Marooned Christmas Pts 7, 8, and 9

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Chapter 7

"Well..." Mom yawned and stretched. My gaze, of course, never lingered from her bare tits as they moved proudly with her movements. "Oh, my gosh. You look like you're worshiping them." Mom stood and began clearing our game from the coffee table. She bent toward me, and her boobs swung ponderously below her. "Well, it's time for bed. Are you going to help me or what?"

"Yeah... yeah..." I nodded and got to my feet. We cleaned up and set up our bed the same as the night before, right in front of the fire. After brushing teeth, I turned off the water and drained the pipes for the night, and we settled in.

Mom got into bed first while I was still building the fire to a blaze. She had the covers up to her neck, her head on the pillow. Her eyes reflected the dancing flames. "You look so strong working on the fire, sweetie. I really appreciate all that you're doing for us."

"Of course." Finished with the fire, I undressed, stripping down to my underwear. I slipped under the covers before the cold could find me. My mother's soft, warm body was more inviting than anything I could remember.

"Careful, mister. Don't grope me." My mother pushed my hand away from her butt. "We can be close for warmth but nothing weird." I heard her mutter something about "grabby men."

"Nothing weird," I agreed. My dick raged against the confines of my underwear.

"Turn around, Logan. I'll spoon you." Mom stared into my eyes. Our faces were only inches apart. I could have kissed her if I wanted. But I couldn't risk ruining things, so I remained in control.

"Sure, Mom." I rolled over and scooted my butt back into her hips. Her heavy tits rested wonderfully on my back. Her nipples didn't feel hard to me. She must have warmed up under the covers nicely. "We good?"

"Yes, good night, sweetie." She rested her hand on my hip.

"Good night, Mom." I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the closeness. Despite my erection, I quickly drifted off to blissful slumber.

~~

I was ripped from sleep by a loud thump. I heard my mother shriek, and I reached out for her. She was still next to me in bed. "What is it?" I sat up. The fire had died down, but flames were still flickering. It hadn't been that long since we'd gone to bed.

"Someone's at the door," Mom squeaked.

The front door rattled with a loud thump. There was what sounded like a roar outside. The door rattled again.

"Not someone. It's an animal." I stood, picked up a log from the pile by the hearth, and put the end in the fire.

"What are you doing?" My mother retreated further under the blanket.

"Animals don't like fire." I remembered something. "They don't like people. It can probably smell our food and feel the warmth coming from the cabin. It should be hibernating. If it's awake, it's probably hungry. We just need to scare it. If we yell, it'll go away."

Without any pause, my mother and I both started screaming nonsense at the creature at the top of our lungs. I was just yelling for it to take a hike when the door burst inward, the frame splintering.

The bear took two steps into the cabin and stopped. Its brown eyes stared into mine. There was a long pause. Then, it rose to its hind legs, lifting itself far above my height. Its roar shook the cabin. Some part of my mind heard my mother's frenzied screaming. Some other part of my mind was getting ready to die without even touching her boobs again. But most of my mind was directing my arm to reach for the log I'd put in the fire. It came out in my hand with the far end ablaze. I screamed and charged the bear, swinging the flaming log at it.

I guess the warmth of our cabin wasn't worth it for the beast. The bear turned and ran out of the cabin, partially caving in the snow tunnel I had dug. I stood staring at the open doorway, looking at the snow that had slid into our cabin. My mind was a complete blank.

"Logan... Logan?" Mom was by my side, naked but for her panties. "Are you hurt?" I felt her hands on my chest. I looked into her wide, frightened eyes.

"Mom... I chased away a bear." I stepped over to the fire and tossed my makeshift weapon back onto the flames.

"Are you okay?" The lines on my mother's face were etched with worry.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Come help me bar the door. It's getting colder in here." I went to the front door and closed it. Thankfully, it still hung plumb, although the lock wouldn't catch anymore. I tossed away some broken wood, and we pulled the sofa in front of the door. That seemed to hold it securely.

Mom went back to bed and waited for me while I got the fire blazing again. "You were so brave, Logan." Her voice was brimming with pride. The sound filled me with warmth. I returned to bed.

"You're shaking, Logan. Are you okay?" Mom's voice moved from pride to concern.

