Chapter 1

Vicki stepped out of the hot shower, shivering in the cold air of the bathroom, and grabbed the towel. "Damn," she muttered as she began to dry herself, "when is the power going to come back on? It's cold... thank goodness the water heater is gas."

She glanced at the window as a sudden gust of wind rattled it and even though she couldn't see anything in the darkness outside, she knew the storm was still raging - snowing heavily - huge moist flakes covering everything. Removing her shower cap, Vicki shook her head and then ran her fingers through her hair. Watching herself in the foggy mirror, the candlelight giving her body and hair a sensual appearance, Vicki appraised herself.

"Hmmm... not too bad for a 37 year old broad with a nineteen year old son," she thought as she cupped her breasts in her hands and turned slightly to see her firm buttocks in the mirror. "At least I haven't gone totally to pot," she muttered to herself, "at least not yet." At 5'10" and 129 pounds, Vicki could easily pass for being in her late twenties or early thirties.

There was rap on the door. "Mom, are you through yet? I heard the shower stop," Tony called out.

"In a minute honey, was there anything on the radio about the power outage?"

"Yeah, they said it'll probably be sometime tomorrow or even the next day before we have any power," replied Tony. "They're still having line failures because of the ice and snow."

"Ok, I'll make up the bed in den as soon as I get out of here. The fireplace will keep the den warm enough for us," said Vicki. "The bedrooms feel like freezers right now."

Vicki slipped on her panties and then one of Tony's large athletic shirts that came down to the bottom of her buttocks. Then donning her robe, she went into the den where Tony helped her move the sofa over in front of the fireplace and open it. "This will sleep both of us. It may be a little cramped; it's not quite the size of a regular double," said Vicki. She laughed, "As cold as it is, we may be glad it's a little small — we can keep each other warm."

"I'll make this up while you get your shower. Once we close the door to the den, the fire should keep us pretty comfortable and we've got plenty of firewood," said Vicki. "Tony, put on your pajamas tonight, okay. At least the bottoms," she called out as Tony left the room.

She couldn't cook anything so she prepared a snack using the Hickory Farms package they got as a Christmas present. She made up a large platter of cheeses, two types of beef stick, canned sausages, crackers and opened two bottles of wine, one red and one white. She was sitting on the carpet at the end of the sofa bed when Tony came in from his shower. The fire made it so warm and cozy that she had removed her robe and was sitting there with her feet tucked up under her.

"Oh Tony, you didn't put on any pajamas." She shook her head and asked, "Are those boxer shorts all you're going to wear to bed?"

"I hate those pajamas; they get all twisted up on me. At least this will let me sleep."

"Okay, at least you're decent." She said chuckling since she knew he sometimes slept nude. "Here... I made us something to eat. It's too early to go to bed so I thought we'd make a picnic out of it here in the den — just the two us."

Tony laughed softly and sat down facing her, crossing his ankles in a lotus position. "Yeah... I like this. No TV, radio, or anything to bother us." He looked at her and said jokingly, "You know, this is the way a lot of those romance stories you like start out... two people stranded in a blizzard in a lonely cabin trying to keep each other warm."

Vicki laughed as she poured him a glass of red wine and handed it to him. "Maybe, but those two people aren't a middle-aged old lady and her nineteen year-old son."

"Ahh... Mom, you're not middle-aged — at least you sure don't look it."

"Oh, I don't? Okay, how old would you say I look and why do you think that?"

Tony laughed. "Now that is what they call a loaded question... but I'll answer it." He acted like he was studying her closely and held up his hands with his fingers raised framing her face. "Hmmm... I would say twenty-eight or twenty-nine — thirty tops." He hesitated and then continued, "You don't have a middle-aged figure." He smiled at her obviously proud of himself for dodging that bullet.

Vicki chuckled and asked, "Oh... is that so? Just what about my figure is not middle-aged?" She was enjoying this.

