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It felt good to have her warm softness pressed up against him, he thought. Happily, he gave her a little squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. Just then he heard the shower come on… Suddenly, he had the weirdest feeling come over him as he sat staring at the television. He had never felt like this before. He took another long swig of wine. Refilling his glass, he found himself thinking of his mother and the newly awakened feelings about her.

Then as he recalled the parking lot incident, he realized that she was standing no more than twenty feet away from him. Why hadn't he had these feeling before? He and his mother had lived alone since he was six. That was when his father had died. All that time and nothing like this had ever happened.

They were as close as a boy and his mother could be, he thought. But why was he suddenly thinking about her as a woman? A sexual, sensual woman with breasts and legs, and. She was his mother. Suddenly, he found himself wondering what she looked like naked. Ashamed of himself, he still couldn't keep from imagining how beautiful she would be as she stood under the shower with the water running down her body.

Oh, God, he groaned to himself, stop it. Then to his surprise, he realized that his penis was so hard it was beginning to ache. Hating himself for his vile thoughts on the one hand, he found himself wanting to sneak over and see if he could peek into the bathroom and see her naked. Berating himself for his sinfulness, he found himself staring down into his mother's open suitcase.

Hearing the shower still running, he curiously poked through her clothes. What was he doing? He couldn't believe what he was doing. He had never done anything like this before. In fact, he had never even thought of doing anything so grotesque before. Then he felt his fingers brush over something soft and silky. It was a pair of sheer, dainty panties.

He felt his penis lurch with excitement as he timidly lifted the lacy panties out of her suitcase. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked down at the scanty fluff of material. My God, he thought, slipping his hand down inside her panties, you can see right through them! Gawking down at his hand inside the gauzy panties, he knew that if his mother were wearing them, he would be able to see everything through the gossamer material… Alex glanced over at the bathroom door.

Timidly, he stepped over to the door and placed his ear to the cool wood. He could hear the water running an he just knew he had to peek inside. Just one peek, really quick. Ever so slowly, he turned the doorknob. He was excited and alarmed that the door was not locked and he opened it just a crack, peering inside… Inside the shower, Debra reached down and turned the water up a bit, making it hotter and filling the room with steam. It felt good to get her clothes off, especially her brassiere she thought, rubbing her big, pendulous breasts under the hot water.

For a cheap motel, it had a nice hot, enclosed shower stall! The glass to the shower enclosure was crystal clear, not frosted like the one at home. She lathered up her hands and slid them over her body… Mmm… that felt good, she thought to herself as her palms passed over her breasts and nipples. Her soapy hands moved down her pudgy belly and lower between her legs.

She felt how smooth she was down there. She normally did not shave down there, but she knew her sister, Susan, had a pool and hot tub at her place and she did not want to look unkempt in her modest one piece swimsuit! Thank goodness for Nair, it kept her bikini area and legs smooth and stubble-free. She thought as she soaped them up.

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Debra sighed and leaned back against the cool glass of the shower, her ample buttocks pressed up against the glass. She couldn't really explain. When he had grabbed a handful of her breast back at the store and she had seen the way he gawked at her when her skirt had ridden up her leg. Then, the unfamiliar intimacy, she had felt when he had put his hand around her waist. All this, coming so suddenly left her perplexed. And now they were confined together in the small, claustrophobic tightness of a motel room. Although they had lived together, alone for six years, they had never been forced to share such limited space under such trying conditions.

And they had never had to share the same bed. Debra groaned again and reaching down, she turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower, dripping wet, she looked into the mirror, she saw that she was blushing. What was happening to her? She asked herself, taking another drink of her wine? She knew that she didn't have a choice about sharing a bed with him.

She also knew that it shouldn't bother her, but she couldn't help feeling the least bit self-conscious about sleeping with her son. God, she looked fat she thought to herself. That was exactly what they would be doing. How could you even be thinking such horrid things, she admonished herself as she ran the towel over her body.

Shaking, she folded the towel and laid it down on the counter. She slipped her silk white camisole over her head and pulled on a fresh pair of white panties.

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Thank goodness, I brought my flannel gown, she told herself. But even as she was bewildered by the unnatural thoughts she was having about her and Alex, she was pleased that he was with her and that they were safe and warm for the evening. Glancing down she saw that while her gown masked most of her femininity, it couldn't hide the obvious swell of her imposing breasts as they jutted out conspicuously. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that every time she moved, it was easy to discern every little wiggle or jiggle of her breasts under the gown.

