Title: Dead Mom
Author: Nathaniel Graye
Email: jafc34@gmail.com
Codes: ped,1st time,inc,nec,zombie/undead


The house was quiet his room filled with the airy flap of the
light summer curtains and dim moonlight. He lay their looking out
of the attic window, cotton boxers around his ankles left hand
around his dick watching the cool breeze tussle the curtains and
touch the tip of his dick with its phantom caress as he lay their
thinking about girls; no one girl in particular just girls. He
cast his eyes into the dark end of his room he started to see a
figure there, a figure he knew.

He took his hand off his dick and sat upright. `Mom...is that
you!'


His father had lost his job at the local Chemical Plant four
years ago in a mass layoff and had drifted between jobs ever
since, his mother had returned to work as travel agent to support
them but  spent much of her time overseas. He emailed her from
the computer labs at school everyday, it wasn't close but it was
better than nothing. But just over a year ago his mom's sister
Aunty Adele came to his house crying with an official looking
letter from the government of Fiji saying his mother had died in
a bus accident on some big mountain over there. The loss sent his
father to plumb the malty depths of every bottle he could find
and made him unfit to care for his son, hence he now lived with
his Aunty Adele and Uncle Peter while his father went thru rehab.


It can't be mom, she died in Fiji, and we went to the funeral.

She stood there shrouded by the flapping curtain, he could see
her partially but the dark obscured her face. He turned on his
reading light and the air jammed in his throat as he looked back
at what he thought had been his mother, it wasn't her.

But it was her, it was her body, with her face and her long hair,
but something was very wrong. She stood there stock still dressed
in the same neat dark business suit she had worn on the day of
the day she left, for some reason it was soaking wet dripping on
his mat, her brown hair usually so well cared for was disheveled
and clogged with dirt and branches, her pale hands which she
always got badly sun burnt gardening were now cement grey and
marked with small dark scratches and sporting tiny bruises, her
fingernails were a sick yellow colour, jagged and torn.
	
`Grrraaabarrb...grraaa.'

He looked up at her face, her blue eyes that looked at him so
soft and kindly were now milky white as if she been struck blind,
on the right side of her mouth behind her lip some of her flesh
had been torn or rotted away exposing her teeth and yellowing gum
line, a long rope of spittle was drooling from her lower lip on
that side and through the gap. Then the smell reached him making
him wrinkle his nose in distaste a perfume of damp, mildew and
rotting snake.

She's dead. What is going on.


He sat up straight and looked at her face more closely. `Mom,
it's me Tommy...your son.' How could she be here and be dead?

These words had some effect on his mother and she moved forward
coming into the glow of the light as soon as she did she put her
arm up as if to shield her self and walked back a deep groan
coming from behind her arm.

`Hang on mom, its okay.' He switched the light off and the room
was once again in the grip of the moon's wane glow. `See mom no
light.'

She stood there in her damp clothes a sort of low moaning coming
from her, her eyes were looking in his direction but he could not
tell if she was actually seeing him or if she could see at all.

`Mom, what are you doing here, how did you find me here,
your...d-dead....' The word zombie was hammering at the back of
his lips wanting to escape but he would not let it, this was his
mother after all.

His mother shuffled forward and stood in front of him looking up
at the inert ceiling fan, drool falling from her mouth as she
opened and made some incomprehensible sounds some of which
resembled words others sounded like grunts. The after awhile she
looked down at him and went quiet no moaning or noise.

He got up and stood in front of her boxers still around his
ankles, and slowly and gently put a hand on each of her wet
jacket shoulders.

`Mom?' He wanted to shout but his Aunt and Uncle were in the main
bedroom downstairs.

It stirred something in his mother but not in the manner he
expected, he felt a cold and wet grip on his semi-erect penis.

`Mom!' he gasped and let go of her shoulders `Mom what are you
doing?' He tried to unclench her hand but it was like his penis
was encased in icy cold iron.

His mother warbled as she put her other hand heavily on his
shoulder as if to steady him then she slowly began to move her
hand up and down the short length of his penis, she was wanking
him!

`Mom uhh...stop...uhhh, stop.' She ignored him her hand not
stopping.


This is way wrong, my mom is wanking me. But it feels awesome.

His mother's right hand was cold and squeezing his dick tightly,
he knew he could not hold for very long but still he gripped her
arms tightly to steady himself, he could feel them beneath her
wet jacket sleeves.

Abruptly with a groan of his own he squirted his tiny orgasm into
her hand feeling little waves of warm pleasure dance up his spine
to the back of his eyes, it was all over in barely a minute if
that. His mother slowly unclenched her hand and put it to her
face sniffing it like a curious dog and then licked his cum from
flat of her hand, her tongue a shriveled piece of charred eye
fillet steak. His pulled down his singlet and wiped the tip of
his shrunken dick. He sat on the end of the bed and looked at his
mother who he thought was looking at him.

