Aftermath

[Tibxo]

"Good evening and this is the main news:

The Government has decided to take a drastic course of action to address the population problems caused by the plague which had either killed off or, made sterile, every man and boy over the age of 14.

This statement was made by the President earlier today.”

The face changes to that of the recently elected President Elizabeth Selby.

“Hello, my fellow Americans.

A dire situation faces our great nation.

The plague that struck us four years ago has left with us a terrible legacy. A depleted male population who have been rendered infertile and, although we have been able to cope with this great tragedy, it is now time to think of the future, to start and build up our population.

Attempts to artificially inseminate women with sperm taken from sperm banks have proven to be a failure. Tests show that only sperm produced by men who had not undergone puberty until after the plague can successfully be used. However, even then, it can only be done when both subjects are close blood-relatives such as an aunt-nephew, brother-sister or even mother-son.

So, after great deliberation, we have no choice but to call on you to serve your country once again.

We ask for every family who has a boy over the age of 18 to produce an offspring with a close family member once a year for the next three years. Only male babies produced from such a union will be able to procreate with unrelated women.”

The President takes her glasses off and looks directly into the camera.

“I understand that what we are asking you to do goes against the very fibre of your moral upbringing. But this course of action is necessary for the very survival of the human race. If we don’t do this, our scientists calculate that humanity will become extinct within two generations.

So please help us. We need you.”

The President’s face is then replaced by the reporter.

“In the next few days, leaflets will be sent to families who meet the criteria. Centres and hotlines will also be made ready for anyone requiring additional help.

For further information, please phone this number.”

A number is displayed at the bottom of the television screen…

 

[faith]

“So please help us. We need you. In the next few days, leaflets will be sent to families who meet the criteria. Centres and hotlines will also be made ready for anyone requiring additional help.
For further information, please phone this number.”
A number is displayed at the bottom of the television screen…



In stunned disbelief, I turn the TV off. That was nothing more than a joke. It had to have been. The very idea of … of…

Before the Plague….

“….doing it ?….You can’t be serious the Freddie awake …just watching TV”, my voice was laced with laughter. This was our morning routine…same argument everyday… same outcome everyday… Nightly was never enough… he always woke up ready… and so did I…

Strong arms surround me… in the blink of an eye; I am sitting astride Freddie’s hips. His raging need nudging the opening….”love I am most definitely serious. Reach down and open yourself to me… That’s it… come on baby…show me what it is you want most…

All thoughts of laughter leave my mind… my fingers are wet with the need as I pull the lips open wide to his gaze. The dark opening is weeping steadily. Moisture coats the tip of his cock… How could I be this wild for him? We had been married for almost 15 years. At heart I think I must be a slut… he always says he is a lucky man but the truth is we are just very well matched sexually… His fingers reach out and pinch the nubbin of flesh… Pleasure so intense it boarders on pain wracks my whole being…

“Yeah baby…this is all for me isn’t it?… his fingers caress the slit...If they only knew… my wife Candice the quiet shy little librarian is such a wanton…my sweet sweet Candy…put it where you need it baby “

In a single downward thrust he is buried to the hilt inside me… before all is said and done, I had scream out my pleasure four times. Each time the plateau is a little higher. the sound is muffled against the wall of his chest so the boys wouldn’t hear…

One year into the plague…

…the sound of my tears… I would bury my head in the pillows and want to die. Freddie like so many men had been taken by the plague. Damn the terrorist… they had set loose Armageddon… men were dying… only the men…and those that lived well most wished for death…but that was the whole point…kill the men. In less than a year the plague had gone world wide…they hadn’t forseen that or that the boys would not be affected…how would I go on without Freddy Sr. at my side…

Year Two…
The plague had run it’s course… so many gone… so many alone…and now they, the scientist, were saying that there were...complications…that was all just complications.


