0 comments/ 11515 views/ 0 favorites A Matter of Survival By: Angelscuck After serving two years in the Navy as a Corpsman aboard the USS Haven, stationed in Long Beach, California, I was given orders to report to Field Medical School at Camp Pendleton, California for training as a Combat Medic to be assigned to a rifle company with the US Marine Corps. I couldn't believe it! I had signed up to be a Navy Corpsman and without any choice in the matter, here I was, in the Marines. I was issued a full Marine Corps Sea Bag and put through a very vigorous six weeks training in field medicine under combat conditions, and the proper care, cleaning and use of a 45 automatic pistol. It was one of the toughest physical ordeals I have ever experienced. Upon graduation I was transferred to an advance company of Marines at Camp Margarita. This was a clerical error. New combat medics were usually assigned to Marine companies who were recently out of boot camp to ensure they would learn the basics. Probably some clerk corporal who saw that I had two years of service already, just assigned me to the advanced company based on my time served, rather that experience. The first two weeks were kind of easy. We just marched around the grinder and lie in our bunks, and shot the shit. Not so bad, I thought to myself. Then one morning we were ordered to fall in on the grinder (concrete drilling area), without our usual field packs. We were loaded onto trucks and taken to an airport. We were each given a parachute to put on and told to board a troop transport plane. I was really getting worried. "What the hell is going on?" I asked the Marine next to me. "Don't worry doc, we always chute up when we board planes, safety regulations, besides, we can't be doing much, we don't even have our field packs". He replied. This eased my mind a bit. After about forty minutes flying, the Sergeant Major got on the squawk box and said, "Now Hear this, you lucky guys are about to participate in the USMC Survival Training Program. You will be issued a compass, map, one book of matches, one bag of raisins, a bag of coconut, and two pepperoni sausages. You will be dropped into Cleveland National Forrest. You will then proceed to make your way back to the base, 80 miles to the Northwest. You can pair up, form small groups, or go it alone, that's your call. You must survive on what you can find and forage. After two weeks, trucks and helicopters will pick up those men who have not reported back to the base. Incidentally, I recommend you proceed with stealth. There are trained commandos wandering around down there who, if they catch you, will take you to a POW (prisoner of war) Training Program that will make this exercise look like a Sunday picnic. You are being given the chance to test your metal against Mother Nature and her elements. Good luck men! Doc, I see you have your hand up, did you have a question?" "Yes, Sergeant Major," I said. "I think there has been some kind of mistake made. I have never been trained in parachuting; I don't think I am supposed to jump without training, am I?" I could hear laughter from the Marines around me. "Nice try doc," The Sergeant Major replied, "if you can do all that medical stuff, there's nothing to jumping out of an airplane. Gravity does most of the work, just stay close to the men doc, they'll take care of you." These remarks enlisted more laughter from the rest of the guys. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing this, but I was helpless to stop it. After a few minutes we were each issued our survival packs and started filing down the aisles toward the jump door. I was scared shitless! As we got close to the door, I asked the Marine in front of me, "Where is the rip cord? What do I pull to open the chute?" "What?" He said. The noise from the outside, coming from the open door of the plane was so loud; we could not hear each other. Suddenly I felt a hand on my chute pack. "Enjoy the trip doc, just stay close to the guys, doc, you'll be all right!" It was the Sergeant Major. He was loving this! I can still see the grin on his face as he pushed me out of the plane. Nobody had told me the wire we hooked our chutes on to when we lined up to jump was called a static line and would automatically open the chute. When I hit the cold wind outside the plane, I remember frantically looking for a cord to pull to open my chute. Nothing! I literally pissed my pants. After about 10 seconds my chute opened. It felt like I was being pulled upward, but it was just the change of my descent speed. I was thinking instead of a quick death, I was now going to slow agonizing death. Too make things worse, all the marines were drifting in one direction, and I was drifting in another! I felt like a leaf being blown in the wind. "Just stay with the men, doc". I could hear the Sergeant Major's words in my head. I was like some kind of cartoon character, running in mid-air trying to join my company. "Hey guys, wait for me"! I never did catch up with them. They went down on one side of a ridge; I went down on the other. As I continued my descent, I could see the ground coming up fast. I tried to remember the old John Wayne movies, I had seen as a kid, football shoulder roll, bend the knees, what was I suppose do? It didn't really matter. I was slammed sideways into the side of a steep cliff, I then proceeded to go asshole over elbows over rocks, bushes, cactus, and you name it! When I finally stopped rolling down the mountain; I was completely tangled up in my chute ropes. I had countless abrasions, laceration, punctures, and contusions from head to foot! I just rolled up in my