Merry Christmas, A mother and son go for a winter vacation in a cozy cabin, When I looked out of the car window and saw the snow, it was really quite a beautiful thing to behold. Some of it stuck to the limbs of the trees that lined this lonely stretch of road. It was everywhere; on the side of the road, all over and around the trees, and some was even on the hood of the SUV, contrasting heavily against the red shade of it.
The seat warmer and the heated air blowing into my face was making it hard to stay awake. Luckily I didn’t have to, as my mother, Deborah, was driving us to the family cabin for a break before Christmas. Mom looked over at me, smiling. She probably thought it was amusing that I was about to fall asleep so close to the cabin.
“You know, I think your Dad was right. This trip will be good for us. We haven’t had any real time to bond just you and me.”
I think she felt the need to convince herself and me, that this trip would be just fine without Dad. I sat up and tried my best to look alert.
“You’re right. Besides, who would take care of the dog?” I quipped.
She turned her head to glare at me before arguing, “That dog has a name, you know.”
Her right arm left the steering wheel and flicked toward me while she talked, as if to strengthen her point. It didn’t do much for that, but it did cause her breasts to shake behind her sweater. I couldn’t help but stare.
“I know, I know. I tease,” I said jokingly, smirking back at her.
We were only a few moments from the cabin. We turned off the main road onto some snow covered dirt path. We wouldn’t have seen it, if not for the clearing in the trees and the spray-painted speed limit sign that marked its entrance.
As we rolled into the path, Mom stopped the car, put it into four-wheel drive and pushed through the path toward our cozy abode. We drove through a clearing in the forest and in the spotlight, our winter cabin. There really wasn’t much to it, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t comfy as all hell.
As we pulled up to the driveway, Mom’s face lit up, “We’re here!” her voice lingered for a moment.
She pulled me in and kissed my forehead. We got out of the car, the biting cold was fairly shocking after sitting in the toasty car for so long. I trod carefully to the trunk of the car, making sure not to slip on any ice and popped it open. We grabbed our luggage, closed and locked the car and made our way to the cabin.
The soft crunches of snow under my feet subsided as we got to the porch. Mom set her luggage down and fumbled with her keys for a moment.
“Ah, here we go!” she exclaimed, holding out a single key and inserting it into the keyhole.
As we entered the cabin, memories started flooding my head. Everything was the way we left it. As I walked past the living room and kitchen, the family picture hung to the right of the hallway caught my attention. I always loved that picture. It was me, my dad, and my mom at the beach. Pretty unfitting for the cabin, but I loved it all the same. Under it, it read, “The Lawrence Family”
I walked towards my room, which was actually the guest room, when I heard Mom on the phone. I think she was talking to Dad, telling him that we had arrived and that we were safe and sound. I walked through the doorway into my room and was hit with memories of me and my hand. I had spent too many lonely nights in that room.
I heaved my luggage onto the bed and started unpacking. I took out my clothes in the order I had packed them, shirts in one pile and pants in another, when I heard knocking on the door behind me.
“Hey Sweetie. Got everything?” she inquired.
She was leaning against the doorway and smiling gently at me. I couldn’t help but admire her hourglass figure which was on full display, thanks to her tight fitting sweater and jeans.
I quickly turned back toward my luggage and checked all the pockets. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, hairbrush, shampoo, and body-wash, everything I’d need.
I looked back up at my mom, who was waiting patiently, “Yeah, I’ve got everything. You?”
“I sure do.” She pushed away from the doorway before continuing, “I’m headed out to grab some groceries before it gets too late, alright?”
I sat on the bed next to my luggage before sarcastically responding, “Having food here this weekend would probably be a good idea.”
Mom moved up and kissed me on the forehead before walking out the door, “I’ll be back soon, call if you need anything,” she called out from the hallway.
“Be careful out there!” I yelled back.
I listened carefully for a moment, waiting. Then I heard the front door close. I fell back on the bed, unzipping my jeans and pulling my hardened prisoner from its cell. I started tugging away, thoughts of my mother rushing through my head. She was on her back, beckoning me, completely naked. I imagined myself trailing my hand along her toned calves to those thick thighs and up her hips to her waist. I dipped down and kissed her full lips tenderly, then pushing my hand further up, to her breast… ugh fuck. My body convulsed, and my hips bucked into my hand as I came.
It had only taken a few minutes to come, to the thought of my naked mother. A wave of guilt, and my semen, quickly rushed over me. My brain didn’t agree with my dick, apparently. I looked down at myself while sitting up. It was trailing down my stomach.
I walked into the bathroom that was next to my bed, making sure nothing dripped off onto my pants or the floor. I cleaned up with some tissues and water, then dried off. I finished putting away my clothes before lying back on the bed. Grabbing the remote behind my head, I turned on the TV. White noise was playing proudly on the screen. I started flipping through channels. Only after maybe twenty channels of static, did I realize that the snow was probably interfering with the connection.
Frustrated, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote off the bed and onto the floor. I rotated my body onto its side and tried to fall asleep. As per usual, my mind became overactive when I was trying to get it to relax. Thoughts of my mother were running through my head. Only after giving up trying to disperse the thoughts, did my mind give up trying to disturb my rest and I fell into a nice cat nap.
I jerked awake to the sound of the front door closing.
“Daniel! I could use some help bringing in the groceries!” she yelled out from the kitchen.
Wiping my eyes clean, I sat up, “I’ll be right there, just hold on!” I pushed myself off the bed and stumbled toward the doorway.
As I emerged from the hallway, I saw Mom un-bagging the groceries in the open kitchen to my right. I walked over to her to tell her about the TV, but I guess she didn’t notice me, because when I put a hand on her shoulder, she just about jumped out of her skin.
“Jesus, Daniel. Don’t go around scaring your poor old mother like that,” she laughed out, dropping her gaze back down to the groceries.
“Sorry! I’ll go grab the rest of the groceries,” I declared, trailing my hand lightly across her auburn hair, from shoulder to shoulder as I walked past her.
I pulled on my boots and tucked my jeans into them. Grabbing the coat from the rack next to the door, I pulled open the gate to the winter wonderland. The cold air slapped me in the face, reminding me I should have put on the coat before venturing out.
A satisfying crunching sensation erupted from the snow with each step towards the car. I carefully stepped closer and closer to the back of the SUV, watching for any ice that might have been lying there, hidden. The wind was picking up and was burning my face as I fumbled around the trunk, trying to grab all the groceries at once. When I finally had all the groceries wrapped around my arms like I was showing off a wide selection of purses, I closed the trunk and ventured back inside, my arms were straining under their weight.
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