Though it took me a little longer than expected to get out (thanks a lot COVID). Here it is, Episode 3.
This will be the last episode in a continued narrative. Moving forward, it will be the same characters, and same story, but it won't be a direct continuation from the previous episodes.
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 3
Part 1
After our talk, and first sober lovemaking, Mom and I stayed in bed. Throughout the night, we woke periodically and made love again. Together we learned our bodies, what turned us on, and not, what we liked and not. We spoke about what we had done, and wanted to try. And in my case I explained about my past lovers.
I may not have had many lovers, but I did have a more varied experience than my mother.
We had finished making love again as the sun came up. Mom was cuddled up in my arms, and she was dozing lightly. I think she was hanging on that verge between waking and sleeping.
Though I felt completely satisfied, and I was secure in my relationship with my mother, I was completely awake and thinking with my post-nut clarity. "Mom?"
"
Mhmm
?" she replied sleepily.
"Mom, why do you think Dad prefers partying to... virtually anything else?"
Mom shifted in my arms so that she could look up at me. She shrugged. "I don't know." She looked contemplative for a moment, then continued, "There was a time, shortly after we were married, when he didn't party. He tried being the responsible provider everyone wanted him to be. It just about killed him, as he fell into a deep depression. All he did was go to work, and come home and sleep. By the end of those few years he virtually stopped eating, or doing anything."
She glanced into my eyes, then away. "I'm just glad that you were too young to remember your father like that."
I rubbed her shoulder, and gave her a squeeze, encouraging her to continue.
She started tracing designs in my sparse chest hair, while she stared into space. "Your Dad's friend Willy was the one who broke him out of the funk. He picked him up and forced him to go out one weekend. Willy took him to a party, and it was like a switch was thrown. The happiness and life came back to Mark.
"After that, Mark continued to go to parties. As you know, it isn't always keggers or whatever. But there is always something going on where he can get drunk on the weekends and be out and be social."
I pondered what my Mom had said. "It sounds like he resented having that partying lifestyle taken from him," I suggested.
"Could be," she conceded.
"And, if that is the case, then maybe that's why he clings to the parties."
We both fell silent, thinking.
Finally, my bladder got the better of me. Shifting away, I said, "Let me up please, I need to go water a bush."
Mom just laughed, as she rolled to let me out of the bed.
I quickly pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, then stepped outside into the early morning light.
All around the cabin, sticks, leaves, and other detritus littered the ground. Despite that though, it was a beautiful morning. I inhaled deeply of the moist forest air, and marvelled at how clean and fresh it smelled.
As I watered the trunk of one of the many pine trees around the cabin, I looked around. Something nagged in my mind that something was wrong with what I was seeing, but I couldn't peg down what it was.
Finishing up, and putting myself away, it hit me. I couldn't see the bridge.
My heart started beating harder, and I glanced back at the cabin. I followed the driveway from where the car sat back toward the bridge, and couldn't see the logs.
Immediately I ran toward where the bridge should have been.
Peering down the cliffs of the gorge, I spotted some of the logs that had formed the bridge. They were propped up on the far cliff, with the other end in the rushing water. Hanging from the far side of the gorge dangled a large oak tree. From the fresh scars along the bark, and the still smouldering sections, it was clear the oak had been struck by lightning and fell onto the bridge. Together the storm, lightning, and falling tree demolished the only access way to the cabin.
I knew we were in trouble. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, then hurried back to the cabin to break the news.
Closing the door behind me, I rushed to where my phone sat. Picking it up, I tried turning it on, with no luck.
"What?" Mom asked.
I glanced up at her. "Is your phone working? We have a problem?"
Worry crossed her face. Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone.
While she tried the phone, I couldn't help but be distracted by my mother's nakedness; her perfect round breasts on full display for my viewing pleasure.
"No, it's dead too. Waterlogged."
I groaned in frustration.
"What's going on Martin?"
I sighed, and replied. "With the phone's not working, we're in more than a little trouble. The decision we made yesterday to wait and get more groceries today is going to bite us in the ass. The bridge is gone."
Mom's eyes went wide. "What?"
I simply nodded.
She climbed out of the bed, and strode to the window and peered out.
"Martin, what are we going to do?"
