Traped by Snow
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - He buried his face between her legs, tasting the sweet flood of her desire while the snowstorm howled outside.""Her legs wrapped around him as he claimed her on the kitchen island, her moans echoing through the snowbound cabin."
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Moisture formed between her breasts and on her upper lip as the room suddenly became hotter than the ambient temperature suggested it should be. She ran her hands over her soft, yet well formed midsection and undid the clasp on her pants. Her hands shook a little as she unzipped her pants allowing her thumb to press along her satin panties just above her pussy. She kicked off her tan heels and allowed her pants to slide down her skin colored nylon thigh hose. She could clearly see the wet spot on the front of her pale blue boy shorts as she stepped out of her pants. She let her fingers slide under the hem of the shorts, ran her fingers down the front of her soft pussy, and then brought her wet fingers to her mouth. She liked the way she tasted and would often taste herself when she masturbated, which was several times a week. She felt that masturbation was easier and far less complicated than maintaining a relationship, although it did not provide the lasting effects of a good fucking, something she had sorely missed over the past few months...
She again felt a surge run through her pussy. She watched the hand in the mirror go back to her sopping wet pussy. She rubbed her clit through her slick panties and felt her legs almost give way. She slid her hand under the loose fabric at the bottom of her panties and moved it aside to expose her closely trimmed pussy. Suddenly she had to have some relief and began to furiously rub her clit, moaning loudly. Every so often she would bring her sopping, slippery fingers to her mouth and slide them into her mouth. She needed more access so she pushed her blue panties to her knees. The sight in the mirror of her slightly spread legs naked save for the panties obscenely held up by her knees was too much for Marie. Her fingers again found her clit causing her knees to buckle as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She was so weak she did not bother to pull her panties back up as she moved shakily to her bed and fell into it breathing heavily and exhausted by the effort. She lifted her right leg and pulled her foot from her panties and then lay still exhausted from the effort.
Marie drifted off to sleep and she did not hear Tim come home an hour later. The installation had been quick, and though Rob wanted him to run up to South Carolina with him, he didn’t feel like going to all the trouble to get dressed to go. Tim walked through the house looking for his mother, and when he didn’t find her went upstairs. Her door was closed. He thought she might be asleep, so he called her name in a hushed tone. There was no answer. His habit had long been to always check on his mother to make sure she was okay. He had always been protective of her and her friends always remarked at how cute it was that he always looked after her. Now, at the age of 19, he was if anything more protective.
He eased the door open and gasped. Marie was sound asleep on her back on the bed. Her long toned and tanned legs were splayed and her mound was staring back at him, delicate lips slightly open, closely trimmed light brown pubic hair shimmering with moisture. Her pale blue panties were on her left leg, but not her right. He licked his dry lips. He knew he should turn and leave, but he was rooted to the floor. His eyes tore themselves unwillingly from the sexiest pussy he had ever seen and traveled up her body. She had tan lines where her bikini covered her sex and breasts. Her breasts were slightly flattened against her sleeping body, her nipples gently jutting upward as though proud. Her smooth skin and sexy neck led to a face that was somewhere between pretty and gorgeous. She wore her hair short, and although she sometimes admitted that the color was to some extent a function of modern chemistry, it had always had a rich brown sheen.