Odie & Martin Ep. 02

Thank you everyone for the positive response to the first episode of Kodie & Martin.

As I mentioned in the first instalment, I'm going to try and use some of the multitude of started stories and turn them into episodes of Kodie & Martin. Episodes 1, 2, & 3, are going to be slightly more narrative than episodic, as they are setting up the characters. After that though, it will definitely turn away from the narrative approach.

At the time of submitting this episode, I have not started writing episode 3, but have planned it out. Hopefully the writing flows as quickly as this one did.

As always anyone in described/graphic sexual acts is over the age of 18, and consenting. This is a work of pure fiction, from the author's mind.

I hope you enjoy!

Episode 2

Part 1

It was a little awkward being found in bed with my mom the next morning. Dad came stumbling into their bedroom bleary-eyed, though with a big smile on his face.

"Ha! There you two are. I was beginning to wonder," Dad said, wandering over to his dresser.

Waking, I tightened my arms around the athletic body in my arms. When I realized who it was, I pulled away, putting some space between us.

My mom glanced down at her naked body, and I did the same. Though we'd been found in bed, Dad didn't yet know about our nakedness, thanks to the blankets.

In a panic, I mouthed to Mom, "What do we do?"

Mom looked around searching for a solution, then her eyes fell on her husband, as he pulled out his clothes for the day. "Mark, are you having a shower?"

Dad glanced over at the bed, and I couldn't meet his gaze. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye.

"I need one after last night. I think I slept in someone's spilt beer."

Mom rolled her eyes. "I think I'll join you then. Go ahead and get it started. I'll be right in."

At my mother's words, I couldn't help but look and see my dad's reaction. He had a gleam in his eye, and I felt a pang of jealousy that I had no right to feel.

Without a word, Dad went to the ensuite bathroom, and started the shower running.

As soon as Mom was sure that Dad was gone she leaned over and planted a scorching kiss on my lips. Staring right into my eyes, she said, "I love you. We need to talk, but we can't do it when there is anyone around. Wait until I'm in there, then get dressed and out of here. Okay?"

I nodded. "I love you too. No matter what."

We shared another kiss, and then Mom tossed the blankets back and strode purposefully for the bathroom, naked in all her glory. She glanced back over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her, her lips twisting up in a smile.

I ran my hands through my hair, as I flopped back on the bed groaning.

Though last night had been an accident, and I never thought in a million years that I would have had sex with my mother, last night

did

happen. And I wanted it to happen again... at least I thought I did.

With a sigh, I did what I was told, dressing and heading out into the house at large to see what damage had been done.

***

For the next week, neither Mom nor I could find enough time alone to be able to discuss what happened, or what would happen. Everyone's schedules just seemed to be lined up so that we were never alone. That isn't to say that we didn't have any time alone. Just a few minutes here or there.

Throughout the week, Mom and I shared our affections. I made sure to give her lots of hugs and kisses; nothing that would be considered inappropriate between a mother and son, but more than what we ever had in the past. Mom also showed her affection with little touches. If we were in the kitchen, she would brush past me. When handing me something, her hand would caress mine. Watching TV in the evening, she would sit next to me on the couch, and lean in close.

It was a little confusing, not being able to talk things through. I wanted to know without uncertainty what was going on between us.

That Thursday morning, I jogged down the stairs into the kitchen. Dad was plating some eggs and bacon, while Mom poured coffee. Mom immediately grabbed another mug and poured for me.

"You're late. Skillet's hot if you want to cook some eggs," Dad said.

I shook my head. "Thanks anyway. I prefer cereal for breakfast. After all these years of eating it every morning. I wouldn't want to change my habit now," I replied, grabbing a bowl.

He just laughed bringing their food to the dining room.

Once I joined them and began pouring my cereal, Mom spoke up.

"So, I've been thinking. I've got some vacation time saved up at work, and I could use a break. My boss has been offering me the use of a cabin up north. How about we take an extra long weekend and spend four or five days together, just us?"

My eyes met hers, and I could see the true meaning in her words.

