THE BEST STORIES always begin with 'so there I was'. And this one is no exception. So there I was, standing naked in front of the kitchen table, my hard dick standing proudly in front of me. It was pointing straight at my near-naked mother, who was perched on the edge of the table, straddling me and eyeing my cock like it was a piece of hard candy just waiting to be sucked. Her torso, stomach and tits were still wet with the cum I had sprayed on them just minutes before, and the only stitch of clothing on her body was the tiny white thong that just barely covered her wet pussy lips. My balls were churning, readying another load of semen, and my dick was pulsing with anticipation.
Standing there, I couldn't help but think about the events which had led me to such a precarious position. The snowstorm had cut off the power to the house, and had also cut off any chance of getting out. The doors and windows were covered by the snow, and we had no idea how long we would be trapped inside. The old woodstove in the kitchen had provided us with an ample supply of heat, and we had decided that the old generator in the basement could be used for a few minutes of hot water each night. That way we could at least have a quick shower. What we hadn't planned on were the events that followed. The plan was for me to turn on the generator in the basement while Mom got into the shower. Then I would rush upstairs and jump into the shower while she ran down and turned it off. But when I ran upstairs on that first night, I rushed into the bathroom naked only to find my wet naked mother staring back at me. She had just stepped out of the shower, and obviously hadn't expected me to move so quickly from the basement to the bathroom. We both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, neither of us able to move a muscle. Staring at the beautiful naked woman before me, my cock involuntarily sprung to life and Mom couldn't help but stare at it. After a while, we both clumsily fumbled for ways to cover ourselves up, not that it really mattered at that point.
We were both embarrassed, but it didn't last long. Mom came to me that night and explained how what had happened, though it may not have been an ideal situation, was a positive thing because it would allow us to be completely open with each other from then on. Anxious to put the whole thing behind us, I reluctantly agreed, and we mutually decided that we didn't want it to affect our relationship in a negative way.
Then I woke up this morning to find Mom in the kitchen wearing nothing but a white lace bra and thong, and it didn't take me long to figure out her take on our newfound 'openness'. Naturally, my cock was immediately hard, and Mom took advantage, quickly getting me to undress and jack myself off while she finger-fucked herself on the kitchen table.
So, once again, there I was, just waiting for what would happen next.
Mom seductively wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me toward her hard. My dick slapped against her taut stomach, and the thick purple head rested just below her massive cum-covered breasts. She reached up and grabbed me behind my neck and pulled me close to her.
"Honey," she whispered, and she lightly shook me back and forth. "Honey," once again, louder this time.
"Hey, wake up!"
My eyes opened slowly as I awoke, confused. Mom shook me lightly, and brought me out of my daze. Holy shit, I thought. It was all a dream. No fucking way! But how much of it was a dream? What the hell was going on?
"Hey, you awake?"
"Yeah," I replied groggily.
"Good. We're almost out of firewood, so I need you to run down and bring some more up."
"Okay, sure."
"Thanks. Oh, and you can have a few minutes to take care of that first, if you want."
"Huh?" I asked, finally gaining some coherence. "Take care of what?"
"That," she said, glancing toward my crotch. "You can have a few minutes to take care of it before you get up, if you want."
I looked down between my legs and saw the huge tent my dick was making in the sheets. I was as hard a rock, no doubt because of the dream I'd been having. "Oh shit," I said as I moved to try and hide myself.
"Relax," Mom giggled. "You don't have to do that. After last night it hardly seems necessary."
"What happened last night?" I asked.
"You don't remember? Our little mishap in the bathroom, with the shower?"
Phew, I thought. At least I didn't dream that part. "Yeah, I remember. I thought it might have been a dream."
Mom laughed lightly. "Well it looks like you were having one hell of a dream, but last night was definitely the real McCoy."
"Right."
"Okay tiger," she said, slapping me on the leg. "You do...whatever it is you need to do in here, and then get us some firewood." She got up and headed for the door. She was wearing a white men's button-down oxford that fell just below her ass, and a pair of uggs. "I'm gonna go make us some breakfast, okay?"
"Subtlety, Mom," I said with a smile. "You might try that sometime."
"Honey, we've seen each other naked. Subtlety is pretty much out the window at this point, don't you think?"
She had a point. "Fair enough," I said. She smiled at me, quickly glanced down at the tent in the sheets again, and then left the room.
My cock was aching for attention, but jacking off seemed inappropriate. I had done it the night before, after the incident, but in retrospect it seemed so wrong. She's your mother, I said to myself. Quit acting like a fucking sicko.
I dragged myself out of bed and moved toward the dresser to find some clothes. I checked myself out in the mirror and notice that the door was still wide open behind me. I thought of closing it, but decided to leave it open. Let her see me, I thought. As dirty and wrong as it seemed, I couldn't help but feel extremely turned on by the idea of Mom walking back by my door and getting another show just like the one she got last night. Then she would be entranced by the massiveness of my rod, and a dream-like sex sequence would ensue. My hard cock pulsed and jutted out proudly in front of me. I turned to the side and pushed my hips forward, thrusting it outward even more. I waited for a few minutes, thinking Mom might come back. But the noises from the kitchen gave me no indication that she would. Feeling slightly defeated, I decided to put on some clothes and get to work.
The day was fairly uneventful. With no electricity and no power, we were forced to play board games and cards to pass the time. And this was all done by candlelight, since the snow still covered the windows and eliminated any hope of daylight. It was difficult at times, and we both started to get a bit stir-crazy at points. But the thought of tonight's shower, and possibly reliving last night's events kept me focused and helped me through the day.
Mom had stayed in the white button-down all day long, which made sense. There was really no need to get dressed. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Every time the fire would die down and it would get a bit chilly, her nipples would poke through the thin material that was already stretched tightly across her ample chest. She may not have been wearing any panties, either. She had been very protective of her nether region all day, constantly ensuring that her shirt didn't ride too high. I wasn't sure if she was or if she wasn't, but the thought kept me stimulated all day long.
When the day had finally waxed and waned, Mom announced that she was ready for a shower. I instantly perked up, and she noticed. She laughed at me and told me not to get any ideas. I was pouting on the inside, but tried not to let on.
"I think we should try a different strategy tonight," she said. "Since last night's strategy obviously didn't work."
"Well that's a matter of perspective, really," I said. Her eyebrows raised with surprise, and I was even a little shocked at my own audacity.
"Easy, tiger," she said with a grin. "Anyway, as I was saying, I think tonight I'll stay in the shower until you get to the bathroom, and then we can switch once you're ready. That way we won't have any unexpected hiccups."
"Okay," I said. That sounded good to me. The idea of having her waiting there for me was more than intriguing. As much as I had tried to outwardly deny my feelings about the night before, inside I was aching for a chance to see that gorgeous body naked again. And for her to see me naked, too.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door, which hardly seemed necessary given the circumstances, and then told me she was ready. I bolted down the stairs into the dank basement and cranked the generator, which started up on the first try this time. I started grinding and sputtering away, and I immediately took off up the stairs.
I darted into the bathroom and ripped my clothes off. When I was completely naked, I tapped on the shower wall to let Mom know I was ready. My cock was thick and semi-hard, ready for what was to come.