Today

Oh God…I had gone for a check up last month…I was healthy…this couldn’t be happening… I would refuse…yes that was it…they couldn’t really make me do this…


Looking out the window, I watched the boys shoot hoops… Freddie Jr. and Tommy, his best friend,… Freddie had got the hoop and ball for his 18th birthday just a couple of weeks ago.. his friend Tommy idealized him with good reason… He is a good kid…shy and innocent with a good heart….

I put my head into my hands and let the tears fall….

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie Jnr

He can see that Tommy wasn't really interested in playing the game today.

"What's up, bud?" Freddie asks his friend.

"Nothing really." But he had that far-away look. A look he always had when he was in love!!!

"Yeah? Who is it? That new girl at school? Sheila Hancock?" He must admit, she was fit and all the guys at school were interested.

"Yeah!" He smiled.

Yep! He is in love!

"And I think she likes me." He said, grinning.

Oh! Oh! He has heard this all before! As far as he remembers, he has never seen Sheila show Tommy any interest. In fact, all she seems to do is hang out with Brad Wilson, the school jock.

But he can't tell him that.

"You reckon?" Freddie asks instead.

"Yeah! You can tell, y'know? The way she looks at you."

Oh boy!

"The way she smiles. Anyway, I'm gonna ask her out to next weekend."

Freddie just hopes that she don't let him down like that others have.

"Good luck, pal." He says to his friend, smacking him on the back. He had learnt from past experience not to discourage him.

"Yeah! Thanks, Freddie. You know, you should get yourself a girlfriend too. Then we can double up."

Poor, poor, Tommy!

"Yeah, pal." He tells him.

"Anyway, I gotta go. Promised my mom I will be home early." Tommy said.

"Catch you later." Freddie replies and then heads back towards the house. As he enters the kitchen, he is almost ran over by his kid brother.

"Oi! Watch it, squirt!" Freddie grins as he grabs Mikey by the throat and wrestles him to the ground. Him being only six, it was easy but the older boy quickly sees that his brother isn't in the mood.

"What's up, squirt?" Freddie asks, letting him up.

"It's Mom. She's crying again."

Immediately, thoughts of his father spring into his mind. Ever since his death, there hadn't been a day when he hadn't seen or heard her crying. Recently though, he had thought/hoped that she was coming round.

Taking Mikey by the hand, they walk into the living room. Their mother is standing by the wndow, looking out.

"Mom? You okay?" Freddie asks her...

 

[faith]

Mom you okay?" his words reach out to me...

Oh no, I hadn’t realized I wasn’t alone. Running my hands along my cheeks, I wiped away the tracks the tears had made. I couldn’t let them see me crying. My babies were so clueless to the pain I had felt over the years since … I couldn’t even finish the thought… I only cried at night, when the house was quiet and the boys slept. It had finally started to get better and now this… steeling myself I turned with a smile on my face.

God they take my breath away. As I look at them, I feel such pride. I always thought that I would just watch them grow up but it doesn’t work like that. It happens so slowly that I just didn’t see that it was happening before my own eyes. Then suddenly I would have an epiphany, and I would be left wondering when did that happen? I will always remember the first time I realize that I was gazing into Freddie’s mischievously sparkling eyes his arm around my shoulder as he laughingly told me some now forgotten story about Tommy and suddenly I realized that I was looking up instead of down at him.

There is such concern in his eyes as his large hand protectively cradles Mikey’s small one. I am for the first time stuck by the realization that there is more man than child in him. He is so tall and strong. The peach fuzz has given way to the beginnings of a real beard. His shoulders have started to widen and his chest has begun to fill out but there is still such a fine air of innocence about him.

“I’m fine boys, it’s just my allergies giving me a little trouble. How about you two helping me get supper together?…Pizza… then we can have a family night…we’ll rent a vid and pop some popcorn…”

I wish I could just take them out tonight but money is stretched so tightly. Since the plague and my loss of Fred, I had learned to make ends meet but there never seemed to be enough for life’s little extras. I still felt so guilty for Freddie’s birthday. He seemed so happy with the meager gift I had gotten him but he deserved better. In addition, here the government was telling me I had to have more children. There was just no way this could be happening.

