he is their god

"Clean him," Emily murmured, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear, "so he can be our little boy again."The steamy water from the bathtub swirled around their naked bodies, lathered with soap and grime, as they bathed their zombie son.

Sarah nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She had missed their sweet, innocent son, and the idea of his rotting flesh washing away, layer by layer, brought her hope and a sense of renewal.

Together, they knelt before Zachary, his emaciated form bent over the side of the tub, his putrefying body barely recognizable as their own child. Sarah reached out to touch his stinking hair, brushing away the matted clumps with gentle strokes.

Her fingers lingered on his pasty, waxy skin as a mixture of sadness and undeniable arousal bubbled in her core.

She licked her lips, her fingers squeezing Zachary's ample and decaying balls. Every twitch inspired fresh surges of excitement to flood her senses, as the boundaries between the perverse and the profound became increasingly blurred.

Zachary groaned louder as Sarah's wet tongue made contact with the pulsating phallus between her lips. She could feel him trembling under her loving care. Their reanimated son was on the verge of something wondrous, although exactly what remained to be seen.

Sarah and Emily exchanged a glance, and then, with newfound fervor, they each went to work on one of Zachary's balls, licking and cleaning them with meticulous care.

"Our beautiful baby is such a big strong handsome man," they cooed in unison, their voices tinged with both pride and wonder.

After finishing the bath, they carefully dressed their son in new clean clothes. Freshly laundered jeans and a soft blue t-shirt draped over his mended body. Though his skin still retained an eerie pallor, the scars and wounds that had marred him were now hidden beneath the fabric.

He nervously fidgeted in his new, comfortable clothes, his eyes darting from Sarah to Emily and back again.

His moms closed in on him, caressing his arms and shoulders tenderly, whispering words of love and comfort. Those tender gestures slowly erased any trace of hesitation.

Sarah's hands wandered further down Zachary's torso, tracing the curves of his hips and the prominent ridge in his jeans.

As she unbuttoned his jeans, the smell of decay was barrely noticeable his boy clearly healing. His cock was even more beautifull returned to its natural coloration.

Sarah's hand reached inside his open jeans and gripped his cock, her warm flesh encircling the cool shaft. Zachary gasped, a tremor racing from his core to his extremities.

"You are perfect and we worship you" she said , her low voice seductive.

Zachary could only manage to whimper his response.