8 comments/ 77853 views/ 69 favorites Getting Away from It All Ch. 01 By: Ghostwalker Keith entered the cabin and stomped his feet to get the last of the snow off of his boots. It was cold and bare just as he remembered it. It wasn't much; a large open area that was used as the living space with a large hand-made table, some chairs and his old bed along the back wall. A stone fireplace dominated the wall on one end of the room while a storage room had been built at the opposite end. His dad and mom's room, actually nothing more than a loft with a large bed was above. A second smaller building was located about 15 feet outside the backdoor with a roof that connected the two buildings and removable walls. When he had asked his father why he had built it that way his father had looked at him with a knowing glance and explained, "By building it this way we can enclose the area between the two buildings in the Winter and use the outbuilding for storage and then we can remove the walls during the Summer to allow the breeze to help cool the main cabin while we use the smaller one as a kitchen." Keith smiled as he remembered his dad. Six-foot tall, broad shouldered, and jet black hair, he had built this cabin from scratch and equipped it with everything needed to make a life in the wilderness. He had spent hours teaching Keith about fishing, hunting, trapping, preparing the land and planting a crop, and most of all how to respect the land and live off what it had to offer. He had once said, "There's nothing a man needs to live that he can't get or make from the land you see around you." To say he had been one of the original 'wilderness men' would have been the greatest compliment you could have given him. His mom called him, "Tall and rugged" yet he was the gentlest, most patient, and dedicated man Keith ever knew, especially when it came to him and his mom, which was why they were so devastated when he suddenly disappeared the Summer that Keith had turned 15 years old. The local Sheriff and Search and Rescue unit spent weeks looking for him but finally had to give up when they couldn't find a trace. He and his mom spent the rest of the Fall in the cabin as they continued their own search, each day hoping that his dad would return but he never did. Finally they left and moved in with his mom's parents in town just before the first snow fell and all hope of finding his dad was gone. Grandpa John and Grandma Elle had been great and did everything they could to make them both happy but Keith never outgrew his love of the outdoors and frequently disappeared for days at a time. His mom, on the other hand, resigned herself to what was needed and found a job at the local post office. It was while she was working there that she met Ned. He seemed like a nice guy and the two of them started dating. No one was surprised when 6 months later the two of them were married and Keith and his mom moved in with him on his farm just outside of town. Almost instantly, things changed. Ned became more and more demanding and frequently yelled at his mom for the things going wrong on the farm. Afterwards he would always say he was sorry but it quickly became a routine. The final straw came just after Keith turned 18 years old. He had graduated from High School that Spring but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't find a job so he spent the Summer and Fall working on the farm. On the last night Keith spent on the farm Ned started yelling and screaming, "That kid of yours is useless. He doesn't belong here. All he does is wander around the woods and talk about the cabin you and his father lived in when he was younger. If it was so great maybe he should get the fuck out and live up there. Maybe he can find his 'old man' up there and they can live happily ever after." "Keith has been helping on the farm ever since he gradated, Ned, so I'm not sure how you can say he's useless," his mom had replied in his defense but all that did was get Ned madder until he swung around and hit her in the face with the back of his hand. Keith instantly jumped to his feet but his mother signaled for him to stay out of the argument. "Shut the fuck up," Ned yelled. "This is my place and I decide who is and isn't useless. Do you understand that?" Keith's mom nodded her head but didn't say another word so Ned stomped from the room pushing Keith out of the way as he did. Keith instantly knelt next to his mom. "I'm sorry mom. I don't know what I did wrong." "It's not you, baby," she replied. "Ned is just under a lot of stress right now because of the poor crop." "That still doesn't give him the right to hit you," Keith sighed as he stood and helped her to her feet. "Dad would never have done that." Leaning against him, she put a delicate finger on his lips, "Shhhhhhhhh, don't talk about your dad it just gets Ned madder," she whispered. Instinctively, Keith wrapped his arms around her and held her close, the desire to protect and care for her overpowering him. Suddenly he became aware of how his mother felt against him; her breasts pressing against his chest, the touch of her hands on his back, the fragrance of her hair, the softness of her voice and a more subtle aroma that was coming from her that was stirring a primal urge within him. Without another thought he gently pulled away and placed a finger under her chin lifting it as he lowered his lips to hers. Their first kiss was soft but quickly became more passionate until Keith