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Snowday

By: jacki73



I had finally moved into my new apartment, almost everything had been unpacked and put away in the little three bedroom I found. It was almost Christmas and I had been putting up my Christmas tree when you called to say you were coming to get me and we were going out to celebrate. The kids were with their grandparents for the weekend, so this was going to be perfect. I pulled the blinds open and saw that it had just started to snow. I warned you to be careful because it looked like it was sticking. After I hung up the phone I decided to hit the shower. 

The water was on the border of comfortably warm and hot. It felt good on a cooler day like today. I used the new shower gel I picked up at Bath and Body, it was a warm vanilla with a hint of sandalwood. I lathered up every inch of skin paying especially close attention to the parts of my body I knew would get special attention. I washed my hair and as I let the conditioner set, I grabbed my razor off the shelf. Under the hot water of the shower I carefully glided the razor across my skin, making sure my legs were silky smooth. By the time I was done shaving and had rinsed the conditioner from my hair, the steam in the bathroom had built up so much it was almost difficult to see the door. I wrapped my body in one of the soft white Egyptian cotton towels I bought. I then used the body lotion that matched my new shower gel rubbing it into my skin. I felt great despite all the hard work I had done to get the apartment set up. I was so relaxed and ready for a great night.

In the bedroom I found my dark plum velour track suit, it felt great against my skin and it made the grey in my eyes stand out. I pulled on a pair of grey silk panties and the matching silk cami I had got at Victoria's Secret. I zipped up the hoodie. I dried my hair quickly so it was just barely damp and pulled it back into a ponytail. I walked out into the living room and took another peek out the window and saw how much the snow was starting to accumulate. I glanced at the clock and figured if you didn't have to stop on the way in, you should be here in just a few minutes. I sat down on the couch and pulled a pair of sneakers on. I wanted to be ready to go when you got here; we could hit someplace quick for dinner and get back before the roads got bad. I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and anxiously awaited. I really must have relaxed a bit too much; I didn't even hear you come in. 

I awoke to the feeling of your cold lips and warm breath kissing my neck gently. It shot a bolt of energy through my body. It felt great. Your skin was ice cold. I looked at the clock and it had been almost an hour since the last time I looked at it. 

"What happened?" I whispered into your ear as I kissed your neck and nibbled on your ear lobe.

"I had a tire blow and the roads are really starting to get bad. I may have to wait out the storm with you," you grinned from ear to ear as you told me that.

"You're so cold. We need to get you warmed up; of all nights to have a blow out." I reached over & took your ice cold hands in mine, trying to get them warmed up. 

You reached behind my head and tilted my head back so our lips would align just right and we kissed so deeply. Your lips were ice cold, they felt good against mine. The tip of your tongue delicately ran along my bottom lip before entering my mouth. I pushed myself up and straddled your lap, wrapping myself around you. I could feel your dick getting hard and pressing against my inner thigh. I leaned forward to kiss you and you slid your ice cold hands under my cami and hoodie. They send a wave of goosebumps across my body. Your left hand came to a rest, cupping my breast. The shock of the cold made my nipples rock hard. Your right hand slid down between my legs, I moaned the second I felt your icy finger graze my already charged clit. You worked that finger back and forth across that clit; and before your fingers warmed, you slid two of them inside me. The shock of the fullness and the icy cold sent me into an orgasm instantly. I cried out and you wrapped your left arm around me holding me tight to you as my body shook with tremors of pleasure. 

After my pulse returned to its normal level and I felt some strength return to my body we went into the bedroom. You pulled back the oversized down comforter, I lit the candles on the nightstand next to the bed and turned on the CD player. You sat on the edge of the bed as I stood next to you. You undid the drawstring on my pants and let them fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. I started unbuttoning your shirt. I felt your hands slide across my skin around to my ass and you slowly slid my panties off. I was so excited and wanted you so badly. You slid your finger across my clit and into my pussy. My body tensed up and I moaned. You stood up and I switched places with you. As you stood in front of me I unbuckled your belt I could see you were as excited as I was. Your dick was so hard it pressed against your jeans wanting out. I undid the button of your jeans and slowly worked them and your boxers down, carefully working them around your fully hardened dick. Once I worked your pants free of your legs I ran my hands up the front of your thighs with the tips of my thumb nails gently grazing your inner thighs. 

I slide my hands around to the back of your thighs and pull you closer to my mouth. I start circling just the tip of your cock with the tip of my tongue. Your hands clasp onto my shoulders and you shutter with pleasure. The feel of your reaction to my touch excited me even more. I wrapped my moist wet lips around your cock and started sliding back & forth. You move your hands from my shoulders to the sides of my head I feel you tangle your fingers in my hair. My mouth glides in a steady motion, occasionally I press my tongue against the bottom of your shaft firmly. I can taste the little bit of cum that has leaked out. 

After bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, I laid back across the bed and you moved to position yourself above me. The skin on skin contact is causing my heart to beat faster, I am sweating all over. You start kissing my lips then move down my neck. With the tip of your tongue, you trace along my skin from the base of my neck to my right nipple, flicking it playfully before taking it in. I am hungry to feel your cock sliding in and out of me. You slide your tongue across my skin to the other nipple and trace the edges teasingly before taking it in. Then you finally slide your cock into me. I feel like I am going to turn to jelly, my whole body is washed over with pleasure. I start kissing and nibbling on your neck and work my way up to your earlobe. I whispered in your ear, "you feel so great tonight. I wanted you so bad."

It almost seemed like I super charged you when I whispered in your ear. "Vous vous sentez si bien. Je le veux plus dur." I had never whispered in French in your ear, you were absolutely stunned and excited. You begged me to tell you what I had said. "I told you, you feel so great, that I want it harder." 

You just laughed and pulled back for a moment. "Roll over." 

I knew I was going to get what I wanted. As I rolled over onto my stomach, you lifted my ass in the air by my hips and worked your knee between my legs pushing them apart further but very gently. I felt your hands grip my hips firmly and you pulled me back into you. I felt you cock slide across my soaking wet, hot pussy and across my clit. When the two contacted it sent a jolt of electric through my body. After a few times doing this I finally felt you push into me and you slid hard and slow at first. I could feel your balls hit against me and they were wet with my excitement. 

Using my own juices you started circling my ass with a wet finger. My body began to tremble with pleasure and anticipation of what was to come. You started fucking me harder and faster and as you pushed deep into me my body tensed up, I was going to orgasm and it was going to be hard. Just as the first wave of pleasure hit you slipped your finger into my ass and I yelped out in pleasure. You kept pounding into me as hard as you could and finally you were overwhelmed with pleasure as you came too. We both were exhausted and covered in sweat. We both collapsed in the bed, neither of us complaining about the huge wet spot in the center of the sheets. I reached over and set my alarm to go off in a couple of hours and we both feel asleep snuggled into each other.

Snowdown in the Rockies



I appreciate the response I received on my first story, Swimmer Returns Home. Before I could start on the sequel, I got sidetracked with the idea for Snowdown in the Rockies, and wound up doing this one instead of the sequel. I promise I will do the sequel to Swimmer very soon. Send me an email if you like this one. Thanks for your support!  





It was early October and the evenings in Georgia were starting to cool off into the 50's and 60's, although days still featured temperatures in the high 70's and sometimes up into the low 80's, so it was not unusual for Tim to still wear shorts during the day. Such was the case today as he lay stretched out on the sofa when his mother breezed in with an armful of groceries. She could not help but notice how strikingly handsome her son Tim was. She reflected fleetingly that he had an easy way about him that made him popular among young men and women his age. In spite of that popularity, he was a little curious in that he was a bit of a home body seeming to prefer hanging out around the house over going out to party. In fact, although he had turned 18 almost a year prior, he had shown no real interest in getting a place of his own. His mother Marie was not a bit disturbed by this; in fact, she enjoyed having Tim around because they got along so well, and, after all, it had been just the two of them for several years now.

"Hi, baby. I'm glad you're home!" she called cheerily. "I have a trunk full of groceries and sure could use a hand. What have you been up to this morning?"

"Nada, Mom. Just chillin' in front of the tube", he said reaching for the remote to turn the TV off.

Tim had decided to work for a while before attending college, but the jobs he had found locally were poor paying and involved working weekends and nights, neither of which appealed to him very much. He had been working at a local convenience store, but had recently quit to take a couple of weeks off before beginning work at a large clothing chain as holiday help. All of this led to his decision to start college in the spring instead of waiting for the fall. His grades had not been spectacular in high school, so he knew that he would have to take some foundational classes, which meant that the spring was a good time to get started. He had been thinking about all of the things going on in his life before his mother's entrance shook him from his reverie.

He unfolded his long legs, ambled over to his mother, gave her a peck on the cheek and headed out the door. He quickly loaded all eight of the remaining plastic bags into his large hands using his elbow to close the trunk.

