They try to revive him

She swallowed every drop, feeling a sense of relief and fulfilment wash over her like a tidal wave.

Emily did the same, never breaking contact, her hands roaming over the torn remnants of her son's corpse, as if to remind him that he was safe and still loved.

The tangled mass of bodies pulled together, flesh against flesh, filling the air with a potent aroma that was both horrifying and exciting. Sweat trickled down their temple as they worshipped the obscene rod of zombie flesh. The intensity between them escalated until Sarah could sense Emily’s urgency boiling over just like hers.

The urgency to fill the gaping void of human emotion in Zachary’s glazed-over eyes.

Zachary was incapable of holding back any longer as his body convulsed and writhed from their dual ministrations. His ragged breaths were a grotesque mix of human and inhuman sounds, muffled only by the overwhelming wave of release.

With a sickening thud, he fell backward, and his monstrous cock slapped against his sallow stomach.

A thick, viscous stream of sperm dripped from the tip of his cock, trailing down his ripped abdomen. Emily and Sarah stared at the mess, unable to look away as the smelly residue melted into the floor beneath them.

"Oh my fucking god," Emily breathed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Did we really....did we just do that?"

Sarah tossed the scraps of fabric that had once been her underwear aside and stood up, trembling. "We did what we had to do," she said hoarsely.

"To save Zachary, to bring him back to us, to keep us alive. I hope you know that, Emily. I fucking hope you understand."

Emily looked up, tears streaming down her face, and nodded in awe. "I know, Sarah. I know." She stood up and crossed the distance between them, her eyes never leaving Sarah's. They held each other for a moment, two exhausted bodies clinging to something they never knew they needed as they stroked Zachary back to life.

Sarah whispered sincere words of love to their transformed son, reminding him of who they were and everything they had been through.

Emily stared at the two of them, her heart swelling, and a yearning that she never knew existed burned fiercer than ever within her. She wanted to join in, to connect with both Sarah and Zachary in a way that transcended time and ****.

Emily's hands rested on Zachary's chest as she leaned against him, tentatively brushing her lips over his cold rotting skin.

He still didn't respond, but he didn't push her away either. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, before looking into Sarah's tender eyes.

In the space of a second, their lips met in a fierce, **** kiss, as if their love could erase all boundaries and make this horrid reality vanish.

Emily's mind raced as she thought about the unimaginable act that had taken place moments ago.

Her body buzzed with an exhilarating mix of arousal and fear as her thoughts turned erotic once more, and she realized there were more ways she could help their son.

"Zachary, sweetheart," Emily whispered and touched his face. His once soft cheeks were now coarse with rot, but she saw a glimmer of life in his eyes. "Let us help you, please."

The hunger in Zachary's eyes was undeniable, and he let go completely as Sarah and Emily took control over him.

Their hands explored his hard, gross cock, learning every inch of it, committing its monstrous contours to memory. The once smooth and supple flesh, now desecrated by time and ****, only heightened their depravity.

Their fingers intertwined around his girth before Sarah took the lead and began to pump him furiously. Emily, on the other hand, ran her fingers through the wisps of rotten hair that hung from his head—a grotesque contrast to their son’s usual image.

He was different; he was something else completely, and they had to accept it in their perverse attempt to free him from the clutches of the unforgiving apocalypse.

A shudder of delight rippled down Sarah’s spine as her hand moved in tandem with Emily’s, both of them jerking him off furiously like **** whores who had given up on all sense of shame. Zachary leaned into their caresses, his eyes filled with a deep craving for their touch.

Sarah's breath hitched as she traced the veins on her son's disfigured cock, a macabre network that pulsed with both life and decay.

Emily dropped to her knees, tears staining her cheeks. She worshipped every inch of their son, her tongue lashing out to taste him, a defiant act of love against the horrors they faced. Sarah stared, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions spinning within her chest as she watched Emily fondle his balls.

The warm, pulsating flesh beneath their fingers was at once repulsive and achingly intimate.

"Come on, baby," Sarah cooed, forcing her voice steady as she uttered the words. "Show us how much you love Mommy Sarah and Mommy Emily."

Zachary groaned, his head lolling back. The veins lining his neck stood out like blue rivers under his flesh, drawing her gaze to the gash that exposed a sliver of tendons.

Fuck me, she thought, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat.

Her hand continued to pump, synchronizing with Emily's **** licks on the tip of his cock.

Sarah hoped that their despicable act might draw him back, tether him to their world and lead them closer to redemption, even if only momentarily.

"Fuck, his cum tastes fucking terrible!" Emily gagged, but her mouth kept sucking.

She slid her tongue along the slit, gathering up the thick, grotesque fluids and eagerly swallowing them. Zachary let out an unearthly howl, the veins popping on his arms and neck like demented ropes. The sheer **** of their lovemaking and the **** craving for connection were evident.

The room became a haze of sex and sweaty bodies.

Sarah felt her heart racing, her breath hitching as Emily continued to lick and suck their zombie son's putrid cock. The taste was atrocious, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by the sheer taboo nature of the situation.

Zachary moaned, his limbs jerking as Emily reached out to grope his ass. She slipped a finger inside, marveling at the undead flesh, even as she felt a surge of disgust, mixed with an undefined thrill, that threatened to overtake her.

The girls took turns and time, exploring and desiring their undead son, keeping their minds clear that this was for love. That this was their only way to reach Zachary. That this was **** on the cold, grey world that claimed him like every living soul.

They deserved this.

"H-honey, t-together?" Emily stammered, glancing up at Sarah with a mixture of trepidation and arousal. "Are you sure you can..." She left the words hanging between them, her question begging for an answer.