suddenly pulled away, "I'm sor ... I mean I didn't mean ... I ahhhhh, SHIT!!!" Keith finished as he left the room leaving his mother standing there. He spent the rest of the evening in his room with the door locked as he relived what had taken place between him and his mother. At some point she had come to the door and knocked saying, "Dinner is ready" but all he could do was reply "I'm not hungry." Finally, he came to a decision and packed everything he'd need into his backpack and duffle bag before writing a note to her. Dear Mom, Please don't be upset but after what happened tonight maybe Ned is right and I don't belong here. Fortunately, Dad gave me all the training I'll need for where I'm going. Don't worry I'll be fine. Someday I hope to see you again but for right now I think this is the best for all involved. Love, Keith Afterwards he quietly slipped out the door, threw his stuff in the back of his old pick-up truck and took one last look at the house where his mother slept before leaving. The following morning found Keith's mother sitting in the kitchen crying as Ned tried to apologize for what he'd said and done the evening before, while Keith was several hundred miles away stepping into the cabin of his youth. The daydreaming done, Keith quickly started a fire in the fireplace and began to unpack his belongings. "Fishing tackle, clothes, Rifle, knife, first aide kit, survival rations ..." he ran through the items in his head as he unpacked them until he was finally done. The only thing not in his packs was food but he wasn't too concerned about that as he walked to the wood bin, reached in and grabbed the small log that he and his dad had built into the bottom. Giving it a quick tug he heard the "CLICK" that released the lock and then pushed the bin off the hidden trapdoor to the food pantry. The first gust of air was overly sweet with the smell of old apples that had long ago gone bad along with all of the other fresh fruit and vegetables that they had stored here but the true treasure that Keith was after was still safe, a full Winter's worth of dehydrated and dried food for three people. Descending the stairs, Keith quickly started pushing the rotted food up and out of the trapdoor so he could get rid of it outside and possibly lure some wild game in for fresh meat. When he was done with that he grabbed the checklist was still hanging on its nail and began taking an inventory of the supplies that were there: "corn, peas, potatoes, sweet potatoes, beets, onions, carrots, celery, flour, sugar, tea," he read as he checked them off on his list. Surprisingly there was even some dried venison that seemed good though it was as hard as a rock. Then he noticed a large manila envelope stuffed to the back of the top shelf. Curious, he grabbed it and tossed it up into the cabin along with the supplies he'd need to make a soup for lunch. Once upstairs he slid the wood box back in place and took the large soup pot from its hanger by the fireplace before stepping outside to fill it with snow. Back inside he hung the pot over the fire to melt the snow and threw a hand-full of each of the dehydrated ingredients into the pot to start to cook. Now done with the meal preparations, he sat at the table and picked up the envelope. Nothing was written on the outside and it wasn't sealed so he opened it and poured the contents out onto the table. Before him lay over two dozen pictures of his mom, a few of her in a bikini or a sheer black lingerie set that he didn't even know she owned but most of them showed her totally nude as she worked around the cabin, outside in the garden, or down at the creek. Keith had always known his mother was part Native American but the pictures dispelled all doubts. Her golden brown skin shimmered in the light and there wasn't a trace of a tan line, her dark black hair hung to the just above the buttocks, and her deep brown eyes seemed to twinkle teasingly as she looked at the camera, her body was toned and curvy, her breasts were full and topped by a slightly darker area surrounding her nipple and the hair between her legs was also dark black but shaved to a small strip that drew his attention to the barely visible slit between her legs. Instinctively, his hand slid from the table and landed on his cock as it pressed against his pants. He closed his eyes and imagined himself taking the pictures as his hand continued to rub faster and faster. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he jerked his hand away as if struck by lightening as he thought, "That's my mom!!! What kind of a sick fuck am I thinking about fucking my own mom?" Quickly scooping up the pictures he dropped them back in the envelope and threw it onto his old bed as he calmed himself and continued with the chores that needed to be done to get the cabin ready for permanent use. The day seemed to fly by yet Keith's attention was continuously drawn to the envelope lying on his old bed. He imagined his mom there in the cabin helping him with the cleaning and cooking, all the while being nude as she had been in the pictures. Finally too frustrated to continue he pushed the envelope under his make-shift pillow and finished most of what he had planned for the day. Sunset brought a quiet to the wilderness and to the cabin that Keith had missed. Silently he sat at the table and wrote a list of the things that he needed to do the next day before picking up one of the books he had brought with him and tried