chute and lay there for about 30 minutes, moaning. I truly believe to this day, that the only reason I hadn't broken any bones was due to my gymnastics training in school. I had a decision to make. Should I climb back up the mountain to the top of the ridge and look for the troops or just try to make it on my own and hope I would run into them on the way back? One look at the cliff I would half to climb helped me decide. There was no way I could make it up there, especially feeling as sore as I did. There was no doubt about it. I was on my own! The sun was going down and I wasn't about to try hiking through the forest in the dark! I was glad I had my Unit One first-aid kit. Boy did I need it! I spent my last hour of sunlight, patching myself up, at least the wounds I could reach. I then ate my two-pepperoni sausages, rolled up in my parachute and went to sleep hating the US Marine Corps and the Sergeant Major. I was awoken the next morning with the hot sun beating down on me and the clicking and buzzing sound of various insects flying around me. My body was aching from my tumble down the hill; the parachute I had slept in was stuck to my cuts and abrasions from the dried blood. I was hungry, thirsty and mad! I had joined the Navy to sail the oceans blue, what the hell was I doing here? I opened my map and located Cleveland National Forrest, then Camp Pendleton. It didn't look that far, the way the crow flies. What I did not account for was the up and down terrain which lay before me. Next I tried the compass. I had never used one but how hard could it be? I saw the needle pointing north. Well, that's north, I concluded, I turned to my left, the needle didn't move, no, that's north. I turned once again, no, that's north. Oh hell, the damn thing wasn't working! What I didn't know was this type of compass has a side button about the side of a pencil tip; you have to push on to release the compass needle. Go figure. So much for a compass. I started thinking back to my Boy Scout days. "Moss always grows on the north side of the tree" - I had read in my Boy Scout Manual. OK, I'll just find a tree and look, simple enough. Actually, moss grows on all sides of a tree, so much for that theory. I looked up at the sun and noticed it had moved from its earlier position. I knew the sun rose in the east and set in the west, "duh", so by the way it was moving, I could figure out north and south. I then climbed a tree which, considering the pain I was in was no easy matter, and looked for a landmark on the horizon, which seemed to be northwest. I could see a funny looking range of mountains that seem to be right in line. I would use this range as a northwest guide on my journey back. Next item, breakfast! I had a small supply of Benzedrine (diet pills), in my first-aid bag, which I had purchased in Tijuana a few weeks earlier. I decided to conserve what food I had and had a Bennie brunch. Wow, that's better, and with my new found energy, started back to the base! After I reached and passed the funny shaped, northwest mountain range, I found a small creek running in the same general direction and decided to follow it to maintain my northwest baring and my water supply. After four days I ran out of Bennies and food. I was famished! I ate bushes, leaves and berries. Some tasted ok, some made me sick. At one point, I heard a rattlesnake in some bushes nearby and instead or registering fear, my mind immediately said food! I found a big rock, killed the snake, skinned it, cooked it over an open fire and ate it. It tasted delicious! How quickly we return to our primitive instincts under the right circumstances. I continued following the creek and after a few days, it emptied into a small, cement, man-made flood basin. All the better, at least I would have a flat surface to walk on! I continued following the basin through a kind of agricultural area, which, unfortunately didn't seem to have anything eatable growing. Finally I reached a road which, after another few hours led me to the Pacific Coast Highway, about thirty miles south of the base. I hitched-hiked back to the base and then reported to the Corporal on duty at the Company Commander's Office. It took me almost six days to make it back! The corporal on duty informed me, "Doc, you weren't supposed to be on this training exercise, in fact, you're not even supposed to be in this outfit. Somebody screwed up when they assigned you here. You're being transferred to Charlie Company. They are less advanced that our outfit and you will find it easier. By the way, where's your parachute?" The corporal asked. "Back in the forest," I told him, "what was I suppose to do, carry it back with me?" I answered sarcastically. "Don't be silly," he said, "the other guys chutes were collected by trucks when they landed. You own the Marine Corps $254 dollars for the chute, but don't worry, we will deduct it in small increments from your pay, better get cleaned up, no, you better get over to the mess hall before they close, bet you could really use a hot meal!" the corporal said. I was feeling mixed emotions, anger for the SNAFU, a military term meaning, "Situation Normal All Foul Up" that had gotten me into this mess, resentment toward the Marine Corps and the Sergeant Major who allowed this to happen! But deep down inside, all these emotions were overruled by a stronger emottion; a sense of pride that I could do it! I could survive in the wilderness with just my wits if I had to! I ran all the way to the mess hall as not to miss the evening meal, completely pigged out, took a 30-minute shower and collapsed in my bunk. "Leave them alone