17 comments/ 85055 views/ 39 favorites Dead Mountain By: rockstar13 1. It had been six months since one got throe the perimeter. Partly from constant patrol, partly from the fact that the dead freeze solid when they crawl throe a river in the winter. Also the number of zombies showing up had become less frequent, a fact Molly and Jack where thankful for. It had been 8 years since the sundering, and only 4 years since they found this mountain cabin with the corpse in it. The previous occupants had committed suicide via drug overdose. It took the mother and son all afternoon to dig proper graves. The two in a happier time lived in Denver. But when the infection came, the where stuck in the city. That's when Jacks father was infected. He was the mother and sons first kill. It had taken three years to leave the city. Three years of bloodshed and violence. Molly lost track of the number of zombies she had killed. Jack counted all 234 of them. He had a running tally. They were able to backpack the rest of the way. They both learned the roads where not safe. Zombies where only half of it, what they really needed to watch out for was raiders. They had several close calls on the way to the mountain, but when they where there, they were like ghosts. The cabin was perfect it was isolated, and only the most determined of undead would ever make it up there. It was pure luck they found it at all. But it quickly became their new home. The two grew what little crops they could at that climate, and hunted whenever they could. Fish was also a major part of their diet. But of course they found it prudent to occasionally raid whatever stores that were close by. About around year eight they discovered that the cabin acutely been a military supply cash. Jack found the metal door under a fake stump about 50 feet behind the house. So they stopped worrying about supplies. It was Molly turn to do patrol. It took up the majority of their time. So they switched off every day. They also switched of cooking and pretty much all their chores. The patrol was about a mile walk a day. Molly had a bolt action rifle she got form the supply catch. They never worried about ammunition so the practiced sharpshooting frequently. Molly was thirty-eight with black hair. Her figure was lean form years of rationing food. But toned enough to be pleasant to look at. Her breast where large D cups something she silently complained about because she couldn't hold a rifle easily. She was average height. It was getting about noon so she started heading back to the cabin. She was hoping that Jack had caught something form the river or rabbit traps. When she got their she knocked the three knocks to let her son know it was her so he wouldn't kill her by reflex. She entered the one room cabin, putting the rifle on the side of the door. Jack was chopping potatoes next to a pot on a heat plate. The Interior of the cabin was sparsely decorated. It had two beds, two chairs, a dining table that could be moved around easily as well as counter to prepare food. Thou the stove hadn't worked in years; plumbing was a non entity because the water in the pipes would freeze at this elevation. There was also a well kept fire place. With a lone bucket in the corner for night time bathroom use so you wouldn't have to make the trek outside in the cold and possibly other dangers just to use the outhouse. "Hay Jack. Catch anything good while I was out?" Molly asked tacking off her thick jacket and fur cap. "Sadly no," he said dumping the potatoes in the pot. "Looks like its deer jerky again." He said smiling. "Oh what I would give for a Whopper right now." Sally said going to sit at one of the two chairs in front of the fire place. "I missed the nuggets from McDonald's, but we will have to Seattle for home cooking." Jack started making some other dish. "Hay get the radio out. Don't want to miss the president fireside talks" "Sunday already? The days do go by so fast. Wonder what today's program is going to be." She stood up and grabbed the survival radio, and began cranking it. "It still surprises me how you get an hour out of this thing just by cranking it up for 3 minutes." "After all these years?" Jack said over his shoulder. His mother nodded while silently cranking the wheel on the side of the radio. She set the radio down on the dining table, and flipped it on causing it to jump to life. "Good evening America. This is your President Lisa Leung coming to your place of residents form Sunny Porte Rico. I'm pleased to announce that today that New York is now officially clean of infected!" "Wow it's taken them three years to do that." Jack said to no one in particular. Molly nodded silently, while stretching in her chair. "We will soon be moving families back into the city within several months time thou there will still be a military presence for many years to come." Continued the President "However the fight for Kansas Still continues, and we need the support of every civilian so that we may continue our efforts in reuniting America. In other news the needless war between Iran and Saudi Arabia continue, however the Jewish Palestine conglomerate continues to urge both sides to the peace table while simultaneously sending aid to the United Stats and Great Britain. And now some music before I list the new list for refugee in the Kansas state to head towards. And I also am reminding any raiders out there, do not resist and you will not be executed." A light jazz started playing leavening molly to watch the fire and Jack to continue his cooking. When he was done he but the meal on to plates and put them on the table. The both ate while playing a game of cads like they usually did. They had gotten really good so good that they had to invent new games because they had mastered the old ones. They only ever drank water with their meals mostly because of the scarceness of the other substitutes. After the meal they listened to the radio playing until it died down, while playing varies board games. "Well I think it's time for bed." Molly said yawning and stretching. "What sounds good for breakfast? I can finish off the rest of the bird eggs." "That sounds fine. I will keep an eye out for any nest while I do the rout." Jack said taking off his shirt before crawling into his bed. Molly did the same the both slept like so many nights before. 