As he reentered the house and went to the kitchen, he saw his mother Marie straining her 5'6" lanky frame to put some cans on the top shelf of the cabinet. She was on her tip toes which caused her pale blue blouse to rise and flash about an inch of tanned lower back. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting khaki slacks and Tim could see the outline of what appeared to be a pair of boys shorts forming a line across the bottom of what could only be considered a world class ass. He felt his cock rise involuntarily in his loose fitting dark tan shorts.  His habit of dressing unencumbered by underwear usually meant that his penis was always slightly stimulated resulting in about 50 erections a day by his reckoning.

He sat the groceries down on the table and began to unpack and put them away. 

"Thank you, honey", she said with a smile.

"No problemo. Hey, did you remember to pick up some chips and nacho cheese?"

She teased him for a few moments by telling him she had forgotten them, and then admitted she had bought them when he started to whine.

"Let that be a lesson to you mister", she kidded.

"A lesson not to believe your mom?"

"No, a lesson to remind you who loves ya", she retorted with a big smile and wink.
He strode quickly over to her and gave her a sharp slap on the ass. She shrieked and jumped away before quickly pivoting in an effort to repay the favor. She swung her hand, but he grabbed her arms and wrapped his long fingers around her small wrists holding her powerless. She struggled in his grasp and bumped against him trying to dislodge his hands, but he just laughed at her efforts.  Finally, he pretended to be overpowered and let her pull free.  But when she slapped at him, he again caught her arm and swung her 180 degrees holding her around the waist and pinning her butt against his crotch. She had both hands free and was trying everything to get an advantage when he suddenly moved his hand from her waist to her armpit. Her 36 C breasts were resting on his forearm as he started to tickle her. She shrieked with laughter and wriggled like a worm on a hook to free herself from his grasp. In the process, she moved against his crotch. He felt a jolt of sexual electricity surge through his penis, and in surprise loosened his grip enough for her to wriggle free.

She quickly retreated to the other side of the table where he could not reach her.

"Okay, mister, now that's enough! You are going to make me pee my pants if you tickle me any more." she said with mock severity barely able to suppress a smile. "Now help me put the rest of these groceries away before the frozen foods begin to thaw."  

She moved to take some meat from the bag and noticed that she had become moist between her legs. She blushed at the thought, and then looked at Tim who was also blushing. As her eyes drifted down his t-shirt covered chest, she saw the reason for his discomfort. He had a raging hard on! He was trying his best to hide it, but there was no mistaking the huge bulge in his shorts. Marie felt herself go beet red at the realization that her son had a hard on because of her. The thought made her pussy pulse and she felt a rush of fluid run into the gusset of her tiny panties. Flushing red, she busied herself putting away groceries.

Tim turned away from his mother and pretended to be looking for something in one of the cabinets, but no matter what he tried to do as a distraction, his mind kept flashing back to his mother's sweet ass and how firm it felt against his crotch, and that image had his dick as hard as a rock.

Marie noticed how he was doing everything but looking at her, and again blushed when she realized that he was still struggling to get what appeared to be a much larger than average erection under control. She couldn't help but smile at his discomfort, but decided to put him out of his misery.

"I have to go to the bathroom. Would you mind putting the rest away honey?"

"Sure Mom", he said grateful that she was leaving the room.

He quickly put the remaining groceries away, and then went to the base of the stairs.

"Mom, I am going over to Rob's house for a few minutes. He just got some new speakers for his truck and he wants me to help him install them", he called.

"Okay, sweetheart. Dinner will be at 6", she called back.

Marie went to her room and closed the door. She was wet between her legs. She felt a pang of guilt as she realized that it was her son that had caused her vagina to flood, but the sheer excitement that was being generated below her waist overpowered the guilt. She couldn't remove the image of Tim's very large dick stressing the fabric of his shorts that was imprinted in vivid color in her mind's eye.
She slipped her blouse off and removed her pale blue bra. She looked in the mirror at her breasts that didn't have even a hint of sag. Her nipples were standing straight out in excitement. She watched as her hands took on a life of their own and moved over her breasts to gently caress her nipples. 

Moisture formed between her breasts and on her upper lip as the room suddenly became hotter than the ambient temperature suggested it should be. She ran her hands over her soft, yet well formed midsection and undid the clasp on her pants. Her hands shook a little as she unzipped her pants allowing her thumb to press along her satin panties just above her pussy. She kicked off her tan heels and allowed her pants to slide down her skin colored nylon thigh hose. She could clearly see the wet spot on the front of her pale blue boy shorts as she stepped out of her pants. She let her fingers slide under the hem of the shorts, ran her fingers down the front of her soft pussy, and then brought her wet fingers to her mouth. She liked the way she tasted and would often taste herself when she masturbated, which was several times a week. She felt that masturbation was easier and far less complicated than maintaining a relationship, although it did not provide the lasting effects of a good fucking, something she had sorely missed over the past few months..

She again felt a surge run through her pussy. She watched the hand in the mirror go back to her sopping wet pussy. She rubbed her clit through her slick panties and felt her legs almost give way. She slid her hand under the loose fabric at the bottom of her panties and moved it aside to expose her closely trimmed pussy. Suddenly she had to have some relief and began to furiously rub her clit, moaning loudly. Every so often she would bring her sopping, slippery fingers to her mouth and slide them into her mouth. She needed more access so she pushed her blue panties to her knees. The sight in the mirror of her slightly spread legs naked save for the panties obscenely held up by her knees was too much for Marie.  Her fingers again found her clit causing her knees to buckle as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She was so weak she did not bother to pull her panties back up as she moved shakily to her bed and fell into it breathing heavily and exhausted by the effort. She lifted her right leg and pulled her foot from her panties and then lay still exhausted from the effort.

Marie drifted off to sleep and she did not hear Tim come home an hour later. The installation had been quick, and though Rob wanted him to run up to South Carolina with him, he didn't feel like going to all the trouble to get dressed to go. Tim walked through the house looking for his mother, and when he didn't find her went upstairs. Her door was closed. He thought she might be asleep, so he called her name in a hushed tone. There was no answer. His habit had long been to always check on his mother to make sure she was okay. He had always been protective of her and her friends always remarked at how cute it was that he always looked after her. Now, at the age of 19, he was if anything more protective.

He eased the door open and gasped. Marie was sound asleep on her back on the bed. Her long toned and tanned legs were splayed and her mound was staring back at him, delicate lips slightly open, closely trimmed light brown pubic hair shimmering with moisture. Her pale blue panties were on her left leg, but not her right. He licked his dry lips. He knew he should turn and leave, but he was rooted to the floor. His eyes tore themselves unwillingly from the sexiest pussy he had ever seen and traveled up her body. She had tan lines where her bikini covered her sex and breasts. Her breasts were slightly flattened against her sleeping body, her nipples gently jutting upward as though proud. Her smooth skin and sexy neck led to a face that was somewhere between pretty and gorgeous. She wore her hair short, and although she sometimes admitted that the color was to some extent a function of modern chemistry, it had always had a rich brown sheen.  

She was 37, but had the body of a much younger woman. She was an avid swimmer and spent many hours a week in the backyard pool, and the laps she regularly swam had toned her body beautifully.  She had big, brown, bright eyes that seemed to laugh at the world around her, and her personality was quiet, but not introverted. 

Tim was transfixed and his eyes returned to her sweet pussy. He thought he could smell it from across the room. His dick was throbbing and pulsing like a big diesel engine, rushing him toward an orgasm without having even touched himself. His first thought was to go to her and bury his face in her pussy. His leg took a step forward, but his mind screamed to him, "STOP!" He shook his head as though to clear it of cobwebs, and as if on cue, his mother groaned and turned to her side. He froze in his tracks for a moment and then slowly backed out of the room and gently closed the door. 

Marie's eyes opened abruptly.  She thought she had heard something and listened intently. She rose and stepped out of the panties that were now a victim of gravity. She shakily slipped a housecoat over her naked body. She opened her door, peered out and called tentatively to Tim.

"Are you home honey?"

"Yeah mom, I just got in a few minutes ago."

She wondered immediately if he had been in her room. She knew he usually checked on her when he came home, and while the thought made her flush with embarrassment, she also felt a twinge between her legs. She knocked on his door and opened it just enough to peek her head in. He was sitting on the bed with a magazine in his lap that was bowed up from whatever was underneath it. His face flushed red and she knew immediately that something had made his cock hard, and she had a good idea of what that something was. She dropped her eyes and said she was going to put dinner on and that it would be about 45 minutes before they could eat.

Walking down the stairs she had a strange sense of something she couldn't quite place, but it felt a little like skinny dipping for the first time in mixed company. For his part, Tim had quickly dropped a magazine in his lap when his mother had knocked on the door. He was so hard that it was painful. 

Once she left, he quickly unzipped his pants and wrapped his hand around his bobbing shaft. His hand moved down its hot length and back up to the oversized head. Five rapid strokes later his cock throbbed and a jet of cum rushed from his balls and shot out hitting him just below the eye. A guttural "ummmph" rose from his stomach as the second and third spurts shot into the air and landed on the floor. His cock continued to pulse as what seemed like a gallon of cum covered its bulbous head.

