SNOWED IN AT CHRISTMAS

t was two days to Christmas and the snow had just started falling like crazy. Even with the music on my mother, Danielle Steele (yes she heard all the jokes when she got married) and I could hear the snow crunching under our tires. Not to mention the snow that was more than likely in the wheel well of our new red Honda Pilot. Normally either my mother or father drove to the cabin but this year my father wasn't with us as he had a last-minute meeting at work so he was coming down in his car later. My mother was in the passenger seat at this time because she had a headache and didn't want to risk getting into an accident. The snow came on just before our last rest stop so she actually allowed me to drive the last leg of our six-hour trek to the cabin.

The long, winding road to the cabin was already covered with several inches of snow so I had the SUV in four-wheel drive and taking things very slow as visibility was becoming an issue. Large wet heavy snowflakes were crashing down onto the windshield and the poor windshield wipers slowly moved back and forth under the weight of the heavy wet snow. It was tough for the wipers to keep up with the sheer volume of snowflakes. At times they had a hard time moving, almost bending like twigs in the wind. Mom had turned on the radio when the sky opened up and dropped this stuff on us and we were informed that a blizzard thought to be hitting further up north had shifted and landed right in our area. If I hadn't known we were in Colorado, my best guess would have been that we were at the north pole.

My family has been coming here for Christmas for the last ten years. My family consists of my parents, my older sister, and myself. As I said, my mother's name is Danielle and she is a stay-at-home mother. My father Roger is a big-time businessman. My sister Janie is a sophomore at the University of Boulder. My name is Bryan and I am an 18-year-old senior in high school. The cabin was ranch style with two bedrooms on each end (each with a shared full bathroom), a full-sized kitchen toward the left center of the house, the living room with a real working fireplace in the center, and the dining area to the center-right.

The cabin was a stone's throw away from the lake. My father's family has been coming to this part of Colorado for ages. My family rents this place during spring break, a few weeks during the summer, and Christmas for a long weekend. Dad called us as he was leaving the office on his way to pick up my older sister, Janie, at the airport on the way to the cabin. Mom warned him about the (at the time) possible storm and told him to drive carefully.

Taking my eyes off the road for just a moment I looked over at my mother. I could tell by the death grip my mom had on the center console between our seats that she was extremely uneasy. It's not that I was driving erratically, as I said, I was taking things slowly but as she was not in control (for once) she had to watch as a passenger as her son traversed the snowy landscape.

For the record, I didn't take any offense to this as she does most of the driving on trips so it is hard to relegate control, especially in a winter storm. My mother exhaled a heavy sigh of relief when I finally pulled off to the side where vehicles parked for the cabin.

"Thank god." My mother says as she sees the cabin through the snow and a cloud of smoke is already coming from the cabin's fireplace. "The housekeeper must have started the fire before she left." My mother says happily.

I think it must have been at some point in time before the storm hit as I can't see any footprints or tire tracks in the thick blanket of snow covering the area around the cabin. Opening the door to the car was like stepping into a different world. Gone was the toasty warm interior, replaced by a frozen wasteland. Stepping out of the car, my foot sunk to the middle of my calf. I stand at 5 feet 10 inches tall and while I have seen quite a bit of snow in my life, I can't remember ever seeing this much after just the first snowfall. I sent my mom ahead to make sure the water was on and hot, and that the roaring fire had enough wood while I began bringing in the supplies.

Once she checked everything was up and running, my mother met me halfway during my third trip back from the car and took the bags of food from me so that I could go get our luggage. Once the bags are out of the SUV I remotely shut the trunk, locked the car, and carried the bags to the cabin. Mom tells me we are going to need a load of wood from the storage shed on the right side of the house. Knowing how cold it is outside right now I get a double load (so I don't have to make another trip any time soon) once I am inside the house my mother shuts the door to reheat the central area of the cabin. I stack the wood in the wood storage space near the pantry but take two nice-sized pieces and toss them on the fire, just in case.

After our treks outside my mother and I look like we are snow people. My mother's shoulder-length red hair is almost completely white as is my Chestnut brown hair. Mom and I divested ourselves of our winter wear, putting them on a chair in front of the fireplace. Mom had laid out two garbage bags and placed the chairs on them so any water would fall onto them and eventually evaporate. She then made her way to the Master bedroom with her luggage. She was gone a short time and when she came back she had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a nightshirt.

"Bryan, go change into your sweats so we can dry off our wet pants." Mom insists.

Having put all the supplies away I took my mom's advice and departed for the right side of the house choosing the room at the backside of the house. When I returned mom told me that we had enough food for four people for a week. As we would only be staying until the 27th (4 days) there wasn't any danger of running out of any necessities. There is a large bottled water dispenser in the kitchen and mom tells me to go get a new bottle as she just drained the last of the current jug. There are three jugs in the pantry and I collect the closest and carry it in and replace the empty one.

Dad told me that when he was 12 one year the waterline froze and they had to melt down buckets of snow for water. I can't imagine that was a lot of fun so the owners put this in just to be safe. That of course did not stop mother nature from throwing a wrench into our gears in the form of the biggest snowstorm in the history of Ashbrooke.

"Well... despite the storm we have power, water, and even the wi-fi is still working."

"Hallelujah," I say happily. After the last hour, I am ready to plop down on the couch and veg out. Mom wraps her arms in front of her breasts and looks out the window hoping to see my father's car.

"Mom, why don't you go take a shower? I know you jumped right into your sweats to come to help me with the supplies. Go... get washed up. You'll feel better." I insist.

"Are you sure?" She asks looking away from the window and back to me.

"Yes... go."

"Well, I guess it will take your father and sister a while so I guess I have time to take a shower."

I sat down on the couch, and pulling out my laptop began working on a personal project of mine. I am so in my own little world I lose track of time until my mother makes her way back out to tell me that I can have my turn. I close up my laptop and place it on the stand. I kiss my mom on the cheek and make my way to my bathroom.

It isn't long before I am in the tub and standing under the shower spray. When the hot water hit my skin, it felt better than anything in the world. With the warm tendrils of water snaking all over my body, I could just about imagine they were the hands of a hot chick, running her tongue over my skin. That, of course, pretty much instantly got me hard. I would like nothing more than to rub one off in the shower but as my sister would probably want to wash up when she arrived I have to make sure there is warm water for her so I rinse off, dry up, and then proceed to rub one off into the toilet.

After drying off, and changing into my favorite sweatpants, t-shirt and hoodie, I felt like a human being again. Making my way to the kitchen, I found that Mom had made turkey sandwiches and chicken noodle soup for us. My mouth watered the moment I smelled it. As soon as I was seated at the table I picked up my food and wolfed down the sandwiches so fast that I barely remembered tasting any of it.

"Your father called while you were in the shower. He says the storm hit the area so hard that they can't make it to us tonight. He and Janie are at the resort. He said they will join us tomorrow."

"What time tomorrow?" I inquired between bites.

"Around noon, if nothing goes wrong but who knows if they'll make it with this weather."

I could tell mom was a bit depressed and needed a pick-me-up. "Do you want to set up the tree?"

Mom sighs heavily and her shoulders drop for a moment. Looking up at me, then the boxes of ornaments and the tree she resigns herself to make this the best holiday possible."Yes... yes, we'll set up the tree. We will make the most of this holiday... weather be damned!"

With smiles on our faces and renewed vigor mom and I dragged the big plastic tree to the corner of the living room, along with a box of ornaments. A long time ago, for ecological reasons, we opted for a fake tree as opposed to a real one. Despite the fact that the cabin was surrounded by an entire forest of evergreens, it was convenience that won out in the end. The artificial tree was seven feet tall, and it looked pretty real. So long as you didn't touch it to see otherwise.

It took us two hours to hang all the ornaments, garlands, and light strands. The tree consisted of two light garlands, twelve red baubles, twelve white baubles, and all kinds of other stuff. Arts and crafts that my sister and I did in school. Random gifts people had given us. After all these years, the tree was almost like family. It certainly had enough memories hanging off its branches. I couldn't picture a Christmas without it.

"There," announced Mom, hanging the last bauble. I plugged in the lights and the tree came to life in a glow of multi-colored lights.

"Perfect." Mom said proudly. We turned off the lights and stood in the glow of the living room for a while, admiring the glow. It made all the sweat and coldness of the day totally worth it.

"Now what?" I ask my mother.

I get my answer with a very loud and prolonged yawn from my mother. "Now... now I'm incredibly tired, and just want to crawl into bed and go to sleep."

I walk over and kiss my mother on the cheek. "Alright, mom. I think I'm going to stay up for a while longer, and read."

I was so wired I sat in the living room for a good two hours just reading stories on my laptop. When I finally started to get sleepy I shut the lid and carried my laptop to my room. Upon entering it I leave it on my nightstand, plug the power into the wall outlet and then plug the charger into my computer. As the cabin is now fully heated I pull off my hoodie, strip off my sweatpants and pull on a pair of silk boxers. As I am not exhausted I plop down onto my bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow I am out like a light.