2. Molly woke up around 6 a.m. before her son. The one who did the patrol that day always got to sleep in. It was kind of an unspoken tradition amongst the two. She began cooking the meal for both. And sure enough the smell of cooking awoke Jack groggily around 7 o'clock. He saw his mother humming and cooking at the same time. That brought a smile to his face he got up and walked up behind her and gave her hug from behind. "Morning sunshine." Molly said kissing his cheek. "You're unusually cheerful today." Jack said kissing back. We went back to his bed and but on his other clean shirt. "Hay its Landry day today. Have fun with that." "Oh I will, now sit down." The meal was similar to the night before but the absents of cards. "Don't forget the walkie talkies I think a storms coming." "Alright mom." He said, finishing off his meal. He got up to get his jacket. "Did you clean your gun yesterday?" Molly said taking the plates. "Mom! I didn't stay alive this long for being negligent." He said grinning. "I'm just being a mom" she said sticking her tongue out. Jack stopped and looked at her for a moment. "Yeah I guess you're are." He shook his head before picking up his own rifle. "What that supposed to mean?" she said putting her hands on hips. "Nothing, just that I haven't seen other people in a very long time." Before she could say anything he kissed her cheek before saying goodbye and then leaving. "See you in a couple hours." "See ya" she said as he shut the door. It had been awhile since either of them had seen anyone. She was so fixed in her routine that she hadn't even noticed. She hadn't talked to anyone but her son for over 6 years, and she hadn't been with a man in almost 8. This set her in a weird mood. To block this out she set about the chores first of coarse was the laundry. A huge task in itself, she had to go out and get a pot of water from the nearby stream. She would then bring it back to the cabin where it would be heated up and then the real work of washing every piece of cloths by hand. The process took hours sometimes. This got her mind comfortably of her isolation. When she done she dumped the water into the creek, she spotted a huge fat rabbit across the creek. She quickly pulled up her gun and shot the animal easily. Years of shooting zombie heads at a much further distance had sharpened her aim. She took a couple steps on the rocks that led to the other side but she lost her footing. She saw herself fall in slow motion into the freezing water. Luckily she hadn't twisted her ankle, but she had bruised her arm on a big rock. She stood up socked, breathing irregularly. She grabbed the dead animal before heading back home. Walking inside she immediately took off her clothes. Wet cloths in the winter would certainly lead to hypothermia. She grabbed her blanket from her bed to dry off. She went about the process of building a fire in the fire place. So she could get warm quickly and reduce the likely hood of pneumonia. The fire built up quickly and she realized that all the cloths she had where all wet and drying. So she sat in front of the fire with her blanket wrapped around herself. She was feeling warmer but she had all this time now that wasn't spent doing anything. She went over to the radio and charged it up to listen to soft music with the occasional tip on how to deal with a zombie in given situation. She cleaned her gun, and skinned the rabbit. Neither task took time so she curled up in her chair, to spend the rest of the day listening to music. "Has it really been so long since I had sex?" She said quietly to herself. "Come to think of it I haven't done anything for myself sexually in a very long time." Well she had time she thought to herself, it was too early to start making dinner, so she decided to releases some stress. "I wish I remembered to bring a dildo when I left Denver." She said smiling, "Well might as well do it by hand." She started out massaging her breasts. Slowly she started getting a picture of her late husband in her mind; he always made her come so easily she thought. She brought her other hand slowly down to her crotch. She was remembering their one year anniversary. She was swept of her feet and immediately pampered. He brought her to the bed room and slowly started licking the edges of her lower lips. She mimicked the movement in her head with her finger tips. Very slowly at first until she felt she was wet enough she then moved to her clitoris and unfolding the small sensitive mound from its hood. She was slightly moaning now. In her mind's eye her husband moved up to her breasts and where sucking each one it turn. He also had his penis pressed against her tight lipped gash. He never entered her immediately, he like to tease her by rubbing it at her entrance. She had moved her other hand to start massaging the inner walls of her pussy, while simultaneously rubbed her clit. Her husband finely entered her slamming the full length of his shaft into her quivering orifice. He moved his