“Looks a bit like a turtle head”.
“Not always”, Alexi whispered.
This caused me to look again in the dim light. Looking quickly and trying to seem professional about it, I couldn’t help but admire that while his length was now shrunken down to barely three inches now, his girth was still quite large. Based on the amount of loose skin, I was sure my baby’s package would be at least eight inches when excited and had his blood flowing properly.
As I looked at my naked son and sister all snuggled up, I was ashamed to find that I was actually horny. Later my therapist would say that I found out something that not really an uncommon phenomenon. It turns out that for many people, a near death experience makes them very horny. It has something to do with survival instinct and is why there are so many baby born during war time.
It had been over a couple years since I have seen a man’s penis. Dating with teenagers in the house is a bitch, and it was just easier to either hook up with one of my friends with benefits or use my favorite rabbit a few times a week to cut down the edge. As sick as it sounds, the fear of death and laying here shivering, it only took seeing my son’s penis to make me extremely horny.
All of these inappropriate thoughts only took a few seconds and I decided to continue my massage. I turned around and faced him, quickly going back to business with the second blanket. As Alexi snuggled her naked body to Alex, I repeated my blanket massage, but this time it was on each of his legs and chest.
It was so cramped that to be able to massage him from foot to waist, I had to spin around with my feet up to his feet and my head at his feet. This allowed me to lay on my side while I started to massage each of his legs in long strokes, willing blood back into his body extremities.
As I moved my hands up and down each leg, my body would also move up and down his body. Our body friction not only warmed up Alex, but actually began to warm me up. Had Alex not been shaving his whole body, it could have been painful as I accidently pulled on his body hair, but as a wrestler, he had shaved all of his body hair except for a close cropped landing strip above his dick. It wasn’t long before I started to see color start to return to his toes, and feet. Signifying that blood was again circulating this far from his heart.
Alex was still unconscious and while he no longer looked completely frozen and he was strongly breathing on his own, he still didn’t look real good.
It was then that I noticed that the Ibuprofen must have been finally started working because the pain in my fingers and hands had become just slight pins and needles, and my headache had disappeared altogether. I also noticed that the inside of the Jeep not only wasn’t as stuffy as it was, but seemed to actually be a bit warmer.
The only thing I could figure was that while the pond water was cold, it was obviously much warmer than the outside storm. As surprising as this may sound, most of the Dakotas sit on top of the world’s largest super volcanos. This submerged volcanic activity means that many lakes and ponds actually are being fed from hot water feeds.
While near the top of the lake, the water gets so cold that it will freeze solid, the lake or pond itself will not completely freeze up because the warm spring feeding the lake at the bottom of the lake is actually hot. An equilibrium between the cold water at the top of the pond and the warm water at the bottom of the lake causes a cycling current. This natural movement of the water keeps a pond from freezing up solid and keeps the fish and flora alive. The movement also oxygenates the water which in this case was taking away some of our stale air and was leaving at least some fresh warmer air behind.
After removing my wet clothes, and exerting a bit of energy, I was no longer shivering as bad. But now that Alex circulation was returning, it was his turn to shiver as his body automatically began to help him warm up his body.
Again crawling under both blankets, I laid next to Alex like he was one of my lovers. How else would a person provide as much body contact as possible? I was surprised that my head only came up to his neck and I wrapped my arms under his and held on to his shoulders. From this position, I realized that the top of my arms and hands were also rubbing up against Alexi. Unlike Alex, Alexi’s body was poker hot by comparison. This position brought my breast just under his clean shaven chest. Like Alex, I kept my pubic hair at a nice close crop in the shape of a three inch rectangle that some people refer to as a “landing strip”.
Alex shrunken penis fit nicely between my legs and his head had just enough thickness to put pressure on my clit. I was just too tired to react to this unusual situation.
Anyone who has ever slept with another person can vouch for just how much heat a person can generate while next to each other, and I was quite surprised when all of us were no longer shivering. The warmth from each of our bodies was recycling back and forth. With our sweaters and wool shirts below us and two wool blankets on top of us, we were soon generating surplus heat between our bodies till we all were flush from our mingled body heat.