It was very dark but I swore I heard a knocking at the front door of our cabin. It was possible that dad and Janie were finally here so with mom more than likely sound asleep I get up wearing only my boxer shorts and t-shirt and trudge from my bed to the door. Unlocking the door I find myself looking at the shivering form of a young woman who is most definitely not my older sister. Janie is only a few inches shorter than me and this young woman only come up to my chest.

"Ha... hi." the shivering woman says removing her hood.

Looking her squarely in the eyes I realize that it is Bethany Carter. She is a senior at my high school but she is one of the most popular girls in school and other than being in a few of my classes over the years I doubt we have ever said a single word to one another.

"Bethany... what are you doing here?" I ask her in a stupid haze.

"I... I miss... missed my turn off... got lost." She answers through chattering teeth.

"Sorry... get in here," I say moving out of the way. I watch the blonde girl stomp her feet and enter. I close the door and help her with her coat and watch as she removes her boots and wet socks.

"You are soaked... what happened?" I ask.

"Car... car skidded off... off the road. En... ended up in the lake."

"Oh god... you walked here from the lake?" The lake was not very far from the cabin but if she went into the lake, in her soaking wet clothes, and with the snow, it must have felt like walking over a mile.

Bethany couldn't answer me. Her skin looked like it was turning blue. "Quick, get out of your clothes," I order her as I rush to get a garbage bag to put her things into. The popular girl would normally ignore my statement, treat me like I didn't exist, and march off. However, in this situation, she didn't have any other option. Upon returning with the bag I had to help her lift her arms and peel her out of her soaking-wet turtleneck shirt. Tossing it onto the bag I then helped her peel herself from her soaked jeans which were clinging to her flawless (extremely pale) skin.

I reach for the clasp of her bra and Bentahy flinches. "Wha... what are you... do... doing?" She asks.

"Your bra and panties are soaked, Beth. We need to get you out of them and warmed up. If I don't warm you up the blood from your arms and legs can rush to your heart and stop it." I inform her. Knowing that I don't have a lot of time to explain further I immediately strip out of my t-shirt and shuck off my boxers. I can actually see a slight blush peak through her now almost blue-toned skin, that's how cold she is. I come over to the popular girl and while she is in shock I push her panties from her hips and unfasten her bra.

With us now both naked I collect her in my arms, press her freezing cold body against my warm body and begin moving my arms up and down her arms, side and hips. While doing this I move us over in front of the fire and continue to try and heat up the "ice queen" (bad pun, I know). Bethany was exhausted from her trek so once she starts to warm up I pick her up and carry her over to the couch. She shivers as the couch is in front of the large picture window and you can feel the cold air as it howls outside.

I quickly rush to the hallway closet and collect a spare blanket and make my way back to the object of many of my masturbation fantasies. I place the large blanket on the couch and pull the smaller girl onto my lap. Once she is situated where I want her I wrap the blanket around us and hold her tightly against my body. Her perfect ass is pressed firmly on my very hard cock but not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable for her than it already is I simply tilt her head so she is resting on my shoulder.

"As soon as your body is warm enough I'll try and find something for you to wear until your clothes are dry," I inform her.

She doesn't answer and looking down I see that she has passed out. I know she is just sleeping as I can feel her breathing. My body is on fire being this close to a naked woman but I don't do anything ungentlemanly.

I don't know how much time passes but when I come to I discover that nature has decided to take things into its own hand and my cock has slipped into the now sexually wet folds of the panting blonde skewered on my cock. I have (in my opinion) a nice-sized cock that measures out to 8 inches hard. While I have never used it for anything but what nature intended, and masturbation, my body seems to know what it needs to do, as does Bethany's.

While I had no intentions of doing this when I put us in this position I was in no position to stop what was happening. Bethany was moaning as she bounced on my hips. Her tits which were more than a handful were free of the blanket and were flopping about. Her body was now flush and felt like a furnace, a sexual furnace of lust. While moaning she was bitting down on her lip to keep these moans muffled. However, now that Bryan was awake and a full participant she didn't have to muffle her sexual cries.

Not only that, but now that he was fully conscious, coherent, and able, Bryan leans his lover over some and begins to plow into her full force. Soon, the lovers move to the floor, Bethany is on her hands and knees and Bryan is fucking her into oblivion. Bethany's tits sway, her ass slammed into, and the cabin is filled with the young woman's cries.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Beth groaned. "Yesss... I... I LOVE THIS... OH, OH, OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, OH, I, LOVE, YOUR COCK... OH... YESSSSSSSS!"

I feel myself reaching my limit as this is the first time I've ever had sex. I can feel the cum bubbling in my balls. My cock lurches and I feel my cum spray... my boxers.

As I ejaculate over and over again my boxers are flooded with jizz. It is only then that I wake up from my dream. I groan in frustration as the dream felt so real. Throwing back my covers I climb out of bed and shuck off my boxers. Tossing the soiled garment in the dirty clothes basket, I head to my dresser and pull out a new set. Once I've changed I climb back into bed and try to visualize Bethany naked. Bethany reminded me of Taylor Swift only shorter and bustier. Her curves were otherwise the same. Closing his eyes Bryan let his mind wander back to the very vivid dream and soon he was snoozing to images of the sexy woman under him as he plowed her pussy.

~ Thursday, December 24, 2009 - Christmas Eve ~

I woke up to complete silence. No hum of engines, or honking horns. No trucks rumbling past. Not even the sounds of nature. Everything seemed to have been muffled by the snow. Stretching out I crawl out of my bed and walk over to the back window. Slowly moving the curtains, I was greeted by a solid sheet of white with only the slightest bit of light peeking through. It was bright, but at this early hour, it should be all but blinding. I was able to see at least something. Still just wearing my silk boxer shorts and a simple white t-shirt, I went into the living room.

When I arrived I found that the large window in the living room was almost solid white as well.

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach and opened the front door. Snow, with the imprint of the door still in it. Cold air rushed in, but I had more important things on my mind. Like the solid mass of snow reaching up to my shoulders. If we hadn't cleared the path yesterday, it would have reached well over my head. We were snowed in. Completely.

"Mom?"

Mom came out of the kitchen, in loose sweatpants, and a shirt.

"Noticed the snow did you? Close the door, it won't do any good to have it open." Nodding my head in agreement I closed the door and made my way over to my mother.

"What the hell happened?"

"According to the weather report, the storm got really bad after midnight. I watched the local news channel this morning, and they said some areas around us got as much as ten feet."

"I'm NOT shoveling all that."

Mom laughed softly. "I don't think you could, even if you wanted to. According to the report, it's still snowing, just not as bad as yesterday."

"So what are we doing?"

"There's not much we can do, except sit here, and wait it out."

"What about Janie and Dad?"

"I called your father this morning when I saw the snow at the windows. They couldn't get through because the roads were too treacherous. The sheriff had to close off the roads. They did however make it as far as the resort before the heavens opened up and dropped eight feet of snow on the area."

I let out an exasperated sigh, more as a joke than not. I couldn't remember a single time when my family spent Christmas apart. Well... there was one year when Janie turned 18 that she went to Australia because she really, really wanted to spend the holidays with her boyfriend and his family at the time. Before that, the four of us spent it in the hospital after Dad broke his leg slipping outside the cabin on ice, but we were still together. Now, it might look like the first time in twenty years that we didn't have at least three of us together. It was just mom and I.

I looked at my mother and wondered what would we even do. None of the board games really worked with two people, and it wouldn't feel the same without Dad and Janie. The three of us were the competitive ones in the family. Mom usually just lets us win.

"This is gonna suck," I mumble.

"Oh come on, honey. I'm not that bad, am I?" Mom asks me.

"No, of course not, it's just..."

"Yeah. I get it. It won't be the same..." Mom sighs aloud. "You're right... this is going to suck."

"Yup." I sigh.

Mom and I look at one another and we break out into hysterics at the sheer silliness of the moment.

Mom decided she was going to bake some cookies and for lack of something better to do, I went into my room and got out my laptop. As it was I had a big research paper due in the middle of January for my semester final. So far I hadn't gotten any work done on it so why not get to work while I had the time? At exactly 1:32 PM, I was working diligently on my paper when my room went dark and my computer notified me that I had lost internet connectivity. I sighed as I quickly realized that the power went out. The lights turned off.

My laptop kept merrily chugging along, but unfortunately, the wifi didn't. No wifi meant no YouTube, and that was just unacceptable. Also, the fact that the battery wouldn't last forever meant I had to be frugal with its use. Better to save it for something important, in case it was necessary. Checking my cellphone I discovered I didn't have any signal there either.

Mom was in the kitchen, stuffing snow into the fridge. "The power just went out," She remarks.

"Uh-huh..." I mumble.

