Milked For Survival: Romance Hucow MFM Taboo Father and Son Threesome, page 1
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MILKED FOR SURVIVAL
Written by Ivy Deetz
This is a work of erotica and contains graphic descriptions of sex acts and other explicit adult content. This eBook is not suitable for individuals under 18 years of age.
Copyright 2024 Ivy Deetz
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Warnings:
Adult nursing
Choking
Creampies
Face fucking
Incest roleplay (Mommy/son, Daddy/daughter)
Lactation
Light BDSM
Mourning a child
Still birth/death of a baby
Threesome
Unprotected sex
Chapter 1: A Fresh Start
No one can prepare you for delivering a stillbirth. I had spent the entire week rotting in my cold sheets, feeling numb and heavy. Depression can’t even come close to what I was experiencing. It felt like I was dumped into a bottomless pit of anxiety, dread and shame.
But today was going to be different. I was actually going to get myself out of bed.
My baby had died inside me after my umbilical cord became twisted, cutting off oxygen. No matter how many posts I read in online forums saying, “You can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault,” I still couldn’t help it. It was my body who killed my baby. My own body.
But laying in bed all day wasn’t going to solve my heartache. I woke up at 5:30am before the sun was even up. I showered, filled my backpack with snacks and water and drove to the mountains. This was a hike I was nervous to do. It was long, steep and in a very remote area. Usually I did hikes where I see other hikers every now and then but I wanted to challenge myself. And what made it alluring was the beautiful blue lake at the top I would most likely have all to myself, given the time of year.
My shoes crunched atop dry pine needles littering the trail. There were no other cars in the parking lot, as expected. The first snow was set to hit the mountains in a few days and I knew this would be my last chance before the path was covered. Breathing in the fresh air brought a smile to my face. But it didn’t take long to fade. Dark thoughts penetrated my mind, reminding me that my baby had not been given the chance to take its first breath.
I was going to name her Delilah after my grandma who was one of the strongest women I had known. My sister Kenzie was my only family now. She had held my hand when I delivered Delilah and cried with me as I mourned her. There was no father in the picture. I had slept with a random man I met in a bar while on vacation by the sea. He was handsome, charming and perfect for a one night stand. I didn't even know his last name. I certainly never planned on becoming pregnant with his child but that's what you get when you let a guy fall asleep inside you with a condom on.
It was getting steep now. I already had eaten both my bananas just to fuel what was turning into a serious workout. The air was brisk and I had both my sweater and jacket tied around my waist. The faster I climbed, the less thoughts in my head. I knew this was what I needed—to take in nature and be reminded of the gift of life. I still had my life. I hadn’t even wanted kids. Somehow, everything changed when I found out I was pregnant. I felt like it was a sign that this was the path for me. After feeling aimless at the age of thirty-four, only having a career and a cat to show for myself, I had accepted marriage and kids weren’t in the picture for me. But then came Delilah, like life was handing me a new story. A happy ending. I was going to become the best mom ever.
I checked my phone. It was now two p.m. I hadn't had signal in a while so I couldn’t see where I was on the map and I was hoping the lake would appear at each new peak I reached. I stayed on trail knowing eventually I would find it. I just hoped I’d have enough time to get back to my car before dark. I wasn’t going to stop until I found that breathtaking view. I needed to be surrounded by beauty, and though some might consider the green towering trees enough, I had always been drawn to bodies of water. The giver of life.
Halting in my tracks, a rustling nearby caught me off guard. I was hoping I would see another hiker who could tell me how close to the lake I was. Or, on second thought, was I about to be eaten by some ravenous animal? Shit, it was the second one. Off to the right ahead on the trail was a huge bear. I had seen bears in the wild and they were always much smaller than I had seen in movies, finding them more cute than frightening. This one was a movie bear.
Don’t panic. Slowly back away. I remembered hearing that somewhere. Or was I supposed to play dead? Now I was really panicking. Then, on one of my steps back, a stick snapped under my foot. The bear looked up and its eyes met mine.
Run!
I didn't have time to remember the proper protocol. When an animal that large is staring at you like its next meal, your body doesn’t tell you to just hang out and wait. I took off faster than I’ve ever ran before, practically jumping bushes like hurdles and finding myself off trail going west. I had no idea where the bear was, if it was right on my tracks or long gone. If I was going to be eaten, so be it. But I wasn’t going to slow down to look behind me and see when I was about to be eaten.
It must’ve been ten minutes I had been running. It was all adrenaline at this point; the culmination of anger and sadness that had been simmering inside me all week, plus my will to live. I knew I was already so far off trail and I needed to look behind me. If the bear was nowhere in sight, I could save my breath and if it was still behind me, I’d have to kick it into overdrive. I took a deep breath and slowed just enough to turn my head. But before I could get a good look, my foot hit a rock and sent me tumbling down the hill. A very steep hill.