He was frozen in place after what surely had been the greatest orgasm of his life. He looked down at the mess he had made and couldn't suppress a chuckle. There was cum everywhere. He slowly jacked his softening member rubbing cum all over it. He removed his hand from the shaft and rubbed cum into his pubic hair where much of it had pooled. Without thinking, he brought his fingers to his nose and smelled. They smelled slightly like bleach. Curiosity got the better of him and he stuck his tongue out and licked his cum from his fingers for the first time.

"Not bad", he thought and dipped his fingers into the pool again and sampled his cum again. He wrapped his hand around his cock again and pulled it up getting more of the now clear liquid. He meticulously cleaned off his hand with his tongue before rising and going to the bathroom for a bath cloth for the floor and to take a quick shower.

After he finished his shower, he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist before padding back to his room. His mother was coming up the steps as he was entering his room. Her eyes involuntarily looked beyond him, still a little embarrassed by what she assumed he had seen.

"Hey baby", she said. "Dinner is cooking and it will be a few minutes, so I think I will take a quick shower before we eat. Do me a favor and keep an eye on the stove to make sure nothing boils over when you go down." 

"Sure mom", he said also averting his eyes.

He dressed in a pair of gray jogging pants and a t shirt and went down to check on the food on the stove.

Marie showered and washed away whatever guilt she was feeling before towel drying her hair. She surveyed her taut body in the mirror.

She snickered to herself and said to the image in the mirror, "Not bad for an old lady. I can see why he would get good and stiff looking at this hot stuff". She laughed again at her fake boldness and wrapped a towel around her body before returning to her room. She elected for comfort and selected a plain light weight green cotton dress. She always wore panties even if she sometimes skipped a bra when she was lounging around the house, but for some reason she decided against both and was naked under the loose fitting dress when she went downstairs. She glanced in the mirror and saw that her nipples were noticeable through the dress, but that fact was not enough to make her put on a bra.

Tim was sitting at a small table off the kitchen where they took most of their meals. It was small, but neither of them felt completely comfortable sitting at the large dining room table when it was just the two of them. She saw that he had already set the table and had poured them both a glass of white wine to go with the chicken and rice she had prepared. 

He had turned into such a good man, she thought. He was even tempered, polite to strangers, and respectful of his friends and peers. She did wonder at his propensity to spend time with her at home instead of going out more. She also thought it a bit unusual that he did not date that often, but it seemed to fit into his quiet personality. She was unconcerned about his sexual orientation and knew intuitively that he was all man: she had caught him often enough trying to look up her dress, or down her blouse, and it had not escaped her that he hovered around her when she was by the pool in her bikini.

She served the food and the two of them talked about his upcoming start to school at the junior college a few miles away.

"I think I will be more comfortable there than if I went directly to UGA, or somewhere large. Plus, I can stay here and that should make it easier on the finances. That is, unless you want to throw me out in the street", he said jokingly.

"Not a chance. What other man could I find that would set the table, pour my wine, and check to be sure I am alright", she chided.

His eyes shot up from his chicken at the last part, and his face again flushed. He dropped his eyes, but his mind went from the fire to the frying pan as he could see his mother's nipples poking prominently against the front of her dress. 

She realized immediately what was causing his discomfort and couldn't help but giggle, and couldn't resist rubbing it in a little. 

"Why, Timmy, if I didn't know better I would swear you were staring at my tits."

He quickly recovered from his embarrassment and shot back, "Well, it isn't like I can avoid them. They are sticking out like two pencil erasers!"

She reached across the table and gave him a good natured slap on the cheek, and was ready to give him another verbal slap down when the telephone rang.

"I will deal with you later mister", she smiled as she stood and went for the phone.

She disappeared into the living room for several minutes and when she returned Tim could tell something was not right.

"What's the matter mom?"

"The call was a lawyer in Colorado. Your great uncle Wallace died two weeks ago. I hardly knew him, but it appears that he left me, well, us a log cabin in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. He didn't have any children of his own, so he left what he had to his 3 nieces. Apparently, he had two houses in Denver and this cabin in the Rockies. He remembered how much I enjoyed the mountains as a child, so he left me the cabin. We have to go out there to sign the papers and decide on the cabins disposition."

"So, when are we leaving? Can you get away from work to go on short notice?"

"One of the upsides to being a Realtor is that I work for myself. That commercial property I sold last month more than covered us through the next six months. I called your aunt Jackie after speaking with the attorney and she is going to cover my calls for a few days. If something sells of mine, she will split the proceeds with me. When we get back, she is going to go to sign for the Denver house Uncle Wallace gave her, and it will be my turn to cover her listings. Oh, and did I mention that the cabin is not worth as much as the houses were, so Uncle Wallace left me close to $50,000 in cash as well."




Snowdown in the Rockies



"Wow!" Tim exclaimed as he rose and hugged his mother holding her tightly against him. "I didn't know Uncle Wallace, but I really like him!"

"Don't be irreverent, Tim", she frowned and pushed him away.

"Sorry mom, guess I just got carried away."

Suddenly the frown vanished and she burst out laughing. "To tell the truth, I am starting to like Uncle Wallace better all the time myself!" She slapped herself on the cheek for being so bad, but that did little to erase her good humor.

They moved to the living room and chatted excitedly for the next couple of hours while polishing off another bottle of wine. Both of them were getting a little tipsy, and when Marie rose to go to bed, she fell against Tim who fell backward heavily onto the couch. Marie landed on top of him, her ass on his crotch, her body separated from his by only two thin pieces of cotton. They burst out laughing as she tried to get up and then promptly fell back against him. She leaned back still laughing wildly, her head on his chest. The smell of her shampoo and her skin was overpowering and Tim felt his cock surge. 

Marie was still squirming in his lap trying to get up when she felt something long and hard poking into her butt cheek. "My God", she thought, "I'm giving my son another hard on!"

She stopped squirming and didn't move for what seemed like an eternity, but certainly was just a few seconds. His member was pressing against her, and in spite of her better judgment, it felt so good her body overruled her mind temporarily. Seconds later she decided not to let it go any further, so she slid off, but she placed her hand directly on his cock when she pushed herself up and off him. 

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "I can see I have to be careful about rolling around in your lap!"

"Mom!"

She flashed her white teeth at him and said, "I think I better leave you two alone!" as she weaved across the room and climbed the stairs knowing that his eyes were glued to her ass. She felt young and bad, and that felt really good.

Tim lay on the couch with his hand over his face in agony as his rock hard cock strained against the cotton jogging pants. Moments later he staggered up the stairs. He managed to get out of his clothes with some effort and fell backward onto the bed. His hand enveloped his cock and within moments he had splashed another huge load of cum onto his stomach and chest. He closed his eyes and dropped immediately off to sleep. 

Marie woke with a bad taste in her mouth and in the same clothes she had worn the previous evening. The last thing she remembered was lying down on the bed. She rose and padded to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower. While she showered she thought about the previous night. In the excitement of having inherited a property, she realized she had gotten a little too forward with Tim. She could not believe that she had put her hand directly on his cock, and while she knew she had crossed over some invisible line, she also knew that she had enjoyed and been stimulated by the action.

She surveyed herself in the mirror before wrapping a thick, white towel around her that barely covered her ass. She started toward her room to dress, but thought she should go ahead and wake Tim. By the time he got up, shaved, and showered, she would have breakfast ready. She rapped lightly on his door,  and then opened it. She gasped at the sight in front of her. Tim was completely naked, his fully erect cock resting well up his abdomen. His cock was at least 8" long and very thick.   She closed her eyes and imagined his big cock filling her mouth, filling her vagina. She felt her pussy flood with juices to the point they were dripping down her bare thigh. She knew the prudent thing to do would be to exit the room, but instead she cleared her throat loudly. Tim gave signs of starting to wake, so she quickly stepped out of the room and gently closed the door.

Marie went to her room and put on a pair of green bikini panties and a dark green satin gown and walked down the stairs. She tried to make sense of what she had just done. On the one hand, she saw all of this as a little risky fun. After all, a harmless look or touch did not have to lead to more. On the other, having these thoughts about her son were wrong according to everything she had been taught.

"To hell with all this guilt", she thought. "I am still in control here, I feel alive for the first time in a long time, and nothing has really happened beyond a little voyeurism", she said under her breath.  

Tim woke with a start and looked around the room. He could have sworn his mother was in the room, but she wasn't. Had she been there? Had she been looking at his naked body and full erection? Or had it all been an early morning dream? The thought of his mother looking at his naked body turned him on. He remembered seeing her naked yesterday and that image made his cock flex several times. He looked down and saw a large dollop of pre-cum on the tip, which he rubbed over the head. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started to slowly move it up and down. He closed his eyes and thought about his gorgeous mother and her bare, spread legs and her blue panties.

"Tim! Come down for breakfast", his mother called.

Startled, Tim reflexively grabbed a sheet and covered himself before realizing that his mother had called from downstairs.