I listened to the fire crackle and pop for a few seconds, shivering the whole time. "I guess I'm cold."

"You're in shock, honey." Mom pulled me into an embrace, our foreheads touching. She wrapped her legs around mine. If she noticed my monster erection bumping up against her hip, she didn't say anything about it. "Shh... Mommy's here. You were so brave. You saved us."

"Thanks, Mom," I mumbled. I was very glad the bear hadn't eaten us. If he had, I would never have felt my mom's soft tits press up against my chest as they were. I let her comfort me until, eventually, we both drifted off to sleep.

~~

I woke in the early morning. The fire had died down to embers. My mother's warm, perfect body was pressed against mine. I thought about getting up to build the fire again, but opted instead for the warmth of our bed.

Suddenly, the memory of the bear hit me. I stopped breathing and looked at the front door. It was dark, but I could tell the sofa was still in place. Of course, if the bear had come back, I'm sure I would have noticed when it started eating me in my sleep. I shivered and snuggled closer to my mother, letting her boobs shift and settle against my chest.

I was alive, nearly naked, and pressed against my mother. The bear hadn't ruined anything but the lock on the door. As the fright passed, I focused on my mother's soft curves. My dick sprang to life. I shifted a bit until the head of it was above the waistband of my underwear. I moved a little more and suddenly my glans was touching my mother's warm, bare belly. An electric shock went through me. I didn't dare move. I stayed perfectly still, feeling that skin-to-skin contact acutely. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing stayed slow and even. She looked pretty sleeping in the faint glow coming from the embers. I was completely enchanted. Eventually, I drifted back off to sleep.

~~

"Wake up, Logan." Mom was already up and dressed. She was wearing her outside gear, and I could see why. It was freezing in the cabin. "We need to restart the fire."

I crawled out of bed and immediately felt the cold bite into my exposed skin. "Why is it so much colder in here this morning?" I dressed quickly, shivering as I pulled my clothes on.

"The door." She pointed to where light was peeking in through the broken frame. "We've gotten drafty."

"We'll have to do something about that. But first, let's get warm." I settled in at the hearth and built the fire back up until it was roaring. After that, we had breakfast, turned on the water, and washed up as best we could. When we were ready to face the day, we moved the sofa and inspected the door.

"Dad could fix this." I moved some long pieces of splintered wood out of the way.

"Even your father would need his tools. And probably some new lumber, too." Mom was still wearing her hat and jacket. She put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Obviously if the bear comes back, we're not stopping it from getting through the door. I mean, it came right in when the door was fully functional." She nodded at the pile of splinters I was making. "But we need to stay warm. We can't let a draft in here."

"Well, I guess we need to insulate the gap." I nodded. Using a spare blanket, scissors, and a needle and thread, we managed to make something that was easy to insert into the gap when the door was closed. It only took us a couple hours to complete the task. When we were finished, we both stared at our handiwork, smiling.

"I'm very proud of you, Logan." Mom walked back over by the fire. "Help me move the bed, we can play some games or something."

"Sure." I helped her drag the mattress out of the way and set up. "What game do you want to play?" I was reviewing the shelf of board games. "Chess?" She didn't respond. "Mom?" I turned to see her standing backlit by the roaring fire. She had removed her top while I had my back turned. I marveled at her tits as if I was seeing them for the first time. Her shoulders and arms were thin and delicate. Her breasts sloped dramatically out to large pink nipples and areolae. A lattice of blue veins was evident under her pale skin. My heart sung, and my dick raged at the sight.

"Um... Logan..." Mom was chewing on her bottom lip. Her shoulders were slumped with indecision. "You were very brave last night. I thought... I thought the most horrible things were about to happen. And then you... my shining knight... you chased that thing away. I'm in awe of you." She put a hand on her belly like she was feeling queasy.

"Thanks, Mom." I shrugged and gave her a tight smile. "I was just protecting you."

Her eyes lit up at that. A broad smile slowly built its way to brilliance on her face. "You... um... you deserve..." She cleared her throat and put her hands on her tits, hefting them as if to show me their weight. I realized she was purposely mimicking what I had done with them when she first let me touch them. "Logan... I said that the ladies wouldn't be available for normal, everyday things that you would do anyway. But for fighting a bear... well... you deserve to be happy, Logan. What would you -?"