to read but exhaustion soon overtook him and he headed to bed. Quickly banking the fire as his dad had taught him, he looked up at the loft and considered using the larger bed but even the idea of climbing the ladder to get there seemed too exhausting so he lay down on his own smaller bed. Sliding into his sleeping bag he slipped his hand under his pillow and once again found the envelope. Silently he pulled it out and sat up in his bed. Then one by one he pulled the photos from the envelope and spread them across his lap after looking at them in the flickering light of the fire. It was only after he'd pulled the last one out that he found a much larger picture still stuck inside. Gently he pulled it out and found a full frontal nude picture of his mom lying on her left side; her left arm was bent at the elbow and her head rested on it while her right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up behind her left leg, her right arm rested just under her breasts pushing them up but the most striking feature were her eyes that had a 'come hither' look that every man hoped to see in the face of his lover. Keith sat and stared at the picture but instead of the lust he had felt earlier a feeling of undying love flowed through his body until he quietly whispered, "I love you, Mom," and placed the pictures back in the envelope. The following days quickly fell into a routine as he repaired the cabin and took care of his own daily needs. Then one evening he noticed that the meat was almost gone. A hunt in the Winter was always a dangerous venture but the option of going hungry seemed more of a concern so Keith pulled out his hunting supplies and prepared for an early morning start. The next day broke clear and crisp and after throwing some last minute items into his backpack Keith was on his way. The paths and trails he had known as a child were gone in most cases but new ones had taken there place and after several hours Keith found a well-worn deer trail that he followed to a clearing. Heavy snow clouds began to block the sun as he peered through his rifle scope at a large six-point buck standing on the far side of the clearing. Quietly he slipped through the underbrush until he was able to drop it with a single shot. Once again the things his dad had taught him allowed him to quickly gut and dress down the deer so he could get it back to the cabin but by then the snow had begun to come down and come down hard. Keith could barely see the far side of the clearing as he headed off and the woods now seemed different. The trail he was on didn't show any sign of his coming that way earlier but he shrugged it off to the new fallen snow. Thirty minutes soon became an hour and then two and it was only when Keith entered the clearing at the base of a mountain that he admitted his mistake. Glancing up at the sheer rock face of Mount Whatchamacallit, Keith instantly knew where he was and also that there was no way he'd make it back to the cabin that night. Silently cursing himself for making such a rookie mistake he strung the deer up in a tree before moving around the clearing looking for material to make a shelter and a fire for the night. It was then that he noticed the small opening above a rockslide at the base of the mountain. Carefully climbing over the rocks he took his flashlight and shone it inside. "Not too large but definitely dry," he thought to himself as he moved the light across the cave until it hit upon something that reflected back at him. Cautiously he moved some of the rocks so he was able to slip inside the cave to see what was causing the reflection. Kneeling he picked up an open compass but not just any compass ... it was his dad's compass. Standing, he slowly scanned the rest of the cave until he found what he had hoped he wouldn't find. There at the back of the cave were his dad's remains or at least as much as you'd expect to find after three years. Keith slowly moved towards them and knelt down. The hat, shirt, rifle ... there was no doubt it was his dad and the splints on both legs told the story of why he never made it back home. The unusual part was the way the rifle was resting on some rocks with a piece of paper stuffed in the barrel. Gently pulling the paper out for fear of destroying it, Keith looked at the message his dad had left. Follow the gun. Mother Nature always provides even at times like this. Tell my family I love them and am sorry for leaving so soon. Dennis Forbes The note was cryptic but Keith slowly shifted the light back to the rifle and up its barrel to the wall it was pointed at. There he saw a vein of pink quartz and imbedded in it was a thick vein of shining golden ore. "Gold," he thought as he reached out for it and realized that even in the end his dad had been trying to provide for him and his mom but the excitement quickly passed as he realized there were things he needed to do so he didn't land up next to his dad. He soon had a fire going and a tarp across the opening of the cave to block the snow and wind. Reaching into his backpack he pulled out some dried apple and the fixings for bannock bread which he soon had wrapped around a stick cooking over the fire while a piece of the deer was roasting next to it and a tin of snow was melting on a heating rock in the fire for tea. It was only then that he returned to the mineral vein and broke off some samples with his knife. Taking a seat by the fire, Keith examined them closely. The quartz was