Dad's fork stopped halfway to his mouth. "Kodie, I was hoping to go to a kegger this weekend. Dan and Willy are planning on going." He lowered his fork, as he glanced between Mom and me. "Don't let me stop you two from going though."

Mom and I glanced at him. I didn't know whether to be happy and excited or pissed. Honestly, I felt both. I was glad that Mom and I would finally have the chance to talk in depth, and spend time together. I felt pissed that Dad would rather go to some college party rather than spend time with his wife and son; especially considering that said wife expressed a desire to spend time together.

While I tried to control the flood of conflicting emotions, Mom replied while looking at me, "If you're sure that it wouldn't bother you, I think we will go. Assuming, of course, you want to, Martin?"

I reached across the table, and took Mom's hand. "Absolutely!"

She smiled. "Good. I'll arrange everything today at work."

Dad smiled. Seeming not to notice the byplay between Mom and me, he went back to clearing his plate of food.

Mom squeezed my hand, and we finished our breakfast like normal.

***

"Gawd the sky looks bad. Are we almost there?" I asked, leaning over the steering wheel and looking up at the angry purple clouds blowing in our direction.

We'd been on the road for the past three hours heading for the cabin. I could tell Mom wanted to talk about us as much as I did, but by unspoken agreement, we waited until we got to the cabin.

Mom looked down at the page of directions her boss had given her. "I think so. If these are accurate, there is just one more turn. Onto the lane, and then we have to cross a bridge onto the property."

Sitting back in my seat, I glanced over at her, before turning my eyes back to the road.

"I still find it hard to believe that there are places without addresses in this day and age."

Mom laughed. "I was surprised when Tina told me that too." She glanced down at the page again for a moment then continued, "Slow down. It looks like this is our turn. The directions say to turn right at a massive oak tree shaped like a demon."

I nodded my acknowledgement of the demonic tree and followed her instructions. The tree likely had been struck by lightning at some point, as the central trunk had broken away leaving a jagged scar with a blackened hollow. The lower branches reached out like arms, and someone had even put red bicycle reflectors up where eyes would be to make the tree look more imposing. With the wind causing the giant tree to sway it truly looked demonic.

As soon as we were on the seldom-used dirt lane, the rain started to fall. Within moments it was a deluge with strong gusts of wind buffeting the car. Even with the wipers on full speed, I was still forced to slow the car to a crawl due to the lack of visibility.

When a particularly violent gust of wind shook the car, Mom's hand shot out and grabbed my thigh. Her fingers gripped my pants tightly in fear.

I wanted to take her hand in mine and comfort her, but needed both hands on the steering wheel. I drove us along slowly.

I slowed the car further when the trees seemed to open up in front of us.

A flash of lightning helped brighten the scene before us. We'd reached the bridge. A deep gorge spread out away from us, the bottom a tumult of swirling brown water. A simple beam bridge, composed of several logs tied together, spanned the gap.

I glanced at Mom.

She looked right back and nodded. "This is what Tina described. She said it's safe."

I didn't know if I agreed with the sentiment, but nodded.

I kept the car at idle speed, and inched across the bridge, breathing a sigh of relief when we were on solid ground again.

A little further up the lane, and I pulled us to a stop in front of the cabin.

We both stared out the windshield at the small log cabin before us. I know it wasn't what I was expecting, and based on Mom's reaction, I don't think it was what she was expecting either. It looked like it belonged in the 1800s. There was a latch for a doorknob, and it looked as though glass dinner plates had been used as the windows. The roof was low, and I couldn't tell if it was shingle or thatch due to the moss growing on it.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Mom nodded, not looking at me.

"Maybe spending the weekend here isn't the best idea. Let's just stay tonight and head out tomorrow once the storm passes," Mom suggested.

I nodded my agreement. "There's no way we can safely drive back now, so staying tonight is the only option."

After a moment she reached into her pocket and pulled out a brass key.

I reached over and took it from her.

"Wait! Martin, I can open it."

I smirked at her. "Not a chance am I letting you spend any more time in this storm than necessary. I'll just be a moment."

Unbuckling, I leaned over and kissed her, before opening my door and rushing into the rain and wind. I was soaked through instantly.

