Traped by Snow
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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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She surveyed herself in the mirror before wrapping a thick, white towel around her that barely covered her ass. She started toward her room to dress, but thought she should go ahead and wake Tim. By the time he got up, shaved, and showered, she would have breakfast ready. She rapped lightly on his door, and then opened it. She gasped at the sight in front of her. Tim was completely naked, his fully erect cock resting well up his abdomen. His cock was at least 8” long and very thick. She closed her eyes and imagined his big cock filling her mouth, filling her vagina. She felt her pussy flood with juices to the point they were dripping down her bare thigh. She knew the prudent thing to do would be to exit the room, but instead she cleared her throat loudly. Tim gave signs of starting to wake, so she quickly stepped out of the room and gently closed the door.
Marie went to her room and put on a pair of green bikini panties and a dark green satin gown and walked down the stairs. She tried to make sense of what she had just done. On the one hand, she saw all of this as a little risky fun. After all, a harmless look or touch did not have to lead to more. On the other, having these thoughts about her son were wrong according to everything she had been taught.
“To hell with all this guilt”, she thought. “I am still in control here, I feel alive for the first time in a long time, and nothing has really happened beyond a little voyeurism”, she said under her breath.
Tim woke with a start and looked around the room. He could have sworn his mother was in the room, but she wasn’t. Had she been there? Had she been looking at his naked body and full erection? Or had it all been an early morning dream? The thought of his mother looking at his naked body turned him on. He remembered seeing her naked yesterday and that image made his cock flex several times. He looked down and saw a large dollop of pre-cum on the tip, which he rubbed over the head. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started to slowly move it up and down. He closed his eyes and thought about his gorgeous mother and her bare, spread legs and her blue panties.
“Tim! Come down for breakfast”, his mother called.
Startled, Tim reflexively grabbed a sheet and covered himself before realizing that his mother had called from downstairs.
“I will be down in a second mom”, Tim called back somewhat guiltily.
Tim went to the bathroom scratching his bare stomach as he walked. After splashing some water in his face and on his hair, he gargled and brushed his teeth, and then pulled on the jogging pants he had worn the evening before.
Moments later he walked into the kitchen to see what Marie was making for breakfast. She was standing next to the stove and did not hear him enter. Tim walked up behind her and comfortably slid her arm around her waist. She moved back against him pressing her head to his chest. He bent over slightly and nuzzled her neck, causing her to shiver.
“Tim, stop that! It tickles!” She turned and took a good natured swipe at him, which he easily dodged.
“Would you pour me a cup of coffee?”
Tim dutifully poured the coffee and sat down at the table.
Marie finished the eggs and then did something that when she later relived the experience, astounded her. She reached her left hand around and pulled the front of her gown slightly apart. She emptied the eggs on a plate and walked over to where Tim was sitting. When she bent to put the plate down, the front of her gown came open and gave Tim an unrestricted look at one of her perfect breasts. Tim’s eyes grew a large as silver dollars. She made no move to cover herself, turned and walked to the counter, took two pieces of toast from the plate and returned to where Tim was sitting. She placed one piece on his plate and then reached across the table for the butter, which she absently applied to the toast. She repeated the action. The entire time she could feel Tim’s eyes looking at her exposed breast,