"Well your butt... I mean your rear-end doesn't sag... you know what I mean... it's real tight," he stammered, blushing slightly. "And, your tits... your breasts are still real nice looking."

Vicki laughed. "Well, I'm glad all those work-outs had some effect. But, when did you ever see my breasts... my tits as you call them?"

Tony turned even redder. "I've peeked a few times when you were changing clothes or coming out of the shower."

Vicki had noticed that the way Tony was sitting his penis was clearly outlined against his inner thigh by the thin material of the boxer shorts. It had been growing more clearly defined as they talked. She could see the outline of the crown very distinctly and felt some old familiar feelings in her crotch. She mentally berated herself, "Jeezzuss... Vicki, he's your son... what's wrong with you?" Aloud, she said, "Now that is what you call a diplomatic or safe answer." She laughed, "I'll bet you wish you were stranded like this with Trisha or Shirley... or is there someone new that I don't know about?"

"No, there's nobody new... in fact, there's nobody old either. I'm at loose ends right now." One of the logs shifted and fell in the fireplace. Tony started to rise, leaned forward on his hands and knees and gave his mother a quick kiss. "Besides, if I could pick someone to be stranded with... I'd pick you. Let me put another log on the fire," he said as he got up.

The fly to Tony's shorts gaped open when he stood up. It was at eye-level for Vicki and even in the dim light she could see his dark pubic hair framing a thick shaft that wasn't erect but appeared to be semi-erect. Flustered and unnerved by her body's reaction to her own son she tried to think of something else. She watched him as he put another log on the fire. "God," she thought, "he looks more like his father everyday, except he's a little taller and even better looking."

At nineteen Tony was a lean muscular six feet tall, 175 pounds, still trim from his high school sports of basketball and track. Vicki's eyes teared up as she thought how proud Anthony would be of Tony if he had lived to see him grow up, but Anthony had died in a plane crash when Tony was ten. Tony was nineteen now and in his first year at the City Junior College. She had wanted him to go to the State University, but Tony had wanted to stay at home.

As Tony sat down Vicki asked, "Don't you need a top on. It's still pretty cool in here, even with the fire."

"Naw, it's warm enough... really pretty cozy. You know I hate pajamas; they get all twisted up and wake me up," said Tony.

"Okay," chuckled Vicki, "you be good and I won't tell any of your friends that you had to sleep with your mother tonight." She had poured him another glass of wine while he tended the fire. As she leaned forward to hand it to him, her eyes glanced down to his crotch. "Oh My... I'm sorry," she said as her hand shook, spilling a little wine on the exchange. The quick glance had shown her the head of Tony's cock barely peeking out of the left leg of his shorts.

Licking the wine off his hand, Tony laughed, "That's no threat. They'd be envious of me. Some of my friends would love to get you in bed, but not for sleeping. There are a lot of other things they'd want to do."

"Tony! That's a terrible thing to say to your mother."

"Mom, it's a compliment. The guys think you're one of the sexiest women they've ever seen... heck, so do I," said Tony. He laughed softly, "You know we're just guys... we see a pretty woman — we think sex."

Vicki chuckled, "Yeah, I guess it is a compliment." She couldn't help herself; her eyes glanced again to his crotch and she thought it looked bigger and more exposed. She moved her eyes up to his face asked, "Do you get those kind of thoughts?"

Even in the dim light Vicki could see Tony blush, shift position nervously. She didn't think he was aware of how much he was showing. "Aw Mom, it may sound weird but I can't help it. I'm sorry."

"Hon, it's nothing to ashamed or embarrassed about." She chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "You're just the typical teenager with a hyper active sex drive."

"Dammit, Vicki," she scolded herself silently, "get your eyes and your mind off his cock — change the subject. He's your son!" She shifted the discussion to the weather, the storm and how her friend, Beth, might be making out with the power outage. Vicki tried to avoid looking at Tony's lap but the way he was seated kept drawing her eyes back to his crotch. Every now then he would shift his position some. Once she could clearly see the bulbous head of his cock as the leg of his shorts tented up away from his thigh. Regardless of how she mentally scolded herself, her eyes kept drifting back to his crotch.

