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The second chapter of this story was a long time in the making, and I received several complaints about that. In fact, some people were downright rude about it. I ask everyone to keep in mind that I am not a writer. I do these things for fun only, and only when the mood strikes me. But to those of you who offered kind words of praise and encouragement, I thank you, and I rushed out this third instalment just for you. I hope you all enjoy it. Cheers.
I sluggishly opened my eyes with a deep yawn as I glanced over at the clock to check the time. The small red digital numbers flashed 12:00 over and over again, and my initial thought was ‘shit, the power must’ve gone out’. That was, of course, before I came to my senses and realized that the power was, in fact, back on after a two-day outage.
Another quick shot of excitement came when I realized that I could actually see around my room without any candlelight. A small shred of daylight was peeking through the upper corner of my bedroom window, and suddenly I was wide awake. It wasn’t enough to light up my room completely, but it offered hope that we would soon be freed from our little prison, and after two full days of nothing but candlelight and go-fish, that small shred of daylight was cause for celebration.
I leapt out of bed and flew to the window, trying hard to see anything I could through the crack in the corner, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet and it was all just a glowing white blur. Still, it was obvious that the sun was shining and working quickly to melt away the snow, and that was good news for us.
“Hey tiger,” I heard from behind me. I spun around to see Mom standing in the doorway, and my concern about the melting snow and the electricity instantly vanished. She held two steaming cups in front of her, and, as per usual, was scantily clad. For the past few days she’d been teasing me, albeit unintentionally, with the conservatively sexy ensembles she’d put together to keep herself comfortable and warm. But today she was putting it all out there. This morning she wore only a tiny white negligee that fell just below her hips and was slit clear up to her waist on both sides. It appeared to be silk, with spaghetti straps and lace embroidery that ran up and down the curves of her bust. It was low-cut, but not trashy. In fact, this might have been the sexiest I’d ever seen her look. I’d seen her completely naked now, on multiple occasions. I’d seen the curves of those beautiful big breasts up close and personal, and I’d seen the neatly shaven lips of her juicy pussy just begging to be fucked good and hard. I’d seen her in her most vulnerable state. But there’s just something so damn sexy about a woman with her clothes on.
As all of these thoughts ran through my head, I suddenly became very aware of my own nudity. I glanced down at my body for a split second just to confirm that I was in fact completely naked. I was. And Mom wasn’t thinking twice about it, either. She stood in the doorway with a sly grin as her eyes roamed freely over my body. Two days ago, maybe even yesterday, I would’ve run for cover, but given the past two nights’ events it seemed silly. Hell, last night she sat right here beside me, in my own bed, stroking my thigh and watching me hungrily while I jacked myself off. There was hardly any point in attempting to feign some sort of modesty now.
“I made you some hot chocolate,” she said, her eyes fixed happily between my legs. My cock stirred and began to stiffen as I walked toward her.
“Thanks,” I said as I took the cup from her. We locked eyes, and it was obvious she was enjoying this moment. I couldn’t help but smile as I wondered what sort of dirty thoughts were running through her mind.
“What, no good morning kiss?” she asked.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I said. Neither of us could resist a smile.
“Well I’m not asking you to use your tongue. Come here.” She offered me a cheek as she moved her body against mine, pressing her braless titties against my chest and ensuring that my stiffening hard-on ended up squarely between her legs. I instinctively wrapped my free hand around her waist and pulled her body tight against mine, bending slightly at the knees to press my cock further between her legs. I kissed her cheek softly and my free hand wandered south, exploring the curves of her ass. I could feel the tiny thong she wore beneath the silky material, and suddenly I was hard. She gasped as she felt me begin to slide between her legs, and then she pulled away. My cock slid out from between her thighs as she stepped back, and it stood long and proud, pointing slightly upward to her upper torso.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she kidded.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “It’s kinda fun.”
We smiled at each other as I sipped my hot chocolate. The steam felt good against my face, though it was already quite warm in the house.
“You’d better be careful canlı bahis şirketleri with that thing,” she said, eyeing my hardness. “One of these days you’re gonna take somebody’s eye out.”