Thanks to the brightness from the headlights I managed to find the lock. It was a small brass padlock attached to a bracket in the top corner of the door.

Pushing through into the cabin, I let out a sigh. I couldn't have been in the storm for more than a minute, but it felt good to get out of it.

Glancing around, the only thing that looked new or modern was the padlock still in my hand.

Spotting what I needed, I took a pack of matches off the table, flicked one to life, and lit the candle taper. Once I was sure it wasn't going to go out, I put out the match, and glanced out the window. I thought I could see Mom looking at me, but it was hard to tell from the distortion of the glass and the sheeting rain.

With a sigh, I left the candle burning on the table and stole back out into the storm.

A crash of thunder almost deafened me, and I had to blink away the flash burned into my retinas. Somewhere along the path we just traversed a tree smouldered from the lightning strike.

I ran right to Mom's door. She tried to open it, but I held it closed. Yelling as loud as I could, I said, "Run right inside! I'll bring in the stuff!"

I saw her nod, then I opened her door.

Seeing Mom running for the house, I went to the trunk and brought in our two backpacks, trying to shield them with my body. I left the food and other things for the time being.

Once the cabin door closed behind me, Mom dug through the bags and brought out our towels. Without hesitation, she stripped and began drying herself.

I simply followed her lead.

***

Part 2

I found it hard not to stare at my mother as we dried off and changed. I caught her stealing glances at me as well.

Once she was changed, and wrapped her hair in a towel, Mom took the candle and explored the cabin further. As soon as she found a lantern, she lit it, offering more light to survey our surroundings.

The cabin was a single large room, with one area partitioned off with drapes. When we peeked behind the drapes we found a composting toilet.

Along one wall was the 'kitchen' area. It consisted of a counter with shelves above and below it. Centred on the counter was a sink with an old hand-pumped water pump, right out of the 1800s. In the corner sat a wood stove.

Opposite the wood stove was a stone fireplace. Some water dripped into the cold hearth. In front of the fireplace was a couch, which sat next to a table with three chairs against the wall.

The only other furniture in the cabin was a double bed.

"This wasn't quite what I had in mind when you said your boss had a cabin," I stated.

Mom glanced over at me with an exasperated look, but it devolved into a smile. "It's not what I pictured either. I expected a little more modernness."

Not wasting any more time, I moved to the fireplace and picked through the available wood. Selecting some kindling, I quickly had a small fire burning, despite the water dripping into the chimney.

Once the fire was established, I spread our clothing out to dry, then found my seat next to Mom on the couch.

The cabin brightened momentarily by a flash of lightning, followed immediately by an extremely loud crack of thunder, causing both Mom and me to jump.

Letting out my breath slowly as my heart rate began returning to normal, I looked at my mom. I opened my arms in invitation, and she shifted over to me. I held her tightly as we stared into the flames.

"Martin, we need to talk."

I nodded my agreement and shifted us around so that we were facing each other, while I still had my arms around her.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

Mom glanced down, blushing a little. It was as though she were some high school girl talking with her first crush. "I'm thinking that I just want to rip your clothes off, and take you."

She looked up, staring right into my eyes, and continued, "I-- I think it's obvious, with how we've been acting this past week, that we both want something more from our relationship. I, for one,

do

want something more."

I searched her eyes. I could see the honesty there.

"Mom. Why do you want this 'something more' from me?"

She shrugged looking away again.

I gave her some time to formulate an answer.

"Martin, I-- Your father-- Well, he-- Your father is a good man, but he doesn't want to grow up. Never has, and frankly, I don't know that he ever will."

I couldn't help but nod my agreement. Dad was a partier, simple as that.

Looking back up, our eyes locked as she continued, "I want more out of a relationship than simply going to the next party. I mean, you're done university for gawd's sake. People your age are starting to settle down. People my age should be settled."

"But why me?" I prompted again.

She smiled and smacked my chest playfully. "I'm getting there. Have some patience." She sighed, and her face turned serious again. "I don't want to go out dating. I don't want to have a series of one-night stands. I want to have a relationship with someone I love, respect, and can talk to. And I want to have a relationship with someone who loves, respects, and can talk to me.