"Guess you noticed."

"Yeap."

"Can you help me please?"

Using a bucket I open the front door and make several trips until we filled the freezer compartment with snow. Hopefully, the power would only be out for an hour or two. That was my hope at least. The reality of the situation is that depending on what the problem is we could be without power for several days, maybe even a week. The fridge had a built-in compartment for just such occasions, with a water trap on the bottom to catch the melted snow. This wasn't the first time we lost power for a while, and it wouldn't be a big deal. Other than the mind-numbing boredom.

Fortunately, mom managed to finish her baking before the power went out and we had plenty of food that we could make without electricity. Also, the stove and water heater were gas-powered so we could cook and bathe without power. After eating lunch, I went to my room to change. As there was nothing else to do I might as well do the one task I have been putting off. It was time to go dig a path to the SUV. It wasn't like the snow was going to magically disappear all by itself.

I opened the front door, and the snow was almost at the top of the doorframe. Using a large plastic tub I had to shove snow into it and drag it to the bathtub and dump it in so that it had somewhere to melt. It took me half an hour just to be able to set one foot outside our door. A plastic sheen in front of the door helped catch all the excess snow. Pretty much the only good thing about the whole thing was that the snow also blocked all the wind, and fortunately for me, it was soft fluffy snow and not heavy wet snow. I could take a big scoop, and just toss it off to the side and let the wind do most of the work. If it had been heavy, wet snow, I wouldn't have managed to make much headway.

Three hours later, my entire body was aching. Despite not having to exert myself, this much snow removal was a slow process. Sticking the shovel into a mound of snow, scoop it up, and toss it to the side. That was my life... By the time my phone chimed that three hours had gone by snow had managed to get into my clothes, no matter how close I drew my jacket. The walls on each side of the corridor I had shoveled were holding. I had reached the car within the first hour and decided that since I was on a roll to dig a path to the shed so I could bring another load of wood in. Also, the shed contained a snowblower which the staff keeps maintained for just such an occasion. Sure I could have made my way here first but as dad always told me... car first. At least some snow plow come by and run over your vehicle.

With the snow blower at my command, I plowed a path behind the car halfway to the road. Content with my work I pulled the snow blower back to the shed, refueled it, and closed the shed up. With another double stack of wood in my arms, I trudged back into the house. Mom saw me coming and she opens the door for me. I slip inside and she shuts the door. The warm air hits me and my whole body feels like it was burning. Mom takes the wood and puts it to the side while saving a few pieces for the fire.

While she is doing this I make my way to the bathroom. Discarding my clothes I toss them into a bag mom had ready for just this moment. She had hastened the snow melting by running a hot bath for me. I ease my aching body into the tub and slowly lower myself into the water. Resting my head against the edge of the tub I drift off for a short nap until the water starts to cool. When it does I stand up and pull the stopper from the tub. Pulling the curtain I turn on the shower and quickly lather up my head, soap up my body, and then rinse off.

Once I am clean and dry I make my way to my room and get into my sweats and a new t-shirt. Making my way to the kitchen I plop down at the kitchen table. Mom was ready for me and she fed me an incredible-tasting soup.

"Wow... it finally stopped snowing!" Mom announces looking out of the front window.

Making my way over to verify my mom's announcement I come over, hug my mom, and look out as the sun is starting to set. We watch as the sky gradually went dark. With the room only illuminated by a few lanterns, I went about lighting several candles stationed to give us the most illumination. Once this was done Mom went to work in the kitchen, preparing a Christmas eve dinner.

I sat back on the couch and just took in all the amazing aromas. I knew having been with mom when she bought the stuff that we were having but I was salivating for the roast duck mom was making us. Normally the family dresses up for Christmas eve but as it was only mom and I, we decided to go casual.

"I'm almost done, why don't you set the table?" Mom called out from the kitchen.

"Actually, is it ok if we eat on the couch this year? It is just the two of us and I'm exhausted."

"Of course sweetie, after the day you've had you are entitled to wear what you want and to do whatever you want." Mom stated.

And so rather than making a big production at the dinner table for just two people I set up two TV trays and we settled in on the couch. It was actually very cozy, the two of us, on the couch, next to the roaring fire. The room was dark but the light of the fires made it very charming in its own way.

Our stocking feet were touching, and we relished the warmth. Mom always seemed to have excess warmth. Like a human furnace and I welcomed this as I still had a bit of a chill.

"This is sooo good mom, you really are an amazing cook." I praised my mother.

Mom thanked me for my praises and guzzled down glass after glass of red wine with our meal. As it was a very special occasion she allowed me to try the wine. I have had alcohol at some of the school parties I have been to but never really cared for the taste. The red wine had a very fruity taste and the alcohol in the wine wasn't overpowering so I really enjoyed it. Mom poured me a second glass and we continued eating. However, there was just too much food for the two of us. Mom had bought a duck that could feed a family of four and in this situation, there is no way to just cook half a duck. So once we were both full I packed up the rest of the duck and what was left of our side dishes.

Mom thanked me for the praise and for putting everything away. Seeing that she had polished off the second bottle I watch as she opens the third bottle she brought with us. She had bought five at the store figuring that Janie and I would have at least a glass during one or both meals and that left two bottles for tonight and two for tomorrow. I know something is really bothering her as I have never seen her polish off this much wine in one meal.

After dinner, we both did the dishes, and once everything was stowed we adjourned to the living room. Mom brought our wine glasses and the open bottle and once we were on the couch we drank and talked about the usual thing. Mom wanted to know if I had heard back from colleges yet. While I had not decided on going still I had applied to several and was waiting on a few letters. Loosened up by the wine I openly admitted to her that the closer I got to graduation the more I was unsure if I wanted to go straight to college or take a year off.

I half expected her to read me the riot act about how important going to college was but she didn't. She told me that she understood where I was coming from and that the decision was entirely my own. I was shocked, to say the least. Mom then started to tell me about all the things that happened back home. By the time she was done filling me in the bottle of wine was empty, and Mom was giggling almost hysterically and had started to slightly slur her words.

"So, when do we get to meet you... your girlfriend? Or boy ffff... friend?"

"Ha ha, very funny Mom," I replied to her last comment. "You can't meet my girlfriend because I don't have one. And you will never meet a boyfriend because I don't swing that way."

Mom giggled and patted my thigh. "You know, I'm kinda glad that we don't have the same problems we do with your sister."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, we caught her having a 'sleepover' with one of her 'friends' when she was fifteen, you know, and ever since then, we've been wondering when she'll turn up, telling us she accidentally got pregnant. Not you, Bryan. You've always been the good one, the one we don't have to worry about. Or maybe you just hide it better than your sister."

That last comment actually stung. I have never had a girlfriend, despite some of my best efforts, and while I don't know if I would be brave enough to try and sneak one in (if I did have one) for a sleepover I don't know if I could go through with it. Deciding we needed a new topic I say to my mom, "Can we talk about something else?"

"Oh come on. It's Christmas, and it's just us here. I can keep a secret. You can tell me the name of your girlfriend."

"Mom... I really don't have a girlfriend. Honestly... I've never had a girlfriend." I blurted out, before realizing what I was saying. Blood rushed to my face as I am mortified by my admission.

"What? But... oh! I didn't know. Oh, honey, no, no, no, that's totally ok! I didn't meet Dad until I was a little bit older than you are right now." Mom placed her hand on my thigh and patted it for a moment before just resting it there.

I closed my eyes trying to will my face back to its normal complexion. While my eyes were closed I hear a thud and upon opening my eyes I see that my mother's head is tilted back, her eyes are shut and from her breathing, she is passed out. I was laughing not two minutes later when I watched my mother fall off the couch and slump against it.

Moving mom and our dinner trays out of the way I unfolded the fold-out couch and transformed it into a queen-sized bed. This was a spare on the off chance we had more guests than the rooms could hold. However, with the power out and only the two of us, I didn't see a need to go to my room. Turning down the bed covers, I lift my mother and put her on the bed. I make my way around the room and blow out most of the candles. I take one of the lit candles and light a path to the bathroom should mom need to go in the middle of the night. Once there I relieve myself and return to the living room to join my mother on the couch bed. Looking over I see the fire is dying out and not wanting us to freeze in the middle of the night I toss two more logs on the fire before I strip out of my sweats leaving only my thin white t-shirt and black boxer shorts on. I thought about doing the same for mom but she would probably wake up later and divest herself of her clothes when she became uncomfortably warm.

During the night I had the most incredible dream. The scene was dark and quiet. Much like now, I was in a cabin in the woods. We were snowed in with only the supplies we brought and each other. We were both naked in front of the fireplace as my lover slowly begins stroking my cock to life. She started things off, slyly, running her long manicured fingernails up my thigh causing goosebumps to form on my body before she switches to the flat of her hand. She moves all the way up my leg.