The dog’s sudden barking alerted me that the postman was coming up the walk… the boys as usual race to the door…Mikey’s childish laughter filling the room as Freddie grabs his shirt tail. Freddie’s rumbling chuckle joins in as he releases Mikey and lets him win the race.

Handing the mail to Freddie, Mikey heads towards the kitchen…. his only thought is pizza… I start to follow.....

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie Jnr

The pain is still there!

He can see it in her eyes.

Why did Dad have to die!!?? Fucking plague!

Most of the time, he feels okay but every now and then, the anger returns. But however bad he feels, it must be 10 times worst for his mother. He can still remember how the two of them acted together with him complaining how soppy they were and not to keep embarrassing him.

If only he could say that now!

Freddie looks down at his brother. In some ways he is lucky. He was too young to know their father.

The sudden barking from Grip, the family dog, awakes the boy from his reverie.

It's the postman! He thinks to himself with a wry grin. It must be since he doesn't react like that to anyone else. He really hates the guy.

"Race you to the door!" His sneaky little brother had gotten away from him and is even now running for the front door.

"Hey, you little squirt!" Freddie grins as he pretends to try and catch up. But Mikey always win and his prize is to open the door.

"Here you are, kid!" The postman says, handing Mikey the post. Then for some reason, he gives Freddie a strange look. Mikey politely thanks the man and closes the door.

What's up with him?

He decides that Grip's opinion of the man isn't way off after all.

Taking the mail from Mikey, Freddie examines what they have got. As usual, most are for his mother but two white envelopes stand out from the others. Both look identical except that one is address to his mother while the other is made out to him. But it is the words FROM THE US GOVERNMENT - PLEASE OPEN IMMEDIATELY on the top that most grabs his attention.

The boy's first impulse is to do what the instruction says. But he holds back, deciding to wait until he has given his mother hers.

"Hey, Mom! We got something from the Government." He shouts out as he enters the kitchen."...

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC: Believe it was Peacemaker as the reponse to your question

 

[faith]

Having followed in Mikey’s wake, I watched as he bounced around the kitchen, his enthusiastic chatter filling the room with sound as he starts telling me of his day….

“…And it was soooooo cool. His mom didn’t even say no either. So Kevin and me…

The sound was so soothing to my soul. Hearing Freddie coming up behind me, I am unprepared for his words as he shouts them out…"Hey, Mom! We got something from the Government.”

With his words, everything in my world comes to a grinding halt. Oh God, we were supposed to have time. Spinning I hadn’t realized how close he was, with an need born of desperation, I reach out and snatch the mail from his hands…. The look in his eyes is one of total surprise… and full of questions… I know how my behavior appeared but I can’t help it…

“Freddie, help Michael…I just want to go through the mail. I… I’ll be in the front room….

Leaving them to their own devices, I cross the room…throwing the rest of the mail to the table, I realize my hands are shaking, Sitting on the edge of the couch, I am barely aware of Grip as he climbs up next to me… he knows something is wrong… Opening the letter, I begin to read

Dear Mrs. Trent,

Over the last year, we along with all the other Governments worldwide have had the information you are about to receive.

There have been test run repeatedly, each time, at every lab, the results were identical…

There are NO errors in the findings…

Your oldest son must be tested for compatibility…


OH God…. As I read I realize the truth, the plague was more insidious than even the terrorist had ever planned. Women were not unaffected; our bodies had been infected too. Only ours were not killed, no the devastation was buried deep within our bodies. Where the young men and boys had been spared, no female had. Our bodies had become life destroyers instead of life givers… unless the DNA of the sperm was compatible with the egg; our bodies saw the new life as a foreign invader and attacked any viable life... snuffing out all life before it had a chance to live… a chance to dream…

The letter went on with all the information about medical care and monetary grants that would become available help to low-income families….



