“What?” asked Julia. She was still playfully wiggling and trying to force Dan off her.
“I mean, for tonight. If we’re still stuck here tonight by then,” said Dan. “We’ll never make it with just blankets once it’s night time. It’s going to be sub-freezing in here.”
Julia was breathing heavy from their play fighting exertions. Dan was still straddling her, and could feel her body moving as she wriggled her way up. Her hips were underneath his crotch, and he couldn’t help but feel the softness of her flesh against his cock. It excited him, and he felt guilty for it, even more so because of the seriousness of their predicament.
“That’s a good idea,” said Julia. “We could put some blankets on the walls, and maybe put something into the window frame of our room. I mean, the room that me and your father were using. We’ll share it tonight.”
Dan looked at her for a second, still thinking about what would be the best route to take with the insulation, when the meaning of her words dawned on him.
“There is only one bed in that room, mom,” he said slowly.
“I know that, sweetie,” she said. “We are going to share it. Along with a double sleeping bag and a horde of blankets.”
As she finished her sentence, a strange and interesting tension settled over the room. Even though the outlook for them was still dire, Dan felt his dick begin to harden at the thought of sharing a sleeping bag with his hot mom. It was crossing a line that he had never thought about before. She was an attractive woman, and her body was that of a bomb shell, he hated to admit it, but it was totally true.
“Are you sure that would be okay?” asked Dan, timidly. “I mean, for us to share a sleeping bag, too?”
“Are you scared that I’ll bite?” asked Julia. The two of them were sitting on the couch side by side now, and she slid her hand up his thigh in a manner that was a lot more seductive than she had intended.
“No, of course not,” said Dan. “You’re right, it will be fine,”
“More than that, it will keep us warm,” said Julia. “I don’t mean to sound worried, but we might be stuck in here for a little while. If there is enough snow on top of us to require a backhoe, the nearest one is a couple of towns over, and it has to drive up a mountain.”
Dan knew that his mom was right. And beyond that, he wasn’t opposed to the idea. The two of them would be sharing a sleeping bag, and getting close. It was a prospect that seemed to excite him and his lower half more and more as he thought about it.
“Don’t worry mom, everything will be fine,” said Dan. He put his arm around her comfortingly.
“I know, honey,” she said with a tired sigh. “I know…”
They talked on the couch for a little bit more, and ended up passing another few hours by finishing their game of Monopoly. The windows gave no hint of what time it was, but the electricity and clocks still worked fine. That was their biggest boon, and having made them feel like things were going to be alright and countered their growing sense of dread and claustrophobia.
The cold was their enemy, and right as they were finishing the game up, they were also coming to the realization that it was impossible for them to do anything at that point other than try to stay warm. The gathered up pillows, blankets, and the sleeping bag from one of the storage closets and headed upstairs.
“Let’s see if we can hang up against the walls,” said Dan, shivering. “We really should have taken care of this earlier…”
“It’s fine, we’ll just do what we can now and hope it works,” said Julia. She could barely speak through chattering teeth, and had wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to stay warm.
Eventually, they got the blankets up. The also took the couch cushions and stuffed them into the frames of the windows, and then covered those with more blankets. None of it seemed to be doing much, and the two of them were still miserably cold. They took out the sleeping bag and set it up on the bed underneath the sheets and comforter.
“Alright, I guess we should try to get some sleep,” said Julia. She began taking off her sweater, pulling it up and over her head.
“Wh-what are you doing?” asked Dan, his mouth agape.
“We need to share as much of our heat as we can with each other,” she said, smiling and blushing slightly. “It’s nothing sexual, honey, and we’ll leave our underwear on. It’s just what we have to do if we’re going to make it through the night.”
“…Okay, I mean, I don’t mind,” said Dan, beginning to undress. “I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”
Dan took off his long sleeve shirt and jeans, leaving him shivering in the cold of the room in just his boxers. Somehow, his cock was completely unaware of the situation or what would be appropriate in it, and was hanging out between his legs at half-mast. He tried to breathe deep and calm himself down, but when he saw his mom climbing onto the bed in only her bra and panties, all of his efforts went to waste.
Julia’s big tits looked perfect in her bra, suspended in midair as if gravity didn’t apply to them. She was wearing matching underwear that was trimmed with pink lace. It looked incredibly soft to Dan, and he realized that he would get to find out just how soft it really was as soon as he climbed into the close confines of the sleeping bag.
“Come to bed, honey,” she whispered to him. “We’ll need our sleep, regardless of what happens,”
Dan turned out the overhead light in the room and joined his mom in the sleeping bag, totally unaware of what the night had in store for the two of them.
CHAPTER 4
The first few hours of the night passed uneventfully. Both Dan and his mother were still awake for a while after the lights had been turned out. Dan listened to his mother’s breathing, and focused on sleeping as much as he could, which was difficult, given the thoughts racing through his head.
The avalanche had struck so suddenly, and so randomly, it left Dan striving to catch up and put things into place. He had never dealt with anything like it before. One minute, he was concerned with finding fresh powder to ride on his snowboard, and the next, with his own mortality and chance of survival.