“Ahhh!” I roared. Then I went completely silent as I remembered there might be a bear coming for me. But the pain in my ankle was so intense I had to mutter every curse word I could think of. I held onto it as my head darted around on a swivel searching every direction for Mr. Movie Bear. Nothing was appearing up the hill. In fact, it was dead quiet. Had the bear not even followed me after I ran? Had it been equally afraid to see me? Wow, I suddenly felt like an idiot. Had I really just twisted my ankle for no good reason?
Of course this is how the hike would go. Why would I think the Universe would let me have one nice little outing? No, no, it had to be another lesson wrapped up like a shitty gift. Thanks again, but I think I could use a break from these.
Pushing against the ground, I tried to use my good foot to stand up but it was no use. I had seriously messed up my left ankle. I didn’t even want to look under my sock to see how swollen it was because the pain told me enough. I pulled out my phone hoping for just one bar of signal. Nothing. And being the doofus I am, I hadn’t told anyone where I was going. I had told my sister to let me grieve in peace and that I’d call her when I was ready to talk. No one would know I’m even missing. I pulled out my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, meant to be my victory meal when I reached the view of the lake, and instead made it my loser sandwich. I needed all the brain power I could muster because I seriously had no idea what to do.
I could re-trace my steps and make it back to the trail which meant I’d first have to climb this hill. I’d have to drag myself the entire way back to my car. It would take three, maybe four or even five times as long. I would probably have to crawl to move even slightly fast and my knees might start to hurt. I’d be crawling with my flashlight hoping I didn’t find that bear again. Shouldn’t it have been hibernating by now anyways?
I could try to find somewhere to rest for the night and hope my ankle felt better by morning but I was pretty sure I needed medical attention and if I could make it back to my car, I could immediately drive myself to the hospital. I was at least grateful it was my left ankle that got hurt and not my driving foot.
If I could get signal, I could call my sister or call 911 and maybe they’d airlift me out of here. It seemed so extreme. I suddenly found myself in one of those fight-for-survival stories where people barely make it out alive. Would I make it out alive?
Enough thinking. I finished my sandwich and pushed the empty bag in my backpack. Then I started hoisting myself up the hill inch by inch. Still no bear in sight so I allowed myself quieted cries of pain through gritted teeth. Once I reached the top I was glad to see no predators but I also knew how far from the trail I was. Ten minutes running would equal hours of time scooting around bushes and trees everywhere.
Checking my surroundings, I noticed smoke in the distance. It was far but much closer than the parking lot. Perhaps it was some hikers camping who could help me back to my car. Maybe they had signal and they could call for help. I looked in both directions. To the right: the parking lot which was about five miles away. To the left: possible hikers that were about one or
Dragging myself over rocks, around prickly shrubs, and a forest floor full of pine needles wasn’t what I had in mind for today. I was prepared to lay my eyes on a serene blue lake, meditate, feel gratitude, and let go of at least some portion of the feelings that had been weighing heavy on me. Today was about turning a new page, a new leaf. Instead, I was hauling my body and thoughts over leaves feeling heavier than ever before.
Chapter 2: Glass Half Empty
By the time I got close to reaching the source of the fire, much further than I originally thought, hours had gone by and it was now pitch black outside and extremely cold. But as I neared the campsite and saw a flickering light, I realized it wasn’t a campsite at all. It was a cabin. I was saved! Someone lived up here? They must have a working phone! What kind of crazy person would live up here without some way of getting a hold of loved ones? Maybe there was a road and a car and they’d be able to drive me to the hospital. I was so excited and yelled out in the dark. But I was still too far. They probably couldn’t hear me.
“Hey! Help! I hurt my ankle and need help!”
I continued to yell as I got closer, scooting backwards with my hands propped up behind me, which I found was the best method after lots of trial and error, even though my hands were numb from the cold and cut up by the pine needles. I didn’t hear any response. Surely they’d be able to hear me by now. I was almost to the front door.
I was let down to see there was no car or road anywhere around the cabin. It could be someone who likes to get away from the world, to just be in nature. At the very least they could help me down the trail in the morning or even show me a shorter trail. I bet they knew all about these mountains and they’d know how to get me down to the parking lot or maybe their car was parked even closer.
As I pulled myself up to knock on the door, I heard a sudden breeze go through the trees. The leaves shook loose and danced their way down to the ground landing next to me. I looked up and saw a cloudy sky. I didn’t see rain in the forecast this morning but you never really knew when it came to the mountains. They were their own climate, separate from any of the lower elevation towns nearby. The temperature was dropping rapidly and I was eager to be invited near that fire.
I did three knocks on the front door and waited. “Help! I was hiking and I hurt myself!” I was relieved when I immediately heard two people talking. Hopefully this was my miracle, my opportunity to be saved.
“Help!” I heard a male voice call out.
Hm, that’s weird.
“We need help!” A younger male voice called out.
