Heather awoke to the low moaning hum of wind hurling itself against the house. Then she heard the comforting thump of the heater turning itself on. The storm had started around noon the day before and by dark it had turned into a full-blown blizzard. By the time she had gone to bed, the lawn had already been covered with deep, rolling snowdrifts.

Rolling over, she reached over to the nightstand by her bed and flicked on the radio. She lay there listening to the music for several moments before the announcer came on. He stated that the snowstorm had closed the town of Elkhorn. Every thoroughfare, every business and all the schools were closed until further notice. He then warned everyone to stay inside because of the extreme wind chill outside. The temperature was five above, but with the strong wind accompanying the storm, the wind chill was thirty below. 'Just bundle up and stay inside' was his last admonition before the music resumed.

A person would have to be crazy to venture out on a day like this, she thought, yawning and stretching to loosen her tight muscles. After a few moments of stretching and yawning, she sat up. Even though the storm had made prisoners of her and her two sons, Rick and Tim, she felt safe. They were used to such storms and she always kept the house well stocked with the essentials. They also had portable generators and all kinds of emergency equipment should the power fail and leave them at the mercy of the raging tempest outside.

While the storm howled outside, she felt warm and cozy in her room.

The room, filled with ruffles and frills of pinks and whites made her feel all soft and feminine inside. She had gone to considerable expense and effort to create this sanctuary for herself in the otherwise male dominated house.

Smiling happily, she got up and stretched again. She could feel her big, heavy breasts wiggle sensuously as she lowered her arms. Cupping the soft cones of wriggling flesh, she padded across the thick, pink carpet to the window.

Looking out, she could barely see more than ten feet through the snow as it drove itself against the house. Like ghostly apparitions, the snow and wind swirled and danced over and around the house covering everything with their wintry touch. Like the only ones invited to a Winter's Ball, they whirled about unconcerned that their frigid waltz was burying the town under a thick blanket of snow. Just looking out on the surging maelstrom made her shiver.

Hugging her arms around herself, she walked back over to her dresser and sat down. Looking into the mirror, she was pleased with the image looking looked back out at her. Not too bad for thirty-eight, she surmised. Leaning closer to the mirror, she examined the reflection of her face. What few wrinkles she could see were hardly noticeable at all. Smiling, contentedly, she pushed back the stool and stood up.

She always slept in the buff, even when it was freezing outside. She could trace this penchant back to her mother who always wore thick flannel gowns to bed. Not in the nineteen years she had lived with her parents could she ever remember seeing her mother naked. As with most children, she had sworn at an early age that she would sleep naked, just to spite her mother. Besides, she loved the feel of her silk sheets on her skin.

Turning around, she examined her lovely rounded ass. As she studied it, she found herself thinking that her ass looked like an upside down heart with a crack splitting it into two identical halves. Laughing softly at her own foolishness, she let her eyes travel down her long, tapered legs. They were well muscled and firm, but the muscles didn't have the stark definition of a weight lifter's muscles. They were just long, lovely legs; well proportioned, rounded, and shapely. She was more than satisfied with the results of her many hours of exercise. Finished with her examination, she sat back down.

Next, she focused her attention on her breasts. Cantaloupe-sized, they stuck out from her chest with youthful exuberance. Yet they looked heavy and ripe. Ready to be plucked. They had almost no noticeable sag to them at all as they jutted out amazingly taunt for her age. Even her big aureoles stuck out sexily forming a bulging reddish-purple cup of pebbly grained flesh tipped with big rubbery nipples the size of erasers. The big erasers found on the end of the big preschool pencils, not little ones. The jutting aureoles were not perfectly centered. They jutted out from the lower outside of the big melons, making her breasts seem bigger than they actually were and just a little cross-eyed. Crossing her own eyes, she giggled as she watched her breasts cross over each other for a moment before she relaxed her eyes and they returned their proper position.

Finally, she got up and stepped into her bathroom. Turning the water on in her shower, she waited until it was steaming hot before she stepped under the needle spray.

As she showered, she wondered if she would get any writing done while the storm was blowing outside.

She knew she was extremely fortunate to be a successful writer. The proceeds from her books gave her an independence she could never have had with other occupations. Besides that, she loved to write. Because of her creativity, she didn't have to depend upon another soul for anything. Well, almost anything else, she reminded herself as she felt a tickle of sexual excitement shiver through her pussy.

Then she found herself thinking of her twin sons, Tim and Rick. She had raised them by herself after the death of their father. They had been only a year old when he had been killed in the aircraft accident.

While she had loved her husband, his sudden demise and the resultant financial settlement from the insurance company had given her the wherewithal to pursue writing. Being a writer gave her the time to be a single parent and raise her two boys on her own. She was proud of the job she had done. Although some may have found her methods a little bizarre, she didn't feel she had to answer to anyone. She had done the best she could do, under the circumstances.

The boys were now seniors at Elkhorn High School. She was proud of them in so many ways. Both of them had made the All-State First Team Football Team last year, were on the honor roll and never gave her a moment of grief.