“Well who’s fault is that? You’re the one walking around dressed like Sharon Stone or something.”
She made her best attempt at looking offended. “Excuse me?” she said indignantly. “My tits are way bigger than Sharon Stone’s.”
“No argument here,” I said.
“Besides, you’re one to talk. Look at you, walking around naked.”
“Hey, it doesn’t seem to be bothering you too much.”
She smiled a big smile as her eyes once again roamed over my tight body. We both studied each other for a few seconds, sipping our hot chocolate and once again recounting the previous nights’ events. Finally, she spoke.
“See the power’s on?”
“Yeah, and I’ve even got some daylight in the corner of my window, too,” I said excitedly.
“You should see the kitchen. One of the windows is uncovered more than halfway.”
“We just might be able to get out of here tomorrow.”
“Yeah, and at least with the power on it’ll be easier to entertain ourselves while we’re in here. One more game of Scrabble and I was gonna set fire to the dictionary.”
“You and me both.” We laughed lightly and each took another sip. “Well, are you gonna put some clothes on and come out, or do you need to…relieve yourself again.”
“Maybe later,” I said with a grin. “I think I’ll come out now.”
“Okay, I’ll start some breakfast. Anything special you want?”
“Yeah, French toast!”
“Of course,” she said. With a quick glance at my cock, she turned and walked out of the room. I leaned out the door and watched her pert ass sway as she walked away. Obviously she knew I was watching, because halfway down the hallway she reached down and lifted the hem of her negligee, exposing her pert ass as she walked. Very nice.
I turned back into my room and went to the dresser to find something to put on. Despite our house being covered in snow in the middle of winter, it was surprisingly warm this morning. Mom must’ve turned the furnace up when she discovered that the power was back on. I rummaged through my drawer until I found a loose pair of boxers, and pulled them on. My hard-on instantly poked through the hole in the front, but I wasn’t concerned. I reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of house-shoes and slipped them on, then I grabbed my cup and headed for the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face, enjoying the warm water after days without it. I let it run over my hands for a minute just for the hell of it. Then when I finished I headed out to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Hey, it’s really warm in here this morning,” I said to Mom as she busied herself at the stove. “Do you have the furnace turned up or something?”
“Hell yes,” she said. “It’s always so cold first thing in the morning, so when I saw that the electricity was back on I cranked it up right away. Is it too hot?”
“No, not at all. It’s nice, actually.”
“Well you can turn it down if you get too warm,” she said. “I can just put some more clothes on.” She turned to me and smiled, and I smiled back.
“No, that’s quite alright,” I said. “I’d wouldn’t want that to happen.”
She winked at me and turned back to the stove. It was odd how comfortable we’d become with each other over the past two days. But it was really nice, too. I felt closer to her than I’d ever felt before, like I really had nothing to hide from her. I guess when you’re trapped with someone the way we had been for those two days, you really bond with them. Sure, we’d bonded in an overtly sexual way, but that was purely by accident. We’d opened up to each other in other ways too, and I think that really helped us to feel more comfortable with each other all around.
We chatted lightly as we ate. We turned on the television and learned that the storm had been the worst snow-storm in our area since the mid nineteenth century. The news anchors said that more than ten feet of snow had fallen in eighteen hours, a figure which seemed impossible. A state of emergency had been declared, and measures were apparently being taken to aid the local workers in uncovering the city. They showed images of rooftops and chimneys poking out from under the snow as crews of men worked diligently to try and uncover the town. Power had evidently been restored to the majority of homes, and city officials expected to restore some normality by Friday, which was still two days away. Luckily, Mother Nature was cooperating, and no more snow had fallen after the storm passed. If we wanted, we could tune in hourly for updates and live coverage of the relief efforts.