I didn't let her finish the question, interrupting her, "I would love to see you suck on your nipple. You said that you do it for Dad sometimes."

"Well... if you really want to see that." She looked away from me as she lifted her boob up and turned her nipple upward. She dropped her chin, paused, sighed, and stared at her nipple.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Logan. Just give me a second. This is a big ask." She kept her focus on her tit, staring down at it. After what seemed like an eternity, she lowered her lips and sucked her nipple into her mouth.

I was hoping she would moan or something, but she was mostly silent as she worked her nipple with her mouth. My whole body was rigid, especially my cock. I could faintly hear the soft, wet sounds of her lips working over the crackle of the fire. After about thirty seconds, she seemed to relax. I won't say she looked like she was enjoying it, but she didn't seem as uptight. I worked hard to remember every detail, from the way her fingers depressed the flesh of her tits, to the way her full lips gently suckled.

Eventually, she removed her mouth from her tit, let her breast fall with a shake, and glanced at me. "I suppose you need to use the bathroom now."

"Yeah, you're right." I bolted for the bathroom.

She let out a happy, little laugh. "Enjoy yourself, sweetie. You earned it."

"Thanks, Mom." I slammed the bathroom door, stripped, and went right to fapping.

Chapter 8

"You were in there for a long time." Mom sat in an armchair. She was topless, and clearly enjoying the heat of the fire on her skin.

"Yeah... um..." My cheeks heated up. I wasn't sure what to say, so I told her the truth. "I was worked up. I had to do it twice."

"Oh, my gosh." Mom's eyes widened, and she glanced at my crotch. There wasn't much to see, my dick was slumbering again. "Logan... I can't know that."

"I just thought..." My cheeks grew redder. "Sorry."

Mom let out an awkward laugh. "Well, I'm just glad that you were happy with your reward. You saved our lives. You deserved it."

"Mom... I..." I thought about pressing my luck. But the moment didn't feel right. There was discomfort in the air. Which was, of course, my fault.

"Yeah?" She lifted an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Nothing. I just love you, that's all." I walked over to our game table and sat down. "Stratego?"

"Sure, Logan. But I'm going to beat you. You're too aggressive with your high-ranking pieces." She made a motion like an explosion with her hands.

"What can I say? You make me explode." I was pushing it.

"Logan..." Her voice was stern. It was odd to see her narrow her eyes and shake a finger at me while her boobs jiggled happily with the motion. "... don't push it."

"Sorry." I gave a chagrinned grin, which seemed to settle her down. We played several rounds of Stratego, then took a break for lunch. Mom dressed for that, since we ate in the kitchen, a little farther away from the hearth. She put on her top layers, sans a bra.

"I'd like to go for a walk." She glanced at me. "I can tell from your reaction that you think that's a bad idea." She daintily munched a cracker and sighed. "It is a bad idea. That bear could still be out there."

"If it's not hibernating, it's desperate." I nodded. "The thing really wants to eat us. Best not to make easy targets out of ourselves."

Mom shuddered. "It was desperate, wasn't it?" Her face softened as she looked into my eyes. "But you drove it away. How did I raise such a hero?" The fear left her, pushed out by beaming pride. "That was special. You know, I don't think your father ever saved my life." She let out an easy laugh.

"It was a special moment." I was going to go for it. The moment seemed ripe. "We should celebrate it some more."

"Wine?" She grabbed a bottle and the opener, poured us a couple glasses, and we clinked them together.

I sipped from my glass. "This wine is good. But I was thinking of something else. Since I went above and beyond, and you know what makes me happy..."

"Logan..." Mom narrowed her eyes and took a gulp of wine. "Be careful."

"I only want to touch them, Mom. That would make me ecstatic." I grinned hopefully. "We did it earlier. It wasn't a big deal." I watched her close her eyes. She had to steady her wineglass as her body spasmed with a sudden shiver.

"I suppose... it's only fair." She opened her eyes, looked down at my pants, and raised an eyebrow in a startled expression. "Really, Logan? You just relieved yourself." She pointed to the way my hard cock strained against my pants.

"I'm already getting ecstatic thinking about it."

"Well, hold your horses." Her smile was tight and contained. "We're going to finish our lunch, and enjoy each other's company first."