More than anything, Dan wanted a moment to relax, and let his guard down. Since the snow had come down, time for himself had been a precious commodity. The confines of the cabin made him feel as though he was trapped not just physically, but also mentally. He could tell that his mom was still awake, and knowing that her half naked, beautiful body was just inches away from his own did not help him in that regard, either.
The night was cold. Both of them radiated heat into the sleeping bag, warming it somewhat, but as the night wore on, it became apparent that it wasn’t quite enough. Dan felt himself inching closer to his mother. Julia was lying facing away from him, but her butt began to push out and back, slipping closer and closer to being in direct physical contact with Dan’s midriff.
He began to drift off, falling into a fog state somewhere in between dreams and reality. All of the thoughts and images running through his mind were erotic in nature. He couldn’t help it. The sight of his mom’s body, clothed only in her bra and panties, had taken over in his head. Dan pictured the scene of her getting undressed in his mind, only this time, she kept going. His dream was of her naked flesh, bare breasts and exposed hips, and then…
He woke up. There was a powerful ache materializing in between his legs. Dan realized that his cock was hard, harder than he had ever felt it before. His mom was asleep now, at least as far as he could tell, and she had twisted herself in a way that left her butt and thighs pushed way out, enough out that they were making contact with him and with his hardness. And it only added fuel to the fire.
Dan tried to go back to sleep, but the situation was much too arousing for him to focus on anything outside of it. He tried to relax, and think of other things, but his thoughts kept being drawn back to his mother’s busty, curvy, perfect body. It was right there in the sleeping bag, for him to enjoy and to play with. And he had to stop himself from g
oing wild.
After several dozen minutes of excruciating, sexually repressed torture, Dan finally decided that he needed to shift his mother into a less compromising position. He put his hands on his hips with the intent of moving her so that she was on the far side of the sleeping bag. She moaned as his hands made contact.
The temptation was too much for Dan to resist. He began moving, pushing his hard cock against her and pumping it between her thighs. Julia was deep asleep, and Dan got into a pretty good rhythm. The feeling was amazing and illicit. He was too horny to feel guilty, and let his hips move as though a spell had been cast over them.
After several minutes of this, he could feel and orgasm building in his loins. Dan had stopped paying any attention to his mother’s breathing, but as his pace reached a peak, he thought for a second that he could hear it quickening. He stopped momentarily, paranoia and shame sweeping through his mind, but his mom appeared to be sleeping normally.
He began rubbing against her again. It was hard for him to do it, but it was even harder for him to not. He wanted his mother, then more than ever. Being trapped in the cabin may have been a catalyst, but the situation had been a stick of dynamite for long before that, waiting for any spark to set it off.
Dan let his cock rub against his mother’s thighs, and then aimed higher, and began to push it against the panty clad entrance to her cunt. He thought he heard a moan as he began to quicken his pace. His dick slipped out the front hole of his boxers, and was pushing up against his mother’s warm flesh, naked and exposed.
It was too vivid a sensation for him to last very long. He began to explode against his mom, spraying his cum on the fabric of her panties and her sleeping bag. The realization of what he had just done swept over him almost immediately, and he had to force it out of his mind as he turned away from her. Soon after that, he was asleep.
CHAPTER 5
When Dan awoke the next morning, he was the only one in the sleeping bag. He gingerly pulled himself out of it, seeing the white frost of his breath as he felt the biting cold inflict its scorn upon him. He quickly dressed himself, throwing on his winter coat over his shirt out of necessity.
He made his way into the kitchen and saw that Julia was readying breakfast. She was also wearing her coat, and seeing her shivering as she put bread into the toaster made Dan incredibly concerned about their situation. He put on the bravest face he could muster and smiled at her as he sat down at the kitchen table.
“Morning,” he said. “Did you sleep well?”
Julia smiled at him. Behind it was a bit of the flirtatious and teasing nature that he was so used to by now, and it caused him to wonder just how much of the night she had been awake for.
“I slept very well, as a matter of fact,” she answered. “How do you want your toast?”
“Just butter it lightly,” he said. “So…has anything happened?”
Julia flashed him a curious look.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “We obviously haven’t been rescued, and I haven’t heard or seen anything interesting, in case that’s what you meant…”
“No I just meant, I mean…damn it, I don’t know what I mean. I just hate being stuck in here.”
Dan stood up from his seat at the table and looked towards the front door. The pot he had used to dig with from the previous day was still next to it.
“I know, honey,” Julia said to him. “At least we have each other. That certainly made it a little easier to fight off the cold last night.”
“Yeah, it did.” Dan couldn’t help but remember what had happened the night before. Even in her heavy winter coat, his mom was still beautiful, and he couldn’t look at her without having his mind veer off in a sexual direction.
A silence settled over the room for the moment. The pause gave the Dan a chance to feel the cold, to really feel it, completely. His fingers were almost numb from it, and he could see his mom shivering slightly as she took the toast and put it on his plate. After running some butter over it with the knife, she brought it over to him, her hand shaking as she set it down in front of him.
