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  He saw now that she truly did have a very nice body. Her breasts were medium sized, but incredibly firm and well-shaped. She didn’t have an ounce of extra fat on her outside of her butt, which was large enough for him to get a good grip on.

  Her bra and panties were the last things she removed, and then she stood before Julius, naked and exposed. It felt almost sacrosanct to be looking upon a woman who represented what remained of the authority in the town entirely naked. His cock twitched as she moved closer to him and slowly settled herself down over his cock.

  Julius picked that moment to act. He reached his hands up and grabbed the woman by the hips, and then forced her down onto his hard member. She was already wet, but her tight pussy took a little bit of extra pressure to accept his rod.

  “Whoa, wait,” she said. “Slow…slow down.”

  Julius ignored her. He began thrusting his hips upwards, lifting the small woman in time with his beginning strokes. She felt amazing, and it made him question whether or not it was really so bad to be the last remaining representative of his gender.

  “Oh yeah, that’s right officer,” he said. “It’s your turn to come along quietly!”

  Officer Kelley began to squeal out loud, almost like a young girl losing her virginity. Julius was enjoying every second of it. Her cunt was squeezing him so tightly that it may as well have been a vice grip. The woman began to tense up after just a couple of solid pumps, and cried out even louder as an orgasm swept over her.

  “Sorry ma’am, but I’m not finished yet,” Julius said with a laugh. He continued pushing into the woman, feeling her juices dripping down onto his crotch. She was in her thirties, maybe around the same age of his mom, and he found himself wondering just how many of the teenagers she had harassed over her career had fantasized about pumping their dicks into the hot, cougar cop.

  That thought was too much for him, and he felt his dick begin to convulse, unloading his seed deep into the back of her womanhood. He let his climax take its course, and then set her down next to him on the bench.

  She was still dazed from the encounter, and didn’t notice Julius quickly moving to grab his clothes along with the keys from her uniform. He unlocked the door and stepped out of the cell, closing it behind him.

  “Hey, hold one,” she cried. “What are you doing?”

  Officer Kelley quickly crossed her legs and covered up her breasts, seeming to snap back to reality. Julius smiled at her.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow if you haven’t already been released,” he said. “Next time you arrest me, make sure you at least have a charge!”

  CHAPTER 6

  By the time Julius made it out of the police station, the sun was beginning to set. A strange feeling began to wash over him as he made his way to the street. There was a small crowd of women, maybe eight or nine, who seemed to have gotten wind of the fact that a man was still alive and in police custody.

  Most of them just stared as he made his way by, but a couple began yelling for him to stop, and one of them grabbed his sweatshirt. Julius had required his pistol on the way out, and pulled it out and fired it into the air. The shot was deafening, but it managed to push the crowd back. He waved to them apologetically and shook his head.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do,” he yelled.

  He continued back down the street. It took him longer to get home on foot than it would have by car, but that was okay. Most of the people in the town had gone inside for the night, and after a moment he felt himself letting his guard down and going into his head. It was nice to have an empty moment to think. It reminded him of being out alone in the forest, and made him yearn for the lifestyle.

  Julius saw that his mom’s car was still in the driveway as he walked up his street. It was no surprise. There was less going on in the town than there ever had been before. Most people seemed to be just hanging around home. The women who did still have jobs continued to work, from what he’d seen, but often found that their job responsibilities had shifted massively since the outbreak.

  He walked in through the front door and took his shoes off. His mom was sitting in the living room and watching TV, wearing only a thin night gown that her tits seemed to be threatening to push right out of.

  “Hey mom,” he said. “I’m back.”

  “Oh my god honey, I was so worried!” she said. Laura stood up and ran over to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. He could feel the sheer material against his skin, and instantly started to get excited.

  “Yeah, well, I’m fine,” he said. “Totally unharmed.”

  His mom didn’t immediately break the hug, an though he tried to fight his own impulses, his cock began to grow within his pants. It seemed to spring up to its full length in less than a second, and he knew that his mom could feel it pushing against his stomach.

  “Honey, you’re the last male left that anyone knows about,” she said. “There are a lot of women out there who would think about trying to…do things to you, because of that.”

  “I know mom, but don’t worry,” he said, feeling his cock ache as it pushed up against his mother’s soft body. “I’ll be okay.”

  “That’s not what I mean,” said Laura. “I…I think you need to find a way to take care of yourself a little better.”

  Julius felt his mom’s hand rubbing up and down the length of his back. He looked into her eyes, and saw a mixture of motherly love, and something else. Her perfume smelled amazing, and though it made him feel incredibly awkward, part of him wanted to push his crotch forward against her.

  “I just want to make sure that you’re not tempted into doing anything that goes against your interests, sweetie,” she said, her hand beginning to stray down his chest, down his stomach, and then, even further. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

  “Mom!” cried Julius. She was rubbing her soft hand over his covered bulge, and it managed to feel incredibly wrong and incredibly amazing at the same time.