deep pink and the ore shimmered when the light of the fire reflected off of it. Remembering a field test his dad had told him about he took his knife and pressed the tip against the yellow ore. Unlike 'fools gold' the ore was soft and the knife tip sliced into it proving it was really gold. Silently he placed it in his pack before spending the rest of the evening 'talking' to his dad about all that had happened since he had disappeared and how happy he was to have finally found him until he slowly drifted off to sleep. The next morning he finished off the food he had cooked yet something seemed to be nagging at his memory about the night before. Silently he sat there and listened until it was almost as if he could hear his dad's voice whispering to him, "Take care of your mom. She needs you now more than ever before," and then the cave once again became silent. Exiting the cave, Keith found the trail back to the cabin without any problem and was pulling his deer up the hill when he noticed the smoke from the chimney. He was sure he had put the fire out before leaving the day before and instantly became suspicious. Silently dropping the rope he was using to pull the deer, he cautiously moved to the cabin and glanced in a window. The pot was hanging over the fire along with the teakettle and the table was set as if someone was getting ready to eat. But more surprising was the small decorated Christmas tree standing in the corner along with a few presents under it. Slowly opening the door, Keith listened and watched for whoever was in the cabin until he suddenly heard, "SURPRISE!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!" from behind the door. Spinning around, a pair of arms circled his neck and a pair of soft, moist lips met his in a loving and passionate kiss. Dazed he stood there until the person kissing him let go and stepped back. "MOM!!?? What are you doing here and what's with the kiss?" Taking him by the hand, Keith's mom led him to the table. "Sit down. I have a lot to tell you." Unquestioning, Keith took a seat at the table as his mom sat next to him. "First of all, you're not nearly as good as your dad was ... yet. He would have noticed the smoke coming from the chimney before he even stepped into the clearing by the creek. Second, I'm here because my son is here. Ned and I are through; after you left things got even worse between us. We landed up fighting almost everyday. He kept insisting that that everything that had gone wrong on the farm was my fault because I hadn't raised you up to be a man who took his responsibilities seriously. One night the fight got so bad that he hit me again. Without even thinking about what I was doing I grabbed the big cast iron skillet that hung on the wall in the kitchen and hit him with it. Apparently I broke his collarbone but the cops said it was in self-defense so I shouldn't have to worry about it. I told him I wouldn't be there when he got back as they were loading him into the ambulance and that he'd hear from my lawyer as soon as I got one. Third, and probably the most important, the kiss was because I needed to find something out and now I have." "Ok," Keith stammered, "what did you need to find out so bad that you drove all the way out here?" Smiling she replied, "I'll tell you later but for right now I thought I saw you dragging a deer when you entered the clearing which means you still need to finish cutting and hanging it and I need some time to finish dinner for us." Getting Away from It All Ch. 01 Reluctantly, Keith left the room. After retrieving the deer he pulled it around the back of the cabin into the storage room where he skillfully removed the hide to use later and cut the meat into sections that he hung on ceiling hooks. Then entering the back door he found his mom leaning over the fire and an image of her nude flashed before his eyes and was gone. "Everything done out there?" she asked. "Yep." "Good, because dinner is ready." They sat and ate together and for the next several hours laughed as they remembered the times they had shared here when Keith was a child. "You know, Mom. I haven't heard you laugh this much in years." "That's because I haven't been this happy in years which reminds me you have Christmas presents to open." The two moved to the floor in front of the fire and quickly opened the wrapped gifts that were there including a new Winter jacket, a new scope for his rifle, a new fishing rod and reel, and a new knife. "Wow!!! This is great mom but how did you know I'd need this stuff?" "I'm your mother, silly. As soon as I read your note I knew where you had gone and exactly what you'd need if you intended to live up here." Shaking his head, Keith leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom. Unfortunately, I don't have anyt ... ... ..." he stopped in mid-sentence. "Hold on for a second, I think I have just the thing to give you for Christmas," he continued as he stood and walked to his backpack. Reaching in, he pulled out his dad's compass and the gold sample before returning to the fire and handed them to his mom. Sitting there by the fire he told her how he had found his dad, "so you see mom, dad was taking care of us even in the end. If my guess is right this gold could be worth a lot and we can stay up here forever. Of course, we'll drive to the state capital later this week and make it all legal by filing a claim. After that I'll only mine what we need and put a little bit aside for