as she cupped his balls into her hands. She gazed up at him with seductive green eyes filled with lust and longing as his cock rested on her. "Good morning, Daddy," she said softly, her voice dripping with desire.

"Morning, Mom," Mikhail replied, trying not to sound too eager at the beautiful sight before him. His heart raced as she took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head teasingly. He could feel every sensation through her warm, wet mouth.

Sasha's fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him firmly while she continued to pleasure him. It didn't take long for Mikhail to start throbbing inside her mouth, filling it completely. Sasha pulled back slightly, letting some air escape from between her lips so he could see how much of his cum filled her mouth. Then, without warning, she gulped it down, swallowing everything as she licked her lips, savoring his taste—a taste that she loved to drink every time.

Seeing his mother so slutty and lewd, Mikhail's hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her throat. A drop of his cum that still remained on her chin got past her neck, dropping onto the tattoo on her breast that showed everyone she was his. Sasha gagged momentarily but quickly recovered, continuing to pleasure him relentlessly. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensations flooding through him after he grabbed her hair in a ponytail while she pleasured him. This wasn't just about sex; it was an intimate connection between them, one that strengthened their bond as mother and son—as husband and wife.

After a while of delighting on her tongue, Mikhail began thrusting his hips more forcefully now, driving his cock further down her throat with each stroke. Sasha moaned softly, encouraging him to go harder. The vibrations sent shivers down his spine, intensifying his arousal even more.

Before long, Mikhail felt the familiar tingle building up within him again, signaling his impending release. With a final deep push, he exploded inside her mouth, pumping hot jets of cum directly onto her tongue. Sasha swallowed eagerly, moaning in pleasure, and savoring every drop that her son gave her before licking her lips clean as if wanting more.

"Oh God, Mom!" Mikhail gasped, clutching onto her shoulders for support as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. When it finally subsided, he pulled out of her pretty mouth, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their bodies.

Without saying another word, Sasha rose to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but there was no mistaking the hungry look in her eyes. "You know what happens next, don't you?" she whispered hoarsely.

Mikhail nodded, feeling his own excitement rising once again. As they stood naked together, their hands explored each other's bodies freely, roaming over smooth skin and firm muscles alike.

Sasha pressed her chest against his as she reached down to grasp his still-hardened erection. With a sultry smile, she guided him towards her entrance, positioning herself perfectly to receive him.

With a single swift motion, Mikhail filled her completely, burying himself balls-deep inside her tight pink little pussy. Sasha threw her head back, arching her spine as she let out a low, primal moan before going to his neck, licking him, then biting and starting to drink his blood, making her moan like crazy as she started losing her reason, surrendering to her pleasure and orgasming on him multiple times while gripping his cock like a vice, making him moan in ecstasy and cumming buckets inside her while not stopping from being hard while being inside her naughty pussy.

They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies locked in a passionate embrace. Their movements became faster and more urgent with each passing moment, driven by raw, untamed passion.

Mikhail could feel Sasha's inner walls clenching tightly around him, pulling him deeper into her core. She whimpered softly, urging him to fuck her harder.

As if responding to her silent plea, Mikhail increased his pace, slamming into her repeatedly, entering her womb until they both reached the peak of ecstasy. With a final powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her once again, filling her womb with his seed.

As Mikhail lay down against the cold walls of the hallway, he could feel his heart pounding loudly within his chest, pumping blood through his veins and filling every inch of his skin with warmth. His breathing was heavy, coming in deep gulps as he tried to regain his composure, still feeling the effects of what just happened between them.

"That was amazing," Sasha whispered softly into his ear, her voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "As always."

Mikhail smiled at that, feeling a sense of pride swelling within him. It felt incredible knowing that he could bring such pleasure to someone who meant so much to him.

"You did great, Mom," Mikhail assured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

His mother, Sasha, rested comfortably in his arms, her head buried into his shoulder as they both took a moment to catch their breaths. She looked so beautiful, even now, with sweat glistening on her forehead and her eyes closed peacefully, enjoying the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, framing her face and highlighting her delicate features.

Mikhail looked down at her, his hand gently stroking her arm as he held her close to him. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. Sasha opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him with a content smile playing on her lips. "I'm more than okay," she replied, her words laced with a hint of amusement. "I think I might have died and gone to heaven."

He chuckled at her response, his fingers continuing to trace patterns on her skin.

"Mikhail," Sasha said suddenly, drawing his attention back to her. "We should get dressed. Your sisters and our little girl might wake up soon with all the noise."