Sarah nodded, determination steeling her gaze. "Yes, we can do this. Fuck, we will do this." She glanced at Zachary, his rotten dick erect and as monstrous as ever.

"We love you zachary' please come back to us'' Sarah and Emily in unison, taking turns to swallow the ungodly chunks of corrupted flesh that loomed between their lips. It was as if they were trying to siphon off the decay consuming their son.

Their heads bobbed in a solemn rhythm, a sorrowful tune for the putrefied phallus. The taste of metal mixed with rancid meat dominated the back of their throats, yet their eyes never wavered as they stared deep into the hollowed-out sockets that were once their son's radiant orbs.

They craved for the faintest flicker of life within those depths.

Their hands wrapped around the monstrous rod, greedy fingers tracing its grotesque veins, leaving a trail of tears and mucus as they wept together in their perverse ceremony. Bound by unspeakable love, Sarah and Emily worked as one: a dual-headed being with a single purpose - to save their child.

With each fluid motion, that repulsive dick pulsed against their tongues, filling the void that surrounded them.

Sarah's tongue found Zachary's ass, sliding smoothly within the dark ruin. The smell of decay was lost to her as she plunged deeper into the wet void.

Sarah lapped at the filthy hole, fueling herself with the desire to pierce the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead. Her fervor was relentless, as she desperately sought to draw their son back from the clutches of ****.

The fetid aroma pervading the room suffused them with each breath, binding Sarah and Emily as they embraced the grotesque act they wished would spare their child.

Yet, the taste of **** did not deter them: the wretched flavor on their tongues was the bitter pill that could pry Zachary from the icy grip of the undead.

Zachary writhed, a low growl vibrating through his chest as Sarah drove her tongue into his ruptured ass. .

“Hurry,” Emily pleaded between gasps and sloppy sucks.

Sarah eagerly complied, pushing deeper, her nose nuzzling the coarse hairs that surrounded his disfigured pucker.

Saliva dripped down Emily's chin, her hands gripping her zombie son's mangled hips. She wanted him to see, to feel, their maternal love as the boundary between life and **** blurred.

Zachary howled as the sensation overwhelmed him, and an unprecedented warmth coursed violently through his mutated veins.

There was a certain bond to the wretchedness they shared, and the obscenity was like an ominous fog—an abominable blanket of **** that seeped into their souls.

Zachary's cold fingers meandered down Sarah's sweat-drenched cheek, sparing a fleeting moment of tenderness before succumbing once more to carnage.

His touch was as cold and unforgiving as the grave, but she reveled in it, greedy for a token of the love she feared she may never reclaim.

Emily's salacious cries entwined with Sarah's. As Zachary's ass convulsed and tightened around Sarah's punishing tongue, a sense of nausea clawed its way up her throat.

She choked against it, denying revulsion another chance to poison her devotion towards her undead child. Emily deep-throated his swollen cock, struggling to keep from puking as the abhorrent taste flooded her mouth. With each powerful stroke, Sarah pressed her lips against Zachary's tattered hole, their bodies writhing as they straddled the unfathomable boundary between life and ****.

But as she repressed the urge to wretch, Sarah's mind swirled back to a time when their love for Zachary was uncomplicated, enveloped by the warmth and affection they felt from raising him. This recollection, this pure emotion, swelled within her, forcing its way free and dripping from her eyes.

She cried for days long past, as her head bobbed up and down in that merciless hell-hole she had buried her tongue.

Emily echoed her tears, bawling as she slobbered all over Zachary's gargantuan, rotting cock. The undead phallus pushed against her throat, begging her to ease up. But sweet Emily wouldn't dare; her love for Zachary was as fierce as her will to see him revived.

Her hands gripped him like a lifeline, pulling him into her mouth as she breathed through her nose—the stench and taste be damned.

Sarah felt Emily's internal struggle, a silent war waged inside her and reverberating throughout their intertwined bodies. She let out a soul-shaking moan, tears streaming endlessly as her tongue drilled into their son's corroded insides. The sinister symphony of their suffering and salvation reverberated through the wasteland of the suburban haven that once cradled their vibrant lives.

As the vibrant seeping slime of his undead juices flooded their mouths and coated their faces, they began to marvel at the irony of it all. He, their precious boy, was making them whole with the gift of raw, corruption. A repugnant gesture few others would ever dare to grant, let alone receive.

They were three souls intertwined by an insatiable **** that pulsed deep within Zachary's lifeless heart.

Zachary's body twitched, a strangled gurgle escaping from the black chasm that used to be his throat. Sarah gasped and pulled back, releasing the hold on her son's ass while Emily gagged almost desperately around the grotesque, throbbing mass between her lips.

Their eyes met, Emily's bloodied mouth stretched into a twisted grin. The obscenity of it all struck a deafening chord inside Sarah, her heart pounding erratically between her ribs, swelling with hope and arousal so potent it was blinding.

Their monstrous and erotic affair had seemingly awoken a newfound sense; their son's eyes flickered open for an instant, betraying a distant glimmer amid the pitch-black. But as fast as it appeared, it faded, the lifeless void once again devouring any trace of hope.

Shoving back the encroaching despair, Sarah grabbed Zachary's mangled cockhead and pushed it between her legs. Her drenched folds now parted for the abominable bulge of their son's member.

Sarah plunged herself onto it mercilessly, feeling the grotesque, cold, and monstrous flesh defile her in every way possible. A guttural scream escaped her lips, and tears traced dark paths on her freckled cheeks as her body shuddered with revulsion and elation.