After we’d finished eating, we decided to get busy with all the things we’d neglected for the past two days due to the power outage. Mom started in on the dishes now that we had hot water, and she asked if I’d do some canlı kaçak iddaa laundry. I headed to the laundry room and started sifting through the clothes, separating the whites from the colors, the delicates from the not-so-delicates, the darks from the lights, and so on. I started tossing a load of darks into the washer when I came across one of Mom’s bras. I picked it up and marvelled at the size of the cups. I must’ve done Mom’s laundry a thousand times before, but I’d never been concerned with her underwear. That was probably because she was never shy about wearing them around in front of me. But now, after I’d seen how large her breasts actually were, I was enthralled with the instrument that somehow held those monsters against her chest all day. It was black and lacy, and the cups looked large enough to fit over my head. I looked at the tag, and turned it in my fingers. 34DD. Not bad, I thought, and I tossed it into the wash.
We spent the morning and early afternoon cleaning and working around each other, watching the snow slowly melting away from the windows and giving us more and more daylight. By late afternoon, the small peek-a-boo corner of my window that had been uncovered that morning was nearly halfway clear. We could see outdoors now, but there wasn’t much point in looking. It was like an endless lake of snow as far as we could see. The surrounding houses were buried just as badly as we were, some even worse.
Mom had changed after breakfast, and put on a pair of boy shorts and a tight pink tank top. She made it very difficult for me to work all day, continuously striking sexy poses and making lurid comments. In her younger days, she must’ve been one hell of a cock-tease. Of course, I’m not complaining. I enjoyed every minute of it, though by late afternoon it was starting to get to me. As the sun went down we decided to shower up and then maybe enjoy some television together for the remainder of the evening.
Mom came and stood in the doorway of my room and watched me as I folded the last of the day’s laundry. I held up a pair of slinky thong panties and stretched them over my fingers.
“These are cute,” I said with a grin.
“They’re one of my favorites.”
I tossed them at her and grabbed a handful of my clothes to put away.
“Hey, I was just gonna go take a long, hot shower. Care to join me?”
I closed my dresser drawers and turned toward her, quizzically. “Huh?”
“I want to know if you want to join me in the shower,” she said, as if it was the sort of thing she asked every day. “I want you to massage my back while I stand under the hot water. It’ll be very relaxing. For me, anyway”
“Oh really?” I said. “And what’s in it for me?”
She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips like she was thinking really hard, and then quickly pulled her top up over her head, her heavy tits bouncing against her chest as they popped out from the tight material. She tossed the shirt on the floor and looked at me with a cocky smile. Then she shoved her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slowly slinked out of them, and kicked them off her foot onto the tank top.
“Is this enough, or do you need more?” she said.
Despite the fact that I’d seen her like this several times now, the sight of her beautiful naked body was stunning. “Uh…count me in,” I said.
“Excellent,” she said as she walked toward me. “You won’t be needing these then.” She dropped to both knees directly in front of me and grabbed my boxers, yanking them down to my feet. My semi-rigid cock sprang outward and brushed against her cheek. She gasped and placed a hand over her mouth, feigning embarrassment as she stared up at me. “Oh my,” she said. “Whatever shall I do with this?” She turned her head slightly to the side and brushed her lips over the shaft of my hardening cock, her eyes never leaving mine. She opened her mouth and her tongue crept past her lips and gently massaged my rod. My mouth hung open as I watched the breathtaking sight before me. As soon as she saw that I was completely hard, she reached up with one hand and held my dick to her lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her tongue flat against the base of my cock, and slowly licked up the shaft until she reached the head, her hand sliding down to cup my balls. Then she softly closed her lips around me and gave a gentle suck.
“Uhhh,” I moaned as I felt her tongue flicking at the sensitive underside of my cock.
She released me with a soft smack of her lips. “Mmm, salty,” she said, looking up at me hungrily. “You need a shower.” She stood up and turned around and headed for the door. “You coming?” she said as she turned to look back at me.
“I think I’m going to,” I said. My knees were weak and my heart was pounding. I could barely breathe, let alone follow her into the shower.
“Ha ha,” she said. “Well hurry. I wouldn’t wanna get cold.” She winked and strutted away toward the shower.