"Right, of course!" I buzzed my way through the rest of lunch. It wasn't the wine. I was high on anticipation. My mother's perfect tits were about to be in my hands again. Somehow, I managed to engage her in small talk, mostly about my sisters.

When we finished lunch, Mom took her glass of wine over to the fire. She set it on the hearth, and slowly removed her upper layers. I was busy cleaning up in the kitchen, but I kept darting my gaze her way as more and more of her alabaster skin came into view. I finished my chores and quickly joined her by the fire.

"Okay." Mom was topless now, standing in front of the hearth. Despite the fire's heat, I think she was cold. Her nipples were quite obviously hard. Arms by her side, she waited. Her forehead creased with confusion. "Let me take another sip, then we can start." She picked up her wineglass, drained it in uncharacteristic fashion, and put it on a side table. She fiddled with her hands, standing and waiting for me. "Five minutes, okay? Only five minutes."

"Sure, Mom." I remembered what she'd liked the last time. If I pushed her buttons, could I go longer than five minutes? I thought that was possible. I took a deep breath and tried to think confident thoughts. You're the guy that chased a bear out of the cabin last night. You can do anything. I stepped up to her, gently pushed her hands out of the way, and took hold of her tits.

"You're doing the weigh-in again?" Mom gave a sardonic snort.

"I just love how heavy they are." I stared at the way my hands deformed her spongy flesh.

"Right." She rolled her eyes in what I hoped was mock disgust. "Well, keep bouncing them like udders. You've got four minutes left."

That was a fast minute! "Okay, I'll try something else." I've slept with a lot of women. I paid close attention every time, and I think I've picked up a thing or two. Using that knowledge, and what I learned the last time I had hands on Mom's magnificent mammaries, I turned my attention to her nipples.

Suddenly, my mother got very quiet. I couldn't even hear her breathing for a little while, then her lips parted, and she let out a sibilant exhale. I looked up quickly. Her eyes were glassy. She looked dazed and a little bewildered. The expression on her face was as erotic as her magnificent boobs. I gazed at her full lips. What would it be like to kiss her? I didn't risk finding out.

Time passed. Her breathing got shallower. I'm happy to report that the five-minute deadline was quickly forgotten. When I looked up at the clock, I found that I'd been playing with her nipples for twelve minutes. "Mom?"

"Hmmmmm?" Her left eyelid was fluttering. She didn't make eye contact. Instead, she stared blankly into the middle distance. "Logan?" My name came out of her mouth as hardly more than a whisper.

"Can I...?" I rolled her nipples in a way that she seemed to particularly enjoy. Her eyelid fluttered faster, and she shook with a sudden shiver. "Can I suck on them?" I said.

"Oooohhhhh... Logan..." Her gaze slowly shifted to meet mine. "Noooooooo."

"Please, Mom? Think of me charging that bear." I smiled serenely.

Her gaze grew more distant again. Her chin gave the slightest nod. I took it as her approbation. Without giving her time to reconsider, I removed my left hand from her tit and closed my lips on her nipple. Even though I had been doing the protecting on this trip, I immediately felt safe and secure suckling at her breast. It was like she'd dropped some sort of motherly protective shield around me. I rolled her large nipple with my tongue, closed my eyes, and gave myself totally to the moment. When her hand cupped the back of my head, I thought I might faint from pleasure.

"Logan... Logannnnnn... Looooogggannnnn," she whispered. "My... sweet... Looogggannnn." She gently stroked my hair, holding my head to her breast.

My cock raged against my pants. I made sure to keep it from pressing up against her. I didn't want anything to break the spell that had fallen over us. Each second that passed was time spent in heaven. But, unfortunately, we live on Earth. And the moment had to end. Eventually, she tenderly pushed on my shoulders, dislodging me from her breast.

"Okay... okay... that's enough." Mom picked up her top. I thought she was going to put it back on, but she just used it to wipe the saliva off her breast. Then she folded it and put it back down. "Well, that was a lot more than five minutes." The smile on her face was thin and unsure of itself. She glanced at the clock. "Oh, my gosh. Forty-five minutes? I feel so..."

"That was awesome, Mom. I felt so close to you just now." I worked hard to maintain eye contact and not let my gaze settle on her boobs.