They talked, drank the wine and ate snacks for another hour. "Well, I guess we ought to make a bathroom run and then go to bed," said Vicki. "Hon, why don't you put some more logs on the fire while I go to the bathroom, then you can go."

"My God... that bathroom is cold," exclaimed Vicki as she came back into the den. "That toilet seat was so damn cold I almost changed my mind," she said as she slipped under the covers of the sofa bed. As Tony was leaving the room, she called out to him, "You're lucky... you don't have to sit down."

Before getting into the bed, Tony put out the two coal-oil lanterns they had used for additional light — the glow from the fireplace would provide ample light for them.

"Mom, I hope the talk about you being sexy didn't upset you," Tony said as he got into the bed.

"Oh Hon, I'm not upset about it — just amazed," she said softly. "With all that young sexy stuff around you, it's surprising you'd even look at someone my age."

Tony chuckled, "Wasn't it Ben Franklin that said if a young man wants to find out about sex, he needs to get himself an older woman?"

Vicki laughed, "That sounds like something he'd say." She rose up on her elbow, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Now good-night, Hon." She nudged him with her elbow and whispered, "Go to sleep... you kids are hopeless."

As Vicki drifted off to sleep she thought about his remarks. They made her feel good... maybe she wasn't over-the-hill yet in the looks department. "It makes me feel sexy to know someone thinks that," she thought as sleep overtook her.

Vicki's pussy lips are swollen and engorged, aching for the feel of someone's hands or a hot thick prick. She wants to rub her clit but she can't do it for some reason. Now, that's better... he's rubbing the head of his prick over her clit. She feels the pre-cum leaking from the slit in the head of his huge prick; she feels the warm pre-cum running down her pussy and into the crack of her ass. Oh Lord, now he's pressing the large head of his stiff cock between the moist lips of her hot, wet, aching cunt... she can feel the large crown spreading her pussy lips as it eases its way into her hot wet passage. She wants him... she isn't sure who he is; she hasn't been able to see his face. All she can feel and see is that huge beautiful prick as it pushes its way into her willing pussy. She wants to moan as she feels it enter her. Oh God... she wants it so much; she wants him to go faster, push harder, and go deeper into her ready cunt — it has been such a long time. She strains trying to push her pussy up to meet his prick... she reaches up grabs his shoulders and pulls him down upon her body. She sees his face as her climax begins... TONY? OH MY GOD... ITS TONY!

Suddenly awake, Vicki is confused and disoriented, with her hands between her thighs cupping her pussy. She can feel the wetness and heat radiating from her moist pussy. The dream had been so real and so intense that for a moment she doesn't know where she is or what's happening.

"Oh God, it was just a dream... God what a dream," she tells herself. She feels her face flush with shame as she recalls her dream, but right now all she wants to do is relieve the ache in her loins from the interrupted climax. She gently strokes her pussy lips through the wet panties. Her panties are soaked; her hands and thighs are slick with her secretions from an aroused cunt. "My God," she thought, "I don't ever remember being this worked up, not ever." She pulls her panties to one side to let her fingers slip into the folds of her pussy. "Damn, I just want something in me," she feels her face burn as the thought enters her mind. "I wish it was Tony's cock going into my pussy... fucking me."

The fire has died down and is merely a mass of glowing embers, but it is still giving off heat and a dim light. She had been sleeping on her left side and during the night Tony had snuggled up against her, draping one arm over her. Her butt is nestled in his lap and she can feel the warmth of his body and his legs against her... he feels good.

She smiled to herself, the wine and this, their bodies spooned together, must have triggered her dream. She hasn't slept with a man since Anthony died. She hears Tony mumble something and then he pushes against her butt... she feels something sliding along the crack of her ass and poking at the back of her thighs. It's very hard and very warm. "My God," thought Vicki, "it's his prick... he's got a hard-on."