With trepidation, I opened the unlocked door. I hopped into the cabin on my good leg and as I surveyed the scene, I felt a pit of disappointment in my stomach. I swallowed nervously. In front of me, laid two men in dire condition.
“I need help too,” I said as my eyes searched the room landing on a pair of outstretched legs on the ground. I followed them up to find a man in his fifties slouched agains the wall. Then, another pair of legs on the couch, but I couldn’t see their upper half.
“My son and I are sick. Please, help us get to a hospital.” The older man was in an olive green shirt, with salt and pepper hair and beaming blue eyes.
I started to panic. This is the worst thing I could’ve found—people in just as bad shape as me. An empty cabin would’ve been better than this. How was I supposed to help them?
“I want to help but I need to go to the hospital too. I hurt my ankle while hiking. Do you have a car close by? Is there an easy path down to the parking lot from here?” I walked past a sickly-looking young man on the couch and I bent down by his father’s side. “I can’t move very quickly but if you know of a better trail down the mountain, I can get to my car or go as far as I need to have signal. Do you have a phone with signal or a home phone?”
The man’s blue eyes were blood shot. I wondered how long they had been incapacitated like this.
“Water. Do you have water?” I did have water. Here I was babbling about what I needed when they were starving and dehydrated. I opened my backpack and grabbed my second water bottle with just a few gulps left and handed it to him. He could barely hold it so I held it from the bottom while he brought it to his lips. He drank a few slow sips and pushed it away.
“My son, he needs to drink as well.” I stood up and hopped over to the couch where his son seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness, his eyes unable to completely open. I sat down next to him. He looked to be a teenager or maybe in his 20s, I couldn’t tell.
“Your dad wants you to drink some water. Can you sit up a little?” He shook his head no. “I can pour some in your mouth but make sure you swallow and don’t choke, okay?” He nodded his head yes and I brought the bottle to his lips and lifted the bottom until I could see the slightest trickle of water enter his lips. I kept pouring until he lifted his hand to stop me. A deep breath lifted his chest and he let out a wheezing sigh.
“Thank you,” he barely managed to get out. I looked over at his dad to see what was next. Then I remembered I had some snacks left as well.
“Do you need food? Are you hungry?” I asked.
The father propped himself up higher to look at me. “Yes, but we’ve both been vomiting and I’m not sure we can hold food down. Do you have anything else to drink? Like a protein shake?” What did he think this was? A 7-Eleven delivery service? Didn’t he see I was in serious trouble and I wasn’t out for a fun little night hike? Be nice. These guys are probably not in their right mind. I realized we didn’t understand each other’s situations. But as much as I wanted to explain everything that had happened, I really wanted to figure out how to get help for us all. So I asked again.
“Is there a phone I can use to call 911? My phone doesn’t have service. And unfortunately I don’t have anything except water and not much of it. ”
The father shook his head no. “Our phones don’t get service up here. We came for a weekend getaway and went foraging. We ate the wrong berries and became violently ill. Everything we’ve eaten we’ve thrown up and we ran out of food and water days ago.”
“Oh my god,” I gasped. “Please, take the rest of my water.” I stood up with my water bottle in hand but he motioned me to sit down.
“We need to conserve it. As much as we can. It’s all we have.”
It’s all we have.
The words rang through me. If they had already gone days up here, that wasn’t a good sign. I only had two small snacks - chips and some almonds. I had to get down the mountain to my car.
“Is there a shortcut to the parking lot? I can’t walk on my ankle but I can scoot if you think there’s an easier path. The one I came up must’ve been 5 miles.”
He shook his head. “The trail to our car is four miles. It would take you days.”
Dayssss. Like multiple. Wow. I had really gotten myself into a life-threatening situation. It’s interesting how everything bad in your life can make you want to kill yourself but when you’re in a fight for survival you would do anything to live.
“Stay here for the night. Rest your ankle and try to hike tomorrow. That’s all you can do.”
Now that I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, my stress hormones lowered and I could suddenly feel my ankle throbbing with pain. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. "We need to find a way to get help," I said, more to myself than to the men before me. I scanned the room for any possible clues or resources that could aid us.
The room was sparse, with just a small fireplace crackling in the corner and a few mismatched pieces of furniture scattered around.
I was jolted by a loud wailing from the son. He grabbed his stomach in pain. I looked to the father.
“You’ll get through this, Julian. Try to hold in that water. You’re dehydrated.”
Julian continued to moan in pain. That’s when I noticed a wetness under my shirt. My nipples were leaking breast milk. This was incredibly confusing. Why would that hap—oh my, it was because my brain interpreted these sounds for a baby crying. Some wiring in my brain overlapped between wanting to care for my baby and wanting to care for this boy. And that’s when I realized that I sort of did have that protein shake they were needing. In my breasts. Human breast milk is 88% water, 7% carbs, 4% fat and 1% protein. So maybe not the kind of protein shake they want but nutritious nonetheless.