hips roughly in and out of her. He wasn't too fast but wasn't too slow. He really knew how to work up a multiply orgasm. Her fingers picked up the pace the where swiftly moving in and out of her pussy. She was pushing her hips of the chair to get a better angle of penetration with her nimble fingers. She could feel it coming like a tsunami. It was going to be big she thought. Her husband was now pulverizing her with his dick, impaling her swiftly and forcefully. And right when she came she let a long, loud, quivering moan. A loud crash erupted behind her as the door was slammed open. She herd the sound of a gun cocking. "Freeze fuck bag!" Jack yelled pointing his gun at phantoms. Molly almost fell out of her chair. "If you hurt her I will annihilate even the ground you stand on." "Jack it's just me, there is no one here but me!" She said standing up. Clutching her blanket close to her naked body knees still quivering from the orgasm she just had. Jack lowered his gun and closed the door. "Oh well, why did you scream did you hurt yourself...and why are you naked." Jack asked looking very confused now. "Well no I was actually pleasuring myself." She said with a blush. She then shook her head. Jack made a silent oh face and put his gun on the table. "I didn't know girls could do that." He said with a kind of awe. "Well we can and it's a bit different but, wait what am I saying? Why are you back so early?" "Well you where right about the storm coming in so I came back early before it got to deep. Now why are you naked, unless it essential to do what you were doing?" "It's not." She said blushing even redder. "It's a funny story, I was getting that rabbit over there when I fell in the creek so took all my close off and I didn't have any dry cloths so I just kind of went nude." She started chuckling, then he joined in until they both where laughing hysterically. They couldn't stop, even if they wanted to. Molly couldn't even remain standing so she fell in her chair laughing. "This is so ridicules I'm going to go get some chopped wood for the night." Jack said going outside. "Don't forget your gun." Molly chuckled. "Oh I can't believe I almost forgot that." He picked up his gun, and opened the door. "See if you use the fire to dry your cloths faster." "And smell like burnt wood? I don't think so." She said with a smirk, 3. Jack went outside only thinking about his mother's orgasm. It was the strangest thing that happened around him in all 18 years of his life. Puppetry had been difficult for Jack. All he could think about was women and sex. But the only woman in his life was his mother. This made it very difficult for him to express himself regarding this topic. Of course he knew how sex worked, but he never had an outlet on to relieve himself. He didn't like masturbating since it made him feel open for attack. So like his mother he had put all that energy to chores and patrol. Even before the sundering he knew that mothers and sons didn't do what he was thinking about. They didn't have sex. But for several years during puppetry that all he could do was think about sex with his mother. He somehow knew that if there was another female around he would want to have sex with her. Someone more his age. But that was not possible in the situation they were in. It was very frustrating for Jack. It took him several years to bury those feeling for his mother. But that afternoon when he heard her moan with ecstasy and saw her naked body in full glory those old urges came flooding back to him. So he chopped wood even thou they had a pile out back. He did this for about an hour, still only thinking about his mother's body. The weird thing was that before he left for his brief patrol he had only thought of his mother as friend. Now he just didn't know. When he finally went inside he noticed that his mother was wearing a pair of white panties and a tank top. "That was an awful long time to collect wood." She said pulling out the rabbits entrails with her bare hand. "I was chopping wood." He said. "So we would be better prepared for the storm." "We have a big pile of wood out back, look if you just needed your privacy I could have just turned my chair the other way and put the head phones in the radio." She said preparing the rabbit. "Mom I wasn't," Jack started to say but was cut off. "Just don't do you business outside." She said turning hands covered in blood. "I would hug you but you know" she lifted her hands. "It's just you are all I have left. I can't lose you." Jack would have rebuttal but it was extra cold where Molly was standing so her nipples where jutting almost throe her thin white tank top. "Do you understand what I'm saying Jack?" He nodded, and with a smile continued her work. "So I guess you decided to fast track it and dry your cloths closer to the fire." Jack commented trying to restart a conversation on get his mind of his mothers round adorable ass. "Well yes, and they don't smell to bad. I was getting cold. So you know" The radio had looked like it had been cranked up again and was playing old 80s hits. "Yeah I guess I do." Jack said they were quite after that. Jack sitting in his chair thinking about what his mothers face would look like having another orgasm. 