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“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Sarah pounded her fists on the dusty metal gates outside their home, desperately trying to hold them shut. Her heart thundered, and her chest heaved as she grunted and pushed against the heavy weight.

The moans of the creature on the other side reverberated ominously in her ears.It was clawing and snarling behind the door. Her gaze flicked over to Emily, who stood silently beside her, her hands trembling as she gripped the battered baseball bat they had found in the garage.

Emily never said much when things got tough. She was the type that let her actions speak for her. Sarah had always admired and envied that about her. Suddenly the crature that used to be thier son bursts through the door.Zachary's eyes, once filled with life and love, now glistened with a voracious hunger. His mother's tightened their grip on their makeshift weapons, an uneasy alliance forming between them.

“Damn it, Zach,” Sarah spoke calmly despite the maelstrom roaring inside her. “This isn’t you. You need to fight this.”

Zachary let out a wail, his body lurching towards them, his decaying flesh hanging off his skeletal frame.

Sarah watched in horror as the thing that was once her son approached her, his dick hard, woobly and monstrously disfigured. A cruel, all-too-human smirk tugged on his lips. Tears burned the back of her eyelids, but she fiercely held herself together for Emily.

Emily's face twisted as she stared at the monster they had raised, the unconditional love now substituted by raw terror.

"Sweetheart, I know you're still in there somewhere," Emily spoke gently as if trying to tame a wounded beast. "Fight it, Zachary. For us."

The zombie child slowly transformed back to the boy they knew, but his eyes remained vacant and cold and his cock was still huge rotten inviting and mouthwatering. Sarah's heart ached with pity like someone had lodged a stone into her chest. Zachary was still there, somewhere behind the facade of the monster he had become.

"What do we do now?" Emily whispered as she glanced around the wasteland that was their once beautiful backyard.

They keep looking at his cock.

How it pulsates and swells even in this wretched state, a gruesome testament to nature's perversity. It is a tangible representation of the undead life and the twisted desire now coursing through their son's veins. Emily couldn't help but feel guilt and sorrow as she continued to stare at it, her eyes tracing its despondent length.

Sarah, however, is both horrified and intrigued by the sight. She has never seen anything so terrifying and strangely alluring in her life.

And yet, she can't help but devote just an instant of contemplation to that insidious appendage before shifting her focus to the dire predicament at hand.

"We can't keep living like this, Emily,” Sarah rasped as she gripped the whispered promise in her hands, a twin-edged sword teetering between hope and nightmarish possibility. “There’s got to be another way...

Sarah reached out and gently placed her hand on Emily's shoulder. She felt the heaviness in Emily's bones that mirrored her own. They were both lost, overwhelmed and searching through an unfathomable darkness for an answer.

The silence grew suffocating between them until Sarah's eyes slowly settled on the revoltingly enticing appendage still protruding from the ravished remains of her son. Zachary snarled and attempted to push against her with a pained expression, seemingly tortured by the transformation, his eyes pleading for some semblance of mercy.

Sarah watched as Emily's eyes welled up with tears before she closed them and descended on her zombie son's pulsating monstrosity. Sarah tightened her grip on her own weapon and approached hesitantly as she felt the weight of her actions settle on her shoulders.

She watches, eyes agape, as Emily took their son's terrifying tool deep into her mouth. Despite the horrendous situation, Sarah can't ignore the shocking arousal that creeps in like a thief in the night. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she watched the obscenity unfold.

Nothing in their past had prepared them for this encounter—an encounter that would change the course of their lives forever.

Hesitantly, Sarah approached the tangled mass of flesh and bone that was once her son Zachary. Her insides were on fire with a primal, uncontrollable ****, the likes of which they had never known.

Zach's eyes widened as he saw Sarah approaching him with a raw hunger and resolve in hers. He knew what she wanted, and a part of him—a small, **** part that still hung onto the remnants of his humanity—wanted the same thing.

To connect, to love, to return to the life that was once his.

He softened, acutely aware of the weight of their desperation and the surging current that pulled them towards salvation or ruin. He groaned, hips thrusting forward involuntarily, acutely aware of the invasion.

Emily gasped, the salty taste of his rotting flesh lingering on her tongue. The sensation of his cock swelling unnaturally, as if yearning to take over every inch of her, left her breathless with anticipation.

Sarah eyed the monstrous appendage jutting out from her son's desiccated body, quickly banishing any thoughts of revulsion. Instead, she focused on the powerful love she felt for her son — a connection neither of them could deny.

She met Emily's eyes, and they nodded at each other before falling to their knees in front of Zachary. Their mouths found his cock simultaneously, and the sound of them gagging and moaning only intensified their staggering lust.

Sarah's rough hands gripped his disfigured shaft as she feverishly began to stroke the zombified remnants of her son, while Emily greedily sucked on his pulsating tip.

"Y-you like that, Zachary?" Sarah panted, pushing her tongue against his bloated ball sack. "You like having your moms here for you, making you feel good? We loooooove you so much. Please son come back for us"

Zachary groaned and let out a throaty sound, the sound of pure animalistic pleasure.

It seemed like something between a purr and a howl, but Sarah knew it was a sound of love, a sound that meant he was truly coming home.

She sucked harder, digging her teeth into him when he finally exploded, shooting a surge of warm semen into her mouth. The taste was putrid, unlike anything Sarah ever experienced before, but it was a taste of her son, and that made it sweet in her eyes.