I don’t know how long I sat there…Grip's head in my lap…but suddenly I was aware of the fact I wasn’t alone… raising my eyes from the letter, I find Freddie sitting on his heels before me. Looking at my lap, I reach down, i nudge grips head, and pick up the letter with Freddies name on it… God, I can’t protect him from this… slowly I hand the letter to him…

Taking a deep breath, “Read this…then we will talk”

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie Jnr

“Read this…then we will talk” His mother tells him as she hands him an envelope.

Nodding solomnly, he opens the letter and unfolds the paper within. Then he starts to read...

A few times, he stops and tries to say something but his mother tells him to finish reading. Finally, his face now whiter, he puts the letter down.

"Mom? What is this all about? They want me to go to the hospital for tests. But they don't say why except that it will help our country. What's going on?"

For the first time since his father's death, the boy is scared...

 

[faith]

I sit and watch as Freddie reads the letter. The play of emotions that cross his face tells the whole story. The confusion… the fear. His head raises and our eyes meet, the letter now rest forgotten in his hand…in the voice of the man I can hear the child…


"Mom? What is this all about? They want me to go to the hospital for tests. But they don't say why except that it will help our country. What's going on?"


How do I tell him the truth of the matter…for the first time I want to shirk my duties as a parent? I wish he had heard about it from a buddy… or a teacher…anyone but me. The silence stretches out between us…taking a deep breath… I reach deep inside…

“Freddie, do you remember when we adopted Mikey? It was such a special time… we planned to have a whole house full of children… but it just wasn’t to be. We had more than enough love for you and our little Mikey needed to be a part of it but we wanted more for a reason…

Your father was the last of his line. We spent hours planning how we would guarantee the continuation of family name…we would fill the house with brothers and sister’s for you and Mikey… with the plague that dream has died… there is only one way for it to go on…only one way for your fathers legacy to go on…that is through you… That is what the testing is all about… we need to know if you and …. ~God this was so hard~….we need to know if your sperm has been affected and if not…. If not then whether or not ~lowing my eyes from his~ we are compatible…"

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie

He just stands there, trying to understand what his mother is trying to say.

"…we need to know if your sperm has been affected and if not…. If not then whether or not....we are compatible…" She falters.

"Compatible, Mom?" He asks, trying to fathom what his mother is saying but he just doesn't understand!

"What do you mean by compatible, Mom?"...

 

[faith]

"Compatible, Mom?" He asks, trying to fathom what I am saying is but he just doesn't understand!

"What do you mean by compatible, Mom?"

“The plague… made reproduction only possible if the genetic material is a close match…the sperm and the egg…otherwise the baby will be destroyed in the womb…the woman's body would treat it as a foreign invader and attack it…Without that match, you could never have children… without that match no one can… not you or Tommy, Wil Keith… none of your friends…no one any where …

Taking a deep breath…

The only possible workable match could be between…close family members.. like brothers and sisters or…~taking a deep breath~ mothers and their… ~my voice falters~… their sons…

 

[Tibxo]

Freddy

Mothers and their sons??? What is Mom saying?

The boy can feel the room become increasingly hot while he tries to make sense of what his mother is suggesting.

"I...still don't understand. Are you saying that they wants me to make you.... ", he falters. "to make you...you know, so that you can have....another baby?"...

 

[faith]

Looking into his eyes I wanted to protect him from this, but I couldn’t…very gently I reached out to take his hands in mine… he was shivering…his breath labored and I knew he was totally unaware of it…

“Calm down… Please Freddie, listen to me and understand… “

The Knowledge was there…he knew the answer to his own question… i saw it in his eyes… but that meant nothing without acceptance…taking a deep breath…


“Freddie, that is exactly what we are being told…”

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie

His legs feeling weak, he sits on the nearest stool while his mother quickly gets him a glass of orange squash.

He can't believe it! The Government want him to fu... to do it with his mom and get her knocked up!!! Pregnant!!!

Will he be expected to actually do ...er... do it with her? Actually fu... do it with his own mom?

That's sick!

He takes a deep swig and suddenly wishes he can have some of that whisky that Tommy has got stashed away.

