Getting Away from It AllbyGhostwalker©
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 close by while a storage area had been built at the opposite end of the area and 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 he had looked at him with a knowing glance and explained, "By building it this way we can enclose the area between the two buildings and use the outbuilding for storage in the Winter and then remove the walls during the Summer to allow the breeze to help cool the main cabin while we use the smaller building as a kitchen."
Keith smiled as he remembered his dad. Six-foot tall, broad shouldered, and with 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 living off the land. 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 most dedicated man Keith ever knew, especially when it came to him and his mom, which was why he and his mom were so devastated when he disappeared when Keith was 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 at the river. He and his mom spent the rest of the Fall there hoping is dad would return but finally had to leave and move in with her parents in town.
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. That night 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 guys 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 entered and 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 his mom.
Please don't be upset but after what happened last night maybe Ned is right and I don't belong here.
Fortunately, I had 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.
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 once again to apologize and Keith several hundred 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, ..." 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 even that made him smile as he walked to the wood bin, reached in and grabbed the small log at the bottom that he and his dad had put in. 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.
After descending the stairs, Keith quickly started pushing the rotted food up and out of the trapdoor so he could get rid of it the next day. 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, celery flakes, 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. Reaching up he grabbed it and took it along with the supplies he'd need to make a soup for lunch before leaving the pantry.
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 slowly opened it and poured the contents out on 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 across his pants 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. He imagined his mom there in the cabin helping him with the cleaning and cooking, all the while being nude as she had been the pictures. Finally too frustrated to continue he pushed them under his make-shift pillow and finished most of what he had planned for the day.
Sunset brought a quietness to the wilderness and to that 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 pictures 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 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 one 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. 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 rooky 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 so long.
Keith slowly moved towards the remains and tenderly knelt next to them. 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 that 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.
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 yellow. "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 water for tea was melting on a heating rock in the fire. It was only then that he returned to the mineral vein and broke off some samples with his shovel and placed them in his pack. The rest of the evening he spent '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. Dropping the deer he cautiously he 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 a 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 old garden down by the river. Second, I'm here because my son is here. Ned and I are through; after you left things got even worse between us until he was hitting me almost daily and yelling that everything going wrong on the farm was my fault because I hadn't raised you up to be a man who took his responsibilities seriously. I finally had enough and the last time he hit me I smacked him with the big cast iron skillet that hung on the wall in the kitchen. 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 think you have a deer somewhere that needs to be butchered and I need some time to finish dinner for us."
Reluctantly, Keith left the room and walked around to the back of the cabin to take care of the deer. Skillfully, he removed to hide to use later and cut the meat into sections that he hung in the smaller storage room. Then entering the back door he found him mom leaning over the fire and an image of her nude flashed before his eyes and was gone.
"Everything done out there?" she asked.
"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, scope for his rifle, fishing rod and reel, and knife.
"Wow!!! This is great mom but how did you know I'd need this stuff?"