Mikhail nodded in agreement, reluctantly letting go of her as he helped her stand up straight. They exchanged brief smiles before turning towards the bedroom where their clothes lay discarded on the floor. As they dressed themselves, Mikhail couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Sasha's body, admiring her curves and the way her skin glowed under the dim light filtering through the windows.

Once they were both fully clothed, Mikhail led her out of the room and down the hall towards the bathroom. He watched as Sasha washed her hands and face, cleaning herself. She looked refreshed now, revitalized by the water running over her face.

As she dried off with a towel, Mikhail decided to use the opportunity to wash his own hands and face in the sink next to hers. While he did so, he stole another glance at her reflection in the mirror, loving how young and beautiful she was while also being his mother. It reminded him every time how she got pregnant at such a young age with him, his sisters, and their daughter, hating that he couldn't give her more time enjoying anything the money they made could buy because of this zombie apocalypse when things were going so well for them before all this started.

Sighing a little, Mikhail suddenly felt the micturition reflex through his spinal cord, wanting him to stop and pee, and so he did. As he unzipped his pants, his mother saw it and, with a naughty look, she positioned herself behind her son and took his hands over his.

"Mom... I need to pee," Mikhail said with a raised eyebrow at her.

"I know. I will help you, daddy," Sasha naughtily said as she kissed his neck, while her hands never stopped in their actions.

Sasha fished out the cock she loved so much from his pants and started caressing it as it got hard in her hand, while her son groaned in her embrace. She pumped it faster, struggling to aim into the toilet hole as she caressed his big balls, inciting him to release what he had. Mikhail, with a loud groan, started relaxing in her embrace as he peed with relish, an utterly satisfied smile on his face.

Not long after that, he finished, and his mother shook his cock around a little and turned him over to face her. She quickly dropped to her knees and, giving him a look, took his cock into her mouth as she cleaned him of anything remaining. She moved her little tongue around his cock head and his shaft for a moment. Mikhail, being so excited at what his mother was doing, in record time, he came again into her beautiful mouth as she drank in relish his new fresh load of semen. With a plop, she removed his cock from her lips.

"Fuck, mom. You are so naughty, so nasty. I love it," Mikhail said, crazily excited as he saw his mother, his woman—his wife.

"There is no better mother that I could have asked to have," Mikhail kissed her forehead as he cupped his mother's face in his hands. "I love you."

"I love you too, son," Sasha said, her face adorned with a radiant smile, satisfied with herself at how she could please and satisfy her son's deeper desires.

After finishing up in the bathroom, they made their way downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone else. As they entered the kitchen, Mikhail noticed the pile of dirty dishes stacked haphazardly on the countertop, a clear indication that neither of his sisters nor his mother had bothered cleaning up after dinner last night. With a sigh, he began sorting through the mess as he let the tap water run so it could get warmer to clean them.

Sasha offered to help, grabbing a sponge and some dish soap from underneath the sink. Together, they worked quickly and efficiently, getting rid of any lingering food particles or stains that may attract unwanted pests. As they scrubbed away at stubborn spots, Mikhail found himself stealing glances at her again, never having enough of her, watching as her muscles flexed beneath her shirt with each movement. There was something incredibly intimate about sharing such mundane tasks with someone you care deeply for, especially when that person happened to be your own mother.

Feeling horny again, like a horn dog that never gets tired, he embraced her from behind while pushing his new hard-on against her ass, taking one breast in his hand, pinching and caressing it roughly, making her moan while she was cleaning the dishes. His other hand traced circles, caressing slowly around the lewd tattoo on her crotch; it looked like those depicted on hentai that some succubus would have on them.

"You are beautiful, Sasha, my wife, my mother," Mikhail said while leaving a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck. "Tell me, who do you belong to?" he asked her while pinching harder the breast in his hand.

Sasha gasped in an orgasm, cumming from his little play already. "To you, my love, my son, my husband, my everything," she said while pushing her ass into him, teasing him to fuck her already.

"Come here, Mikhail," Sasha purred softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "I'm yours."

"You are damn right, you are mine, only mine, since I was born. No one else can have such a beauty as you but me," Mikhail whispered, almost insanely possessively, in her ear while quickly dropping her pants to her knees and moving aside her thong, letting her little pink pussy be in his sight, inserting himself fully into his mother's glistening, wet pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and red from their earlier pleasure, and he could see how slick she was just from looking at her. His cock touched her cervix, making her spasm as she screamed in pleasure, her back arching against his chest as he began pumping in and out of her relentlessly.

Mikhail watched as he plowed into his mother's cunt, reaching down to grab hold of her throat and cut off her air supply momentarily. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to breathe. It wasn't long before she came violently around his cock, her walls clenching tightly around him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. Mikhail grunted before filling her womb as he pleased, making her climax again. She was already a mess, her face too happy and slutty to look.