Despite not wanting to rouse me from my sleep she sheds all of her clothes before scooting against my body. At first, my lover is featureless, then, even in the shadows, I can clearly make out her emerald green eyes. My breath gets caught in the back of my throat as the sexy woman moves my legs apart and slides her naked form between them. My lover knows I'm inexperienced but doesn't care. She is a sultry seductress wanting to pop my cherry and make me a man... no, make me her man.

My head rolls back as her soft warm hand wraps around my stiff member. She then slowly begins stroking my cock. She is slow and methodical and I am savoring the feel of her soft hand working over my bone. It isn't long before pre-cum bubbles out the slit of my cock and my experienced lover begins using it to coat my cock. I can feel the cum churning in my balls as they begin to get close to their first female hand job release. Something about this feels so wrong and so right at the same time. My body feels like it is going to explode and that is what rouses me out of my sleep.

When I come to I am on my back, my boxers are down over my hips and my mother is gazing at me as she slowly massages my cock with her soft hand.

"Mom... Wha... what are you..."

Mom slid her fingers along the shaft as ripples of pleasure raced up my spine. Her hands were much softer than mine, and they were so small and warm as they held my dick. My cock throbbed, and it was hard to focus on anything else. Her grip tightened, and she gave it a few more tentative pumps. Half of me was freaking out that my mother was touching my cock, and the other half was sending out bursts of fireworks at how great it felt.

Mom's other hand joined in, gripping near the base. Copious amounts of precum leaked out the tip. Mom spread it with her thumb until my entire head was coated. With one hand, she squeezed the bottom of my shaft, while her other hand performed little wavy circles on my glans. Faster, faster, and faster.

I was close but then I feel her hand leave my dick and I reopen my eyes and meet her eyes again. As our eyes lock I see a glassy, almost incoherent expression on her face. Without answer, I watch as she takes her naked tits (noting her nipples are at least the size of silver dollars) and wraps them around my cock.

"OOOOH GAWD..." I loudly proclaim as the valley between her tits is even warmer than the naked flesh in my hands.

"Shhh... honey. You... you'll wahhh... wake the kids..." My mother whispers. I can smell the wine and judging by her slurs my mother must be more wasted than I thought. Even looking at me in the face she still thinks I'm my dad. "Gaaawd hun... isss been sooo looong sss...since you lass luff me."

My mother's boob job had my head spinning, but my body responded on its own. It felt like my heart was beating a million times a second. I could only watch through my eye slights, which I was struggling to do as it were, as the head of my cock moved between the meaty melons of my mother's breasts. Finally, not thinking this could feel any better, mom began licking the head of my cock. The sensation of her tongue on my dickhead felt incredible. Mom apparently liked the taste as she stopped her ministrations and with my dick still sandwiched between her tits she engulfs it.

"Ohhhhh... Gawwwwd!" I groan. I thought the valley between her tits was a furnace... her mouth was liked liquid heat.

Inch by inch, she began sucking down my cock. Finally, she had to release me from her tits so that she could continue her trip until finally, she had inhaled all 8 inches of it. Despite the fact that it felt hard as steel, she took it into her throat.

I barely had a warning, before a sudden, thunderous orgasm rocked my body. The fireworks were now the only thing left. Thick, creamy ropes of cum shot out of my cock, and filled my mother's mouth. My cock was throbbing, straining against the grip of her throat. I half expected her to gag on my cock and cum but I can only watch as she slips off my cock, revealing it inch by inch.

When she releases it with a loud pop I see the massive load mixed with her spit. Mom... Danielle smiles before with her open mouth, she tilts her head back and slowly swallows it down. My heart was pounding. The fog of horniness lifted, and realization settled in.

My mother had just jerked me off, given me a boob job, and then given me a blow job before making me cum. Only she still didn't realize that I was her son and not her husband. Maybe through her wine-coated eyes, she saw my father as she looked at me. Maybe she was reliving a time when she and my father were happy. Or possibly I reminded her of an old lover. I can see that she is feeling sleepy again as she climbs up, snuggles into my body, and proceeds to say she "luffs me" before passing out again.

"Mmmm... yummy!" My mom says with closed eyes after licking her lips, savoring the last of my recently expelled cum. "Gdnite... Rgr." She says in a drunken tone.

Pinned under the weight of her body I can feel my semi-flaccid cock returning to full rigidness. Mom's body is hot, not just temperature-wise, in the few quick glances, I managed to get of her body I had a new appreciation for my mother's form. As of late, my mom has not taken to wearing very flattering clothes. My father's neglect has injured my mom's self-worth and she obviously doesn't feel as sexy as she truly is.

Mom mumbles something incoherent about my dick and I feel her hand wrap around my dick. It is still slick with cum, and she places my rigid member between her pussy lips. Coated in my cum and her natural lubrication I begin moving in against her pussy. The friction was intense. I don't think I've ever felt like this from jerking off. My entire cock was brimming with excitement, and pure, raw need.

Despite cumming in her mouth I came again, and even more sticky fluid erupted out of my cock, spraying the bedsheets., running over my hand. It wasn't long before I was out of breath, feeling my cock and balls give off a twitch every couple of seconds. And then the post-orgasm wave of guilt of doing this with my mother hit me.

I wanted to go clean up but I was still pinned by my mother who was smiling happily at the sexual act we just shared. My head started to spin again, and I remembered I was a bit tipsy. The adrenaline from our sexual situation must have worn off as I was starting to feel tired. Left with no other options I wrap my arms around my mother (lover) and kiss her forehead. The guilt was weighing on me and I felt like the world was spinning.

"Luff... you... Hunny!" Mom mumbles and with nothing else to say I say, "I love you."

I shut my eyes and let sleep overtake me and despite the fact that I know it's wrong, I savor the feel of my mother's naked body against me.

TBC awoke to the sun peering through a crack in the snow line of the front window. The winds began blowing the snow around to the point that a large portion of what was once blocking the front window was gone. There were still several feet of snow that I would eventually have to contend with. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked to my right to find the couch bed empty. At some point in time, mom must have rolled off me and gone to the bathroom and I must have adjusted my clothes (or she did it for me). Looking about there were no tell-tale signs on me of what had happened but the sheets told a different story. I'm guessing when she crawled out of bed mom must have made her way to her own room to sleep off her hangover.

As I stretched out on the bed with my eyes closed I could hear my mother working in the kitchen. The power came back during the night as my mother was listening to Christmas music via wifi. My mother was in high spirits as I could hear her singing Christmas songs with whatever musical station she had pulled up online.

"Morning sweetie, MERRY CHRISTMAS!" She declared with all the fanfare and jubilance that she could muster before she leans over and kisses my head.

"Merry Christmas mom," I reply with a smile and kiss her nose.

Mom must have gotten up early and showered as I could smell the fragrant essence of her shampoo and body wash when she kissed me. As it was Christmas morning mom was dressed in her favorite Burgundy red satin kimono-style robe that my sister had given her for Christmas last year. The robe went down to her mid-thigh and was tied tightly around her waist.

After the events of last night, I looked at my mother with new eyes. I was also happy that she was wearing the robe this morning as my gift would complement it. Returning to the kitchen I watch mom move about for a bit and I can't help but envision what she must look like completely naked.

The memory of my sultry-looking mother was tough to visualize thanks to the wine I ingested but even then, some images were seared into my brain. My mother's sexy emerald eyes staring into my eyes as her naked tits moved up and down my cock was one such image. Then the sultry look she gave me as I received my first blowjob/deep-throating. My memories were causing my cock to stir again and since I couldn't relieve myself here I knew what I needed to do.

"I'm going to shower and change, mom. I'll be back shortly."

"Ok, sweetie. Don't take too long."

While I didn't say anything aloud I knew that things would never be the same anymore. Unless, somehow, by some miracle, she couldn't remember what happened between us. Maybe... just maybe, she drank so much, and wouldn't be able to recall what happened. Hopefully, she just thought she dreamed of having sex.

The shower felt amazing after my sweaty night but I didn't take long as I knew mom would have breakfast ready shortly. Once I was adequately clean I turn off the water, dry myself and make my way to my room. Once there I decide to go casual and put on a new pair of sweatpants (I brought a lot) and a new t-shirt. My clothes from last night were tossed into my dirty clothes bin and once I pull on a new pair of socks I make my way to the breakfast table.

When I get there I find mom setting down my plate of freshly made French Toast, bacon, and sausage. I stop mom before she can go get her own food, pull out her chair, and insist she sit down. She smiles and complies and once in the chair I slide her into place and get her food. As we ate breakfast mom again thanked me for cleaning up and putting everything away.

I didn't make a big deal out of it and finished eating my spectacular breakfast. We both cleaned up the breakfast dishes and then made our way to our rooms to go collect the gifts we got for one another and placed them in front of the Christmas tree as we would be opening them shortly.