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Or was it just her imagination? Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine. What was causing her to think this way? It was almost as if she was being taken over by some strange, foreign presence. Unexpectedly, she felt her nipples harden as they rubbed against the silk material of her cami. This is silly, she smirked. This wasn't some horror movie. This was just her and her son being caught in a storm and having to share a room. That was all and that was all she was going to let it be. Shivering for some unknown reason, she hurriedly grabbed up her dirty clothes and quickly opened the door.

Stepping out into the room, she felt relief as she saw that Alex was standing by the television watching it. See, she told herself, nothing is going on. He is just standing there watching television. Then as she started to drop her clothes into the suitcase, she noticed her panties lying on top of her other clothes. She didn't remember leaving them like that when she had gotten her gown out.

But maybe she had. Maybe that was it. She was so tired, her mind was playing tricks on her. What had come over her, she wondered as she spread the covers back. She was as jittery as a virgin at a high school prom. So stop it, she told herself slipping under the covers. She settled back watching television. She could still hear the shower running over the sound of the television.

Then, she found herself wondering what Alex would look like naked? Alex closed the bathroom door behind him and leaned back against the door breathing like he had run a marathon! He has watched with rapt attention as his mom had lathered up her body in the shower. He could see everything through the clear glass of the shower enclosure!

When she leaned back against the glass and her round buttocks spayed open like that, he almost lost it right there! Turning on the shower, he stepped inside, the warm water spilling over his teenage body. Alex looked down as his hard cock. It was so stiff that it nearly hurt. He lathered himself up and perhaps paid a little too much attention to his penis. Gulping down the last of her wine, Debra lay under the covers waiting for Alex to finish his shower and join her in bed.

But as she waited, she felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier… Slowly opening her eyes, she realized that she must have fallen to sleep. Now the room was room was pitch black and there was no comforting hum of the heater. As she lay there, she became aware of the sound of Alex breathing on his side of the bed. After a few more moments, it dawned on her that the room was quite cool. What now, she asked herself, slipping out from underneath the covers. Fumbling around for her purse, she finally found it and snapped it open. Digging around inside it, she pulled out the penlight she kept there.

Shuffling over to the thermostat, she shined the feeble little light on it. My goodness, she thought when she saw that the temperature was only thirty degrees. Tapping the thermostat, she saw that it was set on eighty. The heater was apparently not working. Tapping it a couple more times, she waited for it to come on, but nothing happened. Stepping over to the window, she peered out into the darkness and saw that there were no lights on anywhere.

The storm must have knocked out the power, she thought, stumbling over to the closet. Feeling on the shelf, she didn't find any extra blankets. Hurrying back over to the bed, she sat down on the edge and picked up the phone receiver. There wasn't even a dial tone. The storm had obviously done a number on them and knocked out all the power. Shivering in the cold, she turned off her penlight and quickly slipped under the covers again.

Wondering how long the power would be off, she hoped that it wouldn't be long because the room was growing colder by the moment. Maybe they would have to go to the car with its heater, she thought, hoping that it wouldn't come to that. What else could they do to stay warm, she wondered? They didn't seem to have a lot of choices.

They could cuddle up together and keep each other warm with their own body heat, she thought, forgetting her earlier misgivings about sleeping with her son. This was an emergency. Hoping that she was doing the right thing, she felt the bed lurch as her son scooted over next to her. Her mind was in turmoil as she felt her son snuggle up against her.

Wondering what she had gotten them into, she could feel him begin to shiver Alex reached his arm over his mother, pulling her close to him. She cupped her hands over his and pulled them into her soft, warm bosom. Thank goodness she had worn her flannel gown, she thought as she felt him slowly put his arms around her and gently, but purposefully, press his body up next to hers.

Her own hands were growing cold, too as the temperature in the room continued to plummet. Alex was still shivering as they lay plastered up against each other. How could she help him get warm, she asked herself? The only way she could think was to use her own body heat. The bedding material wasn't enough to keep out the cold as it grew colder and colder. Finally, she reached up and slowly undid the tie of her bathrobe. He was in a daze. There was a roaring sound inside his head as he hesitantly eased his hands down into the gown.