Besides, everywhere they went, people thought she was their older sister instead of their mother. That made her feel even more positive that she had chosen the correct path for them.

Quickly, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. Blushing guiltily, she carelessly tossed the towel on the big four-poster bed, ignoring its disarray. Bending over her dresser, she could feel her heavy breasts tug on her chest as she looked through the drawer.

Finally, she found the baby-doll gown she wanted and slipped it on.

Then she slowly crept out into the hallway. Just when had it begun, she tried to recall. She had raised her boys to be confident and unashamed of their bodies. She had even taken showers with them until they were thirteen or fourteen years old. She had never been one to hide her body from them. She didn't want them to grow up sexually inhibited like the rest of the country. She had been open and candid with their questions as they grew up, little knowing that it would eventually lead to this.

Then another quiver of anticipation ran through her body as she stopped outside of Rick's room. Recalling that he had been the true instigator of their current situation, she paused in his doorway and reminisced about the day it had happened.

The whole thing had begun auspiciously enough. Yet every detail of the event was indelibly etched in her memory. She would never forget it.

That day, she had gone to Rick's room. She couldn't remember why she had gone there or how old he was at the time. But as she had walked into his room, she found him lying on his bed, naked. Not only had he been naked, but he had an erection. He his hand wrapped around himself and was studying it closely.

Startled, she had come to an abrupt stop, staring down at him.

She could still recall their conversation, word for word: "Oh, Mom, I didn't hear you coming," he had said, but had made no effort to hide his obvious erection.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I guess I should have knocked," she had blushed.

"Mom, why does it get hard like this?" he had innocently asked her.

"Well, honey," she had said, surprised at his composure, "a man's penis gets hard like that so that, uh, so that a man can, uh, uh, well so he can put it inside a woman."

"Why?"

"That is the way babies are made."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Where does he put it in a woman?"

"Uh, well, uh, in her vagina."

"What is a vagina."

"Well," she had explained, growing more self-conscious by the moment, "it is a place that a woman has and she uses it just like a man uses his penis. And when a man puts his penis inside a woman and they make love, it is where babies are made."

"Where is it at?"

What at, Hon?" She had asked him.

"Uh, your, uh, vag, uh, vagna, thing."

"Uh, uh, it is between my legs, just like your penis is between your legs."

"What does it look like?"

"Well, uh, it, uh, it, uh... "

"What is wrong? Mommy, you're turning red! Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no," she had lied, "you just caught me by surprise. That's all."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be," she had told him, "I want you to be able to talk to me about these things. There is nothing dirty or nasty about the human body. You just surprised me, that's all."

"Uh, Okay," he had said.

"And to show you there is no reason to be self-conscious about your body," she had told him, "I'll show you my vagina."

She had impetuously volunteered to expose herself to him to try and make a point. She had wanted to prove to him that there was nothing wrong with a woman's body, but was this the way to show him? Had she overstepped the line of decency? She had wanted him to have a healthy attitude toward sex and women, but was it right to show him her vagina? She had never hidden her body from them, but this was different. Before the exposure of her body had been natural and spontaneous with no sexual undercurrent. But this, while it might teach him about a woman's body, there was a definite sexual tenor to it. What would it do to his psyche later on?

But once the proposal had been proffered, she felt she had no choice but to go through with it. She had realized that she was carrying her son's sexual education to the very limit of social acceptance.

Actually perhaps a little beyond what would be considered socially acceptable to most women. But, he was her son and it was her body.

No one had the right to tell her how to mold her own son's outlook on the relationship between a man and a woman. She wanted him to grow up completely uninhibited sexually. She had thought so then, and she still thought so now.

"You will," he had said enthusiastically.

"Yes, but if I do," she had guiltily explained, "you must promise that you will never tell anyone about it. Okay?"

"Not even Tim?"

"Well, except Tim," she had conceded, knowing that she would probably have to show him, too. The boys seemed to have no secrets between them, "But you have to tell him in front of me, so I can explain it to him, too."

"Why not anyone else?"

She had sat down on his bed and took his hand.

"You remember how I told you that the human body was beautiful."

"Uh, yes."

"Do you remember that I told you that you could dress anyway you wanted to around the house when you, Tim, and I were alone?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember that I told you when anyone else was here or when you went visiting, you had to follow their rules and dress as they dressed?"

"Yes."

"Well, this is the same. Some people have funny rules about the body.

Why some people are afraid to be undressed in front of anyone."

"Wow. Really?"

"Yes, I am afraid so, but you don't want you to grow up that way, do you?"

"No way," he had grinned back at her.

"Okay," she had told him, "you'll just have to trust me and promise to keep it our little secret?"

"I will. I promise."

And as far as she knew, he had kept his promise to this very day.

Thankfully.

"Okay, then," she had smiled at him, tenderly.