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath, trying to remember the bit of emergency training I'd been through. "Okay, I'm going to go out to the car and bring in everything I didn't bring in yesterday. Then we're going to inventory everything in here, trying to find a way we could signal to get help. Okay?"
Mom nodded, and started getting dressed.
***
We had worked for an hour, scouring the cabin for supplies. While Mom made a plan to ration what little food we had, I took the time to walk around.
The cabin was built on a forested island plot which I estimated to be about five acres in size. All around the edges of the island were steep rocky cliffs, with a river flowing at the bottom.
"Well?" Mom asked as I stepped into the cabin again.
I shook my head, and joined her sitting at the table. "I didn't see any other way off the island. The cliffs are too steep. I wouldn't want to chance slipping into the river. The only good news I have is that it looks like there are lots of animals on the island. In theory, we won't starve."
Mom looked worried. "Martin, I don't know the first thing about hunting, trapping, or catching food."
I smirked. "I might not be Davy Crocket, but one of my buddies from uni took me out hunting a few times. With a little luck, I can make use of that shotgun we found."
Mom reached out across the table, and took my hand.
I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Martin, you're going to have to do something. With what we have, the food won't last long. Gone today, if we eat like normal. No one is expecting us back for four days. It could be longer than that before someone comes to check on us."
I nodded. "I know." Peering deep into her eyes, I gave her hand another squeeze. "Mom— Kodie, I'm not going to let anything happen to us. We have potable water, shelter, and some food. People can survive for up to three weeks without food. We have to go one week, with some food. We'll be fine. Especially if we can get one of the phones working."
Mom sighed, and smiled. "Martin, that makes me feel so much better."
***
With the day drawing on already, I set some snares in likely spots to catch rabbits, and chopped firewood. I know the snares aren't legal, but I didn't care. I wanted to make sure that Mom and I had food in our bellies more so than ensuring hunting laws were followed.
While I worked at that, Mom made a delicious stew from what food we did have, in an attempt to make our rations last longer.
By the time the sun started setting, we both felt exhausted. The physical labour tired me, but I think it was the worry that tired Mom out. Rather than light a lantern to illuminate the cabin, we simply went to bed.
Despite the freedom the cabin provided us, given our situation, neither of us seemed to be in an amorous mood. I just pulled Mom to me, and wrapped my arms around her.
She sighed in contentment as she settled into place. "I love you, Martin. You make me feel so safe in your arms."
I kissed the top of her head. "I love you too—" I hesitated, then finished, "—Kodie."
She lifted her head, and in what little light was remaining, I could see the smile on her face.
We shared a kiss, then drifted off to sleep.
***
Part 2
Thanks to the fact that I drank several glasses of water before going to bed the night before, I woke up in the predawn hour. Reflexively I tightened my hold on the woman in my arms.
She gave a contented sound, and shifted in her sleep, but remained asleep.
Untangling myself from my mom, I rushed from the cabin, and with a sigh watered the lawn with my morning stream.
In the early light, I could make out the runs, various small animals had made in the grass. Their trails were clearly defined in the dew covering everything.
With the pressure on my bladder gone, I returned to the cabin to begin preparations for my hunt. The preparations were simple: get dressed, collect the double-barrel shotgun & ammo, and eat a granola bar. Once that was done, I kissed my mother once more, and strode from the cabin.
When I was setting my snares the day before, I found a spot I planned on hunting from; there were bushes to conceal myself in, and lots of deer sign close by. To get to the spot I followed the trail checking my snares along the way. All of the snares were empty, and only one had been disturbed. I reset it, and continued on.
When I reached the spot, I looked around. In the early dawn light, it looked like an even better hunting spot. I quickly loaded both barrels with 00 buck shot, and settled into the space behind the bushes. I hoped that a deer would pass by quickly.
***
Snap!
I started awake, sucking in a lungful of air and hugging the shotgun to my chest.
I blinked in confusion for a moment, then remembered where I was.
Hgnh! Thump. Thump.
The sounds made me freeze, and my eyes focused on the large buck pawing the ground a few yards in front of me. The ten points of the antlers looked massive, on the tiny head, supported by the muscular neck. It stared at me intently.
Thinking back, the antlers looked even bigger than they would thanks to being covered in the growth-sustaining velvet.
Hgnh!
It grunted again.
I had never heard of a deer attacking someone outside of rutting season, but the buck was showing aggressive behaviour.