"I will be down in a second mom", Tim called back somewhat guiltily.

Tim went to the bathroom scratching his bare stomach as he walked. After splashing some water in his face and on his hair, he gargled and brushed his teeth, and then pulled on the jogging pants he had worn the evening before.

Moments later he walked into the kitchen to see what Marie was making for breakfast. She was standing next to the stove and did not hear him enter. Tim walked up behind her and comfortably slid her arm around her waist. She moved back against him pressing her head to his chest. He bent over slightly and nuzzled her neck, causing her to shiver.

"Tim, stop that! It tickles!" She turned and took a good natured swipe at him, which he easily dodged. 

"Would you pour me a cup of coffee?"

Tim dutifully poured the coffee and sat down at the table.

Marie finished the eggs and then did something that when she later relived the experience, astounded her. She reached her left hand around and pulled the front of her gown slightly apart. She emptied the eggs on a plate and walked over to where Tim was sitting. When she bent to put the plate down, the front of her gown came open and gave Tim an unrestricted look at one of her perfect breasts. Tim's eyes grew a large as silver dollars. She made no move to cover herself, turned and walked to the counter, took two pieces of toast from the plate and returned to where Tim was sitting. She placed one piece on his plate and then reached across the table for the butter, which she absently applied to the toast. She repeated the action. The entire time she could feel Tim's eyes looking at her exposed breast, 

She took the seat opposite Tim whose mouth was slightly open in amazement. Had his mother just flashed him? Last night she had put her hand on his cock, but he thought that was just an accident attributable to excess wine. Now, he was having his doubts, especially since she still had not covered up.  And was she in his room this morning? He thought it might be a dream, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Sweetheart, would you get some things together for 2-4 days for our Trip?"

"Su..sure", he stuttered as he reverie was broken. "When are we leaving?"

"We leave this afternoon at 4. We arrive there at 5:45 Mountain Time since we gain a couple of hours crossing the time zones. We will lose the time coming back, but it will be nice to get there early enough to do something later this evening."

They sat around for almost an hour speculating about how the cabin might look. Both of them assumed that the cabin would not be extravagant because of the cash difference, but neither of them could hide their excitement about this mystery cabin that had unexpectedly come into their little family. Tim volunteered to look up some things to do in Denver, and maybe get an idea about restaurants close to the hotel they were staying in, while Marie would go to the local clothing store to pick up a couple of heavier coats for them. The agenda decided, Tim rose and walked over to his mother, bent down to kiss her on the top of the head and get one more look at her still half exposed breasts.

"I love you mom", he said over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs.

"I love you too, sweetheart." She smiled her brilliant smile at his retreating figure and pulled her gown closed.

At the clothing store Marie picked out two fleece lined coats for she and Tim. Georgia winters were very mild and their coats were not suitable for the cold of Colorado. Besides, now that they had a cabin there, they could get plenty of use from them if they decided to keep the cabin for their own use. Walking through the women's section, Marie found a display of very sexy nightgowns and bra and panty sets, and chose two complete sets; one in pink and one in green. As she paid for the items, she felt exuberant. Although she was a very sexy woman, she did not often see herself that way. Her ex-husband had been ambivalent about her, even when she had made a special effort to make him notice. When she found he had taken a mistress, her self-esteem had been shaken. After he left, the interest shown by other men had been ignored. Most of them had been assholes, and she found herself wishing often that there were more men out there like her son Tim. And the fact that he kept getting excited looking at her made her feel young and sexy again.

When she returned home, the two of them busied themselves with packing, making a light snack, and making sure all the appliances were turned off. Finally, they made their way, bags in hand to the Savannah airport. At check-in they were advised that there was a two hour delay due to conditions on the ground in Denver, so they wandered aimlessly through the stores featuring small bottles of mouthwash and shampoo, and a variety of t-shirts and caps that said, "My parents went to River Street and all I got was this lousy t-shirt". Finally, they were allowed to board, and after even further delays en route, they arrived in Denver a full three hours past the scheduled time.

By the time they got their luggage and were checked into the hotel, both of them decided that an excursion around Denver would have to wait until the next day. Marie was a little frazzled by the delays and Tim could tell that her spirits had been dampened. 

"Let's just order room service tonight, Mom", he suggested. "You look a little bushed. Why don't you   take a shower while I order, and then we can watch some TV and relax", he continued.

"That sounds like a good idea. Order me a steak and salad, and get us a bottle of red wine. Oh, and see if they have cheese cake for desert."

Marie chose a matching dark green bra and bikini panty set and a satin nightgown from her luggage and went to the bathroom. As the warm, strong spray of water washed over her, Marie could feel some of the tension wash away as well. As she was drying her hair, she heard the room service waiter knock on the door. She was starting to get hungry, so she dressed and went to join Tim in the kitchen area of the suite.

When she got there, Tim had the table set and two glasses of wine poured for them. Marie also noticed with a little pride that Tim had hung up the clothes they were going to wear to the lawyers the next day. The shower had improved Marie's spirits, and the meal and wine was doing its job of relaxing her. Even though Tim was not worldly, he was a good conversationalist with a good sense of humor and he was able to keep Marie entertained and laughing through the meal.  When they finished, he reloaded the food cart and pushed it outside against the wall. 

He decided to shower while Marie watched some island reality show that didn't interest him in the least. He grabbed a pair of boxers and his shaving kit and headed for the bathroom. He took his time and enjoyed the pulsating shower head the shower featured. When he finished, he donned the boxers and went to the bedroom. The bedroom had two queen sized beds, and Marie had already staked out the one with the best view of the TV. They chatted a while longer and Marie said the combination of delays, jet lag, and wine had made her a little sleepy and that she might go ahead and turn in.

"How about a relaxing back massage?" he suggested.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful! I have a small bottle of baby oil in my cosmetics case if you wouldn't mind using some of that."

"Sure, no problem," he said.

Tim went to the bathroom for the oil. He had decided to get more comfortable and had stripped out of his jeans and shirt. He couldn't find his workout pants, so with a "so what" shrug he returned to the bedroom dressed only in cotton boxers. Marie was lying on her stomach with the sheet pulled to just below her waist, her head turned to one side and her eyes closed. Tim straddled her ass without making contact and began to work her shoulders. She had not removed her bra, so he slid the straps from her shoulders to well down her arms. Although he had never given a massage amounting to more than a few gentle squeezes of his mother's neck and shoulders before, he quickly started to enjoy softly, yet firmly moving his hands over her supple skin.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm", she moaned as his hands worked their magic. 

He moved down her back and then made figure eights with his fingernails gently scratching her. After a few passes, he lifted the middle of her bra and unfastened it. If Marie noticed, she didn't let on that she had. He continued massaging and scratching, and he could tell that his mother was enjoying the attention immensely. 

"Oh, Tim, you are spoiling me and I can tell you, I love it."

"I enjoy spoiling you. Can I do your feet too?"

Marie knew that she would have to expose her pantied bottom if Tim was to massage her feet, but living in the same house for all these years, Tim had seen her in panties on many occasions, so she quickly agreed to the massage. Tim slowly pulled the sheet to the bottom of the bed. Marie had on a pair of dark green satin bikini panties, one side of which was bunched into the crack of her beautiful, sexy ass. Tim's dick was already hard from touching Marie, but when her sweet ass was revealed, he felt a huge surge rush through his balls.  Without thinking, he slid a finger under the seam of her panties and rearranged them. Again, there was no response from his mother, even though he knew that his actions were somewhat bold and possessive.

Tim turned on the bed so that he was facing her feet. He reached down and cradled on of them in his hands and slowly began to run his thumb from the middle of the sole of her foot up and over each of her toes. At each junction, he gently pressed and circled the bone. 

"Mmmmmmm. That feels unbelievably good sweetheart", she murmured.

He continued his ministrations drawing soft moans from his mother each time he hit a particularly sensuous area. After he had worked on both feet, he started massaging her calves. He expected her to say something, but her only reaction was to moan softly again. As with her back, he alternated between a firm massage and a soft scratching.  Although he was working her calves, his eyes were riveted on he tanned thighs and her soft globes that were sitting there begging him to touch and kiss them. His erection was tenting his boxers, and from time to time, he would rub his hand over it. Since he hadn't been rebuked yet, he decided to see how far she might let him go. He parted her legs enough to get in between them just below her knees. He again started on her calves, but this time he had a hand on each of her legs. He slowly moved his hands from her ankles to the backs of her knees and then back again. He did this several times and then moved his hands further up her legs. Little by little he had progressed until he was past mid-thigh. On the down stroke, he began stopping at the back of her knees instead of going to her calves. His thumbs were on the inside of her thighs as he massaged them. Further up he went until he was at the crease between her thighs and her ass. He was now looking directly between her legs. Her panties were molded to her mound. Although the panties were dark, Tim could see a large wet spot had formed between her legs, and he could smell her sex wafting up toward him. On his next pass, he allowed his thumb to brush her sex. 

