Traped by Snow
Copyright© 2026 by YO
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Rags To Riches Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting BBW Big Breasts Slow
Marie showered and washed away whatever guilt she was feeling before towel drying her hair. She surveyed her taut body in the mirror.
She snickered to herself and said to the image in the mirror, “Not bad for an old lady. I can see why he would get good and stiff looking at this hot stuff”. She laughed again at her fake boldness and wrapped a towel around her body before returning to her room. She elected for comfort and selected a plain light weight green cotton dress. She always wore panties even if she sometimes skipped a bra when she was lounging around the house, but for some reason she decided against both and was naked under the loose fitting dress when she went downstairs. She glanced in the mirror and saw that her nipples were noticeable through the dress, but that fact was not enough to make her put on a bra.
Tim was sitting at a small table off the kitchen where they took most of their meals. It was small, but neither of them felt completely comfortable sitting at the large dining room table when it was just the two of them. She saw that he had already set the table and had poured them both a glass of white wine to go with the chicken and rice she had prepared.
He had turned into such a good man, she thought. He was even tempered, polite to strangers, and respectful of his friends and peers. She did wonder at his propensity to spend time with her at home instead of going out more. She also thought it a bit unusual that he did not date that often, but it seemed to fit into his quiet personality. She was unconcerned about his sexual orientation and knew intuitively that he was all man: she had caught him often enough trying to look up her dress, or down her blouse, and it had not escaped her that he hovered around her when she was by the pool in her bikini.
She served the food and the two of them talked about his upcoming start to school at the junior college a few miles away.
“I think I will be more comfortable there than if I went directly to UGA, or somewhere large. Plus, I can stay here and that should make it easier on the finances. That is, unless you want to throw me out in the street”, he said jokingly.
“Not a chance. What other man could I find that would set the table, pour my wine, and check to be sure I am alright”, she chided.
His eyes shot up from his chicken at the last part, and his face again flushed. He dropped his eyes, but his mind went from the fire to the frying pan as he could see his mother’s nipples poking prominently against the front of her dress.
She realized immediately what was causing his discomfort and couldn’t help but giggle, and couldn’t resist rubbing it in a little.
“Why, Timmy, if I didn’t know better I would swear you were staring at my tits.”
He quickly recovered from his embarrassment and shot back, “Well, it isn’t like I can avoid them. They are sticking out like two pencil erasers!”
She reached across the table and gave him a good natured slap on the cheek, and was ready to give him another verbal slap down when the telephone rang.
“I will deal with you later mister”, she smiled as she stood and went for the phone.
She disappeared into the living room for several minutes and when she returned Tim could tell something was not right.
“What’s the matter mom?”
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