Becoming a Man, part 1 [inc] [MF] [Mom/Son] [Mdom] [nc] [spanking]

### Intro
This is fiction. It contains incest, rape, and abuse.
It is also part 1, in the hopes that I’ll write a part 2.

### Becoming a man
I can tell you the precise moment I realized I had become a man. The process of becoming a man is
always gradual, but I had a single moment, before which I had considered myself a boy, and after
which I knew I was a man.

I was 19, and it was a perfectly ordinary Saturday, filled with exercise and friends. It also had a
defining moment with my mother.
I had come home at 11 PM after being at a club with some friends. I had not felt like making
it a late night, and I did not feel like pursuing any women, and so it came that I was home early.
My mother, a well off 48 year old widow named Audrey, would not miss such an opportunity to
belittle and mock me.

“Home so soon? Couldn’t find a girl that wanted you?”, she snickered, and stood in my way.

The Apocalypse Barrier, Part 2 [Str8][MF][inc][Mom/Son]

### Part 2
We were about halfway through our road trip. We had both been in a good mood since the night before. We chatted about the food we would make once we had a decent kitchen again, carefully avoiding the question of how to get fresh produce. We kept talking about all the things we would do once we weren’t trapped in a car all day.

“It’ll feel so nice being able to walk around”, she said.

“I know. And not living so cramped, and not carrying everything with us.”, I replied.

“And I can’t wait to sleep in a proper bed”, she finally said.

I chuckled at how true that was, since the bed in the back of the camper wasn’t the greatest. But it also left us silent. I hadn’t considered the sleeping arrangements. In just a few days I had gotten used to sleeping with her next to me.

The Apocalypse Barrier [Str8][MF][inc][Mom/Son]

### Introduction
The zombie apocalypse was different than imagined. I was in my first year at university when the virus appeared. A small outbreak at first, with mild symptoms. My mother, already of a nervous disposition, needed comfort. That’s why I was by her side when the virus got worse. It quickly went global, spreading like wildfire. The symptoms were… zombie-like. Rather than dangerous flesh eating monsters, they were just shuffling around. Millions of them, capable of nothing more than drinking water and moving around. As far as we knew, me and my mother were the only survivors in our city.

### Part 1
Stealing my neighbors camper was easy, since he was zombified and incapable of understanding the concept of property. He was the outdoorsy type, something we had in common, and his camper was an all terrain vehicle with just enough room for two people. I had envied his camper, and the freedom he had with it, capable of going out trekking at a moments notice. Now the camper was mine, but while it had previously meant freedom, it now meant survival.