He suddenly wonders how his friend will take all this.

At least he will get somebody to fuck!

Instantly he is ashamed of the thought.

But have they any choice?

Looking up, he sees that she is washing the draining board. Since the death of his father, the two of them have been very close. Apart from Mikey, she is the only family he has got.

Man! She looks so vulnerable! How is she taking all this?

He has been so concerned about his own feelings that he never for an instant thought about how his mom would feel. If it makes him feel bad, what about her?

"You okay, Mom?" He finds himself asking...

 

[faith]

No....that is what i want to scream... i am not all right...i haven't been for years... everything has gone wrong.... it was never suppose to be like this...

looking out the window at the night sky... i wonder where the day had gone to.... so much said and so much unsaid in the hours that had passes me by.....Looking at where Freddie sits....i give him a weak smile

"Yes love, i am fine... we both are... but there are things we need to do.... things you need to know.... "

Laying the busy work aside i go to stand before Freddie..

"there have been no men in my life since your fathers death. No reason for me to be on birth control.... so there is no reason we can't .... can't....i can't start trying to convieve. i am regular to within a coupls of days...knowing when i am the most fertile will not be overly hard... Freddie, the government is making it hard to refuse this, but we will if you can't accept what this means. The final descision will have to be yours... *taking a deep breath*...i am in a fertile time of the month... with mikey sharing your room i can't come to you..... think about it and..... if you decide to do this.....come to my room after mikey is asleep....

leaning foreard i kiss his forhead....

"love, it has to be to you ..... either way you decide...we will be fine...."

turning i head out of the Kitchen towards my bedroom... shaking as i go....thinking of the government dictates.... if he choses no..... we will never survive.....

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie

The words burn into his head as she leaves the room. He is not even sure if he has said goodnight.

"No reason for me to be on birth control.... so there is no reason we can't .... can't....I can't start trying to conceive. I am regular to within a couple of days...knowing when I am the most fertile will not be overly hard... Freddie, the government is making it hard to refuse this, but we will if you can't accept what this means. The final decision will have to be yours... *taking a deep breath*...I am in a fertile time of the month... with mikey sharing your room i can't come to you..... think about it and..... if you decide to do this.....come to my room after Mikey is asleep.... it has to be to you ..... either way you decide...we will be fine...."

Did she say what he thought she said? That they can do it tonight?? And not even to wait until he has had his checkup?

He swallows nervously. Finding his mouth dry, he goes to the sink, pour himself some water and gulps it down.

Still in a daze, he sees that it is almost midnight.

They must have been talking for hours.

Helping himself to some cheese and milk, Freddie decides to turn in too.

After having a quick shower and cleaning his teeth, he goes into his bedroom which he shares with Mikey and he sees that his kid brother is already tucked up in bed. His mother must have done it before going to bed herself.

Mom?

Again, his mind races over what she had said earlier. If he wants to, he can go to her room right now and fu...do it with her. For a moment, he wonders what it would be like. To be nestled against her. To see her body. To have his cock inside her.

Fuck!

The thought causes a perverse tremor to run down his spine. Under the towel, he feels his cock twitch. Pulling it off him, he stares down at his body which he can see quite clearly in the bright moonlight shining the window. His penis lays heavily on his leg, its head reaching halfway down his thigh.

Until a few hours ago, he never thought of his mother being...well... anything other than his mother. Now they (the Government) wants him to fuck her.

Putting on his boxers, he climbs into bed.

But could he? Could he do that?

He tries to picture her naked.

Shit! This is sick!

But even as his mind fights to deny it, his body, driven by his young hormones, reacts differently. The fact that there is a female available to him next door causes his virginal penis to swell slightly.

The boy groans as he feels himself erecting.

But she's my mom!!!

Turning on his side, he tries to go to sleep but all he can do is toss and turn, his body becoming more and more restless with need...

 

[faith]

leaning back against the door... i let the silent tears flow

walking to the bed i kneel, reaching under the bed i pull out the old wooden box... sliding the top off, i see old love letters... and special keepsakes... pulling one from the stack....unfolding it

18 years ago...