  “Don’t worry, honey, it’s fine,” she said. “Don’t think of it a sexual thing. Just let mommy take care of you.”

  Despite her words, it was hard for Julius to put aside the fact that she was his mother. She led him over to the couch, and sat him down on it. Part of him wanted to stand up and rip her tiny night gown right off, but he managed to keep controlled.

  Laura sat down next to her son and went to work with her hands. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the flap of his boxers, and then began working it, slowly and steadily.

  “Oh god mom,” he moaned. “That feels so amazing…”

  “I know it does baby,” she said. “Remember when I used to rub your back when you were little? Remember how good it felt?”

  She was moving her hand up and down his shaft, gently and deliberately. Julius had experienced hand jobs before, and had never much liked them. This was different, though. His mom’s light touch seemed to send waves of pleasure through his body. His hips angled up slightly with each of her strokes, as though trying to give her a better angle to work from.

  “Just let mommy take care of you, sweetie,” whispered Laura.

  She sped up, pumping her son’s cock up and down and rubbing his inner thigh with her free hand. Laura shifted her position so she was down on her knees in front of him, close enough so that he could feel her hot breath on the sensitive head of his cock.

  “Oh, mom,” he said. “Please keep going mom, don’t stop! I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

  “Do it sweetie,” she whispered. “Do it for me.”

  Julius couldn’t hold out any longer. His dick began to explode, tensing up in the most powerful orgasm he had experienced all day. His mom held her hand over the tip of his cock, catching his cum and then smearing it back along his shaft almost as though she was using it as lube to milk out the last few drops.

  He was breathing heavy, and almost felt like he had to take a second to come back to reality and confirm what had happened. His mom had mas
turbated him, and he had enjoyed it, as guilty and ashamed of that fact that he was. It was hard for him to even look her in the eye.

  “I think I should try to take care of you as often as I can, honey,” whispered Laura. “Anytime you get an urge, just come tell me. And no matter what, don’t let any other women…do things to you. Please?”

  Julius looked at his mom and nodded.

  “I won’t,” he said, hoping that he would be able to hold to that promise.

  Laura walked upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. Julius zipped up his pants and then turned on the TV. A news reporter seemed to be announcing a breaking story, and he turned up the volume so he could follow along.

  “We have been receiving reports of a man alive in the United States that is immune to the plague. Due to an information blockade vital for the security of the nation, we cannot release anything more than that. The President is currently in a meeting with her advisors, and we will keep you updated on this story as we learn more about it.”

  Julius smiled, and turned it off. He walked up to his room and climbed into bed, knowing as he closed his eyes that his life would never again be the same.

  CHAPTER 7

  A full night’s sleep was what Julius really needed. Unfortunately, the world did not allow for him to get it. He had been in bed for only a couple of hour s when a loud pounding from outside awoke him. He pulled himself up, and after slipping on some pajama bottoms, made his way out into the hallway and downstairs.

  His mom was already in the living room, wearing the same thin night gown he had seen her in the night before. Julius’s mind briefly flashed with the memory of their encounter, but then he saw her face. She was worried, and seemed to be frozen with her eyes locked onto the door, unable to summon the courage needed to open it.

  He walked up to her and grabbed her shoulder. She turned towards him, and he smiled.

  “It’s okay mom,” he whispered. “We’ll be fine.”

  Julius had taken something from underneath his pillow, and now held it in his hand as he slowly made his way over to the door. It was his father’s pistol, and he was quickly coming to terms with the fact that he might have to use it for its intended purpose.

  There was another knock. Julius put his left hand on the doorknob, and then gestured for his mom to hide behind the couch, which she did. Then, he took a deep breath, and pulled the door open, readying himself to face whatever destiny awaited him.

  “Drop the weapon!” cried a woman’s voice. “Get down on the ground, now!”

  Julius didn’t even have time to comply. The butt of a rifle struck him squarely in the chest, knocking him backwards and leaving him winded. The gun was ripped out of his hands and his wrists were roughly pulled behind his back as they rolled him onto his stomach and pushed him into the ground.

  He could see the women streaming in out of the corner of his eye. They were wearing black, military grade uniforms, with big vests of tactical body armor strapped to their abdomens that fit them poorly. Still, seeing the weapons in their hands had enough of an intimidating effect on Julius that they could have been naked and he still would have complied.

  “Who else is in the house?” barked the woman.

  Laura stepped out from behind the couch, her body trembling visibly and her hands held high in the air. Another woman commando stepped forward and pushed her into a sitting position on the couch, keeping a rifle trained on her. The lead woman pulled a radio off her waist and clicked it on with a small beep.

  “All clear, “she said. “I repeat, we have both of them in custody and the situation is under control.”

  There was a short pause in the action. Julius had calmed down a little, and realized with a start that all of the women in the unit seemed to be moving and pacing restlessly. This was the first time they have ever seen any action, he realized.