and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them." A Matter of Survival This is a story about the shame my Mother and I have kept in dark secrecy for many years. The situation was thrust upon us and was in no way premeditated. We both still retain that our actions were for our continued survival and not meant to be taken or thought of as perverse, at least not by us. The events happened about 18 years ago when my Mother was driving us home from a co-worker's New Year's Eve dinner party. All of us had a wonderful time there. It was a bit awkward for me as I was the youngest one in attendance. I was about 22 at the time. There were a bunch of folks there all dressed up in fancy attire. Even Mom, who wasn't much of a skirt-and-heels person, looked amazing that night. She wore an exquisite lime-green dress with matching pumps and a darker skin-toned pair of pantyhose which she almost never wore at all. She was a very attractive looking woman at the age she was at the time. Mom always had a slender build and had short white hair which made her look even more statuesque. I remember thinking to myself that in those shoes she was about the same height as me. We ventured out into the cold winter night and started the 2 hour voyage home. Mom's boss had a huge house but it was seated firmly into a large wooded area out in the middle of nowhere. Most of the roads weren't even paved yet. We joked and chatted about everything from some of the co-workers I met that night. I even made a comment about how nice she looked in a dress and nylons. Mom became a little bashful. The labyrinth of woods and poorly plowed snow covered roads began to get the best of us as we tried to back track our way through the handwritten instructions and map. This was long before the invention of GPS and things were looking kind of bleak. Mom and I finally found our way to one of the roads with a landmark oddly shaped boulder next to a small bridge we had passed by on the way there. It was a straight road for quite a distance and I could tell Mom was getting a bit antsy as I watcher her dainty foot push down harder on the gas pedal. The minivan we were in was barely navigating the thick snow at such a speed but we trudge through it even faster now. Without warning, a large creature crossed in front of us and seemed to stop cold right in our path. At first we thought it was a large dog, but later discovered it was a deer instead. Mom tried to stop the van but the road conditions were not having it. Quickly thinking mom tried to swerve and avoid hitting the animal. The vehicle had narrowly missed the deer but had now put us in a huge snow bank hitting a small tree/ The tree had actually stopped us with no visible damage to the front end, however, we were now on a 40 degree angle with the street. The two of us did a quick self assessment of our physical condition. Both of us were fine, but a bit shaken up. We both breathed a sigh of relief and wondered just how we ended up like this in a matter of seconds. I got out of the minivan to inspect the damage. Both of our back tires were completely in the air as the vehicle lay snug in the embankment. It was clear that we couldn't back the van out, and I wasn't about to push it back either. Mom hopped out of the van to see for herself. I almost laughed as her feet in her heels sunk right down into the snow half way to her calves. I instructed her to get back in the car because it was far to cold to be out here in such clothes. I tried a few failed attempts to put weight on the back end of the van to teeter it back down, no luck. I got back in as well. Mom turned the key which only managed to create one of the angriest noises that vehicle had ever made. Out options were slim. We had no phones back then and even if we did there was really no way of knowing where we were in the first place, We would have to wait until morning when there would be some sort of traffic or at the least, daylight. The van was getting increasingly colder inside. the heat we did have came from when the engine was working and we had the heater on. We tried the van's heat again and it had a little warmth left but started getting cooler by the second. The only thing that seemed to work were a few of the dash and over head lights. We may have been cold but we could still see pretty good. I started feeling sorry for my Mother who was wearing a dress that came down to her knees and a thin pair of pantyhose under her dress-coat. I put my bulkier coat around her to keep her warm at the same time she started to shiver a bit. We moved to the back seats which were more comfortable. Gravity was pushed us up on the steering wheel and dashboard. I found a few blankets in the last seat and put one over myself and one over Mom's legs and feet. I tried to remove her pumps but she insisted she keep them on as they kept her feet warm. Surprisingly, the both of us were pretty comfortable given the situation. We both started talking to the point where our breath was visible in the air. Now we were moving around nervously trying to keep warm with repeated movements. Finally we decided to combine efforts and sat huddled together for warmth. After a few moments of rearranging all of our additional clothes and blankets we made a pretty nice little burrow and shared each other's body heat. I had my arm around Mom and she sat right next to me. This worked for a bout an hour. Looking at the clock on the dash it was only about 1:15 am and we had a long way to go before the morning sun shown. At this time the both of us were getting sleepy but were too afraid to fall asleep. I decided to lay down flat and Mom would just