Stuck in the snow!
So, my names Steve, and I'm eighteen years old, and last year, I got stuck in the snow with my hot blonde stepmother, Jessica.
Now, Jessica has been married to my father for a few years now, and as soon as I saw her, I could see why he married her.
Jessica was hot, really hot, she was in her early forties, and tall, with long blonde hair, a slim tanned body, and a cleavage that must have been double D's that she squeezed into every tight top, she wore.
Anyway, last Christmas my father decided we should go away for the holidays, somewhere where they had plenty of snow, and it really felt Christmassy, so, he booked us a nice luxury wooden lodge in the mountains, with all the trimmings.
However, unfortunately, as he was working on a big important project for work at the time, he wouldn't be able to join us until a few days later.
This as it turned out wasn't a problem, as Jessica, then suggested that it would be nice, if me and her, drove up to the lodge, because she always wanted to see the scenery up there, on the way.
So, the next day, we packed her car with all our bags, climbed in, and excitedly drove off to the mountains.
Several hours later, we were driving through big green forests as far as the eye could see, surrounded by huge mountains covered in white snow, and as we climbed towards our destination, I could see why Jessica wanted to drive up here, the view was pretty spectacular.
Then, as we continued upwards, into the heart of the mountains, the thick white snow grew deeper around us, until it became almost impossible to tell where the road ended, and the forest started.
Then it happened, as we rounded a tight corner, the car slipped sideways, there was a sudden thud as we came to an abrupt halt, and we were half buried in a big bank of heavy snow.
"Oh crap!" my stepmother exclaimed, annoyed we had slipped off the road.
She then tried to drive us out, pushing the accelerator down as hard as she could, and turning the steering wheel vigorously to the left, but, it didn't work.
In fact, nothing she did worked, and after several annoying minutes of trying to get the car out, it was soon pretty clear, we were stuck, and going nowhere fast.
"Let's get out and try pushing it!" she then suggested.
So, we did, but despite our best efforts, it still remained jammed in the snow bank.
We then stood for a moment, on that cold, wintery day, looking up and down the road for anyone coming along, who might be able to give us some help, but there was no one in any direction.
So, we were miles from the nearest town, in a remote part of the county, stuck in the snow, with no help coming from anywhere, apparently.
Jessica then tried her phone, but typically, we were in a bad reception area, and she couldn't get a signal to call anyone.
So, we climbed back into the car, and then sat there in silence for a moment, wondering what to do.
Then as we sat there, I began to shiver a little, as the temperature in the car began to drop, and so, I asked Jessica, if we could put the heating on.
"If I do, we have no idea how long we might be here for. We might run out of petrol before we get rescued, and I have no idea, how far the next petrol station is?!" she replied back, before then suggesting there was a blanket in the back, I could use to keep myself warm with instead.
So, I climbed between the two front seats into the back, and there, I found the red tartan blanket, and quickly wrapped it around me.
Then as I sat there still feeling chilly, I noticed Jessica beginning to shiver too, and then after a moment, she turned around in her seat, and climbed into the back with me.
"Let me have some of that blanket, I'm beginning to feel the cold too!" she then said, before she sat down beside me on the back seat, and then snuggled up next me, as I wrapped half of the blanket around her.
Together, we then sat trying to stay warm, as we waited for help, but it soon became apparent the blanket wasn't working as well as we hoped, and after a couple of minutes, we were still freezing.
Then my stepmother then said "Look. We're going to freeze in here, if we don't do something drastic!"
"Like what?" I asked back curiously.
"Well, I saw this on one of those survivor shows your father likes to watch, and basically, we need to take off our clothes, and then cuddle together under them, to share body warmth, it's the best way to stay warm!" she replied.
"Really?!" I asked in amazement, that she was suggesting something like that.
"Yes! It was on the show, so it must be true!" she replied back.
Then, right there next to me, on the back seat of her car, stuck in the middle of nowhere, my hot blonde haired stepmother, began pulling off her knitted Christmas sweater, before undoing her jeans, and kicking off her snow boots.
I watched in amazement as she quickly stripped off her clothes, until she was just sat there, in her lacy white under wear, right next to me.
"Well?" she then asked, waiting for me to do the same.
So, I began pulling off my Christmas jumper and t-shirt, and then kicked off my snow boots, before pushing down my jogging bottoms, and in seconds, I sat there beside her, in just my boxer shorts.
"Right, lay down on the seat, and then I'll lay down with you, before pulling our clothes and the blanket over us!" Jessica then said.
So, I did as she said, and laid down across the back seat, before my hot, slim, blonde stepmother, then laid down next to me, facing away from me, before she then pulled our clothing and the blanket over us.
We then lay there for a moment in silence, waiting to see if this really worked, and it kind of did, but not as well as we hoped, because soon enough, my stepmother began to shiver again, before she said "I think we need to get closer! To create more body warmth!"
"Oh, okay." I replied, kind of understanding, before she shuffled back towards me, and pressed her warm, half naked body, up against mine.
Jessica was right, as soon as her warm body was pressing up against my warm body, we both felt a lot warmer, and after just a couple of minutes, we started to feel comfortable and relaxed.
Then, I became very aware, that my hot blonde stepmother's, half naked body, was pressed up again mine.
I could feel her soft warm back pressed against my bare young chest, her long slender bare legs wrapped between mine, and her soft, round arse cheeks, covered by her little white lacy panties, pressed up against my boxer covered crotch, and suddenly, I started to have thoughts I shouldn't have.
Now, I know, I shouldn't have been thinking of her like that, she was my father's wife, my stepmother, and we were in a very serious situation right then, but she was also a hot, forty something year old woman, and I was a horny young teenager!
For the next few minutes, we lay there together on the back seat, half naked under our clothes, and all I could think of was... don't get a boner! Don't get a boner! Don't get a boner!