Fumbling clumsily, he suddenly found his hands cupped around the silkiness of his mother's big, round breasts under her silk camisole. Debra didn't move or say anything as she felt him shyly exploring the warm roundness of her breasts. Knowing what must be swirling through his head, she guided her hands down over his to stop his shy exploration.

She didn't want him to find her nipples with his fingers. She didn't want him to know that her nipples had swollen up so hard that they ached. Then after several minutes, he stopped shaking all together. Just then, out of the darkness, she heard the wonderful sound of the heater shudder back to life. Thank goodness, she thought to herself. At least we won't freeze to death. Even though she could feel a draft of warm air gently flowing across the bed, she knew it would be a long time before the temperature of the room would reach something close to comfortable.

Not knowing how long the heater would stay on, she let Alex keep his hands inside her gown. She knew that it was probably wrong, but she let him keep his hands buried in between her breasts. But it was almost like having him as a baby again as he lay pressed up against her. It was strangely comforting to feel her son's hands on her breasts. It seemed to have a calming effect on both of them as the temperature began to slowly rise.

She could no longer see her breath as the hum of the heater continued. Then she felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. She didn't know how long she slept this time, but when she woke, she found the room ominously quiet once again. While the heater wasn't on, the temperature of the room was comfortably warm and one light softly illuminated the room.

Alex was still lying pressed up against her with his hands inside her gown and his hands resting on her breasts.

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As she lay beside him listening to his steady, rhythmic breathing, she wondered if she shouldn't make him go back to his side of the bed now that the room was warm again. As she thought about moving, she once again found herself slowly drifting off to sleep. She didn't know how long she had slept this time, but as she woke, she had a nagging sense that something was wrong. This time the room was warm again. She couldn't hear the heater running, but the room felt almost too warm. Alex was still lying next to her, but she didn't feel his hands on her breasts any more.

Why had he moved his hands? Then, almost at the same instant, she felt something slowly crawling down over her belly. Still groggy from sleep, it took a while for her to realize that it was Alex's hand creeping down over her belly. Shocked, she couldn't move as she felt her son's hot fingers slowly sliding their way down over her cami, lower, lower… She was mortified as she lay beside him paralyzed by shock and outrage. How could he be doing this, she asked herself as she felt his fingers delicately brush over her panty-covered mons?

Do something, she told herself. Do something to stop him she groaned inwardly as she felt his fingers inch under the elastic and closer to her secrecy. Barely able to breathe, she became aware of a bulging hardness digging into her thigh. Her mind screamed at her. Her son's penis was hard and he had it shoved up against her leg while he groped her with his hand. What could she do to stop this atrocity? Still paralyzed with confusion and bewilderment.

She lay there listening to him breathing heavily as he insistently pressed his manhood into her thigh. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. How could she have been so stupid to let things get this far out of hand, she demanded? Hoping that he was asleep and acting out a dream, she didn't move. But as she felt Alex's fingers probing closer and closer to her most sacred of places, she realized that his hand was touching her bare flesh under her panties.

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She was lying on her back and she felt like she was totally vulnerable as she lay next to her son letting him grope her. The horror of it all came to her with such suddenness, it was like diving into an icy pool. The shock too much.

But, still she didn't move. Why, she didn't know. She knew what was happening, but she was afraid to stop it. Then his finger slide between her vaginal lips and brush over her clitoris and she felt a slashing jolt of fright tear into her brain.

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My God, she thought feverishly. Then with her mind in such commotion, she shuddered slightly as she felt her body respond to this unsolicited attention. It was impossible to believe that this was happening. She knew she had to stop him. And yet, her arms were weighted down on the bed my tons of cement, unable to move. Suddenly, she felt a wave of disgust wash over her as she felt her instinctive sexuality beginning to assert itself.

She was aghast to feel herself growing wet in response to her son's disastrous fumbling. While she was aghast at her son's actions, she was even more appalled by her own lack of protest. The whole thing was preposterous. It couldn't be happening! Maybe she was just having a terrible nightmare? Then as Alex touched her clitoris again and delicately began fondling the swollen little bud with his finger, she knew that it was no dream. Even though she was sickened by what he was doing, she felt a tingle of physical pleasure tear up her spine and burst inside her brain.