Now that we had power again the tree was electrified and lit spectacularly. We placed the gifts we had for dad and Janie under the tree hoping that they would be able to join us (but not holding our breaths). With that bit of business done mom and I exchanged gifts.

"Merry Christmas, Bryan!" Mom declares after handing me my box.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," I replied handing her the gift from me.

Before opening our gifts I hug my mother tightly and kiss her cheek. Mom returns my affection and gives me a long lingering kiss on my cheek before we proceed to rip into our gifts.

I stop to watch the reaction on my mother's face when she sees my gift. I got it at my sister's insistence as she said it went with the robe that she gave mom the previous year. I have to say I was more surprised at my mother's gift than she was. I watch as my mother lifts out a very sexy Burgundy satin bra and matching panties set. She doesn't see my jaw drop as I quickly catch myself and shut my mouth before she can see my shocked expression.

As mom gazes at the sexy lingerie set I am silently cursing my sister at this moment as she apparently switched my order from the matching Chemise dress that she showed me to the sexy ensemble my mother had in her hands. In addition to the bra and panty set, there were also a set of stockings and a garter belt.

"Wow... thank you, Bryan. I love this." She declares holding the bra up to her concealed breasts. "I wish your father bought me gifts like this."

Mom and I both had slight blushes on our cheeks. Despite my embarrassment, I felt the need, to be honest with her. "In all honesty mom..." I stopped when I saw the glowing smile on my mother's face. I can't remember the last time I saw such an expression. "I can't take all of the credit, it was Janie's idea," I say. That is more true than not but mom doesn't need to know that.

"Well... however, it is that I ended up with these, thank you."

I opened my box and find that it is primarily tissue paper until I get to the very bottom and find an envelope taped to the bottom. Pulling the envelope free I open it and inside of it is a Visa gift card for two hundred dollars.

"Thanks, mom!" I say with great exuberance. I have several ideas on how to spend this. I pull mom into my lap and she giggles like she did last night as I tickled her sides until I finally wrap her in my loving arms and give her another loving hug and pepper her face with butterfly kisses.

When I finally cease my playful attack Mom wraps herself around my body and we stay like that for several minutes just enjoying the feel of one another's bodies. Mom started to squirm a bit as my cock came to life and pressed against her ass and then her sex. Despite this she doesn't leave my lap, she actually positions herself so that my engorged cock is sitting perfectly between her cheeks and against her covered pussy. Eventually, she does withdraw from my embrace and not wanting to make the moment more awkward than it already was I excuse myself and went to my room to send out my Christmas greetings to my friends and family and to hop on Amazon to see what I wanted to start spending my gift card on.

As I was still tired after last night I laid down on my bed for a quick nap. I woke up just before noon to voices in the living room. I made my way quietly toward the living room and I heard my mom in a conversation with someone on the telephone.

"...cleared a path to the road."

"Don't worry about us, we have plenty of food and water. At least another five days worth."

Even with the speaker phone on I couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the line. Mom mumbled a couple of more words that I also couldn't hear before saying, "Merry Christmas to you, too, Sharon."

My heart was pounding as I thought she was on the phone with my father but my mom was talking to the sheriff. I let out a breath I hadn't even been aware I was holding and allowed my pulse to go back to normal. Mom placed the phone back into the charger and turned around.

"Bryan?"

"Hey, mom," I say coming clearly into view now that I knew she wasn't chatting with dad about me and what had occurred last night.

"I was just checking in with Sharon. She wasn't worried about us as we are regulars and are well-versed in dealing with these adverse situations. She just wants us to keep in touch until they can get out here to dig us out."

"Well, until that happens I have the prettiest housemate all to myself," I say complimenting my mother.

From a quick once over it didn't look like she had changed since this morning. I wondered to myself if she tried on my gift but I didn't dare voice that inquiry. Mom looked very relaxed so I figured that she opened a new bottle of wine and has had a glass or two... or ten.

"Thank you, sweetie. Did you have a nice nap?" She asks. She's sitting very sexy like on the couch, her legs tucked under while striking a semi-sexy pose. Whether this is unintentional or for my benefit I have no idea.

"Yes. My schedule is off thanks to the snow and us being the only ones around."

"I know what you mean. Are you ready for lunch? We have plenty of leftovers."

"Starving," I inform my mother. "I can't wait for more of your Roast Duck."

"Great. You set the table, I'll get the leftovers ready."

"Sure thing mom."

I followed her into the kitchen, and she pulled the Tupperware out of the fridge. While she heated it in the microwave, I made some hot chocolate from Hershey's candy bars and milk. We settled at the table and started picking apart the rest of the duck from last night. Mom started chattering about previous Christmases, rehashing the stories that each of us had already heard a dozen times, at least. Like that time Dad broke his leg, or the time Aunt Judy crashed face-first into the tree outside the cabin. I just listened and enjoyed moms company. It was the first time we have ever been alone in a situation like this and I was finding myself truly enjoying our time together and becoming more enamored with her demeanor and idiosyncrasies.

My eyes kept drifting down to the swell of my Mom's breasts. During her movements, the sash has come loose and the robe has started parting. I don't know if it was my wishful imagination but I could swear that I saw the hint of the Burgundy red satin bra that I had gifted her with. Not wanting to draw attention to myself I forced my eyes to stop analyzing Mom's breasts. They were just breasts after all. Many women had them, it just so happened to be that my mothers were bigger than average.

When mom and I ran out of memorable stories to tell I decided to broach the subject I was most fearful of.

"Any word from Dad?"

"I called the resort they were staying at and talked to him while you were asleep. He and Janie are doing just fine. While they don't have the gifts they are making do with the amenities provided by the resort. Your father says the resort is throwing a massive Christmas party right now so they are having quite the time.

"That's good. So, what did the sheriff say about digging us out?" I ask.

"She said they would clear a path over the next couple of days. We should be able to get out of here before the year ends, as long as there aren't any additional large snowfalls. The forecast says it shouldn't, but you never know, do you? I'm glad it stopped snowing for now. That reminds me of the time Janie wanted to build a snow fort, and she nearly got hypothermia..."

I laughed internally as mom continued telling the story as if I hadn't been there. I was the one who ran for help when the fort collapsed on her and after digging her out she looked like a smurf.

After the meal, mom said she wanted to go and read some more before we lost our natural lighting. I watched as she made her way down the hall back to the master bedroom. I waited until she had closed her bedroom door before getting up. As soon as I was back behind closed (and locked) doors I put my headphones on, plopped down on my bed with my laptop, I pulled out my dick, and started masturbating. The only problem was it wasn't doing it for me now that I have had a sample of the real thing from one of, if not the most beautiful women on the planet.

Then I realized what the real issue was. The girls I was used to frapping off to were just that... girls. Not only that but they were almost all the same type, young teeny boppers or twenty-somethings that populated my school or neighborhood. No, my focus had shifted. Doing a quick web search for sexy cougars I found the type of woman that now piqued my interest. Women, real women... women with curves! The kind of woman that should drive men wild, not stick figures or enhanced teens. It took some time but I finally found one that looked like she could be my mother's twin.

While her tits weren't as big as moms were, nor was she as curvy, she could pass for her at a glance. Closing my eyes, I let my mind morph the woman on the screen into an approximation of my mother's naked body. Soon my cock was again at full mast. I rub my cock over and over but just as I am reaching release I stop. I thought I heard a moan from the hall and I stuff myself back into my boxers. Going to check, I find the hall is empty and the only sound I hear is the pounding of my heart.

Returning to my room I closed my laptop and tried to get my mind off of things by thinking of gaming, movies, music... anything but the last few hours. Unfortunately, the lights kept dropping every few minutes, making it a fairly frustrating experience. Then all of a sudden everything went black again. The sun was still out so there was natural light coming in but looking at my watch I knew that the sun would be going down within the hour. I got up and looked out the window and noticed that it had started to snow again.

Walking to the living room I looked outside and then opened the front door, and there was already another few inches of snow on the ground. I'd probably have to start shoveling again soon. It would be easier than waiting, especially since the sun was starting to set. With a sigh, I got dressed, grabbed the shovel, and started working. My goal is to work back to the snow blower so I don't have to exert myself as much. With the cold howling wind and the snow blowing wildly at me I take my time and get in my exercise. When I reach the shed I am a cold sweaty, wet mess again. Fortunately, now that I have the snowblower primed and ready it will do the work for me. Not knowing what the weather has in store for us I decided to make my way to the road. Once that is done I propel my way back to the shed, refuel the blower (just in case), and lock everything up for the night.

As I stumbled back into the house I can tell I am chilled down to my bones. Stomping my feet on the mat I can feel the ache in my arms. As we were once again without power I found mom sitting on the couch, in front of the roaring fire, reading. She looked up and put the book down as soon as I entered. Mom got up and helped me out of my coat and wet clothes. My mother was on the ball as she had a terry cloth robe waiting for me to put on and as soon as the sash was tied she told me to go jump into the shower.