an emergency." Keith's mom held the compass to her chest as she softly cried. "I knew deep in my heart that something must have happened to him and that he'd never take off like some people said. Now I know the truth and as hard as it is to know for certain that he's gone at least now I can get on with my life." Keith wrapped her in his arms as they sat looking into the fire imagining what the future held until she slowly pulled away and stood up. "I think it's time for bed don't you?" "Ya, I guess so. It's been a long day and a lot has happened. Tomorrow we start new and keep on going," Keith answered as he stood in front of his mom and gently kissed her cheek. "Good night, mom." "Good night, baby," she replied as she climbed up the stairs to loft. Keith turned and began to bank up the fire as he did every night when he heard his mom call to him. "Keith, can you come up here?" "Sure, mom. Be right there," he replied before finishing the fire and climbing up the stairs. The sight he found in the loft was one that he had seen in his mind's eye since he had found his dad's pictures but now it was real and his mom was laying on the bed with just a blanket over herself waiting for him. "Mom??" he stammered. "Shhhhhhh," she said as he finished climbing the stairs into the loft. "Before anything happens between us I think you should take a seat so we can talk. There are some things you need to know." "Ok," Keith replied as he slowly sat on his parent's bed. "First of all, I'm not your mother." Keith didn't say a thing for a moment and then began to laugh. "Ok, if you're not my mom, who are you and what have you done with her?" "I mean it, Keith. I'm not your birth-mother. I knew her of course it's kind of hard not to know just about everyone when you're from a small town. She and your dad dated throughout High School and one thing led to another. Just after graduation she announced she was pregnant. Being the man he was your dad insisted they get married but things started going bad almost immediately. She said she had had enough of living in a little town and wanted to move to 'The Big City' while your dad wanted to move out here. Anyway, a few months after you were born she decided she'd had enough and disappeared. Afterwards, your dad got some papers from a lawyer she'd hired and they got a divorced; no one has heard a thing from her since. She never asked for custody of you which is a good thing since your dad loved you so much he would never have given you up without a fight. Of course everyone in town knew about it including me. I had always had a crush on your dad so I started to stop by to help him take care of you and do little things around the house he was living on. Love was in the air as the old saying goes and we were married just after your first birthday. Some of the town's people started saying he married me 'on-the-rebound but we knew different. Eventually your dad got sick-and-tired of the comments and he built this cabin for us." "So you're actually my step-mom is that what you're saying?" "Exactly." "Ok. You said there were 'things' to talk about so what else?" Keith asked as his mind swirled with what he'd just heard. Sitting up slowly Keith's mom, now step-mom, let the covers slowly slide from her to expose her breasts to Keith for the first time. "Do you remember when I told you there were three reasons I came up here. Well, the third reason is that I realized the first time that we kissed that there was far more between us than there should be between a mother and her son but then you left and all I've been able to do is think about has how much more I wanted ... from you." "But how ... I mean ..." "Oh, you mean how did I know you'd want me too? I have to admit I wasn't sure when I drove up here but when I was straightening up I found the pictures your dad had taken of me under your pillow. That was all I needed to be certain you felt the same way I do." "Mom ... I never imagined ... I've thought about this so often ..." "Shhhhhh, considering what is about to happen I think we also need to talk about what you should call me from now on. If you don't mind, I think I'd like you to call me Sarah whenever it's just the two of us. Of course when other people are around you'll still need to call me mom but I don't think that will be all that often. Is that ok with you?" Keith simply nodded as he tried to avoid staring at Sarah's exposed breasts. "Another thing you need to know is that Ned had a vasectomy even before I met him so I've never needed to use any type of birth control. The reason I want you to know this right now is that this is my most fertile time of the month and if we go through with this I could get pregnant. Do you understand what that could mean for both of us?" The reality of what he was being offered suddenly hit Keith like a lightening bolt as he replied, "I understand, Mom ... I mean Sarah." "Good, because the final thing you need to understand is this is not a one-night-stand for me. After tonight I'll to be your partner, your lover, and the mother of your children." Keith sat on the of the bed, transfixed like a deer in a car's headlights as he replayed everything he's just heard in his head, "Mom wasn't mom ... she was Sarah ... she was his step-mom. His own mom had abandoned him. Sarah had the same feelings and desires for him that he had for her. She offering him everything she had including becoming the mother of his children and not just for one