4. The storm did blow in and very hard too. You occasionally got some bad storms in Colorado; this was just one of those occasions. The snow was thick and the wind was fierce. You could easily hear it throe the thick walls. It was night time when dinner was finally finished. The radio was still getting reception despite the strong winds and heavy snow. Molly and Jack ate their meals next the fire instead of at the table. But it was a quite dinner. "Hay want to play a game of poker?" Molly asked "Not really," Jack said. "Is something the matter?" Molly asked leaning forward not know that gave Jack a clear view of her cleavage from the top of her shirt. "No, it nothing I can deal with on my own." He said staring at the fire. "Listen we have been living in a several confined spaces over 8 years, I know when you're having issues. Please tell so I can try to help." She pleaded putting her hand on his lap, he shrieked away from her touch as if it burnt him. "Did I do something wrong?" "No you didn't," Jack sighed. He looked into her only seeing the need to help him. "It just something I'm dealing with that could probably get resolved with a good night's sleep." "Oh well, sleep together like we did when you where younger. If only to keep warm." Molly suggested. "I think it's fine set up we have now," he said looking at his feet. "Was it because of today?" there was a long pause between the two. "I take that silence as a yes." She said leaning back in her chair. "So what the issue here. I won't get mad lay it on me." "Brutally honest?" He asked she nodded. "Alright" he sighed. "Since I was about 15 I been having these urges." She nodded as if understanding everything from that one sentence. "A rather intense need to have sex." "All teen boys have that." She said "I think I know what you're getting at but I will let you explain yourself." "Thank you" he nodded. "I don't like to masturbate because I feel really vulnerable, like I'm going to get attacked. So I could never really deal with these urges. After awhile I just wanted to fuck a woman. Any women! But living in this cabin doesn't give me a lot of choice." Jack went real quiet for a minute. Molly was about to say something but Jack spoke first. "I was able to control it with busywork but when I saw that sexual side of you today." He couldn't look at her directly. "I just want to hold you down and get you to moan like that over and over. And I know that we can't because partly because it's wrong but you can also get pregnant. We can't run that risk." "Oh wow." Was all molly could say. She got up and went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a bottle and a couple small glasses. "I need something strong after that confession!" She smiled. She held up the bottle that read vodka clearly on it. She poured two shots and downed one instantly. "Here" Jack took the strong drink and downed it without thinking. Seconds later he was coughing historically. "That's strong stuff ma." He hacked throe the coughing. "That it is. Now son I think you should know something." She said putting the bottle back on the table. "When you were born their where some complications with the operation." Dead Mountain "Really?" "Yes don't ask exactly what the terminology was because it was bit confusing even without the sedative. But to make a long story short I got an infection in my Uterus. Point is couldn't have children ever again even if I wanted to." "So even if we did it there would be no repercussions." He asked eye brightening. "No physical ones," She let that statement just hang there. "So what are you saying?" He asked leaning forward. Molly grabbed the bottle again poured herself another shot of vodka. "What I'm saying is I might be able to help you with your little problem." And with that she drank the shot glass. "It's taken the government eight years just to get to Kansas, not even talking about cleaning it up, I don't know how long it will take just to get to us. Maybe a year maybe 3. But all we have is each other. Maybe one day you can have a beautiful woman to have all the sex and children you want. But if sex really means that much to you right now, I can help out in the only way I can." There was a long silence after that before Jack finally broke it. "I love you mom." "I love you too. But I must warn you. Something changes when you have sex with another person. A connection is formed that can't be broken. Our relationship will change from mother and son to man and women. And I have to be honest that scares the hell out of me." "Why's that mom." Jack asked "Because you look so much like your father." She said "So I must ask are you really prepared to do this?" Several minutes past and both stared at each other. Molly was staring at the son she might lose. Jack was staring at a woman who was the only beauty he had ever known. "Yes, I really want this." Jack said staring intently at his mother. Molly could only sigh, and give a faint smile. "Alright then." Said Molly, "I'm your gal." they both got up and moved very close. Jack had to look down at his mother. "So how should we start?" Jack asked hesitantly. "Well usually you start out with touching and kissing." Molly then pushed her chest out. "So touch away." Jack slowly brought his hands up to his mother's breasts, and gave a delicate squeeze throe the shirt. He then kissed her on the lips, but instead of the usually peck the two were accustomed to he stayed and lingered. Molly met his kiss back, reaching up to his broad shoulder and around his neck. Jacks other hand grabbed molly's full ass and mauled it. Molly let out a squeak and Jack pulled back on everything he was doing. "Sorry," he said looking away. "Don't I was just surprised," Molly then grabbed his hand and replaced it on her breast. "And you can be a bit rougher with me." "Are you sure?" Jack asked nervously. Molly smiled before leaning close to his ear and whispered even thou there was no one else around. "One thing I loved about your father was that he knew how much I liked rough." With that Jack grabbed his mother around the waist and pulled her towards him and