"Martin, I already love you. I respect and am so proud of you. And clearly, we can talk. Believe it or not, I have only slept with two people. You and Mark. I don't want someone else."

"But I'm your son."

A pained expression crossed her face, but she nodded in acquiescence.

"Assuming my memory is correct, that night you said that things were stale between you and Dad."

She nodded again, confirming my statement.

"Are you just looking for spice in your love life?"

She opened her mouth to respond, but then hesitated, closing it again. I waited patiently as she thought about my question.

"No. At least not entirely; I welcome a little spice. I want to settle down, and have some stability in my life."

I nodded and turned to look at the fire, while I contemplated her words.

I knew that I did want something similar to what she was describing. I also knew, based on what I had gleaned about my parent's relationship, that I could easily give her what she wanted and deserved to have.

I drew in a large lungful of air, and let it out slowly. I tightened my arms around her, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

Still looking at the fire, I explained, "Mom, there are a few... concerns... that I have. Three, really. I guess I'll start with the most obvious. We're related. Even if we both want this, society wouldn't accept it. Our family would likely disown us. If anyone were ever to figure it out, it would ruin us. Though I suppose we could, I don't think we really want to cut ties with the family. That would mean we would have to keep our relationship a secret, no matter what."

Mom remained silent.

After a moment, I continued, "Secondly is Dad. You'd be cheating on him, with his son. I'd be cuckolding him. I'm torn on this. I feel that he isn't treating you right; he isn't taking care of you and your needs. So a bit of punishment seems in order, but at the same time, he's been a good dad-- I know were the situations reversed, I'd want the chance to make things right with my wife."

Mom lifted her head and looked up at my face. When I didn't turn to look at her, she gently turned my head.

"What's your third concern?"

I winced, closing my eyes, not liking what I was about to say. Not wanting to be a coward though, I opened my eye and peered into my mother's gaze. "I want kids someday."

She simply blinked at my statement.

I expected some kind of reaction from her. Her calm acceptance of my desire for kids was somewhat disconcerting.

Finally, she sighed, saying, "So do I."

It was my turn to blink in response.

She smirked and continued, "I know I'm not some young coed. Hell, I'm well past the point of geriatric pregnancy. But that doesn't mean I don't want kids. I've always wanted more kids, but your dad had a vasectomy. I think he had it before we were even married."

Anger surged through me again hearing about my dad's actions. "Okay, my second concern is beginning to become less of one."

Mom smiled, then laughed. She leaned in and hugged me. "Oh, Martin. I love you." Lifting her head again, she asked, "You're right, in that we don't want to alienate ourselves from the family. Though it might take some work, I think we can still have a relationship. We both want kids, and your father is becoming less of an issue. Do you want to have a relationship with me?"

I continued to peer into her eyes, examining her soul. The only response I gave her was to lean down and gently kiss her lips.

Our foreheads touching and eyes closed, she smiled as our lips parted. "When we first had sex, it was an accident. We were both drunk and tired. I want to have you now, with my head clear. Martin, take me to bed. Please."

Wanting nothing more than to please her, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bed.

Once there, we began to explore while we made out. Our hands roamed, while we divested each other of clothing.

Every touch felt like fire on my skin, and based on her reactions I think she was experiencing the same.

I broke our kiss and began kissing down her neck. When I continued to her collarbone, she moaned and rolled onto her back.

Changing positions, I moved onto my hands and knees, as I continued to kiss down her body. I shifted down the bed, as I passed her breasts, pausing only long enough to kiss a figure eight around her mounds, and sucking once on each of her nipples.

She groaned as I continued down her body. Instead of lavishing further oral attention on her breasts, I moved my hands there and began to memorize their feel.

As slow as I could manage I trailed kisses down to her sex. I initially planned on bypassing it, to kiss along her legs, but when the scent of her arousal hit me, I was trapped.

I kissed my way to her cleft, placed one final kiss on her hooded clit, then dove in, laving my tongue from opening to clit. Mom let out a guttural sound of pure pleasure, as I lapped up her fluids.