“Here you go, sweetie,” she said. Julia’s teeth were chattering, and Dan felt emotion begin to well up in his chest as he looked at her. How much more of this could they endure, he wondered. He picked up his toast and took a bite out of it. The butter was still chunky and frozen and roughly spread, and the bread was only lukewarm at best. Dan chewed for a moment, and then slammed his fist down on the table, angrily.
“Damn it, we have to try something,” he said.
“What can we do except wait for help?” asked his mom. “They know we’re down here, we just need to stay safe.”
“It’s not safe for us here, not with the cold,” he said. “I’m going to give the tunnel another try, maybe if I use something sharp I can chip into the snow.”
“Dan, we have no idea how much snow there is covering us,” Julia replied.
“Exactly. It might not be much at all,”
“I…I don’t think it’s a good idea,”
“I have to do it. I can’t just let this play out anymore.”
Dan walked over to the front door. His hole from the previous day was practically nonexistent, and a layer of ice from the water seemed to give the white wall an added sheen. He picked up the pot, and then holding it in both hands, set about digging into it again.
Progress was slow, but he was much more determined than he had been before. Dan had his winter gloves on, but his fingers still grew frost bitten and cold. It got to the point where he couldn’t tell if he was gripping the metal of the pot tightly, or if it was just that his fingers had frozen in position.
Minutes went by with the only sound in the cabin being the digging of ice and snow, and Dan’s heavy breathing. Julia watched on, standing behind him helplessly and saying nothing. Dan’s pace was frantic. The fact that they had seen no sign or hint of rescue did not bode well in his mind, and as far as he knew, this was their only hope.
He made it about five or six feet into the snow in the course of a couple of hours. By this time, he was unbelievably cold, shivering and chattering his teeth uncontrollably. His pace was much slower than it had been when he first started, though his determination had not faltered.
“Dan, please,” said Julia. She was sitting right outside the entrance to his little tunnel. The look on her face was a mixture of concern and surrender. “Let’s just have lunch, and try to warm up. You need to warm yourself up,”
“I need to-“
His words were cut off suddenly. The snow cracked above him, and collapsed down before he knew what was happening, submerging him in a powdery ocean of dry white flakes.
CHAPTER 6
When Dan awoke, it took him a moment to reorient himself to the situation. He was still cold, but could feel the soft fabric of the sleeping bag against his skin. He was naked, and as far as he could tell, safe.
He looked to the side of the bed and saw his mother. The scene was similar to the one the night before. She was undressing, but this time, she didn’t stop at her bra and panties.
“Mom,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh honey, it’s okay,” Julia said. She turned and looked at him as she unhooked her bra and freed her perfect breasts from their prison. Her nipples were pink and pointed from the cold, and seemed to be slightly on the small side given the size of her boobs. Dan felt his cock beginning to stir as she approached the bed.
“There was a cave in,” she said. “I told you it was a stupid idea.”
Julia leaned over him in bed as she stepped out of her panties. Her pussy was shaved, with just a hint of fuzz, most likely from the time they had been trapped in the cabin. Dan was getting excited, but still found himself completely confused and at a loss when it came to figuring out what was going on.
“Why are you…why are you getting naked?” he asked her. His voice was tired and ragged, and made him feel like he had been unconscious for some time.
“
Your body is too cold, honey,” said Julia. “I have to warm you up, or things aren’t going to end so well…”
She opened the top of the sleeping bag and began to climb into it next to him. She still had her socks on, and for some reason, that only excited Dan’s cock even more. He was also completely naked, and could feel the warmth emanating from her body as she lied down next to him.
“Mom…we’re both naked,” he said. His dick had realized the implications of this before he had, quickly filling with blood and coming to a hard erection.
“It’s okay sweetie,” said Julia. “We have to get you warm, whatever it takes…”
She brought her body against his. The feeling of his mom’s flesh pressing against him sent waves of excitement flowing through his body. She smelled good, and it took all of Dan’s willpower to keep from kissing her neck.
“There we go,” she whispered in a flirty, teasing voice. This was the mother that Dan remembered, the mother that was constantly making his life hard, in a very literal sense. Here was the woman who seemed to love putting ideas into his head, ideas about her.
“Oh god, mom,” he said. His cock was sliding against her inner thighs as the two pushed into each other. He could feel it throbbing intensely, begging for release.
“It’s okay Dan,” she said. “The most important thing is that we get you warm.”
Dan couldn’t take it anymore. He began pushing his crotch against his mom, rubbing his dick against whatever part of her it could make contact with.
“Mom,” he said. “I’m going to do it, mom,”
“Oh god,” said Julia, moaning. “Go ahead, it will be our little secret…”
Dan moved his cock closer, tapping on the entrance to her wet and inviting cunt with his hard member. Then he pushed up, and entered his mother.
Julia’s pussy was tight, and it seemed to wrap around Dan’s cock and reward it with warm satisfaction. He began to lose himself to lust, and kissed his mom passionately as he began to thrust his hips. The sleeping bag limited how much they could move, but he fought within its confines to fuck his mom as hard as he could.
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