She remembered lying back on the bed and slowly pulled her dress up around her waist. She had rarely worn panties around the house back then so when her dress rustled upward, her curly patch of pubic hair had come into view. She had watched her son's Adam's apple bob up and down anxiously as he had gawked down at her belly. Then she had slowly spread her legs, unveiling her vagina to him. She could still see his face when he had gotten his first look at his birthplace.

"Wow."

"What do you think," she had asked him, fearing that he might find it ugly.

"Wow," he had answered her again as he had stared down at her secret place.

Then she had seen his penis jerk.

Then she realized that even in this semi-sterile setting, the sight of a woman's vagina, even his own mother's was sexually stimulating to him.

"It makes me feel kinda funny." he had said at last.

"I know," she had told him, "it is supposed to. It is just a natural thing."

"Even if you are my mother?"

"I'm afraid so."

Then she knew that she had to explain how it all functioned. She wanted to teach him about a woman's secret place. Show him the beauty of it.

Then she remembered the strange feeling that had come over her.

As she had reached down to her pussy, she found herself growing excited. Sexually excited. Maybe she should stop, she had thought.

But by then, she had gone too far.

She remembered she had spread the lips of her vagina apart.

She remembered pointing out the little hole of her urethra and explaining to him that she peed out of it.

"No way," he had said.

He had been engrossed in his lesson as she had explained about her big and little pussy lips. He had listened intently, hanging on her every word.

Finally, she had shown him the opening to her vagina.

"This is where a man puts his penis," she remembered saying, "and this is where you came out when you were born."

"How?" he had asked her, wheezing asthmaticly.

"It is just the way nature has made it," she had told him.

"How, how, how can a man's thing fit inside such a tiny hole?" he had huffed.

"It can, take my word for it," she had smiled at him knowingly.

"But a man's penis, uh, is, uh, even bigger than mine isn't it?"

"Well, yes, but yours will grow," she had told him.

She had glanced down at his penis then and saw that it was already five or six inches long. She hadn't known how much bigger he would get then. But even then, he was already as big as some men ever got.

And he still had a lot of growing to do.

"What is the little shiny white pea sticking out up on top?" he asked her.

Although she hadn't been able to see her clitoris, she knew that it was swollen and inflamed.

"Uh, that is my clitoris."

"Clit, uh, what?"

"Clitoris," she had said slowly, feeling it throbbing expectantly.

"Clitoris," he had repeated.

"What does it do?"

Then she had carefully peeled the skin back away from her clitoris, experiencing another tingle of pleasure trickle out from it as she did.

Then she had explained to him that it was one of the places that made women feel good when men touched it.

Then she had watched his eyes flick back down to the entrance of her vagina.

"I still don't think a man's penis would fit in such a tiny, little hole," she remembered him repeating himself.

"You mean that my thing could fit in it and it wouldn't hurt you or anything?"

"Yes, it would," she remembered saying. Rather fatalisticly, she now recalled.

"I still don't think so."

"It would," she had told him.

"Uh, can, can I touch your clitoris?" she remembered his asking.

What could she say? She had put herself in this dangerous situation and it was growing more perilous by the moment.

"Uh, I guess, uh, I guess so, but touch it softly."

She remembered how he had hesitantly reached out and gently ran his finger over the smooth, glabrous knob of her clitoris.

She had jumped when he touched her.

"Oh, did I hurt you?"

"No, oh, no. It is just very sensitive. It felt good."

Like trying to climb a glass wall, she felt herself slipping deeper into the abyss of sexual arousal.

Then, she had felt a trickle of her excitement slowly ooze out of her vagina.

She could still hear his next question ringing in her ears to this day.

"Mommy, what is that stuff coming out of your, uh, your vagina? Are you okay?"

At the same time, she had watched his penis jump again.

"Uh, well, uh, that is what a woman, uh, a woman, uh, makes inside of her vagina to make it slippery inside."

"What for?"

"So that a man's penis will slide in easily. It is what lets a man put his thing inside of a woman without hurting her."

"Can you just make it up anytime you want to?"

"Uh, well, no, uh... " She stopped, at a loss for words.

Then she saw a single, glistening pearl of pre-cum lubricant ooze out hole in the top of his bobbing penis.

"Uh, do you see this?" she said, slowly reaching over and running her finger through it, smearing it around the head of his nodding cock.

"Uh, yes, that comes out when I play with myself and I feel excited,"

he croaked.

"Well, a woman is the same way," she murmured softly, "she makes it come out when she is excited, too."

"You mean, you mean, you are excited, too?"

Then it had dawned on her just what she had told him. She had told him that she was sexually excited.

Her whole plan was blowing up in her face. It could have disastrous consequences.

Incest!

She had never thought of anything so heinous.

How could this be happening?

She remembered studying his face and seeing the confusion in his eyes.

She felt like she lying in the middle of a minefield. She was afraid to move. Danger was everywhere. She knew that she should jump up and run from the room, but she was paralyzed.

Then she had felt his finger touch the delicate skin surrounding her vagina.

"It is so soft and warm," he had whispered.

"Yes."

"It feels so good to touch it."