"I placed some candles and lit them before the sun started to set. You'll have enough candlelight to take a decent shower." Mom stated.

I looked down my hallway and didn't see any candles but the path to my mother's bathroom was indeed lit. Following the candles, I made my way to my parent's bath and found the water was already warm, primed, and ready for me. Twenty minutes later after being submerged in the scalding hot water my body felt warm again.

I climb out of the shower and on my parent's bed, I find the special clothes I brought specifically for dinner tonight. On the bed are my cleaned and pressed pair of black dress pants, my nice white dress shirt, and my black dress coat. Despite my original intentions to wear them today, since we were all alone I didn't have any intentions to wear them. Obviously, my mother had other plans so I decided to accommodate her wishes.

"Bryan?"

"I'm getting dressed. I'll be right out mom." I say as I drop my dad's robe onto the bed and slip my boxers on. I quickly make myself presentable and head back to the living room.

"Oh my... you look so handsome." My mother says smiling at my clean and dressed-up form.

"Thank you," I say in a whispered tone upon seeing my mother. My breath caught in my throat, and I barely managed to say that.

Mom must have changed clothes while I was in the shower. She was now adorned in a dress that I'd never seen her wear before. The dress was very sexy in my honest opinion. It was green and stopped mid-thigh. It had a plunging V-neck neckline (the top was almost like someone sewed a dress onto a bra). The dress was struggling to contain my mother's more than ample breasts with two thin spaghetti straps. My mother's creamy complexion was enhanced by the style and color of this dress. It clung to her curves, like a lover's embrace.

"Take a seat, Bryan. I'm going to get us some sweats... I"ll be right back."

I watch my sexy mother as she stands up, and makes her way to the kitchen. Even though the journey is short my eyes follow her all the way around the corner, glued to her sexy form as she takes every sexy step. In short order, she carries the tray of sweets and places it on the table in front of us.

"I know it's not much of a Christmas this year... but what do you say that we hunker down in front of the fire for a while."

"First of all, that sounds like the best time. Secondly, even though dad and Janie aren't with us this has been a great Christmas and I'm glad that I can share it with you." I announce. I lean over and give her a kiss on her cute little nose. Part of me wanted to kiss her lips. My heart was pounding as I considered it but then I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I collect the tray of sweets and present them to my mother. She looks over all of the assorted pastries. We have coconut macaroons, chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal raisin cookies, snickerdoodles, rice crispy treats... and a big bottle of wine, with two glasses.

My mother decides to start with a macaroon, and as she takes her first bite I decided to pour the wine.

"Thank you, sweetie." She says as I hand her the large glass of red wine.

"You are very welcome," I reply.

As we eat our sweets and indulge in the last of the wine my mother begins talking more and I can tell she is loosening up. I decided to try and ascertain exactly what she remembered about what happened last night after she passed out. I gently try and steer the conversation to that time frame but the more I try the more mom drinks and states she doesn't recall. After half an hour of this, I begin to wonder if she really does not remember what had happened last night. I grabbed a snickerdoodle. Mom handed me the glass and settled back into the other side of the couch. I was nervous so I took a big gulp. After the day I had the wine was very refreshing. As such I immediately down another two drinks finishing the glass before my mother did. I watched as she refills our glasses.

When I settled on the couch again, Mom didn't move back to the other side. She remained next to me. Her leg was touching the side of mine. The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the heat of her body. I smelled the faint scent of the orange hair wash that she loved.

Mom raised her glass, and says, "You know what... we haven't shared a toast yet."

"You're right... so what shall we toast to?"

"To a wonderful Christmas," She says holding out her glass to me.

"To a wonderful Christmas with my lovely companion," I state clicking my glass against hers.As we drink our wine I look over and see my mother's skin is very flush. The hand that is holding the glass to her lips is shaking slightly. There was a definite tension in the air but not the kind that caused fights. Mom didn't take another pastry, she just drank down her wine. Glass, after glass, after glass. Neither of us said a word. Mom just continued to drink until the last bottle was gone. I poured the last few drops into her glass and watched her finish it.

Mom sat silently beside me now that the wine was gone. Putting her glass down she sighs heavily and leans against me. It was like touching an oven. I didn't move a muscle as she nestles into my left side. Her sweet-smelling head comes to rest against my shoulder. Her right hand comes to rest on my thigh and as she breathes I can feel the nail of her pinking teasing my cock which is going down my left thigh.

She lets out another heavy sigh and says, "Your father and I are having problems," she states almost abruptly. The sentence came out of absolutely nowhere. Still, it wasn't exactly a great surprise to me. I have eyes and ears and I have known that my mother has been unhappy for a very long time.

"What kind of problems?" I asked trying to get my mom to open up more and fill in more of the blanks for me.

"Things just haven't been right... not for a long time. I know marriage is work... it's hard work. As the years go by people change but lately... I don't know. Your father and I have just grown apart so much. It's almost like I'm married to a stranger and not the man that I fell in love with all those years ago." She states. I feel a teardrop hit my shoulder and she sniffles. She is obviously about to cry.

I wrap my left arm around her,, resting my hand on her abdomen, and pull her tightly against me. I kiss her temple as I move my hand up and down her stomach. This seems to soothe her some and her sniffling stops. I know she has to be very loose as discussing this topic must be very difficult, particularly to your 18-year-old son.

"I wanted to go to marriage counseling, but... that was two years ago. We never went because your father just kept blowing me off. Time went by and we just kept drifting further away." Mom sighs and I watch her shoulders drop. I'm guessing she is on the verge of tears. "We... we haven't even been intimate with each other since Valentine's day last year. I was hoping that maybe we could get something going this Christmas. You know... rekindle some of the old fire we once shared."

As I place another kiss on her temple I can't help but feel horrible for my mom. While I knew my parents had issues I had no idea things were that bad between them. As I looked back on the last two years I couldn't remember a single time that the two were alone other than when they went to bed. When I was younger they had the occasional argument but lately, all they've been doing is sniping at each other whenever they're together. My parents used to go out on date nights all the time but not a single one in ages. As I got older I became so focused on my own evolving life I missed the trouble my mother was going through.

"I'm sorry you're having such a rough time mom," I say kissing her again. I want her to know that someone still truly cares about her. "Anytime you feel overburdened... or you just need to talk, you can always come to me," I tell her in my most reassuring tone.

Mom is sniffling again. She turns and hugs me and I can feel her shudder before she kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Bryan. I know this might be a bit much for you to handle all of the sudden... I... I just wanted you to know that you're not intruding on anything when we... I mean, it's ok. You're not... I'm not..."

I am pretty sure I know what my mother wants to say but she is too scared to do so. I tilt her head so that our eyes are locked. I lean in, kiss her nose then gently meld my forehead against hers. "When we what mom? What do you want to say?"

Now the tears are flowing. I can see she is upset but I need her to say this. "I... I'm sorry... I'm such a horrible mother... and a slut."

Mom tries to turn away from me in shame but I am still holding her in place. "You are neither horrible nor a slut." I inform her.

"Yes... yes, I am." She states. She tries to pull away from me but I don't let her. She turns her head away from me but I turn it back and hold it in my hands so that our eyes remain locked.

"Why would you think that?" I ask her.

"Because... because I molested you last night." She informs me. "I... I let my alcohol-riddled mind see things I wanted and before I knew it I was stripping you, giving you a ha... handjob, a... a titty fuck, and..."

My mom is trying to complete her confession but I don't let her. She had braved two out of three so now it was my turn to come clean. I could have stopped my mother at almost any time last night if I really wanted to. I am stronger than she is, taller, and I have a voice of my own. No... I wanted her to do all those things last night and I wanted it again in all honesty.

"Danielle... I knew what was happening... and I wanted it!"

Her disheveled face looks gobsmacked. As I have caught her off guard I lean in and press my lips to hers. Over the last 18 years, we have shared many kisses but none like this. At that moment I know that I am not kissing my mother, I'm kissing a beautiful mature woman that I desperately want. Danielle whimpers at the first non-familial kiss we have ever shared and I savor every moment. I'm sure a large part of this bravery is alcohol-induced, but at this moment I don't care about that. All I care about is healing Danielle's broken heart and bruised ego. She is far too beautiful and fiery to be reduced to what dad has made her.

Danielle stares at her son's face which is very serene, very calm, and very assured. Her eyes are still wide from shock and she is holding her breath as her son's lips remain firmly in place against her own. That is until something inside her relents. If Danielle is honest with herself she has always been weak in the knees for strong assertive men. Once upon a time that was Roger, Bryan's father. Somewhere along the line when Roger's changes at home started she has to admit that his assertiveness went by the wayside as well. Now, her son was taking a chance... a huge one. So Danielle relents. She closes her eyes, exhales through her nose, parts her lips, and deeps the kiss.