I sighed with relief as I felt that Alex body had finally relaxed and his breathing had fallen into a deep restful sleep. Alexi also had dropped off into a slumber while drawing little circles with her fingers on my arm and the side of my breast.
Twirling allows Alexi to relax and even does it in her sleep. As a baby she would nurse on me and our mother while twirling her little curly hair, as an adult she still twirls her hair or in this case a little spot on my body. I tried to stay awake, but whether it was pure relief that my son would be alright, or exhaustion from the accident, I soon faded off to sleep in the loving arms of my son and younger sister.
My wet dream wasn’t really out of the ordinary for me, just some faceless man kissing and sucking on my neck. I also loved the feeling of being held down while being made loved to. I don’t know if it’s the idea that I was as close as I could be to my fantasy lover or subconsciously I was curious about bondage. When I brought it up with my shrink, she thinks it goes all the way back to when I was trapped in that damn collapsed water well.
Whatever the real reason for it, while I hated any claustrophobic situation, when it came to a lover, I loved the feeling of being confined by a lover. I snuggled closer into my imaginary lover while he slowly began stroking my wet pussy in a back and forward motion with his large dick.
As usual this is when I usually wake up from my dream. It really is frustrating to get excited enough to force you right of your dream. I would wake up and realize I was just dreaming and would be forced to scoot over in my bed just to get off a nice little wet spot that had pooled under me. Just as likely was that in this half-awake state I would dip two fingers in my wet pussy with my thumb gently rubbing my clit in a circular motion. Once wet, it never took me very long to give myself an early morning orgasm.
But this time, my hands couldn’t reach my pussy because they were actually pinned against a hard body that was laying on nearly on top of me. At first I was totally confused and disorientated on who this could be or even where the hell I was. Like a jig saw puzzle these confused thoughts quickly resolved themselves out as my mind began to put the pieces together and I saw the big picture again.
Car accident.. check
Freezing to death.. check
Sleeping naked to transfer heat.. again check
Oh my God, was Alex actually fucking me? By the wet sloshing sounds my pussy was making, and the feeling of fullness, topped with a warm glowing build up, he was doing it just right.
I won’t lie, I’m a horny bitch, and while I had admired how handsome my son had become, I had honestly never ever considered moving out of the fantasy realm to actually seducing my son. In fact the person I presented to the world and especially my son and sister is not who I really am. I had always encouraged modesty in our house and the wearing of clothes was always mandatory except in our own bedrooms. So to the world, while not religious, we were very conservative.
Since money was never an issue for me, I had never felt a need or pressure to marry. Instead it was much easier to just have fuck friends. Some who I have been with over ten years. A vibrator can only take you so far until you just have to have human touch. No matter how good synthetic dildos have gotten, they are still not a hot penis that shoots creamy white cum all over you. Even so it had been a couple years since I had enjoyed the feeling of a hard dick.
So while my first thought was to scream in his face “fuck me Alex.. fuck me senseless!” There was an equal thought where my mother instincts kicked in and realized that how I handled the next few minutes could either strengthen our relationship or traumatize Alex. How in the world did a lifesaving maneuver become sex in the morning? Besides what if Alexi found out that I had fucked my son?
About this time Alex lunged into me, forcing out a happy groan to cross my lips. As great as it felt, I knew that Alex didn’t realize he was fucking his mother. I decided that the best thing I could do was to just lay here and fain sleep. As good as it felt, I decided I would down play this scene, I would just think about something boring like washing dishes and not notice how well Alex was pulling his dick nearly out of my pussy right up to where the head of his dick was just spreading my wet pussy lips.
God it felt so good there, while his dick hovered a little in but mostly out. Teasing both my outer and inner lips with just his head and precum. Just when I was going to scream out in frustration, he thrust forward while squeezing my waist. In a single thrust, he again refilled me up by plunging his penis back in till his pubic bone was mashed right against my clit.
Parent Post: Frozen Stiff – by Jessica Johnson
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