Copyright 2002, Kirk. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. Original posting date: Tuesday PM, Jan 14, 2003 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: thepower.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: mF mother/son Story_intro: A power outage leads a son to his mother's bed for warmth... The Power Outage Written by Kirk The night we lost electricity changed our lives forever. The power went out around 8:00 and my son Paul went up to bed. He's 22 and having no power struck him as boring so he called it a night. That left me alone with my book and a bottle of wine. I had two glasses, finished my chapter and decided to call it a night. Being that it was growing colder in the house I grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and snuggled up into bed. About an hour later the sound of the bedroom door woke me up. "Mom – you asleep?" I smiled "I was. Why?" He stepped into the room and I saw he was in his bathrobe. My son usually slept only in his boxers and with the temperature dropping I wasn't surprised to see him in the robe. "Can I sleep in here with you. My room is freezing." I considered this a moment. "Okay. Sure." I slid over to make room for him and he slipped under the covers with me, shucking off his robe. I glanced away. My son has always been a very handsome young man and I have noticed on more than one occasion how attractive he is although I scold myself for it. We both fell asleep fairly quickly, the bed growing warm with our body heat. The next time I awoke it was to the feeling of my son pressed up close to me. I was on my back and he was on his side, facing me. His hand lay on my abdomen. My shirt had slid up slightly as I slept and his hand rested on my skin, just above my panty line. His legs were pressed against mine. I lay there wondering how odd this would look to anyone who happened to see us. My son in his boxers, me in a tshirt and panties, his hand on my stomach. The thoughts of how it would look led me down a road I shouldn't go. Imagine my surprise when I found myself becoming slightly aroused! What was I thinking! This was my son! As I lay there, trying to push away the odd thoughts I was having I felt my son's hand move. Slowly at first. T slid lower along my stomach until it reached my panties. I held my breath and glanced at him. He appeared to still be sleeping. For that I was thankful. But a crazed part of my mind almost willed him to go further. When his hand actually did slide lower I almost gasped. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties. The lower. Coming to rest along my pubic hair. This was crazy. My son actually had his hand in my panties and I wasn't stopping him. The least I could do was wake him up – ask him to move. Then his fingers traveled lower. That was when I felt his erection against my leg. The realization that he was aroused, even in his sleep, was almost too much. So much in fact that it didn't register at first when his hand dipped own and closed over my mound. I gasped now...aloud. He mumbled something and nestled closer to me. His erection hot against my leg. That was when I realized he was poking out of his boxers. My sons hand moved over my vagina. I knew I was wet. I was also afraid to move. "Mom..." he whispered. He was awake! I didn't say anything. I simply lay still as my son moved his hand against me until I felt his finger pressing against my opening.... "baby....what are you...doing...?" He responded by pressing his erection against me with a little movement of his hips. I was at a loss. My mind told me to make him stop. To get him to come to his senses. Then his finger entered me. I suppressed a moan and turned my head towards him. His eyes were open and we looked into each others eyes. "Honey....why?" I fought for control as his fingers moved in me. "Because .... I love you...." When his finger found my clit I couldn't prevent a moan from escaping my lips. He was using my juices to coat it as he moved it around in small circles. My hands gripped the bedspread beside me as I fought to control my body. Paul moved closer until his lips were pressed against my shoulder. "Paul..." I gasped. My legs parted on their own and his fingers continued their exploration. He was now freely moving his fingers in and out of me and I began to move my hips slightly...still fighting for control and losing. Paul hips were also moving...his movements had pushed his boxers lower until I felt his erection pushing tightly against my skin. He was wet too. I could feel his precum on my leg as he pushed slowly and then with more insistence. "Mom..." he moaned. "I'm close..." Oh my god! My brain screamed. My son is telling me he's going to cum. When his hips picked up speed I spread my legs further. Paul's hand pushed deeper into me. "Oh god baby..." I moaned. "Ohhhh....don't....." Paul stiffened at the sound of my voice and he thrust his hips forward. I felt his cum splash against my leg...over my thigh....hot and thick.... "mommmm.....mmmmmmm" I cried out and clamped my thighs tightly together, trapping his hand. My own orgasm ripped through me. My hips bucked beneath my son's hand as he continued to cum on and against my leg. When both of our bodies relaxed I looked at him. "I'm sorry mom." I turned towards him and held him close to me, not sure what to say. I could still feel his seed on my skin and his semi-hard erection pressed against me. "Go to sleep baby. We'll talk in the morning." *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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