"Tim!" she exclaimed reproachfully.

"Busted!" he thought. "Sorry mom", he apologized not meaning it at all, while moving his hands only an inch or two to just under the crease in her thighs.

"Um hum. I'll bet you are", she said without anger and making no move to stop the massage.

The next trip up his hands went up over her ass, and he used his thumbs to press gently down on the way back down. Melissa moved as though she might have been a little uncomfortable with this, but did not chastise her son. Tim could not believe he has just had his hands on his mother's pantied ass! His hands again went all the way to the rear of her knees and then all the way back up to her ass. The satin panties felt wonderful against his hands, and his cock was straining against the light cotton of the boxers he had reluctantly worn for the trip. He considered freeing it, but then thought of what his mother would say if she turned unexpectedly and saw it bobbing up and down. 

Again, Marie moaned gently as his hands traveled slowly up her legs and over her ass. After a few more trips, he again allowed his thumbs to press against the wet crotch of her panties.

"Tim!" she said, but then did something inexplicable: she spread her legs a little more. Tim moved his hands up to her ass again, but this time he let his thumbs slide under the seam of her panties to her bare ass. He then moved his hands and thumbs down slowly until his thumbs were right against her bare, trimmed, sopping pussy!

"Please Tim, no", Marie groaned as she spread her legs further apart to give him more access.

"Mom, let me do this for you. Let me give you a complete massage. Please", he whisperingly pleaded.

"But it is so wrong", she responded unconvincingly.

"But it feels so right", he countered while moving his thumb up her slit until it made contact with her clit.

Tim withdrew his thumbs and moved to the top of her panties. He pivoted slightly on the bed and slid his fingers under her panties and started to remove them. Marie groaned loudly into her pillow.

"My God, my son is taking off my panties!" The thought of that made her face blush, but her pussy flood. 

By the time he had his hands half way down that gorgeous ass, Marie had already lifted enough for him to remove her panties. He slid them down to midway down her thighs and then stopped long enough to caress her ass and look at his mother. She looked so sexy, yet so incredibly vulnerable. He wanted to bury his face between her legs, but he controlled himself and removed her soaked panties the rest of the way. 

He brought her panties to his nose, moaned and then put them into his eager mouth. He could taste her juices, and he thought he might cum right then.  He gently spread her legs and looked directly into the sexiest pussy he had ever seen. It was shimmering with juices. He began to move his middle finger and thumb between her legs and to her clit. He slid his thumb into her now gaping pussy while he pressed his middle finger against her clit. 

Marie was moaning loudly as she moved her pussy to the rhythm of his finger. He ran his finger from her clit, slowly down her slit and up until he was sliding them across her brown bud. 




Snowdown in the Rockies



"Mmmmmmmmm. God that feels good! She pumped her ass back against his hand. He used one hand to spread her ass, and then pressed his thumb gently but firmly against her bud.

She gasped as his long, thick thumb was forced into her channel. She pushed against his thumb and it buried to the hilt. He stretched his finger up onto her clit and started rubbing furiously. Within seconds she was bucking against his hand so hard it was all he could do to stay in contact with her pussy.

"Aheeeeeeeeeeeiiii!" she shouted and then shuddered again and again as her orgasm racked her body. 

Tim slipped his thumb from her bud, and lovingly caressed her legs and ass while she slowly came back to the moment. 

"I love you mom", he whispered into her ear.

'Oh, baby", she said her eyes filling with tears. "I love you too".

Marie turned, put her hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. She did not see conquest, or pride, or joy. Instead she saw a deep, loving stare, and she knew that even though what they had just done was wrong by societal standards, it did not feel all that wrong.

She allowed her hand to drift from his shoulder down his arm to grasp his hand. Only then did she  notice  that his penis was standing straight out against his boxers. 

"Lie down sweetheart. I want to return the favor."

He lay down on his back and looked up at his beautiful mother who had eased between his legs. She ran her hand up the inside of his thigh, gently over his big ball sac, and over the substantial length of his cock. 

"Well, you sure didn't get this monster from your father. He was bigger than average, but you are huge!" she said as she struggled to get her hand around his fat shaft.

It was too large to slide comfortably out the slit in the front of his boxers, but after a little tug, it plopped its big head out. Tim groaned as his mother began to slide her hand up and down the long shaft. There was a large wet spot in two different areas on his boxers and another large dollop of pre-cum appeared on the bulbous head. She rubbed the cum around the head with her thumb and again got a deep moan from Tim for her efforts. He began to move his hips quickly.

"Mom!! I am going to cum!" he shouted.

She began to jerk his big cock all the while watching it intently.  

"Aarghhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. Suddenly she felt his big cock pulse as the head widened and his sperm gushed out landing on his chest and stomach. His dick spurted large quantities of thick, white cream onto his stomach and down her clenched hand. She milked it as she fondled his balls trying to get all of his seed. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his breath deep and shaky. She surveyed his cum covered body and moved her hands to his chest to rub the cum into his skin. He had shot a big glob high onto his chest, which she spread all over his nipple. Suddenly, as much to her surprise as his, she dipped her head and licked the cum off his nipple. Marie flushed slightly at her own brazenness with her son, jumped to her feet, and headed for the bathroom. 

She returned to find Tim still with his eyes closed. She placed a warm washcloth on his stomach and began to clean his cum off. He looked up at her and started to speak. 

"Shhhhhh. We both have needs and we each helped the other through them. I think we are both a little confused right now, and I think we should turn in. We can discuss this more tomorrow."

"Okay mom, whatever you want, but I know that when tomorrow comes, I will still love you."

Marie bent down and kissed him on the lips, but did not linger. 

"Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight mom"

The next morning they woke later than planned and had to rush to make it to the attorney's offices on time. They did not speak of the previous evening, but neither was their conversation uncomfortable. The meeting with the attorney went very well, and at its end Marie was given a check for just over $50,000 and the keys, deed, and directions to the mountain cabin. The attorney had said that the cabin was very nice, if somewhat secluded and rustic.  She and Tim were again very excited about the cabin. It had again begun to snow heavily, so they rented a four wheel drive Jeep. They had decided that if the cabin was nice they would stay a couple of days there, so they went to the grocery store and picked up some wine and enough food for several days. It snowed constantly during the 90 minute trip to the cabin, but the Jeep maneuvered through the mountain passes very nimbly. 

They chatted throughout the trip about the cabin and how beautiful the Rockies were, speculating as to how if the cabin was nice and it was not too much trouble, they would like to keep it for vacations.  The road up to the cabin seemed straight up. Even though the Jeep had good traction, the sheer height of the mountain forced Tim to down shift to keep the engine pulling effectively. There were a few other cabins on their side of the mountain, but they were several hundred yards apart. When they pulled in the drive, they were surprised at how nice the cabin was on the outside. It was not a huge place, but neither was it a shoe box. It was done in log cabin style, and was around 1800 square feet. 

They unlocked the front door and looked directly into a large stone fireplace that dominated a living room filled with plush, expensive leather furniture. One the other side of the living room was a dining room, and the fireplace was the centerpiece for both large rooms. On one side of the house was a large, open kitchen, and the other end they discovered a large bedroom with a king sized bed. The master bath featured a large shower and jacuzzi. The house was very cold, so Tim looked around until he found a large space heater, which he immediately fired up.

"Apparently Uncle Wallace did not have a lot of guests here."

"Why do you think that sweetheart?"

"Well mom, there is no guest bedroom, for one thing. I don't think there is a central heating unit either; at least unless the thermostat is hiding somewhere."

"Ahhhh. Right you are..."

Anticipating her concern, he quickly said that he could sleep on the couch.  

She seemed preoccupied and didn't answer. Instead, she said they should go outside to get the groceries and their bags. Marie elected to unpack the bags while Tim put up the groceries. He finished and walked to the bedroom to help his mother. 

"There is food everywhere", he said. "There are steaks in the freezer and tons of boxed and canned goods in the cabinets. There is also a large wine rack full of imported wines. I sure don't think Uncle Wallace was expecting to die based upon the amount of food he had stored."

"Terrific!" "If we get snowbound, at least we won't starve to death", she joked. "It is still really chilly in here. Why don't you gather some wood and start a fire?"

Tim went out the back and found an outbuilding that was packed with various hardwoods. He gathered several pieces and started the fire. In no time, the room began to warm. The fireplace was equipped with fans that were quietly effective. 

Marie busied herself with dinner. She had already opened a bottle of wine and was on her second glass. Tim chided her about starting the party without him, but she just smiled and said something along the lines of "If you cruise, you lose". 

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news", Tim said. "The good news is that Uncle Wallace had a large DVD collection. The bad news is that the TV only picks up a few stations."

"That's really not bad news, sweetheart. You watch far too much television. This will give us a chance to talk."

They enjoyed a dinner of salad, rotini, and mild Italian sausage in a red sauce. After dinner they settled on the couch with an enormous Afghan, selected a DiCaprio movie, and finished off a second bottle of wine. Both of them were a little tipsy by the end of the movie and were a little jet lagged still, so they decided to turn in early. Tim finished off the wine and banked the fire, hoping it would lend enough heat to the cabin to last until the morning.