“Oh my fucking God,” I whispered to myself. canlı kaçak bahis I hastily kicked off my boxers and my house-shoes and hurried for the bathroom. My mother just wrapped her lips around my dick, I thought. The moral implications of our actions crossed my mind briefly, but disappeared as soon as I walked through the bathroom door and saw her incredible naked body again. She was bent over the side of the bathtub with her ass in the air, her long legs locked and her massive tits hanging low away from her chest. Her legs were parted just enough for her sweet little pussy to be perfectly visible, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She turned her head to the side and stared back at me as I stood motionless just inside the bathroom door. One hand was on the tub to balance herself, and the other she raised between her legs and slowly began running a finger up and down her puffy pussy lips.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to stare?” she said.
“My mother taught me a lot of things,” I replied, my voice shaking. “But I’ll be damned if I remember one of them right now.” She smiled, and then gasped as she touched herself just the right way. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and all I could think of was burying my cock inside that pussy. The shower was running and steam was filling the room around us. She smiled at me as she opened her mouth and licked her lips seductively, and that was all I could take. I rushed toward her with my cock thrust forward, my eyes locked on my target. Suddenly, she spun around and sat down on the edge of the tub, reaching out and stopping me as I lunged forward. She looked shocked as she stared up at me, my eyes wild with lust.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she said with a smile. “We mustn’t get ahead of ourselves.”
“Fuck, are you kidding me?” I was exasperated and out of breath.
“Just relax, tiger. I’ll take good care of you, I promise. Just like I did last night.” Last night I took care of myself, I thought. She continued, “Let’s take a shower. Later on we’ll think of some more…exciting things to do.” She winked at me and stood up, pressing my cock into her body as she rose. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a wink, and then stepped into the steaming water.
I exhaled, defeated, frustrated, but still unable to turn away. I stepped into the shower, my balls churning and my cock throbbing. Mom was facing me, her head tilted all the way back as she ran her fingers through her hair under the water. Her fantastic tits bounced and jiggled with every movement, and the sheen of the water added that extra sexiness to her already perfect figure. I watched intently as she caressed herself under the water, softly running her hands over her breasts and down between her legs, over her ass.
The entire shower was nothing more than a fantastic tease-fest. She asked me if I would wash her back, to which I readily agreed. I soaped her up and massaged her back deeply as I did it. She bent forward and stuck her ass out toward me, intentionally rubbing herself just slightly against my protruding erection. I grinded against her more than once, but she retracted each time. She was killing me, but I loved it at the same time. Finally, when it was my turn under the water, she pressed herself up against my back and soaped up my chest and abs, slowly working her way down to my lower torso, where she played for a while. She rubbed back and forth, and down to my inner thighs, up between my legs, and then back up around my throbbing cock. I nearly came when she finally wrapped a hand around my aching shaft and gently slid her soapy hand up and down me. Another second or two and I probably would have, but she released me and moved on to my back, where she massaged me just as I had her. It felt nice, and it was relaxing. In fact, after a few minutes of her gentle massaging, my erection began to fade a little.
When we had both finished showering, we stepped out and towelled off. My cock was finally flaccid, and I was semi-relaxed. I needed to cum, but for the moment I could concentrate on other things.
“Mmm…I feel like relaxing on the couch on watching some TV,” she said. “How about you?”
I gave her a look that clearly said I had other things on my mind, but conceded. “Yeah that sounds alright.” She wrapped her towel across her breasts and tied it off, and then wrapped her hair in another one. I tied mine around the waist, and we both headed for the living room.
After just getting out of a steaming shower, and with the furnace burning the way it was, it was downright hot in the house. But we figured we’d cool off after a few minutes of relaxing anyway, so we retired to the living room and turned on the television. Mom asked if I would get her a glass of wine from the fridge, so I brought her the bottle and a glass. She kidded and asked if I was trying to get her drunk. Of course not, I replied. What possible reason could I have for doing such a thing? She popped the cork from the bottle and poured herself a glass. She offered me some, but I declined. I was never much of a wine drinker.
I flipped through the channels searching for something decent to watch. I found The Godfather playing on the classic movie channel.
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