Monday Snow Day
The next morning, Ann’s alarm woke her up for work. When she got out of bed, it was cold in the room. When she tried to turn on the light, nothing happened. What the hell? She opened the blinds in her room to get some light and gasped. Not only had it snowed all night, it was still coming down. The snow looked to be an astounding 3 feet deep or possibly more. She grabbed her phone, noting it was about three quarters charged, and scrolled for news on the weather. Power was out all over the city and most businesses were closed. Ann dialed her boss and confirmed the grocery store was closed for today as the storm was still dropping snow. She frowned a little as she realized she would stuck in close quarters with Brandon after the previous night. She wasn’t sure she was ready to face things yet.
Brandon woke and went through the same series of discoveries as his mother with the weather and the cancellation of school. He put on sweats and a heavy sweater to ward against the chill of the house and headed to the kitchen, a knot of sadness in his stomach as feelings of rejection and loss still permeated his being.
Breakfast was a quiet affair. After some perfunctory comments about the weather they ate in contemplative and uncomfortable silence. Finally, Brandon forced himself to try to normalize things between them.
“So, if the power stays off… how are we gonna cook anything?”
“We have some deli meat in the fridge and fruits and veggies. We’ll be okay. If worse comes to worst, we have a camping stove in the back of a closet somewhere.”
“What about heat?”
“We have sweaters and extras blankets. We’ll be fine, Bran.”
The day passed slowly with no computer or television distractions due to the power outage, both Brandon and Ann minimizing cell phone use to save their batteries. Ann read, Brandon worked through his printed out D&D character sheets and napped. A cold cut lunch in the darker than usual and quiet house helped create a somber atmosphere. Late afternoon, with the snow still coming down, Ann rummaged around a closet and pulled out the camping stove.
“Let’s reheat that spaghetti for supper, Bran, and I am damn sure having a glass of wine this time. There’s no way we have work or school tomorrow. And thank God our water heater’s gas. I’m gonna take a hot bath then I’ll work on dinner.”
“Sounds good, mom.” Bran’s deflated spirits perked up with the mention of his mother drinking wine. Bran was horny as hell from the night before and he knew he was going to make another move on his mother. In fact, when she headed to the bathroom, he followed her. Their house was old and the interior doors had keyholes. He had never thought to try to spy on his mother before, but he was going to try to get an eyeful now.
Brandon knelt in front of the closed bathroom door, his pulse pounding and his cock throbbing as it tented his sweatpants. He was so fucking horny. He leaned forward and peered through the keyhole, seeing his mother leaning over to test the bath water as it ran out of the faucet. She was in bra and panties and the sight of her large ass cheeks covered in her cotton panties had him pulling his cock out of his sweats and start stroking it, smearing shiny slickness over his cock head from the pre-cum leaking out. He watched her stand up and reach behind her to remove her bra, giving Brandon his first look at tits in person. They looked as they felt from the night before, enormous, pendulous. Her areolae were large and brown against her pale skin. Brandon carefully spit into his palm and stroked his cock with long slow strokes. He noticed he could see the texture of his mother’s pubic hair through the thin material of her panties and there were dark hairs protruding from where the cotton met her inner thighs.
Brandon held his breath as he waited for Ann to remove her panties. He hand gripped his cock tightly as he stroked it. When she pulled her panties down and kicked them off to the side, Brandon saw the dark tangle of pubic hair that tantalized him from Friday. From his low vantage point, he could see two large dark lips dangling down from the nest of hair between her legs. When she turned around, he saw her large ass and had to keep himself from moaning at the swell of her hips and the long crack of her ass. When she bent over to get into the tub, he saw that her pubic hair continued down to her butthole, not hiding it, but circling it. The sight sent him over the edge.
Brandon panicked as his orgasm became imminent. Where was he going to shoot his load? He quickly put his other hand in front of his cock head and looked back through the keyhole as his mother slid into the hot bath water. He felt the thick warm fluid hitting his hand as he jacked his cock to the sight of his mother’s ass and pussy hair disappearing into the tub. He leaned away from the keyhole, spent, and contemplated the mess dripping off his hand onto the floor. He padded into the kitchen and washed his hand and cock off, sneaking back to the door to clean up the jizz that had dripped off his hand onto the floor.
After Ann bathed, she worked to prepare a dinner of leftovers on the camp stove and Brandon took a hot shower to try to warm up. The old house was freezing and even after the shower and putting on layers of clothes, Brandon was cold enough to wear ear warmers inside.
“Bran, hon, can you set the table please? And do you want me to pour you just a little wine to taste?”
Brandon, thinking about how the more his mom drank, the better, replied in the negative. “No thanks on the wine, mom. Setting the table right now.”