They sat down to eat and Brandon screwed up his courage to broach the previous evening’s disaster. “Mom, I know how you feel about last night and I plan to respect it, okay? But, I have to tell you, sitting in the dark, watching the snow fall with the person I care about more than anyone in the world was the most special experience I’ve ever had.”
“Bran, honey…”
Bran interrupted, “Mom, I said I plan to respect what you said. Let’s just talk through what was good. When we danced together Friday, watching you experience that joy, prompted me to speak my truth to you. You’re an amazing woman. Not just amazing mom, but an amazing woman. And last night, the closeness I felt. I can’t even describe how much I love you.”
Ann listened to her son’s words, feeling a swell of love in her chest and a blush on her cheeks at his words. She poured herself a second glass of wine as she mentally warred with herself, wanting to hear more of his words, but knowing she should shut him down. She decided she would try to keep the conversation going, but in a safe way.
“Last night was special, until we made some poor decisions. But I agree with you. The moment in the dark watching the snow was… magical. You are a really special young man, Bran.” Ann sipped her wine, looking at Brandon’s face, trying to gauge if he was going to respect their boundaries or not.
“Seriously, mom. I can’t imagine how my life would be without you. You’re always there for me. You’re my super woman.”
Ann blushed again, loving hearing his words. She finished her glass and pored another, feeling much warmer, whether from his words or the alcohol, she didn’t know. They continued to share their feelings for one another as they finished dinner, dancing around Ann’s platonic boundary. She eventually polished off the bottle and they cleaned up the kitchen together.
“Mom, I am fucking freezing.”
“Bran! Language.”
“Sorry, mom. Are you not freezing your ass off?”
“Yes, it’s colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra, Bran.” Ann burst out laughing at her profanity as Bran gaped at her, open mouthed. She felt drunk, for sure.
“OMG, mom. You are hilarious.”
“Yes, I can be, huh?” She twirled around in a self-congratulatory dance.
“So, here’s the thing, mom. I do not want to sleep in my fricken’ parka tonight. We should share a bed.” Bran quickly spoke back up as his mom tried objecting. “We’ll be clothed, mom. It won’t be weird, okay?”
“Clothed. Fully. And no more weirdness between us, right?”
“One hundred percent, mom. I just want to be warm.”
Ann’s misgivings disappeared at Brandon’s plea. “Okay, we’ll get ready for bed. Fully clothed.” Ann headed to her room, swaying slightly with the effects of the alcohol.
Brandon, in his room, plotted what he was going to wear. He ended up wearing sweatpants with no underwear beneath them, and a t-shirt with a sweatshirt over it. It really was cold. Ann put an extra blanket on her bed then changed into the flannel pajama outfit from the night before. She almost left her bra on, but took it off. For comfort, right?
They lay in bed together, on their backs in the cold dark room, waiting for their body heat to warm the bedding.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night, mom. Not the stuff we did. Just the cuddling in the dark watching the snow. The moment we shared. I didn’t want it to end.”
“I felt the same way, sweetie. I didn’t want it to end.”
“Um, what if we just make this snowed in experience our special little moment? Our retreat from the world. When the snow melts, we go back to the busy little moments of life. Until then, we have this little escape from the world. Just the two of us.” Brandon rolled on his side and wrapped his arm around Ann, just under breasts, holding her close.
Ann contemplated Brandon’s words, the alcohol making her feel oh so relaxed, but not sleepy. It sounded… marvelous. Perfect, even. Not that she thought he was suggesting sex stuff, but the closeness. The feeling of intimacy. To recapture that special moment. To extend it for as long as they could. “That sounds like heaven, sweetie.”
“Want me to spoon you?”
“That would be nice, Bran.” Ann rolled onto her side, feeling Bran’s arm stay around her as he pressed his chest into her back, his thighs against the backs of hers. The bedding was now warm under the blankets as they cuddled.
Brandon stroked his hand up and down his mother’s torso over her pajama top.
“That feels nice, honey.”
At her words, Brandon felt his cock harden against her rear end and adjusted it so it was flat against his stomach, but the bottom of the shaft pressed against her ass crack. “Shit, sorry, mom. I can’t help it.”
“Just don’t grind it against me or anything and we’ll be okay. This feels nice, you holding me. Just our special snow day away from the world. Tell me more about how much you love me, Bran.”
Brandon slipped his hand under her pajama top, continuing to run his hand up and down her torso, being careful to stay away from her breast. He whispered, fearful he would push her past her point of comfort and he was very careful to not call her mom. “You are so beautiful. When you smile, it lights up a room. Actually, it lights up my life. You’re my light. Do you like being someone’s light?”
“I do, Bran. I would do anything for you. You’re the special man in my life.”