"You're grinning like an idiot, Logan." She pressed her lips together, trying to compose herself. "Do you need to use the bathroom again?" She glanced at the tent in my pants and blushed.

"Yeah." I nodded, but didn't go. I couldn't bear to leave her presence just yet.

"Well, then. Go take care of it, buster. We can play some more Stratego when you get back." She dismissed me with a wave.

"Right... okay..." I started to head to the bathroom, but paused, and turned toward her. "You don't mind that I'm fapping in there?"

She curled her lip in disgust. "I don't mind as long as we don't talk about it. I've been married a long time, Logan. I know about a man's needs. Just... go... okay?"

"Okay." I left her for the bathroom. I fapped while replaying the protected feeling I'd captured at her breast. Even though it was the third time that day, my orgasm was huge. I ended up having to clean cum off the bathroom mirror when I was done.

When I returned to the living room, I refilled our wine glasses, and we played games. Mom stayed topless. I spent a good deal of my time watching the small jiggles that shook her boobs every time she moved a piece on the board. We didn't discuss what had happened with the bear or her tits. We kept things to game-related banter and some family small-talk. We got up and stretched our legs in the evening. Somehow, we'd polished off two bottles of wine. We were both a little tipsy, so I decided to try again. "Can I have another suck, Mom?"

"That was enough for one day, Logan." She glanced at my crotch. There was no tent in my pants. A look of relief passed over her eyes. "The next time you save my life, I'll let you do that again." She followed that up with an awkward laugh.

She put on her top layers without a bra, and we went to the kitchen. We cobbled together some dinner that was mostly vegetables. When she went to open another bottle of wine, her inebriated hands lost their grip. The bottle banged on the counter and bounced toward the floor. I reached down and caught it before it hit.

"Wow, thanks, Logan. You're a lifesaver." She stared at me with wide eyes, a hand over her heart.

I handed her the bottle. "Life saver? Does that mean...?" I smiled hopefully, not thinking she'd go for it. Saving a bottle of wine wasn't the same as charging a bear.

"What... because of what I said about saving my life? I..." Mom let out a nervous giggle. "I... um... okay... fine," she squeaked. "But... after dinner, okay?"

"Um... yeah..." My head nearly exploded. I was going to suck on her tits again. I wanted to jump up and down and pump my fist. Instead, I nodded with decorum and smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

Mom blushed profusely. "Okay, help me cut this celery." Mom glanced nervously at my crotch again. I think she saw the tent there, because she quickly looked away.

The conversation over dinner was stilted. I was too excited to focus on small talk. And mom was... feeling whatever she was feeling. It looked like trepidation to me, but she didn't try to back out. When we were done eating, we cleaned up together. My whole body buzzed from alcohol and anticipation. It was almost time for dessert.

Chapter 9

Dinner came to a close, and the small talk died down. Eventually, eager to get to dessert, I got up and started cleaning our dishes. Mom sat, resting her chin on her hands. When she spoke, her words were quiet and hesitant. "When you saved us... you were so brave. That was special. And..." She looked over at me and cleared her throat. Her smile was thin and unsure. "And when you... were back at my breast earlier, I think we both know that felt special." She didn't say anything more.

"Yeah?" I went back to the table and sat in my chair, looking her in the eyes. "You're right. I felt close to you. Like you were surrounding me with love." Honesty seemed the best policy. I was hoping she was about to open herself to even more stuff, but her face tightened. I could tell she was having some inner turmoil.

"Logan, what I'm saying is that we've bumped up against some powerful moments here and we..." She pressed her lips into a tight line as she thought. "We have to be careful. We have to stay in control. I'm doing these things for you... because they make you happy. But... I'm not some girl you're dating. Your end goal can't be to get into my pants."

"I would never. I -" I started.

"One minute, I'm not done." She held up a finger to silence me. "What I'm saying is that we have to be careful with you... touching me. We can't get carried away. I love your father and you... well, I've known you for twenty years. You came out of me, for goodness sakes. You're grown up now, so we have to be..." Her voice died away.

"'Careful', I know." I nodded. "We won't get carried away, Mom."

"I'm glad you understand, Logan." Her smile looked more natural.