He went to the bedroom to look for a blanket and extra pillow for the couch. He was struck by the chill in the room. Marie had already taken a shower and was under a thick down comforter. 

"What are you looking for baby?"

"I was trying to find a blanket and pillow for the couch."

"Don't worry about it sweetheart. This is a very large bed and if you don't mind sleeping in here with me, I certainly don't. Just behave yourself tonight", she said with a big smile. "Besides, in a strange place I would be more comfortable with you close by, and as cold as it is in this room, I need you to help keep me warm."

"It is cold in here. I guess there is no space heater, and the room is somewhat isolated so it doesn't get much of the heat from the fireplace. And, of course I will behave." He flashed her a big smile causing her to roll her eyes and shake her head.

"Incorrigible!" she exclaimed.

Tim took a pair of boxers from the drawer and went to the shower. Fortunately the bathroom had a small, but effective space heater. A few minutes later, he returned and climbed into bed. Marie was breathing softly, but deeply. Tim slid over to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Goodnight mom. I love you", he whispered softly. She turned her head sleepily and put her arm around his neck pulling him closer. She kissed him tenderly on the lips, this time lingering longer than a mother/son kiss would. 

"And she is telling me to behave", he thought.

In spite of the cold of the room, the big comforter was keeping them warm, and shortly both had drifted off to sleep. As the night wore on, the room got progressively colder, and their bodies sought one another out for warmth. Tim was lying on his back with his arms spread when he felt his mother put her head just inside his shoulder. She rested her hand low on his stomach and her bare leg on his. Her knee rested just below his crotch. Her soft breast snuggled against his bare chest. He could smell her hair and skin, and while she appeared to be in a deep sleep, the closeness of her body and the proximity of her knee and hand made sleep impossible for him. His cock had grown rock hard. He slid his arm down her back and over a filmy top. He made gentle circles with his hand on her back. Each time his hand traveled down her back, it came closer to her perfectly rounded butt. Little by little his hand went down until he was cupping one cheek. Tim could feel that her panties were very thin and made of a slick nylon material. His hand went back up her back, but this time under the tiny top she was wearing. He allowed his fingers to gently scratch her back. Marie moaned quietly in her sleep. Alternating between scratching and caressing her back, he finally moved his hand back toward her ass, but this time, his fingers lifted the top of her panties and he moved his hand to her bare ass. This had all been a very slow dance as Tim, in spite of his excitement, was drifting in and out. 

In one of the dream states, he was being chased by a large dog, and when the dog jumped at him, he jumped in his sleep and when he did, Marie's hand slipped down and found his hard dick. Suddenly, Marie's eyes flew open as she woke with a start. Her head was on Tim's chest with her hand wrapped around the shaft of his fat dick. His hand was under her panties and on her bare ass. Instead of moving her hand away though, she pretended to be asleep. His dick was pulsing in her hand, and he was letting his finger rest in between her cheeks. Occasionally she would squeeze his shaft as though she were dreaming and just reacting to the dream. 

He slid his finger further into her crevice and moved against the sensitive skin in between her pussy and her ass bud. She was wet, and had leaked fluids out of her pussy. Suddenly, she rearranged her body with her head moving well down his chest, and her hand resting on his egg-sized balls. The move shifted her position enough that he had to bend a little at the waist in order to reach her pussy. 

His dick was now flat against his stomach almost to his belly button, kept from standing straight up by the comforter. He slid his finger into her sopping hole, and she began to moan. She again shifted position, moving further down his chest, now only an inch from his straining cock.  He continued to slide his finger into her, and after a few strokes, put a second finger into her pussy. She moaned and moved again, but this time, she slid her hand to the bottom of his shaft and moved her head until his cock was resting against her chin. Tim moaned loudly and she could no longer keep up her ruse and punish him any longer. She opened her mouth, and allowed the fat head of his cock to slip in.

"Mommmmmmm", he moaned. He put his free hand on the back of her head and gently forced her head further onto his shaft. There was no hesitation on her part as he fed more and more into her eager mouth. All pretense was now gone as she bobbed her head until his long dick was banging against her throat. Her mouth had never been so full of dick, and she was sucking like she mission in her life was to suck as much cum from his heavy balls as humanly possible. His hips were moving against her mouth as his finger rubbed her clit firmly. He could feel his balls building a huge load of sperm, and he knew he was only seconds away.

"I'm going to cum mom", he groaned urgently and threw the covers off.

"Mmmmmmmm" was her only reply as the sucked him deep in her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhheeeeiii! he groaned as his dick unleashed a bucket of cum into his mother's mouth. His cum triggered a massive pulse through her pussy as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her body.

"Mmmmphhh", she sputtered as his cum billowed her cheeks and she swallowed a mouthful. It was replaced immediately with another. She swallowed desperately, but couldn't keep up as some of it leaked out of her mouth and down his cock. After several smaller spurts, he was finally spent. He lay back and shivered involuntarily as his empty cock continued to spasm. Marie gently sucked on his cock head to make sure she had it all. She let it pop out of her mouth, then stuck out her tongue and licked his shaft like a lollypop, cleaning up every drop. She ran her tongue under the head to get any that might be trapped there before sliding his entire half hard cock back into her mouth. Reluctantly, she allowed his dick to pop from her mouth and settle on his stomach, but not before planting a wet kiss on the head. She moved up the bed, looked into Tim's eyes and covered his mouth with a wet kiss. Their tongues intertwined. He could taste his cum in her mouth and smell his cock on her breath. There was something about the smell and taste that was a huge turn on. 

They continued to kiss and within minutes, his cock was starting to get hard again. Marie pulled her panties off, and moved up until she was sitting on his chest. She lifted up and moved her pussy to his mouth. He was looking at the dripping pussy over his mouth and he licked his lips. He put his hands on her hips and lowered her onto his waiting tongue. When they met, Marie moaned loudly. He lifted her so he could get better access and then licked up and down her length of her slit. He pulled her forward and let his tongue slide over her ass bud causing her to moan excitedly. He returned to her clit and she started to buck and press her pussy violently against his mouth. She was pressing so hard, he thought she might bloody his lips.

"That's it, baby! Oh, yeah! Eat me, baby! Eat mama's wet pussy!

"Mmmmphhh! 

"I'm cumming baby! Oh, yeah! Oh yeah! Lick it!"

She ground her pussy into his face as her orgasm thundered through her body. Marie could not believe she had just came on her son's face, but that was a brief thought, because Tim was lifting her and moving her toward his throbbing member. He positioned her over it and started to lower her sopping pussy onto it. As the head of his dick entered her and sank to the hilt, she was jolted back to the moment. 

"No! We can't do that Tim!" she exclaimed urgently. 

Tim moaned in protest, but she lifted off his pulsing member. She placed her hand over his mouth as if to hush him and quickly pivoted her body. She looked at his hard cock, slick with her juices, and moaned with desire. She wrapped her lips around his aching dick, closed her eyes, and took it as deeply in her mouth as she could. His big cock in her mouth set her pussy on fire again. She straddled his face and lowered her sloppy slit onto his mouth. 

Tim tasted her sweet juices and immediately put his large hands on her tiny ass pinning her puffy lips to his hungry mouth. She had already orgasmed several times, but his hands on her ass brought her to yet another. She pistoned her mouth on his rod taking him far deeper than any of his girl friends ever had. He squashed her clit against his nose while he entered her cunt with his tongue. 

"Aheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as another orgasm fired though her.

"Uhnnnnnnph!" he groaned as he thrust his hips upward as his cum shot up his shaft and into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Marie swallowed rapidly in a futile effort to keep up with it all in her mouth. Some ran down her chin and dripped onto his stomach. She continued to suck as his spurting dick gradually diminished the flow. She let it slip out of her mouth, and licked up the white gold that had spilled onto his stomach. When she had cleaned him, she turned and looked into his eyes. Some was still on her chin. She put her finger on the bottom of her chin and pushed the remaining cum into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm", she said.

"Mmmmmhmmmm", he responded.

Suddenly and in unison they realized that the room was freezing cold. Marie giggled and Tim laughed as she sprang to pull the comforter over them. Goose pimples dominated both their bodies as she snuggled against him, bare breasts against bare chest, the inside of her thigh on top of his softening cock. 

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, baby."

They were both asleep in moments.

It would be well after 10 before they would start to stir.

"Are you hungry sweetheart", she whispered.

"For you", he said.