night but forever." Minutes seemed to go on for hours as he thought about what he wanted to do and what his options were. When he stood up, he looked at Sarah; the shape of her face, the color of her eyes, the smoothness of her skin, the form of her exposed breasts. She was no longer his mother but the woman he loved and desired and was about to make his own. It was only when he heard her gentle laugh that he realized that his body had already begun to respond to the idea. "Like father, like son," she sighed seductively. "My body had the same effect on him and just so you know for the future my measurements are 37C-27-36. Because I have an odd size bust I usually don't wear a bra unless I have to and then it's a 36D which pushes them together to give more cleavage. Now why don't you get undressed and join me?" Keith timidly undressed and slid under the covers next to her. Instinctively they wrapped their arms around each other pulling their bodies together; the forbidden feel of their flesh touching caused soft moans to escape and fill the loft. After a few moments Keith broke the silence as he whispered, "Sarah ... I ... mmm ... I've never ... I mean I've watched the animals on the farm but ..." Sarah gently put a finger against his lips as she sighed "Shhhh, don't worry about a thing. Just kiss me." Keith moved his head and brought his lips to Sarah's. The kiss started out soft and almost chaste but quickly escalated to the kiss of passion-filled lovers, triggering feelings and desires deep inside of each of them. Almost instantly, Keith felt Sarah's nipples harden and press against his chest while Sarah felt his cock stiffen and glide across her spread legs to nestle against her aroused pussy. Gently pulling away Sarah whispered, "I've needed this for so long. Ned just never seemed to be able to give me what I need in a man ... but now I've found one. I'm all yours if you want me, Keith. Mind, body, soul, everything that I am or ever will be is yours from now on," as she took his hand to her lips and kissed the palm. "Mmmmmm, feeling you pressed against me is so good. Now kiss me again, down my neck, across my chest and along the top of my breasts." Keith responded as if hypnotized as he followed each of Sarah's requests as he descended on her breasts. "They're so beautiful, M ... Sarah. I'd seen them in dad's pictures but up close like this they're absolutely gorgeous." "Touch them, sweetie. Caress them ... lightly ... ohhhhhhh ... just like that. Don't squeeze them, at least not yet, just feel them all over. Cup them in your hand ... feel how heavy they are. Feel how hard my nipples are pressing against the palm of your hands." Keith's touch was gentle, yet strong as he cupped a breast in his hand, feeling the size and weight of it for the first time, then teasingly stroking it all over, first with his hand and then with his fingertips. When he got to Sarah's nipple he watched in amazement as it stiffened even more and grew in length until it looked twice the size of an eraser on the end of a pencil. Then he gently slid his hand to the opposite breast and was rewarded with the same reaction. "That's it, lover. Now kiss them, all over ... ohhhhhh, that's perfect. Now take the tip of your tongue and run it all around the nipple ... yessssssss ... that's it, just like that ... ohhhhh, so good ...," Sarah sighed as she cupped her breasts offering them to Keith. "Now take the nipple in your mouth and suck on it as if you were a little baby. Ohhhhhhhhh, my ... ohhhhhhh, my ... oooohhhhhhhhh," she groaned as she grabbed his hair and pulled him close. Sarah instantly had fantasizes flash through her mind as to how wonderful it would feel to have a baby nursing on her breast. Her nipples had always been sensitive and her husband had caused her to orgasm simply by doing the same thing she has having Keith do now. "Oh god ... oh my god ... don't stop ... please, baby ... don't stop sucking my tits. I'm going to ... you're going to make me ... ooohhh ... nngghh ... aaahhhHHHHHH ... AAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Keith had seen woman have an orgasm in porn movies but never one like Sarah was having and never from simply sucking on their tits. "Did you like that, Sarah?" he whispered although he already knew the answer. "Yesssssss," she sighed as she pulled him back up to and kissed him hard while reaching down and wrapping her hand around his swollen cock. He looked at her with a combination of love and lust at the sensation of her hand holding his cock until she gently pulled away and rolled over so she was kneeling above him. "I haven't had a cock your size in my hand since your father disappeared and even then I think yours is a little bit larger but I didn't know until this moment how much I missed it," she whispered seductively into his ear as she began to lightly tease and stroke it. It was hot in her hand and had a familiar stiff, yet soft feeling to it. Sensuously, Sarah ran her fingertips all over his distended member from the tip to the base and back up again, tracing slow circles around the rim of the head before descending to the base once more. This time though she continued down until she cradled his balls in one hand while slowly stroking up and down his shaft. Keith's eyes never left Sarah's breasts as they began to sway with the motion of her hand and his mouth hung open as soft moans of pleasure filtered out from deep in his throat. Shifting lower, Sarah