When Bryan feels his mother's lips part his inner self is doing cartwheels. Using all the knowledge he has garnered from television, movies, and the internet, Bryan begins showing his mother exactly what he has learned. The kissing heats up and soon the two are on the couch kissing passionately. It has been years since Danielle has felt this kind of raw emotion and passion. Bryan has kissed a few girls at parties but none like this. In our heated embrace, the two of us lose track of time. It isn't until the sun has set that we realize how long we have been locked in our heated embrace.

Danielle breaks our kiss and rests her head against mine. "Wow... um... you... you must be hungry." She states in between her pants.

"Yes, I am. I'm hungry... but not for food," I say looking intently into her eyes.

Mom takes my meaning and throws caution to the wind, she gets up and stands up in front of me. I watch her swallow, nerves still present before a smile appears on her face. In the firelight, she looks like an angel. I watch as the light of the fire illuminates her shapely form. I can't help but notice that her red hair was shimmering as she stood before me.

In almost slow motion, my mother reaches behind her back and pulled down the zipper of the dress. With each tooth of the zipper that came apart, my pulse raced. I didn't get to see her strip out of her clothes last night, but even if I had I couldn't make out the details that I am seeing now. The sides of her dress rolled down like they were the wrappings of a Christmas present being opened up. It was the most beautiful present I've ever seen. She shrugged out of the dress, and it fell to her midriff. The fabric slid down her body and dropped to the floor. She still had her back to me but I was already enamored by her body and her naked backside. My mother was just shy of forty and while no one has ever said she was a supermodel in my opinion she was superior to the most popular stick figure on the runway.

It was only now, as I stared at her shadowed figure that I realize that she looked just like the woman from my dreams. I was so entranced by my mother and her movements a bomb could have gone off next to us, and I wouldn't have noticed. The only thing I paid attention to was her body. Despite the fact, she had lingerie on my mother modestly covered her breasts as she still hadn't turned around yet. To my surprise, mom had changed into the lingerie set that I gifted her. I watched as my mom slipped her fingers under the sides of her panties and slide them down. She steps out of her panties and then reaches between her breasts unfastening the clasp between her tits. I am captivated as she slowly slides the strap from her left shoulder, and then her right shoulder. She lets the bra drop on her panties and now stands virtually naked (save the garter belt and stockings). My mother puts her arms under her breasts and is showing off her now naked tits to me.

It was now my turn to hold my breath as I took in her full naked beauty. As her mound was at almost my face level I saw a dense, dark red patch of hair just above her pussy. She was definitely not like any modern porn actresses (even the amateurs) I've ever seen. The porn stars were always neatly shaved or completely bare. The ones that had even a small patch of hair had these neat, perfect pussies. Mom looked trimmed, but just around her lower lips. And between her legs, I was able to just make out two dark, hanging lips.

"You are soooo beautiful!" I tell my mom. As she stands before me my eyes never leave her body.

"Bryan... have you never really had a girlfriend at all?"

"No mom. I've kissed a few girls at parties, but nothing like the kiss we just shared." I inform her.

"So... I'm really the first woman you've seen naked?"

The question ripped my eyes away from my mother's labia, and back up to her eyes. She looked nervous.

"In person... yes," I answered truthfully.

"Wow... I hope I'm not disappointing you."

"No... you... you're perfect."

The smile returned to her face, and an intense warmth filled me. Seeing her smile that way at me made my heart beat a million times a second. Staring at my mother's perfect body, a body sculpted by hours of exercise, has caused my cock to surge and my pants are stretched so tight they hurt. Neither of us moved and I think we were both wondering what we were going to do next. Deciding to be bold I stand up in front of her and close the gap between us.

"Do you want to touch me?" Mom asked as if she had been reading my thoughts.

"Yes... but not yet."

"Why not?" She asks puzzled.

"Because... I'm overdressed." I snarkily reply.

"Yes... I guess you are." My mother replies.

I have my mother sit down in the center of the couch and once I am just out of arm's reach I slowly remove my dress coat from my body. I toss it into the chair to my left. I continue my strip show by unfastening the cuffs at my wrist before I then unbutton my shirt starting at the top and slowly working my way down my body one button at a time. I can see my mother biting on her lower lip as my strong chiseled hairless chest comes into view once my now dress shirt joins my jacket on the chair. She watches intently as I undo my belt and unfasten my dress pants.

"Wait..." She request. My hands stop and I look questioningly into her eyes. "May I?" She request.

I nod my ascent My mother's hands come up and take hold of my pants and boxers. Taking hold of both garments, she slowly slips them down my hips. As she does so my cock springs up once it is uncovered and my mom gasps at her first non-alcohol-muddled sight of my large throbbing dick. I watch as she stares at it, memorizing the sight. Focusing on the mission at hand, my mother pulls down my socks and has me step out of my pants, boxers, and socks. Collecting all of our clothes from the floor, she tosses them onto the chair so everything is out of our way and now I am as naked as she is.

Mom starts to head toward the master bedroom but I stop her. "No... not yet. I want our first time to be right here... where we started." I insist.

Mom nods her head and moves by the fireplace as I proceed to push the table out of our way. My mother watches as I pull out the fold-out couch bed. Of course, our sheets, the same stained sheets from our first tryst are on the bed. This actually excites me greatly. I turn back the sheets and bed cover and make my way back to my mother/soon-to-be lover I take her in my arms and kiss her again.

Trying to be as romantic as some of those rom-com guys, I take my mother's hand, kiss the back of it, and then take her in my arms. In this close, very intimate proximity, I can't help but notice that she is a good three inches shorter than I am. As we gaze lovingly at one another I can see the lust and desire in her eyes for me, the same lust and desire that I feel in my heart for her.

Wanting to make this as memorable as possible I lift Danielle, I call her that in my head, into my arms and kissing her lips again, place her gently onto the bed. I move around to my side and we slip under the bedding at the same time and our naked bodies press against one another. While my body is warm Danielle's feels like a literal furnace. Despite how confident I look on the outside I am very nervous. Mom is watching me and not wanting to let her down or think that something is wrong I lift my left hand and place it on my mother's thigh. I can feel her body shiver and her eyes flutter closed as I slowly begin feeling her soft fleshy skin. My mother's body is flush and warm but her skin feels so smooth under my touch.

Danielle moves from her side to her back and moans in a low tone as my hand travels up from her thigh, along the contour of her flat stomach, to her breasts. Danielle pushes the cover from her body, showing off her sexy curves to me. Her breasts are proudly displayed for my eyes and soon both of my hands are firmly attached to her tits. I am gently squeezing these two succulent breasts that I use to nurse on as a baby. No girl at my school has tits (naturally) as impressive as these. Sure I haven't seen any of the girls naked but based on their wardrobe, it's a pretty safe bet.

Danielle decides to turn up the heat and get things moving as she lies directly on her back. I watch as she starts to part her legs. She lifts her hips slightly, grabs her knees, and spreads her legs as far apart as she can. My gaze is now fixed directly between her legs. Her labia clung to each other and I could see the wetness emanating from her pussy. Seeing that I look like a deer caught in a car's headlights my mother lets go of her right leg and using her hand, runs her nails along my hip until it grazes my cock. Much like last night, she slowly begins stroking my dick. against it slowly.

"You do want this... right baby?" My mother asks. I think she needs to hear me say this, just so there is no doubt.

"Yes. I want this... and I want you." I firmly tell her.

"Go on, honey... take me," My mother said in an encouraging tone.

My fingers were almost shaking as they moved down her body and to her pussy. I had pictured this moment in my head a million times with various fantasy girls but only recently with her. Her pussy was a lot wetter and warmer than I could have ever imagined. My fingertip slowly and sensuously moves across the ripples of her lips, and Mom's eyes close as she lets out a soft moan.

Seeing how much she liked that emboldens me so I slip my left index finger in between her folds and inside of her, and the walls of her vagina welcomed me with a squeeze. My mother moans her approval so I slip an additional two fingers in whole using my thumb to tease her protruding numb that I know to be her clit. My mother is soon groaning her approval and I know she is quickly building to an orgasm as I can feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on my fingers. She must have been really hard up as she is almost immediately on the edge of said orgasm.

I rapidly pump my fingers in and out of my mother, all the while massaging her clit with my thumb. My mother leans over and her mouth clamps down on my shoulder as she muffles her moan before releasing in and groaning aloud, "Oh gawd..."

My thumb teases her clit consistently as I pump my middle and index fingers inside her gushing twat. I can feel Danielle's pussy clamp down on my digits and she is panting. Soon her head is thrashing about and I am greeted to the melodious tone of her saying, "I'm sooo close... oooooh my gawd... yes... kee... keep going..."

Soon her legs come together as her pussy squeezes my fingers and finally she screams, "I'm cuuming... I'M CUMMING!"

