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The Perfect Storm
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)
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A Mom and son are stranded in a car in a blizzard
have to conserve heat. One thing leads to another...
(F/m-teen, ped, 1st)
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If you put me in an interrogation room with good
cop/bad cop I still couldn't tell you how I let this
happen. It was Christmas and I was driving up to
Vancouver with my son, Brett, on our way to meet up
with my husband, Brett's dad, Jerry. I have an old VW
Bug – you know, like Herbie – and it's pretty
dependable. Except we got caught in a blizzard and I
couldn't see a thing with all the snow falling. So I
pulled over to see if I could figure out if we were
on the right road.
Brett's pretty good at map reading for a 13-year-old
boy, and he's usually my co-driver on our journeys.
He kept telling me we were on the right road, so once
he showed me on the map where we were it was just a
matter of keeping going. But that was the problem. We
were in snow two feet thick and still falling
heavily. We couldn't get any grip on the road, well,
because there was no longer any road, just snow and
ice. We slid this way and that and then just stopped.
That was it, we weren't going anywhere.
The road we were on was just empty of other traffic,
so we were on our own. And between the mountains and
the blizzard there was just no signal on either of
our cell phones. We sat there and I started to fill
up with tears.
"It's okay, Mom," said Brett, "just keep the motor
running. I'm gonna dig a trench to make sure the tail
pipe doesn't get covered with snow and we end up
gassing ourselves." And like a boy scout he was out
digging and returned all flushed and sweaty, covered
in snow.
"You'd better get those wet clothes off. The sweat
will cool and make you colder." I think I'd seen that
on some survival show.
As Brett stripped down I really noticed for the first
time exactly how much he had grown and developed in
the last year or so. His torso was taught, I noticed
a four pack threatening to become a six pack,
beautifully squared shoulders and finely shaped
biceps and forearms. Even his legs, usually scrawny
in boys in their early teens, were muscular and
shapely from all the long distance track he did. And
I couldn't help noticing the bulge in his boxers.
Nice size for thirteen, I remember thinking.
Well, he changed sure enough. We had plenty of
clothes with us. We also had sleeping bags because we
would have been in Jerry's boss's log cabin and we
knew it could get cold up there despite a roaring log
fire. Nothing was coming up the road. The radio was
just screeching and squealing, so I left the heater
on with the engine running. Night was drawing in and
I knew it would be getting a lot colder.
As the darkness descended I turned to Brett finally
and said, "We had better sleep together on the back
seat, to conserve body heat." Brett understood
entirely, he's a very level headed boy, but I could
see he was a little uncomfortable with the idea.
I climbed over onto the back seat first, and Brett
climbed over after me. We zipped two sleeping bags
together and both awkwardly got into it. I'm still
about a foot taller than Brett, so I lay down first
up against the back seat. Then he lay down in front
of me and I held him close, and we managed to get
Jerry's sleeping bag over us both. We were snug and
warm, for now. I switched off the light and we
settled down to a night in pitch darkness.
After a couple of hours I finally fell asleep, and
Brett seemed very still, so I guessed he was asleep
too. I woke to Brett groaning in his sleep. But not
only that, my arm around his waist I was stroking
what was undeniably his rock hard boner. I stopped
immediately. Oh My God! I must have been dreaming I
was with Jerry. I felt Brett's hand on mine urging me
to continue my ministrations. I didn't know what to
do, but feeling his hardness started to make me
feeling horny too. I could always deny that I was
awake, if it came to it. It was half true anyway.
Feeling naughty, guilty, and immensely erotic, I
traced the outline of his rock hard love tool through
his jeans. I felt it up and down and I felt him urge
himself into my hand. The poor boy was having an
erotic nightmare and I was the cause of his pain. I
knew I could make this all go away for him, and I
knew how, but my heart was pounding with fear, like
it was the first penis I had ever touched.
I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn't. But the more
he pushed his hardness into my hand the less my
restraint was holding, until finally I could stand it
no longer. I traced up to his zipper and gently
pulled it down. With just a little rummaging through
his soft cotton boxers I found the fly and reached in
to pull his penis out of his jeans.
I now had a handful of my son's throbbing meat. It
was so hot. I couldn't help the feeling of pleasure
and longing I felt deep down inside me. In all
honestly, I wanted that hot rod inside me, but I knew
that was wrong. No, I would just relieve my son's
night lust and we would both go back to sleep. I
began to stroke him up and down, gently, feeling the
soft veiny skin slip along the hard rigid pole
inside. It was beautiful, and for thirteen he was not
badly endowed, filling my fist and then some.
He moaned in his sleep and I kissed his neck as I
started to feel up and down his rod with increasing
regularity. He squirmed with the pleasure I was
giving him and I felt his hips give a firm thrust
forward. I realized he needed to come soon and I
started to wank him in earnest.
He moaned and I felt his hand feeling my hip as he
reached back over me. I was shocked that his teenage
fumbling turned me on so much, but I loved him
clawing at my ass cheek and thigh. I could feel the
fire in my pussy and my lips wet with excitement as I
crushed into his hip.
I heard his breathing getting shallower and I knew
that he was close to coming. I sped up my jerking and
in a deep groan I felt him let loose several ropes of
thick gooey come, pulsing through my palm and
bursting out into the sleeping bag, and he was done!