kissed molly with such forces she forgot to breath. Jack again started on her breast but this time he mauled the left one, while gripping her handle like ass. Molly started kissing back passionately, she opened her mouth and her tongue darted out to his mouth. Jack quickly met his mothers tongue, with his own and they started an oral wrestling match. One, Molly was apparently winning. This went on for several minutes with Jack switching hands. Finally they broke off their kissing and Jack moved down to her neck sucking, while Molly made little moaning noises. Molly grabbed his shirt and started pulling it over his shoulders and onto the floor. They slowly moved towards one of the beds it didn't matter which one. When they got their Jack shoved his hand under the tank top and grabbed her fleshy breast. He felt her stiff nipple press against his palm. Molly meanwhile was licking all over Jack's neck, while he had his way with her boobs. She gasped loudly when he pinched hard on her nipples and her knees nearly gave out. But he was there to keep her standing. Both where breathing heavily as they fondled each other. Molly finally had the opportunity to take her shirt off showing her full breast Jack's lustful eyes. She sat down on the bed as Jack took off his pants. Molly's eyes were glued to the bulge he made in his under where. She thought for a moment that this was a really bad idea. But it was quickly pushed aside as her own raging hormones took hold. Jack took off his underwear showing his stiff cock to his mother. Molly laid herself down on the bed, while Jack sat down at the foot. Jack grabbed Molly's panties and slowly started pulling them down. Jack sharply breathed in when he saw his mother's pussy, and all Molly could do was blush. Jack threw her panties over his shoulder and started crawling between his mothers's parting legs. "Here Jack; let me steer that big boy inside." Molly said tacking Jack's dick and rubbing it against her wet gash. "Now Jack go in slowly, you want to enjoy this not lose your load all at once." Jack nodded and slowly pushed in on his mothers hips. The head of his penis went inside molly sending an orgasmic shock wave. She moaned loudly, and Jack held onto his convulsing mother while slowly moving deeper inside her. He was at the base of the shaft when her orgasm finally subsided. "What was that about not losing it all at once?" Jack joked relishing every moment of the act. Molly laughed before wrapping her legs around his waist. "Now you're trapped." She said triumphantly. Jacked leaned down and licked her neck. "Well looks like I'm going to have to drill my way out." He said Slamming a mighty thrust into her. Quickly he fell into a rough, quick rhythm. "Ma your holding on to me for dear life down their!" "Say pussy, Jack." She said between breaths and little moans. "I never knew you were so warm." "These cold winters never gave you hint?" She said kissing him. "I love you so much, but once we rejoin society we would have to stop." Jack stopped his powerful grinding. "I know Ma," he kissed her cheek. "I know this is only temporary. And I know this isn't exactly condoned by society. This probably took a lot of will power to do what you're doing." With that he hugged her tightly, squishing her breast into his chest in such a pleasing way. "I love you so much." "Jack you are my world I would do anything to make you happy." She giggled at that last bit. "Obviously, now roll over it's my turn." They did so and Molly stretched her back, pushing breast in the air. Jack grabbed them and started pulling and pinching her nipples. She placed her own hands on his chest and started raising her hips in a very slow rhythmic beat. Jack groaned impaling himself upwards into her. "Easy big boy, let me fuck you for awhile." She punctuated the end of the sentence by slamming his full length into her wet pussy. He pace quickened, their sweat dripping off both of them, soaking the sheets. Jack bit his lip sensing the feeling that his orgasm was imminent. "Ma slow down, I can't take much more of what you're doing." Jack pleaded. "Already? I've got something for your concentrate on. Rub my clit." "And where is that again?" "Oh sorry," Molly stopped her frantic pace and left Jack's twitching cock inside her. "It's right her" She said lifting up the tiny fold of flesh in the way. "That will make an interesting experience for you." Jack saw the little fleshy mound and licked his thumb before placing in the quivering little numb. The reaction was instantaneous. Molly let in a sharp intake of air before resuming her break neck fucking. Jack had to put his other hand on her hips rust keep his own hands steady. Jack rubbed her clit in little circles; this caused his mother to start thrashing her head around. She was impaling herself in his cock over and over and a blinding speed. So he started thrusting up. Molly in response started moaning loudly. Molly suddenly dug her fingers into his shoulders and arched her back and let out a thunderous moan. Her Pussy latched onto Jacks cock and rush of liquid gushed all over his cock. Jack couldn't hold on anymore. He grabbed hips tightly and thrust as deep as he could and fired his load deep inside his mother. Both strained against each other for several seconds. Finley they collapsed on each other panting heavily. For about a minute they said, until Jack summed it up in on word. "Wow." He said panting. "I know," His mother said still enjoying his stiff cock inside of her. Slowly it started shrinking but still they clutched each other in their sweat covered arms. They suddenly realized that radio was still playing pumping out tunes of Billie Holiday.