Ten minutes later, she was topless, standing in front of the fire. My tongue was running circles around her right nipple, while my right hand reflexively squeezed her left tit. She had her hands cupping my head, running her fingers through my hair. I felt warm and protected, and she felt... I wasn't sure what she was feeling exactly, but she was cooing a lot and saying my name under her breath.

My left hand was unoccupied. Without thinking, it went to her bare waist, right above her pant line. She didn't say anything about it, so slowly, I crept my hand around her, until I was holding the delightful curve at the small of her back. I had been with many women, but it's quite possible that my mother was the sexiest of all of them. Or maybe that was just because she was such an awesome mom.

"Logan... the way you're holding me... you're so strong... and brave. I... uuuuggghhhh..." She shuddered and never finished that thought.

"Mmmmm... mmmmm..." I hummed contentedly into her tit. There was a brief moment when I considered lowering my left hand to her ass. It was so close, and I was curious what those round globes would feel like. But I jettisoned the idea. There was no reason to push her boundaries any further. I had the small of her back. I had her tits. What more could a son want? We continued like that for a long time.

The fire was dying down by the time she pushed me away. "Okay... okay... Logan... that was... good." Her cheeks flushed. "Good for you, I mean." She didn't wipe the saliva off her tits this time. Instead, she turned her breasts toward the heat of the embers and let them air-dry. "It's late. Let's set up the bed and build up the fire."

We went through what was becoming our normal bedtime routine. At this point, I hoped they never plowed the road. Well, maybe not never. We would run out of food eventually. With only our lower underwear on, we shivered under the covers for a few minutes, our bodies pressed front to front. I had fapped in the bathroom before bed, but I was still hard. My dick pressed into her hip. She didn't say anything about it. She put her forehead to my chin, and we lay in silence for a while.

"Are you uncomfortable?" My mom was the first to break the silence. "I mean, with it still being so hard."

"A little, but..." I shrugged in her arms. "It's okay."

"We can't do anything more than what we've already done, Logan." Her voice was just barely above a whisper.

"I wasn't asking for anything, Mom." My top hand was on her back. I gave her a squeeze.

"We just can't. I may have already let things get too far." Her grip on my back tightened, her fingers pressing into my flesh.

"I didn't -"

"Turn around, Logan, before we do something we regret. Let's go to sleep." Mom loosened her grip as I rolled over so that she could spoon me. Her hand tightened on my chest when we were settled. "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, Mom," I said.

After about five minutes, I heard her breathing change. She was asleep. It took me a long time to follow her into dreamland.

~~

The fire had died down when I woke. It was still night. Mom was still spooning me. From her tight grip on my chest, I thought she was awake. "Mom?"

"Shh... I think it's back," Mom hissed.

"What is...?" I stopped talking and listened. I heard heavy huffing and the sound of digging snow coming from beyond the front door. The bear had caved in my path from the front door, and it sounded like it was now digging back down to us. In a flash, I was out of bed on my feet.

"Quiet, Logan!" Mom's whisper was urgent. Her round eyes glowed in the fire's embers. She sat up, covering her breasts with an arm.

"No, we need to be loud. We need to scare it away. Awwwwoooooooooo!" I screamed and stomped my feet, dancing around the cabin like a madman. "Awwwoooooooo!"

My mother took a few seconds to understand, but she got it. She stood up, forgetting to cover her breasts, and stomped around the cabin in her panties. "Awwwooooooooo... awwwwooooooo!" Her high-pitched howls almost harmonized with my lower ones.

We carried on for several minutes, then I held up my hand for silence. We stopped howling. Cautiously, I walked toward our barricaded door. I couldn't hear anything. No digging. No predatory snuffling. Tentatively, I pressed my ear to the door. I could see my mom biting her nails near the Christmas tree. Her eyes were still wide with fright. I tried to give her a reassuring smile.

If this was a horror story, the pregnant pause that followed would be the moment when the bear smashed through the door and devoured us whole. Thankfully, it's not that kind of story. It seems we'd scared the bear away. It was hungry, but it wasn't hungry enough to deal with crazed humans.

"Is he gone?" My mother took a couple steps in my direction. Even with the grave circumstances, I found my gaze laser-focused on her jiggling boobs.

"We scared him away. He's gone." I left the door and confidently strolled toward her.

