High Anxiety Ch. 04

--- author's note - this is the last chapter I have written so far. I plan for a total of at least 6 chapters----

CHAPTER 4 -- 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."

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."

Feeling a burst of warmth at her words, he brushed some of her hair to the side as he spooned her and kissed her neck. He felt her shiver and kissed her neck again, waiting for her reaction.

"Bran... no, honey."

"It's just us in our own little special world away from the world... Ann. When the snow melts, we go back to our lives. Until then, we deserve this."

"Just kissing, honey. That's it, okay?"

"Um, I've never kissed anyone. You'll help me?"

Ann felt a swell of affection for Brandon as she rolled over to face him. His hand was still under her top, resting just above her hip. She felt no shame or hesitation as she leaned her face into his, pressing her lips against his. She parted his lips with the tip of her tongue, coaxing him to reciprocate.

Brandon opened his eyes in surprise as he felt his mother's tongue in his mouth. He shut them as he concentrated on the sensuality of the warm wetness in his mouth. It seemed Ann was coaching him into a rhythm as their tongues started to dance and the kiss deepened, becoming passionate. Brandon moaned softly into his mother's mouth, pushing his body against hers, his thigh working its way between her legs, his cock pressing against her hip through his sweatpants.

God, Ann had missed this. She felt his hardness pressing against her, but it was just kissing and their clothes were on. As they continued to make out, she grabbed his firm ass and pulled him tighter against her, rubbing against his thigh that was between her legs. She was losing herself, she knew, but it didn't seem to matter tonight.

Brandon ground his erection against her hip and moved his hand up to cup her breast, the heavy softness just as appealing from the night before. He had to see them again. He removed his hand and started unbuttoning her pajama top, waiting for her to protest. Ann just continued to kiss him, caressing his ass through his sweatpants as he freed her breasts. He pulled his mouth away from hers and dropped his head to kiss and lick her breast, sucking her long nipple into his mouth. He felt her chest rumble in pleasure in response as she softly moaned. He moved his hand down to cup one enormous buttock in his hand as he gently worked her breasts with his mouth. He moaned in aroused surprise when he felt her fingers wrap around his hardness through his sweatpants.

Ann panted as she explored the hardness of his sweatpants. What was she doing? She decided in that moment she didn't care and they would sort it out in the morning. As she made that decision, she slid her hand down his waistband, encountering the bare skin of his cock. She thrilled at the suede over steel hardness, the head sticky slick with pre-cum. She pulled her hand out of his pants and sucked the sweet fluid off her fingers, trying to keep Brandon from seeing what she was doing. Where was this going to end up tonight? Not sex. She would draw a line. Would they just grope each other under their clothes? That wouldn't be so bad. She wanted to suck his cock, though. To take him into her mouth until he exploded with pleasure, coating her tongue with his salty load.

When Ann reached down Brandon's sweatpants to take his cock into her hand, he marveled at how different someone's else's hand could feel on him. Her hand was hot and soft and so much better than his own hand. He thrust into her grip and slid his own hand into her pajama bottoms and underwear, cupping her ass cheek. The aroma that wafted out of her bed clothes was heavenly. It was musky, alluring, and awakened something animalistic in him. He crushed his mouth against hers, thrusting into her hand as he gripped her ass cheeks, starting to explore her ass crack, damp with sweat. When his probing fingers encounter the sparse hair around her asshole, he felt her roll away from his hand, onto her back, her unbuttoned top exposing her large breasts, gleaming a little with his saliva in the dim light. Still kissing her, their tongues dancing, Brandon slid his hand down the front of her pajamas, encountering her pubic hair, then large dangling pussy lips. He was shocked at how wet she was between her legs. Was this how all women were? He started to clumsily probe for her entrance with his fingers.

Ann felt fiercely desired when Bran took charge and kissed her hard, his hand sliding into her underwear to play with her ass. When his fingers got near her tight little sphincter, she shifted to give him access to her pussy. She almost moaned in frustration at his inept explorations. Why was he trying to push his fingers in her way higher than her vagina? Did he expect to find it about where his cock was on his own body? She moved her mouth off his. "Here, honey." She slid her hand down the front of her underwear to guide his fingers in their explorations.