Pulling out of her, she whimpered softly as Mikhail pressed the head of his cock against her tight ass, spreading her cheeks wide so he could get a better look at her tiny hole. With a deep breath, he pushed forward, forcing his way inside her. She cried out in pain and happiness as he stretched her anus wide around his girth. Despite the discomfort, there was no denying the lust in her eyes or the way her body trembled in his hands.

Slowly, Mikhail began fucking her, sliding his length in and out of her ass while simultaneously pulling on her hair. She moaned loudly, not caring about her daughters sleeping upstairs, as her screams echoed throughout the room and the house as he claimed her body entirely. After a few minutes, he felt his balls draw up close to his body, signaling that he was about to cum. Without warning, he pushed everything that he could inside her, painting it all around for a moment, and then suddenly, he pulled out of her ass fast and forcefully, causing her to cry out in shock. Then, without hesitation, he shoved his still-hard cock right back into her pussy, filling her up once again.

He didn't stop when he reached the end of her channel; instead, he kept going until he hit something solid – her cervix. As soon as he felt it gives way under the pressure of his cock, he knew that this was where he needed to be, emptying his load deep within her womb. At the same time, he felt his mother's muscles contract around him, milking every last drop of semen from his shaft.

When it was over, Mikhail collapsed onto her back as she tried hard not to fall on her knees while holding the kitchen table, panting heavily. His mother looked over at him, her eyes filled with obsession and love. She smiled warmly, reaching out to stroke his cheek tenderly while kissing him even if she was tired.

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Once the dishes were clean and put away after they composed themselves, Sasha began preparing breakfast while Mikhail stepped outside to assess the mess left behind by the walkers who attacked them hours ago.

'Ugh, those walkers are really starting to be an annoyance more than anything, needing to be moved from the lawn,' Mikhail muttered under his breath as he stepped out into the cool air of the early morning. As he scanned the area, he noticed four corpses lying haphazardly across his yard – all dressed in tattered clothing, with skin tinged greyish-green from decay. Their lifeless eyes stared blankly back at him, devoid of any emotion or understanding. It was hard to believe these were once human beings; now they were just mindless husks, lying twisted and grotesque in various states of decomposition, their flesh eaten away by God knows what until nothing remains but bones in some places.

Removing his sight from the walker's bodies he surveyed the place, noting the broken front fence and the dirty blood and remains marring the once pristine lawn and the half a dozen more blocking his driveway. What an annoyance. With boredom etched upon his face, he crossed over to one of the bodies and bent down to grab hold of its arm. Despite the rigor mortis setting in, there wasn't much resistance as he hoisted the corpse off the ground. Its legs dragged along behind it as he carried it towards the edge of his property line. Once there, he dropped it unceremoniously onto the neighbor's sidewalk alongside the others, hoping to dispose of them far enough away from their home so as not to draw unwanted attention. One down, nine more to go.

They were easy to move with his strength, but they were a bother even dragging them. The more he faced their sickening looks and the smell… oh God, that nasty smell – it's not pretty being near a fucking corpse, smelling their shit after they died combined with their decayed body. His damn bile was in his throat, inciting him to puke at any moment.

As Mikhail continued working, he heard footsteps approaching behind him. Turning around, he saw Sasha standing awkwardly at the end of the driveway, clutching a cup of coffee in her hands. Her green eyes widened slightly as she took in the grisly sight before her, her face paling visibly at the sight of death and decay.

"Mikhail..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of birds chirping in the distance. "What...what happened here?"

Mikhail shook his head sadly, unable to find the right words to explain what transpired last night. Instead, he simply pointed towards the pile of bodies lying strewn across the ground, hoping that the evidence would speak for itself. Sasha's gaze followed his, her expression growing increasingly horrified as she realized the extent of their situation, it was one thing to think about something and another to see it with their eyes in front of them.

For a long moment, they stood there together in silence, staring blankly at the unpleasant scene unfolding before them. And then, without warning, Sasha went a little weak in her legs. Acting quickly, Mikhail embraced his mother's waist with one hand and took her cup of coffee with the other, avoiding dropping it onto the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes as she buried her face in his neck, already knowing what they would need from now on to live.

Mikhail wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be okay. But he knew deep down inside that this world had changed irrevocably, and there was no going back to the innocence and simplicity of days gone by. All they could do now was try to survive in this new reality, even if it meant sacrificing pieces of themselves along the way.

A little irritated about seeing her like that, Mikhail sipped the steaming hot coffee, watching intently as the sun rose over the horizon, casting its golden rays upon the desolate landscape.