`Mom, why did you want to do that?'

`Grrrbbb graaa.' she groaned as she put her cold clammy hands on
his head like she was testing the weight of a bowling ball.

`Its, okay...it felt really good.' That was a lie; it felt a
whole lot better than good.

For a moment he was worried she was going to do something zombie
like and crush his head between her hands but instead she let him
go and began to pull at the arms of her business jacket as if it
suddenly began to itch. Her jerky arm spasms were beginning to
rip the already torn stitching of the arms then she stopped
looked up at him lifted both arms and groaned. It took him awhile
to figure out what she wanted.

`You want me to take the jacket off is that it mom?'

She groaned and took a step forward, her arms out just like a
zombie from the old movies re-runs on pay TV. He stood back up
and moved between her out raised arms and undid the buttons on
her jacket top; the dark material was ruined and patched with
mould. He lowered her arms to slip it off and put in on the bed
chest.

Her high neck cream coloured blouse sodden almost to the point of
full transparency covered in splotches of red and grey mud and
green and yellow grass stains on the neck and cuffs with many
small tears along the front and sleeves and a large one in the
front over her right hip exposing more grey skin.  Her neat
sensible length black work skirt had fared worse than the jacket
and blouse, wherever and whatever she had been doing it was now
ragged and torn, ripped on every side and all that held it up was
the slim black leather belt around her middle.

`Where have you been mom, did you go down a drain or sewer or
something?'

How did she get here, why is  she here.

She made no reply as she played with the buttons on her blouse
but she was uncoordinated her fingers having difficulty with the
delicate round buttons. Most of them slipped free but he had to
help her with the collar and her blouse finally came open. His
stood there unable to help himself looking at the pale lavender
coloured brassiere under her blouse, the little white flowers and
pale yellow crescents on the brassiere clung wetly to her small
grey breasts with their tiny dark nipples. He had seen plenty of
tits on the internet and in men's magazines at the shop and had
gotten plenty of glances and peeks here and there but this was
the first time he had seen them in the flesh.

My mom's tits are nice.

A sudden guilty flush in his cheeks, he looked searchingly at his
mother's face and it was impassive, staring at him or though him
he couldn't tell which in the semi darkness. His feelings were
mixed and he had an odd sense of discomfort obviously dead or not
she was still his mother but she had been and was woman and not
an unattractive one, no supermodel or pin up but just attractive
with her fine features and well cared for figure; his dick began
to get hard again.

Perhaps on some level she sensed his confusion or more likely she
saw her son's penis, either way she took his right hand in her
left, cold and wet like ice, giving him goose bumps and raised it
to her left breast which was just as cold. He had never touched
breasts before but had often theorized that they would feel soft
and warm and looking in some of his magazines he wondered if he
could tell real from fake ones.

I want squeeze my mom's tits, my dead mom's tits.


The finger nail from her right index finger was long overgrown,
torn and discolored. She dragged the rotting yellow nail up and
down the length of his dick making him shiver with delight. His
whole body stiffened and he winced as she pushed it hard into the
eye of his dick trying to force it into the small opening the
slight pain arousing him even more, then she dragged its sharp
edge down to between his balls and pushed it in hard.

Feeling this delight emboldened him and with each hand he sought
out her nipples, a small cold lump under her sodden fabric of bra
cup and pressed down firmly on them and rubbed them to convey his
enjoyment.

She held the nail there for a moment then abruptly changed tact
and pushed down on his dick like a lever trying to force it to
point down towards the ground and held it there. The pain was not
too bad and he had just begun to enjoy the sensation of her chill
touch on his sensitive skin when she suddenly let his penis
spring back up and moved her grip back around the base near his
balls locking her right hand around him, much harder than before.
With her free hand she forced him to walk slowly back so he had
sit down on the edge of the bed, as she knelt in front of him.
Still gripping his engorged penis in a fierce overhand grip she
knelt in front of him she ever so gently bit down on the head,
the wet sensation sent shivers through him like stepping out into
a winter breeze.

My mom is sucking me, I can feel her teeth.

Her tongue poking at the underneath, two of her nails tickling
the inside of his thighs as she held the base of his penis in her
cold hand.

This is awesome.

His whole body tingled and he could not control his breathing,
his penis soon became slick with her cold saliva as it spilled
from around her lips and the hole in her jaw to dribble on the
carpet. He looked down into the white lifeless eyes of his
mother, completely focused on sucking his dick, thin ropes of
cold drool dangling from her chin and clinging to the inside of
his leg. He began to reach out to touch her head, to lay his hand
on her head and say he was glad to have her back, but somehow
that wasn't right, unsure of himself he put his hands on the bed
end and held them there.