I was still holding him as my logical head
interrupted. What if he woke up on the cum? What if
he realized what had happened? There was no way of
getting him back into his pants, he was still hard,
but I could do something about the come. I reached
into my pocket and pulled out a Kleenex I had used
earlier to wipe the windshield. I searched around in
the darkness and found the wet globules of pearl jam
and I soaked them up best I could. I tossed the
Kleenex and wondered what to do next. He could still
wake up on the wet spot!
I had not felt this excited since I was 17 and Jerry
and I did it with his parents in the next room! I
knew I had to swap places with my son, so I gently
eased over him, only minorly disturbing his perfect
rest.
He half looked at me and then closed his eyes once
more. Now I was in the wet spot. I could smell the
strong bleach smell of teenage boy cum wafting up my
nostrils from the heat below, and I couldn't resist.
I rubbed my fingers in it and brought them to nose,
inhaling deeply before licking my finger tips and
tasting my own son's seed!
That's when I realized that Brett's boner was now
pressed firmly into the butt-crack of my own jeans.
Oh no. I reached behind me and there it was, as solid
and soft as ever, insistent upon my ass cheeks. And
here's where it all went horribly wrong, because I
was so turned on it was unreal. I unbuttoned my jeans
and unzipped them, feeling inside my now soaking wet
panties to tease my aching pussy. But I couldn't
reach properly, and it was torture!
Very, very slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the waist
band of my jeans and panties, and raising my knees I
pushed them down my legs to gather at my ankles. I
could now feel my son's erection pressing between my
bare ass cheeks and it was too much! I opened my legs
as wide as the sleeping bag would allow and started
to rub my pussy with more passion than I can
remember. I was so turned on; I was a slurry of
juices below, between the silken purse. But he was so
close!
I reached around, and held him in my hand again. And
this time I ran his teenage glans up and down the
crack of my ass. Instinctively he thrust forward,
partially pressing into my cheeks. I could stand it
no longer, and I pushed him underneath me so he
pressed hard up against the lips of my pussy.
I gently rolled along his shaft, coating it with my
lucid sheen. And then the Devil coached my lust and I
pressed his helmet to my juicy hole. He needed no
second invitation, and together I pressed onto him
and he pushed into me. It felt like Heaven!
He started to move instantly, and I coaxed and
coached his rhythm as he held my hip and started to
bump his groin into my soft firm ass. He seemed to
grow even bigger inside me as he built up to ramming
speed. His hand moved up to my breast and I
unbuttoned enough to stuff his hand inside and feel
my naked breast, itself pulsing fiery torment,
nipples so hard and sensitive that every touch gave
me more thrills.
We were fucking! There were no two ways about it! My
son was fucking me! – And it was so hot I just
started cumming and cumming. I stifled a shriek each
time I gripped his pistoning tool, until finally I
felt him try to ram it so far up me I thought it was
going to come out of my mouth! He stopped suddenly,
gripping me as he held deep inside me and I felt him
pumping one, two, three, four shots of hot jelly
inside my sopping slot.
I breathed out slowly, trying to catch my breath.
"What do I do now?" – I remember thinking. But then I
heard the most erotic words I've ever heard in my
entire life. "Mom, that was amazing!" Soft, solid
spoken words at full volume – in my son's voice. I
didn't know what to say. My son's rock solid cock was
still inside my swimming pussy. I gripped his cock
inside – I have excellent control – just to let him
know I had heard him.
I was on the verge of apologizing and begging his
forgiveness, when I closed my eyes and felt what my
body was telling me. I leaned forward a little and
then eased myself off his rigid tool. He was almost
all the way out, when my heart fluttered with the
next step, and I pushed back onto him. He filled me
up again and I felt his hand on my ass as he pushed
me forward and off him.
"Oh my goodness! Have I gone too far?" I thought. I
could feel him fumbling with his clothes behind me.
He was getting dressed. But then I felt his wet
cockhead nudging my butt cheeks and pushing under to
easily enter my lucid peach, and when he was fully
inside me I could feel the bare skin of his thighs
and torso as he pressed close. We both struggled to
get me out of my remaining clothes, and then we made
love again.
We made love all night. I looked into my little boy's
eyes as I pushed myself down, enveloping his boyhood
with my womanhood, his childhood with my motherhood.
Deep, to the hilt, his rigid tool and my dripping
fire. I watched his face as he thrust his meat down
into me, dripping sweat down from his sweet young
face.
I watched the blissful release as he came inside me
and collapsed on top of me, mingling with my breasts,
his face pressed into them as he regained his breath,
toying with my nipples absent-mindedly with a curious
finger or his errant tongue. His pubescent ardor was
a breath of fresh air. And his young male sexuality
was unleashed in the back on a Volkswagen Bug in a
blizzard. And every time we got cold we would just do
it again. It was the best sex I had ever had.
The blizzard subsided and we watched the sun come up
over the hills. We got dressed just in time to be
rescued by a snow plough that pulled the car out of
the ice and we followed him the next thirty miles,
just smiling at each other, sometimes laughing at
what had just happened. When we got to Vancouver we
went back to Mom and Son.
My husband knows nothing about it, but with him away
a lot I can't help thinking I won't be quite so
lonely from now on. It's wrong, of course, but that's
what makes it so right.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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