Danielle shivers and then convulses as her orgasm overtakes her body. Never having seen a woman climax in real life (you never know if porn actresses are faking it) I remove my hand from her sex and hold my lover in my arms. I watch as her juices flow from her gash onto the bed. I watch as she gasps for air until she finally settles down. Once she has recovered her senses she takes my hand and licks my middle finger. She then has me do the same with my index finger so that I can get a taste of a woman. It is different from anything I have ever sampled but I find her cum quite enjoyable.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"You taste divine," I tell her.

"Mmmm... Do... do you want to use something other than your fingers on me?" My mother nervously asks.

"Mom... I would love to make love to you... but..."

"But?" Mom replies not knowing why I'm so hesitant.

"Are you sure this is what you want? And are you doing this because you want me? Or are you doing this because dad is neglecting you?"

"I want to do this with you Bryan." She begins. "Last night... last night I was drunk and I thought you were your father until I got you into my mouth."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. You are sooo much bigger than your father so I knew instantly you weren't him. The feel of your large, hot warm cock in my mouth quickly sobered me up. Of course by the time that happened I was so far gone I couldn't have stopped sucking you off if someone put a gun to my head. After you came in my mouth I was tempted to give myself to you right then and there but then guilt rolled over me. I slept it off but as my body was pressed against yours I thought more and more about what it might be like to make love to my son."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah... and then you humped me and I came so hard from you just rubbing against me. I knew that even if it only happened one time... I had to have you."

Mom stopped her story but never broke physical contact with my body. "Talking to your father earlier and hearing how inconsequential our absence was to them I decided that I wanted to make a change. I wanted to be desired again. I know that things can be quite... intimidating the first time, but I promise you that if you let me, I will love you like none of the girls in your school ever could."

"I have to admit..." I start to tell her honestly. "After last night, I can't look at girls my age the same again."

"Why is that?" She asks me confused.

"Because they don't look like you," I answer honestly.

"Bryan... I'm bigger, wider and heavier than all of those young things running around you all day at school."

"Girls my age are pretty much all the same. Slender little stick figures with no... curves. You say you're bigger, yes... you are." I say touching her breasts and running my thumbs over her large nipples.

"Next, you're hips are wider but you've had two children and it's made your hips look even sexier than before you had Janie."

I watch her absorb my words thus far, she's not crying (thankfully) and I'm quite sure I'm getting through to her. "Finally, you say you're heavier, yes but in a sexy womanly way. You're not fat, but also not anorexic, which I think makes you perfect."

Mom is practically panting now as I take my cum flavored finger and trace it from the top of my mother's bush all the way up between the valley of her sexy tits. I take hold of her left tit and slowly begin to fondle it while tweaking her nipple between two fingers.

"Now that I know what a real woman is and how curvaceous they are I am hooked on real women."

"I see." Mom replies leaning in and kissing me softly.

"Of course... there is only one woman that I want."

"Really... do I know her?" Danielle playfully inquires.

"I'd say so... she's you."

Danielle was so locked on my face she didn't feel my hands come up to the sides of her face and take hold of it. She freely gave me control of her body though as I slowly drew her to me and her eyes fluttered close just before our lips met in another soul-searing kiss. My mature lover sucked in her breath just before our lips met and she moans when I kiss her like my father used to. She melts into my loving embrace like butter on hot bread. We kiss like young lovers for some time and I savor every moment that our bodies are pressed against one another and our lips are locked.

As we kissed my cock throbbed with anticipation of what was about to happen. Still lying on her back, naked, legs spread I knew what I wanted to do. As her perfect pussy was wet with anticipation of what was about to happen I decided it was time to take action. Slipping between her legs I take up position. Danielle reaches out, taking hold of my cock, and while we kiss she begins stroking it. Once pre-cum is leaking from the slit she takes a firm grasp of my dick and rubs it around her pussy lips. "Oooooh, gawd.." She moans. "I've missed this sooo much."

Taking charge she guides me between her legs. She didn't say anything at all. There wasn't a need for words anymore. She smiled at me, with that same warm smile that made the heart in my chest beat only for her. Mom placed my cock head at her entrance and after rubbing it up and down her slit for a moment before placing it in her opening. Once my cock is in place she releases her hold on it. I knew at that moment that she was giving me control of what happened next. This was my... our first time and she wanted me to dictate our actions.

I withdraw from my mother and I can hear her groan in displeasure. I'm not trying to tease her, I just want to do this my way. I slowly part my mother's legs wider and take my first real look at her exposed sex. I know this whole thing is, according to the laws of the land, wrong but as I look inside her pussy I can't help but want to be inside her from now till the end of time. I lift my mother's legs up and one by one put them over my shoulders. I return my cock to her soaked opening and begin to feed my large cock into the opening I once came out of.

"Oh, gawd honey... you are so big!" My mother tells me.

"How big am I?" I ask her as another inch slips inside of her.

"Uhhhhh..." She groans as my cock stretches out her tight pussy. "You... uuuhhh... you're twice as big as any man I... I have ever had." Mom admits.

I smile as my cock fills her pussy to the brim. Mom lets out a satisfied moan as my balls finally touched her wet folds. I nearly came to the thought of my dick being so close to the womb that bore me. Once all the way in I closed my eyes and just savored the feel of being inside my mother. I grin as I knew that I was now a real mother-fucker and I would wear that moniker with pride from now on. I opened my eyes again and looked down at Mom. She had a tear in her eye, and a smile on her lips.

"Oh, baby... I feel so full. Your cock is so amazing... show me what a real man's cock can do."

With that ringing endorsement, I decided to use the knowledge I had gained from watching hours and hours of porn and made love to my mother. My baser instincts told me just to ram home and pound away at my mother but that wasn't what I wanted. This was my first time with a woman and I wanted to make it last as long as possible.

The cabin was illuminated by the light and warmth of the fire as mom and I made love. My mother's arms wrap around my body as my hips collide with hers. The living room is filled with my mother's unmuffled cries of passion. Her fingernails soon dig into my back urging me to pick up the pace. She manages to pull her legs back further and I can feel my cock head pressing against what I guess to be her cervix.

"Oh, gawd baby... You're deep... YOU'RE SOOOOO DEEP!"

"Do you like that Danielle?" I ask calling her by her first name for the first time. "Do you like my large cock plowing into your pussy? Do you love it when the head of my dick kisses the opening of your womb?"

"OHHHH YESSS BABY!" Mom declares. "IT'S GREAT... IT'S THE GREATEST FEELING IN THE WORLD!" She bellows loudly.

I don't know how long we have been going at it. It could be hours, it could be minutes, all I know is I can't hold back any longer. With one final powerful thrust, I press my cock against my lover's cervix and my seed erupts into my mother's pussy. As I did so my entire body shuddered, and I came harder than I ever have before in my life.

As quickly as my orgasm happened it was over. The full realization of what happened settled on me. I had not only officially lost my virginity to a woman but I lost it to my own mother. Also not lost on me was the fact that I lost it to my mother on Christmas day. I had thought my 200-dollar gift card was the best gift I could have gotten. Boy was I wrong.

My penis began to deflate but was still quite rigid. I roll to the side and fell back onto the mattress but as I am still inside of my mother her curvy body rolled on top of mine. Mom giggles as she makes herself comfortable in my loving embrace. As I tried to catch my breath the realization that not only was I no longer a virgin was front and center in my mind. I quickly realized that I didn't feel any different now that I was a man but loved the feeling of my sexy lover wrapped in my arms and pressed against my flesh.

Danielle takes my softened cock in her hand and reluctantly removes it from her sex. I hear her hiss as my semi-flaccid cock plops free and falls back between my legs. As soon as the plug is gone a large quantity of white fluid leaks out from between my mom's legs.

"Are you alright Bryan?" she asked.

"I... I am so good right now." I say gasping. "If... if I died I would be content for eternity!"

The hand that was around me moved to the back of my head and pulled my face closer to hers. Her other hand touched my chest, right above my beating hard. She pulled me closer, and closer. Mom's soft lips placed a kiss on my shoulder. Her hair tickled my shoulder blade. Goosebumps raised on my skin. Her hand trailed down my chest, over my stomach, until it found my semi-hard cock. Her lips were nibbling at my bottom lip when her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Almost instantaneously, my erection was back in full force.

Mom purred and broke the kiss.

"Mmmm... do you think you can go again Hunny?"

"Mmmm... watch me," I say as I roll her onto her back and mount her again.

We never did eat dinner. The sweets gave us our energy and I made love to my mother... my lover well into the early morning hours. I filled her receptive womb three times and only after the third time did she finally beg me to let her rest. That was Christmas day. We were snowed in until New Year's Eve. For five days mom and I walked around the cabin naked, we ate naked on the couch, and even when the power came back on we stayed in the living room making love on the couch bed. Eventually, I got adventurous and made it a point to make love to my woman in every room of the cabin. Dad and Janie never made it to the cabin due to the snow but that and what happened next is a tale for another time.

~ Merry Christmas ~