placed his cock between in the valley between her breasts and pressed them together around his cock. "Your father loved tit-fucking me and to honest I loved it too," she continued as she moved up and down his shaft as he began to thrust himself between them. Pre-cum quickly began to drip from the tip and Sarah spread it across the head and between her tits. "That's it, lover. Fuck my tits. Give me your cum. Cover me with it. Let me see just how much you're going to fill my pussy with later on." Sarah's words triggered Keith's deepest desire and his hips began to buck upwards into the tunnel formed by Sarah's tits. His ball sac pulled tight and with cock throbbed as he yelled, "Cummming, MOMMMMMMMM ... CUMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGG," while jet after jet of thick, warm cum rocketed out of the tip and onto Sarah's tits. Gently, Sarah held Keith's cock between her tits as his cum spread across them and ran down to her nipples. Silently she scooped a strand of her step-son's cum off her tit and sucked it from her fingers, the salty, sweet, musky taste sending surges of desire through her causing her pussy juices to begin to leak from her slit. Keith slowly opened his eyes as Sarah moved to lie down next to him. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. It was absolutely fucking fantastic," he sighed as he rolled towards her and kissed her gently. "Thank you." "The pleasure was all mine, I can assure you," she replied. "I'm not quite sure about that but I plan on make sure of your pleasure before we're done that's for certain'" he teased as he slid his hand down across her breasts to her stomach and her pubic hair. Gently, teasingly he ran his fingers across and through the hair until he found the aroused lips of her pussy and spread them releasing more of her juices across his fingers. "Ohhhhh, it's so warm and wet. Maybe I better investigate this a bit more," he murmured as he slid a finger between her lips and into her waiting pussy. "OOhhhhh .... Yessssss, baby. Do it just like that," Sarah groaned as she took his hand and guided it to where she wanted it to go. "Do you feel that bump? That's my clit. It's the most sensitive spot on a woman when she's turned on like I am now. Slip a finger back inside of me and then spread the juices across my clit. Yessssss, ... gently now ... gently. Mmmmm ... now stick your fingers inside of my pussy at the same time and finger-fuck me. Oh god ... oh god ... just like that ... keep fucking me ... you're going to make me cum ... don't stop ... ohhhhhh fuck ... please don't stop ... yyyyyeeeEEEEEESSSSSS," she wailed as her hips bucked up off the bed to meet Keith's thrusts. Minutes seemed like hours to Sarah as she spiraled off into orgasmic oblivion as Keith continued to gently stroke her pubic hair and occasionally brush against her clit. When she finally returned to reality she felt more fulfilled then she had in years. "Thank you, darling. You have no idea how good you've made me feel." "I think I do," he smiled as he began to lick her juices from his fingers. "Do you like the way I taste?" Sarah asked. "Not all men like the taste of a woman." "I don't know about other guys or the women they might have been with but I think you taste fantastic." "Would you like to taste it directly from the source?" "You mean you'll let me eat your pussy?" "Well 'eat' isn't exactly what I mean but you can lick my pussy all you want," Sarah replied in a teasingly seductive tone. Keith was only too eager to comply as Sarah shifted to spread her legs as far as she could. Quickly he remembered what Sarah had already told him as he kissed down her body until he reached her breasts. Just as before he kissed them as he toyed with the nipples until something he had heard in school popped into his head. Moving to the left breast just above her heart Keith kissed her breast and then began to suck on the skin. Sarah instantly knew what he was doing and instead of pushing him away she wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled Keith closer. "Mmmmm, he's marking me," she thought. "I haven't had a 'love mark' on me since I was in High School but now my own step-son is marking me as his and his alone." Just the thought triggered some deep desire within her as her body reacted and she felt more of her juices flowing from her aroused pussy, filling the air with its heady aroma. Keith felt Sarah's body react to what he was doing and continued to suck on her until the 'love mark' was a dark bruise on her otherwise flawless skin. It was only then that he left her breasts to move lower, sucking and teasing across her stomach until her pussy was flooding the sheets beneath her. When he finally saw her pussy for the first time he hesitated, not quite sure what to do. "Kiss the lips, sweetie; nibble on them but be careful not to bite them," Sarah instructed. Keith leaned forward and kissed her pussy as he had been told and a gasp escaped Sarah's lips. "Now run your tongue up and down my slit. That's right ... just like that," Sarah whispered as she felt her pussy lips and clit begin to swell once again. Her body soon began to twitch and squirm when his tongue grazed across her clit. "You make me feel so good, Keith. I can't remember when I last felt this loved or desired," she quipped as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs further apart. Keith stared in amazement as Sarah's pussy lips opened slightly to reveal the treasure