"Oh... my gosh! You saved us again." Mom closed the distance between us, put her arms around my shoulders, and hugged me tightly. Her soft tits mushed against my lean chest. "I was going to stay quiet, and that would have practically invited that beast in. But you... you... saved..." She pressed her lips to mine.

I was shocked. I stood stiffly in her embrace. She pecked my lips several times. Of course, there wasn't any tongue. When my own tongue tried to automatically fill that void by darting into her mouth, she pulled back.

"Oh... Logan... I'm sorry... I didn't..." She pulled away from me and covered her boobs with an arm again. "I didn't mean to lead you on. I... was just so grateful... I'm so sorry." Quickly, she retreated to bed and dove under the covers.

"I'm sorry, too." I went over to the fire. I was shivering from cold and shock. I threw some more logs onto the embers and moved them around with the poker. When it was roaring again, I returned to bed. "Sorry, Mom."

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have kissed you on the lips. After everything, I should have known that would confuse you." She reached out and hugged me. We were face to face again. "I was just really excited about you... us... chasing that bear away. I forgot myself for a minute." She stared at me, inches away in the firelight. "Don't look so gloomy, I'm not mad. Look..." She wiggled herself up, until her boobs were now staring at me instead of her eyes. "You can suck again if you want. I think you've earned it."

I was confused, but I wasn't going to say no to that. I latched my mouth to her proffered nipple and sucked to my heart's content. The awkwardness of the kiss and its aftermath faded. Once again, I was inside the warm envelope of maternal grace. I heard my mother let out a little moan, and her breathing got shallower.

Without thinking, my hand slid over her hip and took a handful of her panty clad ass. It was every bit as inviting and delightful as I'd imagined. She didn't stop me, so I explored her butt with roving squeezes while I sucked and lapped her tits. This went on for some time.

Eventually, Mom pulled away and got out of bed. "This is confusing." She walked toward the room where she'd spent the first couple nights.

"Where are you going?" I was concerned the ass-grabbing was too much for her, and she'd decided to freeze the night in her room.

"I need to change." She didn't look back.

"You're only wearing panties." I watched her ass rotate with each step.

"I need to change, Logan." She went into her room, closed the door, and came back out a couple minutes later, wearing different colored panties. She hustled back to bed, and climbed in. "Roll over, I'll spoon you again."

"Okay." I was disappointed that our face-to-face time, or face-to-boob time, was over. But all good things had to end. I think I was exhausted by the rollercoaster emotions related to the whole bear-part-two episode. I was asleep before I knew it.

~~

When I woke, it was morning, and I was alone in the bed. "Mom?" I sat up. She was sitting on the hearth, her back to a rebuilt fire. She was leaning forward, looking contemplative. She'd put pants and socks back on, but her top was still blessedly bare. I was enamored of the way her boobs hung forward with her posture. They looked so heavy and full. "Mom?"

"Good morning, Logan." She blinked, looked over at me, and smiled. Her expression carried warmth, but also some unease. "We've had an eventful twenty-four hours, haven't we?"

Still in my underwear, I got out of bed and sat next to her on the hearth. "Everything okay?" I didn't worry about how poorly my underwear concealed my erection.

"I mean... I'm not sure." Her smile weakened. "I thought I had a handle on life... on motherhood. And now... things have gotten complicated."

"By 'things', you mean me?" I put a comforting hand on her thigh.

"Yes. I never had these issues with your sisters." She let out a nervous laugh. "What's going to happen today? I feel like if I toss a coin, heads will be Stratego, wine, and small talk."

"And tails?" I squeezed her thigh gently.

"I don't want to say what tails is out loud." She sighed and studied my eyes. "I meant what I said last night. We need to be careful about this."

"We will, Mom." I said it earnestly, even though I didn't know how careful I could actually be.

"You're a good boy, Logan." She reached out and caressed my cheek. "How about we get dressed and put together breakfast?"

"Sounds good." I stood and went over to my clothes.

"Thanks for saving us again." She watched my body closely as I pulled my pants on. I think her eyes were mostly on the tent made by my morning wood. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I pulled on my shirt, and saw her do the same with her sweater.

Once dressed, she looked over at me with unusually shy eyes. "Okay, let's see what sort of day it is."