"My opening's down here. Use just one finger, slowly at first." She felt his finger slide into her to the second knuckle and she guided it slowly in and out of her pussy. "That's it. You can add a second finger now, if you want." He did just that, Ann's hand guiding the speed and depth. "Feel how wet I am? You're doing great. Now I'm going to show you my special place." She moved his fingers up to her hooded clit. "Be gentle and take it very slow. Make circles around it, making sure your fingers are nice and lubricated. Now move the hood up and down. Oh yes, that's perfect." She continued to help him out, both of their hands in her sopping sex.

Brandon felt stupid and immature when his mother had to reach down and help him find her opening. The feeling quickly passed as she helped him finger her. He had a woman practically playing with herself with him involved. The past couple of days he had absolutely jacked off to thoughts of his mother masturbating for him and this fed into the fantasy. He was fascinated as she guided him to her clit and helped him manipulate it. He could tell it was getting her off and he tried hard to follow her movements and reactions to bring her pleasure. Ann stopped moaning and moved his hand back down to her opening. "Okay, slide two fingers inside and use the palm of your hand to try to press against my clit." He obeyed, not sure if he was doing it right. She got his fingers moving in and out of her the way she wanted but seemed to be working to find the proper clitoral stimulation she was seeking. After a minute or two of moving and adjusting, he felt his mother start to absolutely grind against his hand and he thought he had the rhythm she was looking for. Sure enough, she soon shuddered and cried out, her pussy impossibly getting even wetter.

"God, that was perfect, Bran." She lay on her back, spent as Brandon lay on his side with his hand in her underwear. "I'm going to do something for you, Bran, but don't watch me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Um, just close my eyes?"

"Yes, but lay on your back."

Brandon lay on his back, wondering why she didn't want him to watch her giving him a hand job. He gasped slightly as he felt her pull his sweatpants down around his thighs, then completely off. Was she going to... fuck him? He felt strand of long hair tickle his shaft and balls, then hot breath on his cock head. Fuck, she was going to suck him off?

Ann was poised over Brandon's cock, the head and shaft shiny with the pre-cum she had smeared all over him stroking him inside his sweatpants. She inhaled his scent, burying her nose in his pubes. It was clean and earthy and made her pussy tingle. She rubbed his length on her face, kissing the shaft with gentle pecks, savoring the build up to his release that she craved. She asked him not to look at her to minimize somehow the taboo act they were committing. Now that she was down here, his cock in her face, she had a desire for her son to watch her pleasure him. Not able to wait any longer, she slipped his glans past her lips into her warm wet mouth. She tongued his slick head, sucking on it gently, savoring the sweet taste of his arousal and suede texture on her tongue. She ever so slowly took him deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time until he filled her mouth, threatening to gag her. She pulled back off him and moved his length again into the wet pleasure of her mouth. On the third journey deep past her lips, she felt him tense up and smiled to herself.

"Shit! Mo.. Ann!" Her mouth had been heaven. Laying there with eyes closed, he tried to imagine what his cock looked like sliding past her luscious lips, but then got lost in the sensations, focusing only on the pleasure. Before he knew what happened, his climax seized him. He cried out his warning as the first spurt of hot semen shot into her mouth.

Ann moaned as the salty release spurted deep into her mouth. She knew to work him with her mouth and hand through his orgasm, five, then six jets of hot cum coating her tongue and teeth. The taste was mostly neutral, with a slight bitterness she had come to love. Proud of herself and feeling sexy and desired, she didn't swallow, and instead lifted her head, finding Brandon staring at her. She opened her mouth wide to show him his release. She dipped her fingers into her mouth, pulling up a saliva-slick bubbly rope of jizz that hung off her fingers. She sensuously licked it off while he watched her, stunned.

Brandon had never seen a more erotic sight in his entire life. Even after blowing his load and losing his arousal, what he was witnessing was beyond anything he had ever fantasized about. "God, I love you so much... Ann."

"I love you, Bran. Now let's lay down under the covers and hold each other, okay?"

"Yeah, let's do that."

They were both naked from the waist down and lay on their sides facing each other. Bran broke the silence. "That was the most amazing experience of my life. Sorry I came so quick."

It was, hon. And don't worry about that. You didn't leave me hanging and it meant I was doing a good job." She winked at him and Bran caught the aroma of his semen on her breath as she spoke to him. Surprisingly, it didn't repulse him. It made him feel... included, like they had shared a special secret. It was... intimate.

Bran shifted and spoke, "Turn over so I can spoon you." Ann rolled on her side and Brandon curled around her. She felt loved and satisfied in a way she hadn't experienced for years. She was still a little drunk and wondered how she would feel in the morning, but that was a problem for tomorrow.