"Behave yourself. There will be time for that later. Right now, I think we both need to get cleaned up, eat, and do some exploring." "You are the man of the house here, big boy. You get to get the fire going so it will be warm when I get up", she said, laughing as she pulled the comforter off him exposing his naked body to her and the cold. He leapt on top of her, laughing and trying to get her in his grasp, but she had the cover wrapped tightly around her. He quickly pivoted and found an opening at her feet. He pushed his head under the cover until he got to her naked ass. He planted a big kiss on both cheeks and then eyes sparkling emerged laughing as he headed for the living room stepping into his pants and pulling a heavy sweater over his head. Marie felt young and exuberant, yet she became pensive as a little pang of guilt popped into her mind. Still, she felt that this was more an instance where two people were just helping one another fill some physical needs, and she couldn't help but think that it didn't hurt that he was the best lover she had ever had. She could hear Tim loading logs into the fireplace, but a warm feeling was already coming over her.

Tim smiled as he went through the bedroom and into the bathroom to make sure the space heater had kept pace with the chilly conditions. While it wasn't exactly toasty, it was warm. He turned the heater up a little in deference to his mother's cold nature, and reentered the bedroom.

"I am going to go outside and get some more wood. Give the heater about 10 minutes, and it should be nice and warm for you to take a shower."

"I knew I brought you on this trip for a reason", she quipped. 




Snowdrop Wyatt



He licked his thumb and then began to push it into her anus. Celia grunted as he pushed it in deeper, in time with the thrusts of his cock. After a couple of minutes he was able to slide the thumb in and out easily. He withdrew his cock and presented the head to her asshole.

"You're going to fuck my ass!" Celia said in surprise.

"As if you've never had it before," he laughed. A sharp slap to her right cheek caused her muscles to relax enough to allow the head to push in. A gentle rocking motion gradually allowed his shaft to sink deeper and deeper. Once inside, he started a gentle motion and as Celia's anus became more lubricated, he began to use longer thrusts.

"Go on then, you bastard! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard. Go on you filthy sod!"

Celia's language became coarser as she grew nearer to orgasm. The feel of his liquid shooting deep inside of her ass, tipped her over the edge and she came as well.

David stopped, slumped over Celia's back. When he had regained his breath he began to withdraw, causing her to have another mini-orgasm.

The two sat, saying nothing for about fifteen minutes until Celia stood up to go. She turned and said, "I guess that we'll have to come up with a different plan."

*****





Snowdrop Wyatt



"I don't know really. I think about what it would feel like to run my hand up your leg. The inside of your leg. Right up to your knickers."

Snow's mouth has gone dry and she felt her head begin to swim. "And... do you think about me in bed at night?"

Again, a nod.

"So what do you do about it?"

Bobby's hand came up to his shaft and he began to slowly rub himself. Snow watched, entranced. But she had the urge to see better, so she walked across the kitchen and stood in front of him. Her eyes never left his dick as she walked, but when she stopped in front of him she looked up into his face and gave a slight smile.

Bobby let out a groan and then said, chokingly, "Will you... rub it for me?"

Snow apprehensively reached out and grasped the thick shaft. Her tiny hand couldn't reach all of the way round and she was shocked by the hardness. She could feel the heat coming off of it and could now see the glistening bead of pre-cum sitting on the purple head. She began to slide her fingers up and down. It seemed only natural to bring her other hand up and use that too.

As Snow wanked Bobby, he began to moan and his hips started to rock backwards and forwards gently in time with her motions. Suddenly, he grunted and Snow looked at him to see what was wrong, just as the first jet of semen exploded from his cock. It hit Snow on the face and neck and as she looked back down, the second surge landed on her chest. There seemed to be gallons of it the white, sticky fluid and eventually it covered her hands.

When Snow finally released Bobby's penis, she looked down to find that her front was covered. Without thinking she began to unfasten her blouse, in a hurry to get it into the wash. Bobby, now pink faced watched.

"It's soaked through to your bra. You'll have to take that off too," he said.

Snow hesitated, but a further surge of arousal persuaded her. She reached behind and unhooked the bra, all the time watching Bobby's reaction. His eyes widened as she began to take it away. He gasped as her nipples came into sight and reached out for her breasts. She wasn't expecting this, but didn't stop him as his large hands first cupped and then squeezed them. His thumbs played across the already hardened nubs of flesh.

Bobby released Snow's breasts and pulled her close. He wrapped one arm around her and positioned it beneath the cheeks of her bottom. He then lifted her off the ground, bringing her tits level with his mouth. He began sucking and nibbling on them, while his other hand slid up under her skirt and inside the leg of her panties, where he began to knead the soft flesh of her bottom.

Snow was overwhelmed by the sensations emanating from the touch of Bobby's hands and mouth and with her legs parted, the pressure she could feel on her pubis from his stomach was stimulating her clitoris as well. His hand slid further round between her ass cheeks where it came into contact with the lips of her pussy. She was dripping wet and Bobby slid in a finger up to the knuckle. Now he began to finger-fuck her in earnest. She felt her hymen breaking, but hardly noticed and really didn't care.

As his finger plunged in and out of her pussy, the force drove her body up and down Bobby's, rubbing her engorged clit on the sweat slicked muscles of his stomach. He continued to suckle on Snow's nipples and it didn't take long for Snow to begin shuddering and losing control of her limbs, her climax kept coming in waves.

Snow felt Bobby lowering her to the ground – or so she thought. As her body slid down his she became aware that she was now pressing down on his once more hard shaft. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face carried a pained expression, not from the effort of holding her weight but from sheer lust. Snow nodded slowly. He understood and swiftly ripped her panties off. Now the head of his dick was pressing against her vagina. She didn't know if it would fit, but she desperately wanted to try.

She relaxed as much as she could and then moved around trying to find the best position. Suddenly, the purple head broke its way in and Bobby continued to lower her down onto it.

"Stop," said Snow. "I can't take any more than that or you'll hurt me."

Bobby understood and held her where she was. He lifted her back up, before letting her slide back down. Snow started to come again almost immediately, but he didn't stop. The massive cock kept plunging in and out of her. She sensed that Bobby was nearing his own climax and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck to prevent the penetration from going too deep when he did.

The pace quickened and Bobby's dick seemed to expand inside of her. When he began to pump his seed she felt the warmth gushing up and filling every part of her.

Snow had almost passed out and was unable to stand, so Bobby lifted her off of his cock and carried her to her bedroom.

"You'd better rest," he said looking worried. "You won't tell the others what I did will you?"

"No, I won't Bobby."

He left and Snow fell asleep, smiling in the most complete satisfaction she had ever experienced.

A blackbird singing outside her window finally awoke Snow. She looked at the small clock on the bedside cabinet and realised that she needed to start cooking the men's evening meal. She quickly got off of the bed, but then stopped short when it dawned on her she was in no fit state to go downstairs yet. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her hair was a mess, but at least it wasn't covered in dried come – unlike her face and neck.

Lifting up her skirt, she could clearly see Bobby's ejaculation still seeping from her pussy. Some had dribbled onto the back of her skirt where she had been laying. She took it off and stood naked. Her hand slipped between her legs to see what it felt like. To her surprise, although puffy and pink, it wasn't at all sore. In fact, as she touched herself, she began to enjoy pleasant sensations all over again.

She had to stop, or she wouldn't be ready for the men's homecoming. Snow quickly showered and dried herself off. She took a fresh blouse and skirt out of the wardrobe and then went to the chest of drawers for underwear. To her horror, she found the drawer empty. Too late, she remembered that they were in the basket of ironing in the kitchen. Having paused to think she simply shrugged and put the skirt and blouse on anyway and then made her way down to the kitchen.

There was no sign of Bobby, but she had a lot to do, so she got busy and began preparing the evening meal.

*****





Snowdrop Wyatt



"You've got me all worked up now. My pussy is soaking wet! But I meant what I said; we've got to wait until later." The look on Robert's face was one of pain. Celia laid the serviette back across his lap, leaving his exposed cock making a tent of the cloth. "Now no playing with it," she instructed. "I spent a lot of time and effort on this meal and I want us to finish it properly."

The dessert was the only part of the meal that Celia had actually prepared herself and turned out to be mouth-wateringly good. Liberally laced with brandy in the making, it was also highly alcoholic. By now Robert had finished the remainder of the bottle of wine, so Celia brought the port to the table and poured them both a glass.

Finally, the meal was finished and Celia walked around to Robert and told him to stand up. She giggled when the serviette rose with him and pulled it away. Taking hold of his penis she began to lead him (as though by a leash) upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, the door had hardly closed when he grabbed hold of her. His left hand pushed inside her dress to cup her right breast, while his right hand slid up her thigh and around to clutch her right buttock. He now had his answer; she wasn't wearing knickers either.

Robert stopped groping in order to undo the ties holding Celia's dress. It took three seconds before his frustration persuaded him to simply rip them off and pull the dress away. Standing there dressed only in high heels, stockings and suspender belt, displaying her smoothly shaven pussy, she took his breath away. He dropped to his knees in front of her and began to taste the juices that were already beginning to run down her legs.

Celia didn't need to fake arousal - or an orgasm. Robert's tongue brought her to climax within seconds. He then lifted her up bodily and threw her on the bed. Without removing any of his own clothes, he took hold of her ankles and raised her legs so that they were over his shoulders. He entered her in one swift movement and began pounding at her desperately, trying to achieve his own finish. His face was becoming more and more flushed with the effort, but he kept going until he finally exploded within her.

