FYI. This is an incest story
^^^Thursday, July 9th^^^
"Fire!"
Luke shouted the word and jumped out of bed. A coughing fit had awakened him. The eighteen-year-old saw thick black smoke and heard the unmistakable crackling sound of a fire.
"Fire! Fire!" he hollered as clad in his underwear, he ran out of his room and went to the bedroom of the home's only other occupant, his mother, Jane.
He opened the door and saw his mother getting out of bed. She was braless in a simple cotton sleeping shirt. Her large, dark areolas were visible through the thin fabric. She coughed, looked confused, and asked, "What's happening?"
"We have to get out of here. The house is on fire!"
He grabbed his mother and escorted her toward the exits.
They lived in a single-story, two-bedroom house. It only had three other rooms: a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom. There was a front door off the living room and a back door off the kitchen.
They came to the junction of the hall and the living room. If they turned to the right, they had a clear route out of the house through the front door.
To their left was the kitchen and the fire.
Oil and grease in a frying pan sitting on a burner of the electric stove was on fire. It produced dense black smoke.
"Come on, Ma," Luke said. "Let's get out of here." He had an arm around her shoulders and guided her toward the front door.
"No," she said. She twisted her body and broke free of him.
His hand accidentally touched a boob. He was mortified and pulled his hand to his chest.
The thirty-eight-year-old woman didn't react to his touch. She was focused on the fire. She entered the kitchen and said, "This house isn't much, but it's all we have. It's just the frying pan that's on fire."
She grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher, pulled out the pin, and pointed the nozzle at the pan. Nothing happened.
"Damn piece of crap," she shouted as she threw it on the floor. "Open the back door," she commanded. "I'll carry the pan outside."
Luke opened the door while his mother slid her right hand into an oven mitten. She lifted the cast iron pan and was carrying it outside when the heavy pan tilted. The liquid sloshed, and the fire appeared to be about to spill out of the pan onto the floor.
Jane tightened her grip and over-corrected. The fire and the pan tilted in her direction.
"Ahh!" she shrieked and stepped back.
Some of the fiery liquid spilled out of the pan and onto her gown. The cotton fabric caught fire.
Jane was shocked, scared, and froze.
Luke moved quickly. He used both hands to snatch the frying pan from his mother. He carried it to the doorway and tossed it onto their dirt backyard. He returned to his mother and gently brought her to the floor. He pressed on the burning cloth.
He extinguished the flames and saved her from being severely hurt. In the process, her gown was destroyed. Large sections were missing, exposing her flesh.
"Ma, are you okay?" he asked as he knelt beside her. His eyes scanned her body for injuries. He saw redness on her stomach and thighs. He also saw sections of her body that a son normally doesn't see.
His eyes were drawn to her breasts, her erect nipples, and her large reddish-brown areolas. He forced himself to look away and found himself staring at the black curly pubic hair covering her pussy.
The traumatic incident had put the woman into a mild form of shock. She wasn't aware that she was mostly nude.
She babbled and said, "I think I'm okay. The pan was too heavy for me to carry with one hand. My gown caught on fire. Thank God you reacted the way you did."
Her breathing was rapid and shallow; her pupils were dilated. She sat up, and her teardrop-shaped breasts slid down her chest. The movement of her soft heavy breasts drew her son's attention.
She didn't notice that Luke staring at her boobs. She said, "Where's the frying pan?"
Luke pointed to the backdoor and said, "It's in the backyard."
"Is the fire out?" she asked.
Luke went outside. There were some flames in the pan and the dirt where the oil had splashed. He picked up a stick, beat the flames, kicked dirt on them, and smothered the fire.
He returned to the kitchen and said, "The fire is out."
Her eyes focused on him. She cried out, "Your hands! Your hands are burned."
They both examined his hands. They were red, swollen, and blisters were forming.
"That has to hurt!" she said.
Luke looked at his hands. Maybe his adrenaline level had dropped, or it was because he was seeing the damage done to his hands, he felt pain.
"Ow! They hurt."
"Come to the sink and let's run some cold water on them," his mother said.
She turned on the faucet. Her sleeping shirt hung loosely around her shoulders with a gaping hole in the front, exposing her breasts and stomach.
Normally the hem landed mid-thigh. It still did on her right side. However, because of the damaged, her left thigh, hip, and buttock were exposed.
Luke leered at the naked half of her plump bottom before going and standing beside her. He placed his hand in the flowing water and groaned, "Ahhhh."
"Poor baby," she consoled him. "We've got to get you to the doctor."
He turned his head, looked at her face, and asked, "How are you?"
She stepped back and glanced down where her tee shirt had caught fire. They both looked. There were red marks on her stomach and thighs. She touched her tummy and said, "It hurts like a bad sunburn. I'm not burned as badly as you."
As she spoke their eyes wandered. Luke studied her pussy and tits. Jane became aware that her private parts were no longer private. She turned away, blushed, and said, "I need to put some clothes on. You too."
She departed. It was difficult for him to turn off the water. He managed and went to his room.
Jane dressed quickly and called out, "Are you ready?"
"No. I can't dress myself."
She went into his bedroom and found her son sitting on his bed in his underwear.
He held up his damaged hands and said, "These don't work."
She opened his drawers, got some clothes, and dressed him.
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Their town was too small to have a hospital. The gal at the front desk of the medical clinic saw Luke's swollen red hands and immediately sent them to an exam room and notified the nurse on duty of their injuries.
An ancient crone, known as Nurse Betty, came into the room and said, "I understand the both of you are burn victims."
"It's all my fault," Luke said. "I fried some chicken last night after you went to bed. I didn't clean up afterward. I planned on using the oil and chicken fat to fry hash browns for our breakfast.
"I thought I turned the burner off. Sorry, Ma,"
"It's not your fault. It's that dang old electric stove. It doesn't always shut down when you turn it off."
