"In other news, a mother and son were found and rescued late last night after being lost in the woods for nearly two days. The pair were on vacation at the Oak Frontiers camp grounds just west of Highway 3 when they went missing during a hiking expedition. They were feared dead after their tracks were followed to a hole in the ice of a nearby frozen stream. That's when Charles Hadley, the owner and proprietor of Oak Frontiers, contacted the Department of Natural Resources. Channel 4 spoke with Mr. Hadley earlier this morning about the incident:"
"After I found that hole in the ice I got pretty worried so I got a hold of the DNR and they sent two guys out to help me look around. We found some tracks and a few pieces of trash here and there just a couple miles down the way. That's when I realized how close we were to one of my old hunting shacks I'd built a while back. Figured we should take a look and sure enough that's where we found them, all huddled up trying to keep warm."
Click.
Karen switched off the radio and put her hand back on the wheel. She focused completely on the road with a blank stare on her face, absolutely ignoring Brian as much as possible.
Everything had been a blur since they were found the previous night: the ambulance ride to the hospital, the exam by the doctors and nurses, the news crew waiting for an interview outside of the doors to the ER. Karen didn't even acknowledge them. She and Brian just walked right past them with the DNR officers who then drove them back to Oak Frontiers so they could collect their belongings and drive home. She hadn't said more than two words to Brian all that time either.
She saw him out of her peripheral turn his head and look at her as if he were going to speak, which she hoped to God he wasn't.
"Mom," he said softly. "Are you alright?"
Karen did not reply. Maybe if she ignored him he would just let it go.
"Mom."
No such luck. "What?" She kept her eyes on the road.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm good."
"You're good?"
"Mm hm. I'm good."
Brian studied her face for emotion but found none. "Are you sure?"
"Yup. I just want to get home, take a shower, and get some sleep. That's all."
It was obvious she didn't care to engage him but he felt compelled to press the issue given the circumstance. "Mom, I think we should maybe talk about-"
"There's
nothing
to talk about," she snapped at him. A brief silence followed. "We went on our trip and now it's all over. Back to the real world tomorrow. Back to our regular, normal jobs and our regular, normal lives. You're going back to school soon and I have to go to work and that's it. So there's nothing to talk about."
Brian continued to stare at her quietly for a few seconds, wrinkling his forehead and raising his brow. "Okay," he said reluctantly. Her fitful behavior was seriously beginning to worry him.
The rest of the long drive home was just as uneventful, with only the computerized voice of the GPS to keep them company. The cookie cutter homes of the middle class suburbs were draped in red and green Christmas lights or displaying nativity scenes in the front yard. A wispy snow had dusted the ground and rooftops, giving everything a sparkling white patina.
When they finally pulled into the driveway, Karen got out of the car in a hurry and grabbed her bag from the trunk before marching into the house and slamming the front door. Brian hadn't even got out of the car yet.
When he got into the house, he could hear that his mother had already gone upstairs and turned on the shower. He set his bag down in the foyer and slowly walked up the stairs. There was a trail of clothing that he followed to the second floor. First a coat, then a sweater, then a bra. As he got to the top of the stairway he found her blue jeans.
He continued down the hall until he was right in front of the bathroom door where at his feet lie Karen's baby blue cotton panties. Brian reached down slowly and picked them up off the carpet. The small whitish blot in the crotch of the underwear required him to bring them to his nose and take a whiff. He closed his eyes and savored the aroma of her pussy which evoked the delicious memories of their lovemaking.
That's what it was, he thought; they made love. It wasn't just fucking. Sure, it was certainly that and then some, but he knew deep down that it was something more. He could feel it and in the intense heat of those moments, he knew his mother felt it too.
He dropped the panties on the floor and eased the bathroom door open. The curtain was closed and he heard his mother snapping shut the lid of her shampoo bottle. With the patience of a lion hunting its prey, he crept silently over to the shower, slid one finger into the curtain and ever so gently pulled it aside.
It was perfect timing. Karen had her eyes shut tightly as she leaned her head back into the stream of water to rinse the shampoo out. Brian took his time in looking her naked body up and down: the smooth, shiny skin, the hourglass curves of her hips and waist, the big, juicy tits cloaked in streams of white soap and jiggling as she ran her hands through her hair. His cock sprang into action almost immediately and he desperately wanted to disrobe and join her but he decided it was best to duck out before he was noticed. He carefully shut the door behind him and went back downstairs to retrieve his bag.
Soon after, Karen turned the chrome lever on the wall to turn off the shower. It gave a little squeak and the water ceased, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel silence that befell the room. She opened the curtain and grabbed a white towel off the rack to dry off, starting at her face and head then working her way down her body like she always did.
When she put the towel against her crotch, the sting of sore muscles and raw skin made her wince and of course evoked thoughts of Brian pounding into her with his huge cock. Her eyes wrinkled up as she frowned and began to cry. She put her face into her open palms and knelt down on the bathroom floor, naked and alone, freshly cleaned but still feeling like the filthy whore who actually had sex with her own son. She didn't know how she was ever going to get past it.
Karen sniffled a few times as she tried to regain her composure. "Just chill out and stay calm. Everything's going to be okay," she lied quietly to herself and nodded her head for a moment before remembering one of her favorite sayings. "This too shall pass." The old adage somehow seemed to comfort her. "This too shall pass." Karen took a deep breath and gracefully stood up from the bathroom floor.
She finished drying her body off and wrapped the towel around herself neatly. She looked at her own sad face in the mirror and leaned in towards it with a stern expression. "You can do this," she said coldly. "You're fine." She let the words sink in for a few seconds before flipping off the lights and stepping out the door and into the hallway.
She walked smartly towards her room at the end of the hall, at a steady pace and with good posture. Sometimes, bad shit happens, she thought. You can't let that break you down as a person. You have to be strong and confident to get through times like this so you can come out better for it in the end. She turned her head instinctively just as she passed the open door to Brian's room.
There sat her son at the foot of his bed, his eyes closed with one hand behind him propping his torso up while the other hand stroked up and down his rock solid eight inch erection. Karen shrieked and put her hand over her mouth, startling Brian who then looked at her in shock. He saw that her eyes were locked in on his dick and she seemed to be peeling herself away from it.
"Shit, I'm sorry mom! I thought you were still in the shower!" He scrambled to pull his pants and underwear up from around his ankles.
"It's okay, I'm just... I'm going to my room now!" Karen stammered as she shut his door and ran down the hallway before going into her own room and slamming the bedroom door. She pressed her back and arms against it, as if Brian's was going to smash through it and take her by force at any moment. Why the
fuck