How could she be feeling aroused by his youthful blunderings when she knew she should be repulsed them, she wondered? Still, even as part of her brain screamed at her to stop it all, she knew that he wasn't doing this to disgrace her. The hormones coursing through his blood stream had to be causing it. Alex was too good a son to do what he was doing. He must be suffering from some type of hormonal deficiency that would make act in such a heinous manner. Even as she tried to excuse her son's actions, another part of her brain had surrendered to the sexual excitement he was touching off down between her legs.

This part of her brain controlled her instinctual response to sexual stimulation and was in charge of preparing her body for sex. She couldn't stop her body from reacting, no matter who was causing it to happen. It was inborn to react and she was responding as any woman would, even though the advances were inappropriate, perverse and disgusting. This part of her brain wasn't capable of distinguishing right from wrong and was simply preparing her body for sex.

It didn't care with whom. Yet another part of her felt a perverted longing. A void that needed to be filled. Knowing that her son found her physically attractive, it was bizarrely romantic in a grotesque kind of way, she drunkenly thought. Not in the romantic way of being seduced by a lover, but in a sick and deviant way. But still, she couldn't let it happen. There was no excuse for what they were doing. Suddenly, she realized that she had included herself in the perversion. As if she was capitulating to the travesty. And yes, she still felt a degenerate egotism that he found her attractive.

For some reason, she found that in a grotesque, crazy manner, it was insanely exciting that he found her sexually attractive.

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Even knowing that it was depraved and hideously wrong. The wickedness of it all was pushing any sense of propriety from her mind. The long years of abstinence had built up such forces, there was nothing that could hold back those unfilled needs now. With each passing second, Debra found the whole thing more perversely exciting and insanely wicked.

That made it even more depraved. While the warring factions of her mind fought for control, she felt his hot, bare skin pressing against her own bare skin. It suddenly dawned on her that he was naked too. When had he taken his pajamas off, she asked herself, shocked again by his boldness? Then as he continued to fondle and toy with her tingling clitoris, his thrusting penis told her that he was becoming more and more aroused. Still, a part of her screamed out for her to move away from him and stop the insane game.

The feelings and emotions swirling through her frantic brain were making her dizzy, incapable of logical thought. Then almost in slow motion, she felt him slowly pull her panties down. Down past her knees and to her ankles until they were dangling off of one foot. As the hard, firmness of his maleness dug into her thigh, she felt her pussy began leaking out more and more juice in anticipation of the final act of her violation.

Then, fatally, she realized that knowing she hadn't been able to stop it up to this point, she knew she wouldn't stop him now. She wouldn't be able to stop him from completing the final act of horror. While she should have been thinking of a way to stop him, she perversely found herself wondering what he would feel like inside her.

It had been six years since she had had a man inside of her body. How big was he, she vulgarly wondered? It felt like his manhood was huge as he pressed it against her. Maybe it was the sheer wickedness of her complicity in her own defilement that was distorting reality and making it seem even larger than it was.

She could almost feel him gathering himself for the final indignity as he insistently pulled on her leg with his. Like a gathering storm, she could sense his excitement and passion growing unchecked. He was fully capable of mounting her, both physically and mentally at any moment, she groaned to herself.

A stabbing pang of sorrow tore though her mind as she found herself involuntarily spreading her legs apart, helping prepare herself for his invasion. Part of her screamed out for her to stop, but she couldn't keep her legs from slowly spreading apart wider and wider. As her legs crept farther and farther apart, she heard his breathing growing raspy with desire. Still his leg pulled at her. Then she felt him jump as the furnace clicked on again. Lying still, she felt the faint draft of warm air brush across her face. Maybe he would stop, she prayed.

Maybe he had come to his senses, she hoped, but after a few moments, she felt Alex resume pulling at her leg, Finally, he stopped pulling at her leg. She waited on, resigned to her fate as he ever so delicately probed her weeping womanhood with his fingers. Even as hard as he was, she felt his cock lurch and harden even more as his fingers touched the waiting warmth of her cunt. Maria underwent explosive intensification, strengthening from a tropical storm to a Category 5 hurricane in just two days. Hurricanes that intensify rapidly — a characteristic of almost all powerful hurricanes — do so more strongly and quickly now than they did 30 years ago, according to a new study published in Geophysical Research Letters , a journal of the American Geophysical Union.

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