within. "Take your fingers and spread my lips apart. Mmmmmmmmm ... now lick the inside just like you did on the outside of my pussy. Yesssssss ... lick my clit, sweetie. Suck it in your mouth," she groaned. Following her whispered instructions, Keith licked all around her lips and folds before moving to her clit. Sarah reacted instinctively as she grabbed his hair, arched her back, and shoved her pussy against his face. "Take it in your mouth and suck on it, baby ... just like that ... oh, yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... make me cum again ... oh fuck ... that's it ... again ... again ... cumming ... again ... aaaaaiiiIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," she screamed at the top of her lungs before suddenly going limp and quiet as her juices squirted from her pussy covering Keith's face and filling his mouth with their sweet, tangy flavor. Swiftly, Keith moved from between Sarah's legs and slid his arm under her head to cradle her until she slowly opened her eyes. "Are you okay, m ... Sarah?" he asked. "More than okay, baby. I can't remember when I've ever cum that hard or as often as you've made me cum tonight. Any doubts I may have had about us being together are long gone but there is one more thing I want us to do tonight. "What's that?" "Roll over on your back and I'll show you." Keith rolled over, revealing his cock straining up into the air, throbbing with his heartbeat. Sarah moved sensuously as she straddled him, putting the head of his cock between her pussy lips. "This is your last chance to back out sweetie. Up to this point we've been having fun but after this there is no turning back." Getting Away from It All Ch. 01 Keith smiled as he reached out and placed his hands on Sarah's hips as he gently pulled her down onto his awaiting erection. Sarah slowly lowered herself down on him; first one inch, then two and then a continuous pressure until she was settled in his lap. "Ohhhhhhhh, that feels good. I can feel your cock stretching me and if I go like this," she snickered as she straightened her back settling even further on his cock, "I can feel you pressing against my cervix at the back of my pussy." "FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK," Keith replied. "I didn't know anything could feel this good. It feels like a warm, wet velvet glove clamping down around me." Sarah rose and slowly slid back down his shaft, again and again and again. Suddenly remembering that her husband had once told her this position was known as 'Cowboy' but with her in the saddle it was more like 'bronco buster'. He had loved the way that her tits had hung beneath her and swayed back and forth with each thrust and how they bobbed up and down when she sat higher so she wasn't surprised when Keith cupped her tits and began rolling her nipples between his fingers; the sensation adding more fire to the heat burning in her pussy. Shifting she buried him to the hilt and felt the crown of his cock press against her cervix with each thrust. This was what she wanted she suddenly realized. She wanted her step-son's cock buried deep inside of her, making love to her, cumming deep inside of her and planting his seed in her. Quickly increasing her pace, she started to rock back and forth as she rubbed her aroused clit against the base of his cock experiencing a much smaller orgasm that caused her pussy to clamp down hard around Keith's cock. "Fuck me, Keith. Fuck me hard. Make me your woman. Take me and fuck me. Fill me with your cum and give me a baby," she murmured as her pace slowed when her orgasm had took the last bit of strength from her and she slumped over onto Keith's chest. "Is that what you want, Sarah? Do you want me to fuck you and fill you with my cum? Do you really want to have my baby?" Keith whispered into her ear. Sarah softly replied, "Yes," and then lay silent. Keith swiftly rolled them over so he was on to of her and began to thrust with long, deep strokes. Summoning the last of her strength Sarah raised her hips and stuffed a pillow under them so he was hitting her G-spot with each thrust as she instinctively began to push back against him. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fill me ... harder ... deeper ..." Sarah began to chant as she wrapped her legs around Keith's waist pulling him deeper into her. The aroma and sound of sex filled the cabin as Keith felt his balls pull up tight again before firing strand after strand of his potent cum into the woman who had been his mother but was now his lover. "CUmmming ... AAAAHHHHHHHH ... NNNNOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW." The feel of Keith's cum splashing and coating the inside of her pussy triggered a final orgasm in Sarah but her mouth opened in a silent scream that no one heard. Afterwards they lay in each others arms as sleep overtook them. Then just before he slipped off, Keith once again heard his father, "Take care of your mom. She needs you now more than ever before." "I will, dad. I promise." he replied. Sarah stirred beside him, "What did you say?" "Just saying that I love you and will always take care of you." Nestling tighter against him, Sarah murmured, "I love you too," but then she paused as she thought about something and then finished with, "as my son, my lover and my future husband all rolled into one." Keith spooned behind Sarah as he wrapped his arms around her and thought, "What better Christmas present could any guy ask for?"