lay on top of me as I took the first watch. Mom was lying on top of me and once again we arranged all the covers for maximum heat. It worked for about 15 minutes but Mom started to shake a little. I put my arms around her and told her to sleep but she just couldn't. we laid there quiet for about 15 minutes and I could still feel her little body trembling as was mine. My Mother had had enough and began to tell me about some nature show she had seen on T.V. It was about a race of people who lived in polar climates and the tricks and tips they used to keep warm. What she said next was a bit shocking. She said that the people there just had sex in severe cold. I wasn't sure what she was implying but I kept listening. As she kept telling me about the events she started to caress the crotch of my dress pants. I hadn't realized it because of the cold but I had the beginning stages of an erection from Mom laying and squirming on top of me. I'm sure she could feel it but I was embarrassed at the same time, this was my Mother. She continued stroking my groin which was getting quite firm despite the fact I was trying to fight the urge. How could I even think of such a thing? It was wrong, the ultimate wrong. Mom continued pawing at my crotch as she began to rationalize the notion. It wasn't before long that she proposed the notion of US having sex. She explained in great detail how it was just for an emergency situation and how it would be our secret. I didn't say a word but at this time I was at full-mast. Mom looked so cold and desperate it was hard to disappoint her. I agreed. Mom had unzipped my pants and underwear and slid them down my legs and I just watched her as I was stunned this was happening. My hard-on sprang back upward and she giggled in surprise. She told me she had no idea I had gotten that big, which was not exactly common knowledge for a Mom to know about her Son. She was smiling now in delight and told me it was going to feel so good. I was a little creeped out by that and was having second thoughts. Mom was now perched on knees and was just admiring my length. Now it was her turn. She hiked up the front of her dress and at first i tried to look away, but the cabin light above gave us perfect sight of everything. Mom was going to have to remover her pantyhose and panties for this to work. I finally took a look down and saw that she wasn't wearing underwear under the darker part of her hose. I was strangely comfortable with the sight of my own Mother's crotch. It was quite lovely actually, with a nice trim job. I reached up her skirt and began to yank her waistband down and she stopped me. She informed me that it would be too cold to expose her lower half to the night air. With that she dug her nails into her own crevice and started to pull on her nylons exposing a small hole. She instructed me to rip them a bit more as I liked. I barely applied pressure to them and they split apart exposing my Mother's pretty vagina. I swear I saw steam come off of it as I made the hole in her pantyhose bigger. I slouched down and Mom inched closer up my thighs and she began to stroke my cock after moistening them with the fluids from her opening. I was as turned on as I was terrified, this was my own Mother who was sitting with her exposed womanhood stroking my rock hard erection. She asked if I was ready and I just nodded. My Mom hovered above me as she poised my length to insert inside her. She lowered herself down slowly and I was mezmorized at the sight of my cock disappearing into my Mother. With a small push I felt the head 'POP' inside of Mom's warm body. We both gasped aloud. She slowly sank the rest of my length all the way inside her down to the base. Once again we both looked at each other and let out a moan of relief. After of a few seconds, Mom lifted her slight frame back up and repeated the process. The two of us were warmed up in an instant. I wanted to try it for myself and trust myself upward into her, then a few more times. The light from above showed her wonderful juices as the glistened off my cock with every thrust. Before we knew it we were full on fucking! I grabbed my mother's sexy stocking legs from behind her knees and pulled her downward on top of me. My hands made my way down to her feet and as I fucked her her shoes came off. Now I was caressing her sexy little feet with one hand and holding her ass in the other. The sound was wonderful as our moist body parts collided over and over. Mom bucked wildly and now I had my hands around her little hips and pulled her over my swollen cock so she couldn't get away. Mom guided one of my hands up her dress and under her lacy bra. I gave her breast a firm squeeze and she moaned with delight. We fucked hard for about 20 minutes before I could feel my sack start to tighten. Mom could feel it to. I started to slaw down and almost came to a stop when Mom assured me that it was alright for me to release up in her. I had almost forgotten that she had her 'tubes' tied years ago. I started fucking her again until I couldn't take it anymore. with a defying grunt I shot what felt like a gallon of cum in to Mommy's bright red pussy. Mom howled in delight and we both came to a pause and she collapsed on top of me. I had my hands down the back of her nylon-clad sweaty ass and stroked her head as she cooed. I could feel my sauce drizzling from her puffy snatch ooze down my leg as I tried to fit her heel back on her foot. We just lay there smiling. We ended up having sex 2 more times that night and blamed it on the cold. To this day we still haven't told anyone about that night but we talk about it now and again.