He felt dizzy and light-headed, his nuts felt taut as if they
were too full and going to explode, he wanted to cum but the vice
like grip of his mother's hand around the base of his penis would
not let him as she prolonged his sweet agony. He was sure he was
going to pass out at any moment.

Shit.

`Mom, it hurts....ahh, it hurts a lot.'


Relief overcame him like the cool breeze as her hand released its
grip and in one brief spasm his nut juice quickly voided into her
mouth, he groaned as he felt his body sigh in relief as the warm
tickle covered him like an extra blanket. He fell back on the bed
letting the feeling overwhelm him looking at the dull ceiling but
not really seeing it. He felt like he had just dived into a cool
body of water on a hot day.

Oh god that was great.

`Oh god mom, god... that was awesome.'


She hooked her thumb under her belt and it came free and hit the
floor like a limp snake, not even bothering with the zips and
studs of her skirt instead a series of ragged jerks and pulls was
all that was needed and she tore the ruined skirt from bottom to
top. Underneath her pale white legs and a pair of lavender floral
panties that matched her bra. With considerable tenderness she
pulled the front of her panties aside with one hand to reveal the
neatly trimmed hair and pale grey slit then she parted the flesh
between her legs with her fingers and a sultry unpleasant smell
slapped him in the face.

Fuck, it smells like rotten meat. I feel like I going to hurl.

It seemed to come from between her legs, the wholly unpleasant
odor of rotting flesh mixed something pungent that reminded him
of sour milk, he put his hand to his mouth and swallowed hard
feeling as though he was going to gag. As he looked in both
wonder and horror he felt his body respond to seeing between her
legs.

She grabbed him roughly by the legs all pretense gentleness gone.
Her hands under each knee thumb nails digging into the side of
each kneecap, she spread his legs wide and pushed him back along
the bed almost to the bed head, stumbling and striking her left
knee on the bed as she clambered over the edge but ignoring it as
if it never happened. He lay there with his scrawny legs wide,
his blood engorged penis pointing rudely at her mid section. She
rested in front of him upright knees pointing left and right, his
dick pointed at the crux of her thighs then without ceremony she
pulled the cups of her bra down freeing her breasts from
restraint, she yanked her floral panties further to one side and
leaned over him as if to kiss him while guiding her son's penis
into herself.


Sex, he had seen it on the internet and in the cheap nudie mags
he kept in the briefcase in the bottom of his closet but they
couldn't fill the gaps in his twelve year old mind. His mom sort
of pushed herself down on him, he did not know what to expect,
and he was suddenly inside her, it was cold and unpleasant, her
dead flesh sliding wetly aside to allow his dick to enter. She
half reclined over him her head above his, her nails biting into
his shoulders as she pushed down on him hard grunting something
he did not understand her drool splattering down on his forehead
and in his eyes her breath wet and fetid making him sniff.

Sex, I'm having sex, with my mom!

His eyes locked onto her small breasts ever so close to his face,
her hips grinding down onto his pushing down on him. As she
rutted against him something cold and wet trickled from between
her legs, it was urine, cold dead urine. She had pissed on him
and it was spreading about his groin! Her filthy urine trickled
down over his balls and the backs of his legs as she held herself
against him, the smell was sickening but he did his best to
ignore it, but some part of him, a secret part not yet fully
grown was excited by this dirty act.


It took all his will not to squirt straight away, he held his
breath and resisted the urge to touch her dangling breasts,
putting his hands on her legs instead hoping that would help, it
didn't. He really tried to hold it in, he wanted to impress her
he held his breathe and he thought of anything but sex but he
couldn't hold it back. He felt it build and tremble inside her
cold flesh, then he came, feeling his dick spasm and the little
wave of warmth filled him once more, he closed his eyes and let
it slide all over him and that was it.

He laid their stunned, a little bewildered and even a little
embarrassed but still buzzing from what had just happened.

I'm twelve years old in May and I have had sex, cool!

His mother climbed off him, apparently content that he was happy.
She straightened her knickers back over her groin which still
trickled a little urine while she fumbled getting her bra back in
place but managed it eventually. She fluffed the pillow under his
head and patted his hair like she did when she was his live mom,
she picked up his boxers off the floor and dropped them on the
bed beside him, and shame faced he quickly slipped them on again.


`Mom, are you going now?'

She made no reply but looked at him in an almost serene manner.
This time he was sure she was looking at him.

`Mom are you going to come back?'

In reply she leaned over him and teased her hand in the front of
his boxers at the fly and pushed the material back until his
shrivelled dick and little balls hung out for all to see, a tiny
tear of cum hung from the eye of his dick. She gave his penis an
affectionate squeeze so a tiny of dribble of fluid trickled
out...did that mean yes? She picked up her coat letting it drag
along the ground, and walked towards the back of the room, the
wind blew the curtain across her for a moment as she passed by
the window and she was gone.



  
Dead Mom