  “So I take it that you ladies have realized that I’m a man,” he said, smiling. “I know what you’re here for, but please, form an orderly line and I will do my best to take care of each of your intense sexual needs, one at a time.”

  The commando who had secured his hands giggled, and then ruffled his hair.

  “Maybe I need to double check you for weapons,” she said.

  “Oh, please do,” he replied. “I think I have one that would be most critical for you to confiscate.”

  One of her hands slid under Julius and made its way towards his crotch. He leaned over to his side as much as he could to make room for it, and felt a small burst of pleasure shoot up from his loins as the woman began playfully rubbing his goods. The leader of the commandos shook her head, but said nothing.

  “Wow, if I had known that this was the way things were going to go, I would have opened the door in my birthday suit,” he joked.

  “Knock it off, the President just pulled up!” yelled another woman from outside.

  Julius was surprised, and almost thought that he had misheard what had been said. Then, the reality of the situation began to dawn on him. All of the female commandos stood up and moved away from the door, and then a moment later, a very elegantly dressed and rather attractive older woman walked in that he immediately recognized.

  “Hello Julius,” she said. “Do you know who I am?”

  “Of course I do,” he said. “I’ve seen all of your films, even the old indie ones where you go full nude.”

  The President shook her head, but a small trace of a smile let him know that his sense of humor was not entirely wasted. She walked over to him and then crouched down on one knee, putting them both on nearly the same level.

  “How did you survive, Julius?” she asked. “There are no other living men. Not a single one, at least that we’ve found so far. Except for you.”

  He looked her in the eyes, and decided to be serious.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “As far as I can tell, I was just in the right place at the right time. For the last two weeks I’ve been survival camping. When I came back home, it was after the main virus had struck.”

  The President sighed, and then crossed her arms.

  “Julius, even all of the…genetic samples of men that we have stored away have proven to be deteriorating. We still have some left frozen, but any that we try to use for artificial insemination die off, or don’t manage to take with female eggs.”

  “Oh wow,” he said. “That sucks…”

  A couple of the female commandos looked as though they were frustrated with him, but the President seemed to take his glib response in good humor. She was wearing a pair of gloves, and she took one of them off and brought it to his face.

  “I’m not like many of my male predecessors,” she said. “If none of this matters to you, then we’ll just take a sample of your blood and sperm and be on your way.”

  She paused for a moment, and then leaned towards him so that her face was close to his, and they could really see into each other’s eyes. Julius found himself getting weirdly turned on, and realized that the woman was quite attractive, and not just for a female politician.

  “But if you care about bringing the world back, and saving humanity, we would like for you to come with us. We want to take you somewhere safe, somewhere that hides you, and protects you, and lets you help us through simply being alive and letting us study why you’re alive.”

  Julius sat up. The female commando who had joked with him before put her hand on his shoulder, and the gravity of the decision he was about to make began to descend on him. He could see his mom looking on, horrified and conflicted.

  “I will help in any way I can, but I won’t consent to being a lab rat,” he said.

  “That won’t be the case, I assure you,” said the President.

  “And I get to bring my gun.”

  Some of the commandos seemed to flinch at his last word, and the President gave him a curious look. After a moment, she nodded.

  “We have to leave immediately,” she said. “You already are in danger, more than you know.”

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�Wait!” cried Laura.

  The President and commandos turned towards her almost as if they’d forgotten that she was in the room. Julius’s mom had a stubborn, possessive look on her face, and she was breathing quickly.

  “I will not let you take my son from me,” she said. “I, I’ll never see him again.”

  The President briefly looked at her, and then nodded.

  “Fine,” she said. “You can come along with him.”

  And with that, she turned and walked out of the house. One of the women had gone up into his room and packed all of his clothes into a bag, and another quickly went and did the same for Laura. Without much fanfare at all, both Julius and his mother were shepherded outside and into separate armored military transport vehicles, each flanked by a couple of the world’s deadliest women.

  CHAPTER 8

  The back of the van that Julius ended up in seemed almost like something out of a movie. There were clear cabinets with guns and flash bang grenades locked away inside, along with lanyard handles hanging from the ceiling, and small, metal windows that would slide open enough to allow for weapons to be poked out. He sat down on a bench inside of it and was joined by two female commandos, with a third climbing into the driver’s seat in front.

  One of them sat beside him, and playfully ruffled his hair. He smiled, and the vehicle began moving forward.

  Julius didn’t feel a need to look out the window to see where they were going. It didn’t seem to make any difference to him. Even the fact that they were leaving the town that he had grown up in seemed to have no impact. It wasn’t the same home town he had known, not anymore.

  “Do you mind if I pick your brain?” asked the commando sitting next to him.

  Julius turned towards her, seeing her for the first time. She had a rugged, tomboy look that seemed to go beyond the military equipment she was decked out in. He could tell that her hair was cut short even under the cap she had it stuffed into. She was still a very attractive woman, however, with modest sized breasts and a lean frame, and he found himself wondering just how much she had been hit on by her coworkers back before the plague.