But Celia wasn't finished yet. As Robert rolled off of her, she moved into a kneeling position and took hold of his still solid penis. She marvelled at its hardness and began to rub it with long strokes. She swiftly swung one of her legs across his chest so that her pussy was now above his face. She bent down and began to fellate him. He responded by lifting his head and beginning to use his mouth on her.

Celia had use the sixty-nine position with previous lovers, but not with Robert so far. At this angle she was able to take his cock deeper into her throat and give him the best blowjob of his life. This was only interrupted by Celia herself reaching another orgasm. When Robert came she swallowed almost all of it, deliberately allowing a small dribble to escape from the side of her mouth.

She moved to lie alongside Robert and kiss him. Once again she took hold of his dick and began rubbing. "I can't believe how horny you are! Anybody would think that we've been apart for a month rather than a few days!" she said.

Robert couldn't believe he was so aroused either. Celia seemed so wanton this evening. The sluttish look to her, with his come running down his face made the blood roar in his ears even more than it had already been doing. He could feel his heart hammering as she moved closer to murmur into his ear, "I haven't thanked you for the present yet. Can you think of anything that you would like as a reward?"

Celia rolled away from him and got up onto all fours then, looking back past her own body, she dropped down onto her elbows and poked her ass high in the air. She wiggled it and said, "Well? Is there anything you can think of?"

Robert couldn't believe what she was offering him. He had always wanted to try anal sex, but his first wife would never let him. In fact he was lucky if he ever got her to do more than kiss his cock for him. Celia had so far done more with him in one evening than his previous wife had done in all the years they had been married. And now she was offering him her ass!

He got up behind her and she told him to finger-fuck her pussy for a while in order to get her juices onto his fingers. She then instructed him to insert first one and then two fingers into her anus. He momentarily wondered how often she had done this before, but soon lost this thought as she told him to lubricate his cock before attempting entry. He slid his member into her pussy to coat it with both his and her come. Positioning the head at the puckered, but seemingly widened hole of her ass, he gently pushed. There was resistance, but he pushed a bit harder and the tip began to disappear.

"Gently," said Celia. "Just move in a bit a t a time." In reality, she was incredibly turned on and really wanted him to drive it home straight away. But she had to keep playing the game, keeping building the pressure. Finally, Robert was able to get his cock all of the way in and then pull almost all of the way out before sliding back again. "That's it. Now fuck my ass hard Robert. Harder. Go on really pound me."

Robert needed no more encouragement. He looked down at this beautiful ass in front of him and gripped the cheeks hard. He watched fascinated as his cock drove into her. The pain in his chest was building, but he was beyond stopping. He could tell that Celia was building to yet another orgasm and he wanted to satisfy her. He could no longer breathe or hear. His vision was blurring. He felt the tightening grip around his cock as Celia began to come, but that was the last thing he felt. His heart finally gave up on him and he collapsed.

Celia, still experiencing the after effects of her climax, was aware that Robert was no longer moving, but waited to recover before turning to look at him. His face was grey and his eyes were still open. She put her ear to his mouth, but could neither hear nor feel breath. She listened for his heart, but there was no sound. She didn't smile, because at the end Robert had managed to really satisfy her and she felt a pang of remorse.

She slowly got off of the bed and prepared herself to make the phone call to the emergency services.

*****





Snowdrop Wyatt



Snow disappeared for a few seconds and then stepped out from the stall, dressed in the re-fashioned Hessian sack. "Well, what do you think? Will I start a fashionable trend?" She spun round on the spot and laughed. The twins laughed with her before escorting her back towards the light of the hurricane lamp.

"Shouldn't you two get out of your wet clothes as well?" Snow didn't let on, but she had noticed the large lumps in the front of their trousers and couldn't resist saying this.

They looked at each other and shrugged. Steve walked down the barn and found another couple of sacks. He prepared both of them and then using the same stall that Snow had undressed in, removed his clothes and placed them alongside hers. Having donned the sack, his erection was sticking out and waving around as he walked. He put clasped his hands in front of himself to cover his predicament. Snow looked away and tried not to giggle.

Jack had managed to get his manhood back under control and didn't have the same problem as Steve. However, as he walked back Snow could see 'something' bouncing against the material. 

The rain was still hammering down upon the barn roof and it looked like they were going to be stuck for a while. So they arranged some bales of hay and sat down to talk away the time.

Snow hadn't realised that the arm holes that Steve had cut in her sack were a little over-generous, which meant that a hint of breast came into view as she moved. This didn't help Steve's frame of mind and Jack was struggling to retain his composure.

"Doesn't that lamp give off any more light than that?" asked Snow.

"You can always turn the wick up a bit if you like," replied Jack.

She stood and walked over to the lantern. She experimentally turned a small wire ring which immediately caused a marginal increase in the amount of light. She turned it a bit further and stood back. The result for Snow was an increase in light. The result for the twins was a beautiful woman, backlit while wearing almost nothing. It was as if she was naked. The Hessian sack had become almost translucent.

When she turned back, both of the boys were standing to attention – in both senses of the word. She was unaware of what they could see, but she was fully aware of the looks of lust upon their faces. Facing them now, she was displaying all of her womanly charms.

"Jack, Steve! What's the matter with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Far from being frightened, Snow was actually feeling more than a little aroused herself.

Surprisingly, it was Steve who answered, no longer so bashful, "We can see your naked body, Snow."

Snow looked down. "What are you talking about? I'm wearing this sack." Snow looked behind her and as she turned she caught a glimpse of her own flesh through the sacking material. "Oh. I see."

"So can we."

She couldn't stop herself, "That's not very fair. I can't see you two." She poked her bottom lip out.

Steve threw his sack off. Jack wasn't used to his brother taking the lead, but followed suit. Their bodies were magnificent. Not an ounce of fat, but not too much muscle either. Both of their dicks were nodding at Snow, almost in time. She suddenly realised that she wanted this. She too removed her sack and walked over to stand between them. Rather uncertainly, she knelt down and took a cock in each hand.

The twins reached out and cupped a breast each, gently rubbing the nipples and starting a fire between Snow's legs. She pulled them both closer so that she could take each of their dicks into her mouth in turn. She alternated between the two, trying to swallow as much of their shafts as she could.

As one, the brothers pulled away. They picked up the sacks and put them down on the straw, then led Snow to lay down on them. Then they began to use their mouths to pleasure her. She couldn't keep up with the sensations as they kissed, caressed and licked her entire body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. The stimulation caused her pussy to begin clenching, desperately grasping for fulfilment.

Her legs were already apart as Steve lowered himself down onto her. He was so gentle, when she really wanted him to be more forceful. But the delight she felt as he slowly slid his penis into her warm wetness made her melt into another world. Jack continued to use his mouth and fingers, causing her to writhe beneath his brother.

Far too soon, Steve withdrew and lay alongside Snow. Jack swiftly replaced him and entered her in the same way. He stroked maybe twenty times before he too pulled out and moved aside. Once more Steve slipped his dick into her, for a short time. This relay went on and on until Snow felt herself reaching an orgasm. She came on Jack, but as she recovered, Steve began fucking her again. Twice more she climaxed, but she wasn't sure who was inside of her each time.

The twins took it in turns to use her mouth and her pussy. By now her face was slippery with her own juices as each of the boys fed their come covered cocks to her mouth. She didn't want this to end yet and was vaguely aware that neither of the men had come themselves yet.

Jack lay down on his back and encouraged Snow to sit astride him. She lowered herself down onto his shaft. She wasn't as controlled as the twins and began to fuck more forcefully and fiercely. Steve slowed her down when he lowered his mouth and began to lick at the puckered entrance to her anus. She had never experienced this before, but her initial revulsion was overcome by yet another new and enjoyable sensation.

Snow slowed her pace even further when Steve began to probe her ass with his thumb. She was about to object when she was overcome by another orgasmic wave, during which he slipped a second thumb in. She knew what was coming next, but felt sure that the gentle Steve would stop if she really asked him to.

Steve had teased Snow's anus open, gradually relaxing the muscles until he felt she was ready. His cock was still lubricated as he placed the head into the opening. She hardly felt the tip enter her ass and only realised that he was slipping inside when she was gently pushed forward by the pressure. He rocked backwards and forwards gently as Snow accepted the dull aching. It seemed to be easing but she didn't know how much more she could take – until she felt his testicles gently bump up against the bottom of her pussy and his own brother's balls.

The twins worked together in perfect harmony, bringing Snow to another powerful orgasm, triggered by the flood of fluid into both her pussy and ass at the same time.

Later, when it was fully dark and the rain had finally stopped, the trio dressed and made their way back down the track. Steve hopped off when they reached his quad bike and tied a tow rope to the back of Jack's machine. When they arrived back at the farm, most of the brothers showed concern, seeing the state that they were all in. Except for Pete, who complained that their dinner was late.

*****