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Ravenswood
I was just coming down the stairs from my bedroom when a clap of thunder hit and a flash of lightening lit up the foyer and POP no electricity. I stopped where I was in hopes of not falling head first down the rest of the stairs.
"Mo-o-o-m," I heard from the conservatory.
"Yes Mikie," I said to my son.
"The power went out NO TV," he said.
"I know baby boy it's an old house, just got to live with it for now," I said as I took one-step at a time. I knew the flash light was under the sink in the kitchen so that's where I was headed next.
"Mikie meet me in the kitchen will you?" I said as I took the last step down to the floor.
"Yep, I'm on my way," he said.
As I made my way through the dining room and butler's pantry to the kitchen another flash of lightening hit and I saw Mikie standing looking out the window over the sink. "Honey if you will reach under the sink the flash light is there," I said to him.
He stepped back and opened the cabinet door and found the blue handled flash light. As he turned toward me he hit the button to turn on the light in his hand.
I gained confidence when the light was on, I could see at least. I walked over to the sink and reached for the flash light that Mikie was holding out to me.
"Here, ya go Mom," he said.
I knew that I'd have to go to the basement and trip the main breaker switch sooner or later, "preferable later than sooner" I thought to myself. I walked to the parlor to sit down on the couch. I didn't realize Mikie was right behind me so when I stopped he collided with my ass.
"Oh sorry Mom," he said as I went face first into the couch. He bent over to help me stand back up and as I stood up my cheek brushed the front of his jeans.
Apparently just that tiny bit of contact with my ass gave my sweet son an erection. Or maybe he had one from what he was watching on TV.
He held my arm as I turned around and looked up into his face. With just a minimum amount of light I could see his facial features and he was looking more and more like his Father every day. Mikie was 19 years old and was starting Berkeley in the fall so he would be living here at home.
We stepped back from each other as I went tumbling to the couch. Mikie just laughed, I must have been a real sight to see. I could come down a flight of stairs in the dark but I couldn't walk with out falling on my face.
"Mom?" he chuckled "Are you alright?"
"Yes dear I'm fine. I think, I'll just stay here until the lights come back on," I said as I joined him with laughter.
The flash light was growing dim so I suggested that we light some candles.
"Where are they?" Mikie asked.
"In the table in front of the window," I said.
He opened the drawer and pulled out 2 large candles and the lighter as he placed one on the end table by the chair and one on the coffee table and then lit them. I turned off the flash light.
I looked over at Mikie as the candle light filled the room. What a handsome man he had become. As he stepped back in front of the chair to take a seat he put his hand to his crotch to re-arrange thing in his jeans.
He looked up as he got comfortable in the chair and smiled at me. A flash of his Father hit me in my brain. It wasn't Mikie sitting there it was Cole.
I blinked and shook my head as the vision disappeared. Cole had died just 6 months ago when a robbery had gone awry at a local convenience store and he was shot.
All I had left from Cole was Mikie. It was comforting to know that he would be well educated at Berkeley with the scholarship and the money Cole had left us for his education.
"Mother?" Mikie said. "You look beautiful by candle light."
"Thank you baby boy, at least you have good eyesight," I said with a smile.
I just took the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over my legs as I cuddle down into the cushions. I closed my eyes to try and regain my composer.
In my mind I could see the last time I saw Cole. He had just come in the front door from a long day at work. I was in the laundry room fussing with the washing machine and he came up behind me with a bouquet of wild flowers. I always loved getting flowers. He picked me up and sat my butt on the drier. All of a sudden the vision disappeared from my brain as I felt Mikie move from the chair to the couch next to me. It seemed that thunderstorms still frightened him with all the noise.
I lifted my arm out from under the blanket as I put it around his shoulder and pulled him over next to me. As he lay down he put his head in my lap.
"Mom," Mikie said as he turned over on his back and looked up at me.
"Yes Mikie?" I said still with my eyes closed as my head rests on the back of the couch.
He didn't respond all I heard was silence. Mikie's hand had reached up to the buttons on my blouse as he tried very gently to undo them. I just thought to myself that he has fallen to sleep as he rested in my lap.
Then I felt a slight breeze on my nipples and wondered "where that came from." I knew I didn't have a bra on but I did have a blouse covering my tits.
Then I lifted my head up and looked down into Mikie's sweet face. My son had unbuttoned every button on my blouse and his hand was covering one nipple as he slowly sucked on the other one. The feelings I was experiencing where traveling deep into my belly. If this wasn't feeling so good I would have been shocked.
Mikie's eyes were closed as he nursed at my breast. I know I should have stopped him but he looked so peaceful and content.
My hand was resting on his chest as the other one stroked his hair. He had a head full of black wavy hair that he wore rather long unlike his Father who kept his hair short. I just put my head back down on the couch as I let him continue with the nursing. The feelings creep deep into my belly; I shifted my ass below Mikie's head. Then a sigh escaped my lips as he sucked harder.