MED-TECH labs...

well... mom-and pop-to-be.... *i can't stop the giggle at the look of elation on Freddie face* you two lucky people have a baby boy on the way..... *wink* see this set of genes right here.....


Present...

folding the paper in half....i let the tears flow
"Oh God... "
for once i didn't try to curb the sound......

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie

He finds himself in a hospital, a man wearing a white doctor's coat beckons him over.

"Please roll up your sleeve." He says, cordially, as he hold a needle up vertically.

The boy obeys and the doctor jabs him in the arm. Filling the cylinder with blood, the door then introduces the needle into a small box. Squeezing the plunger, Freddie watches at the box goes green.

"You check out." The doctor says without looking up. "Now remove your clothing and enter the cubicle directly ahead."

Still in the corridor, Freddie strips off and walk into the cubicle indicated by the doctor.

There he finds his mother, naked, standing there with her arms outstretched.

Freddie wakes up, his body hot and sweaty.

Phew! It was just a dream!

Sighing, he relaxes.

God! What a dream!

Licking his lips, he tries to go back to sleep. But his mouth is too dry. Unable to get back to sleep without a drink, the boy gets up and makes his way out of the room to the kitchen. There, he finds the object of his dream, bending over as she retrieves something from the fridge, its light illuminating her soft body under the thin nightdress to his astonished gaze...

 

[faith]

Would this night ever end? I had been up and down a dozen times. Bending over, I look into the fridge; the cool air rushing out feels so nice on this hot muggy night. My nipples tighten as the cool air passes through the light thin material of my nighty. My breast are free, the soft cotton brushes against the nipples like a lovers caress. For the first time in years, I am tight and wet with need. I can feel an earthy dampness between my naked thighs. It had literally been years since I had though of myself in sexual terms. The events of the day were having a truly bizarre effect on me. Oh God, what is happening to me. Grabbing a soda can, I slam the door. Popping the top, i lean my head back to take a deep pull on the can. Licking my lips, and closing my eyes, I run the can over my forehead, down the side of my neck then I let it come to rest between the soft warm tissue of my breasts. My blood is on fire, reaching down, I let my empty hand rest on my soft smooth mons. The paper-thin material the only barrier…fingers itch to touch…to play… to …

.” No” the sound of my own voice seems so loud in the shadowy darkness. The muted light of full moon fills the small kitchen, touching my closed eyelids as i lean back against the counter

“Oh god…”fingers brush against the raging need…bed… i need to go to bed…. opening my eyes i take one step…dear God… a blush covers my entire body…

“Fre… Freddie… I thought you were in beeeee…. I mean, I tho..*clearing my throat* .thought you were asleep”

 

[Tibxo]

Freddie

Unable to move from the spot he is standing in, his eyes hungrily devours his mother's form as she slams the fridge door.

Fuck! She will see me!

But still he can't move. Instead all he can do is watch her, the moonlight illuminating the whole kitchen and his mother's form. Watch her as she runs the soda can that she is holding from her forehead, down her cheek and onto her neck. Watch her as she stretches her neck, running the can down onto her chest and then further down until her pillowly breasts brings the can's descent to a halt.

All these years and he never realised what a woman his mother is.

Her neck, her breasts.

The sight invokes feelings that he has never felt before. He so wants her to continue to push the can down. Over her breasts, down her body. He finds himself shaking, overwhelmed by his feelings. His penis creating a huge bulge in his boxers.

“Fre… Freddie… I thought you were in beeeee…. I mean, I tho.." Her voice brings him back to reality. Quickly he tries to cover his large arousal with his hands, willing it to go down. Instead, it only gets harder.

"thought you were asleep.” She says to him, her voice sounding strange. Deeper.

What can I say?

"Erm..erm...I came down for a drink." He says lamely, his eyes still locked on her body, drinking in her image. Unable to look away. He feels like he wants to explode...