“How are we supposed to sleep in here? I don’t even have a sleeping bag, for crying out loud!” Mom whined. She turned in her seat and gazed into the dark, ominous den behind us.
With the lights off, the inside of the van might as well have been a dingy cave. Unfortunately for us, it was also a bedroom for the night.
“I guess we have to share one. Mine is really warm and–”
“It’s really small!” Mom pushed the heels of her palm into her eyes with an unsettling groan. “So, what? We’re going to sleep in our sweaters and pants?”
“Uh, no, probably not.” Now was as good a time as any to reveal the news. “It’s got this technology in it that’s really, really good at keeping you warm.”
“That sounds like a good thing, right?”
I winced. “Uh, it can be…”
“Stop being cute, I’m turning into a popsicle over here,” Mom urged me.
I sighed and summoned the courage to propose a diabolical solution that was as exciting as it was horrific. “It doesn’t work with, you know…clothes.”
Mom scoffed, still maintaining her bubbly charm amid the panic. “Nice try, kiddo. It takes a lot more than that to get your Mother naked in bed.”
“I’m serious, Mom.” My tone and my gaze sank to the floor. “If we were indoors, it would be fine to keep our clothes on, but I think it’s too cold right now.”
Mom was not convinced. She declared that we would wait it out, despite the insistence of the operator that we would likely not receive help until tomorrow. I didn’t want to push the idea of sharing a bed together, even though I was happy to do so.
I told myself it was for survival, as dramatic as that sounds, but I knew that wasn’t the only reason I was interested in sharing a cozy bed with my naked mother.
We tried to distract ourselves with aimless conversation. Every topic we touched on was half-hearted at best, and proliferated by a constant checking of our phones to see if any good news came through. It was not like we thought the blizzard would suddenly disappear, but we were desperate for a sliver of good news.
Even when we did manage to find a topic that took our minds off the situation, it would only last for a few minutes. Without warning, the gale outside would rear its ugly head and demand our attention as soon as we had forgotten about it. We were powerless to refuse its call.
As time ticked by, it became increasingly apparent that we were out of options. Reality set in around midnight, snuffing out what little remained of Mom’s typically cherry disposition. The sun was long gone from the sky, leaving a single streetlight to illuminate the unforgiving tundra.
“Are you okay?” I asked. It was a stupid question given the circumstances.
Mom sniffled and rubbed her nose, bright pink from the cold. “I just want to go home.” She cast her gaze to the back of the van, still shrouded in darkness where the light could not reach. Dismay was plastered across her face. “You promise it’s warm?”
“The sleeping bag? Yeah, it’s like an oven,” I assured her. “I promise, Mom. You’re gonna love it.”
“I don’t think I’m going to love it, but anything is better than this.” She cupped her hands and breathed hot air into them. Thick plumes of steam oozed through the cracks of her fingers.
“It’s fine if we just keep our underwear on,” I offered. “It won’t be that weird! We’re family, after all.”
Mom rolled her head back with a deep, bassy groan. “Honey, I don’t really know how to tell you this, but… I’m not wearing any.”
“W-what?” I gasped, hoping it hid the way my heart enthusiastically leapt into my throat.
Mom’s face lit up like a stoplight, and she hid her face in her hands. “It’s not like I knew this was going to happen! If I did, I probably would have packed a pair.”
My prediction from earlier was right; I knew I hadn’t seen any underwear lines under her pants! I was once again visited by the same nervous excitement I had felt earlier.
“Okay, okay, that’s okay, we’re okay,” I chanted like a mantra. “Just let me go unpack the bag. Stay here.”
“Where else would I go?” Mom pinched the bridge of her nose.
I leaned over Mom’s lap and pushed her door open. I climbed over her and almost lost my footing when I leapt out onto the icy road. It was worse than I thought. I fought through a flurry of frozen bullets to reach the back of the van. Cranking on the handles proved useless at first; they were frozen shut. I pulled until I struck the perfect balance needed to open the door without ripping the handle off.
I succeeded–and failed–simultaneously.
Sure, the doors opened. But the force of them doing so sent me reeling onto my ass and into a hill of partially melted brown slush. It instantly soaked through my sweatpants and I cursed myself for not wearing jeans. I struggled to stand a couple of times, but ended up right back where I started.
Mom heroically scampered into the back of the van and offered me a hand from the trunk. I grabbed on so she could pull me from the slapstick display of slipping and falling.
“How bad is it?” Mom motioned to my soaked pants.
I climbed into the van and shut the doors behind me. I turned my butt towards her hoping for sympathy, but she chuckled with her hands over her mouth.
“You t-tell me,” I said through my rapidly chattering teeth. “How b-b-bad?”
“Bad.” She reached out a hand and grabbed the sweatpants clinging to my ass. “Why didn’t you climb through the back like I just did?”
“I d-d-don’t know!” I whined. She was right; I could have saved myself the trouble if I just stayed in the van. “T-too late now.”
“Speaking of late,” Mom sighed, scanning the night sky. “I guess we should get some sleep?”
“C-can we start a f-f-fire first?” I was shivering so hard I was practically vibrating. The melted ice seeping through my pants made the cold ten times worse.
“I don’t think so, honey. We might set the whole darn car on fire!” Mom laughed. I think that seeing me in such a pathetic state brought out her mothering instincts, which were powerful enough to override some of the panic she had felt only minutes ago. “Where’s your sleeping bag? Let me get it all ready for you.”
“Us.” I put a dent in her armor with that reminder.
“Uh, yes. For us.” She smiled at me, but it was hollow. “Do you want to–you know…”
I arched an eyebrow, but Mom simply gestured her gaze to the sleeping bag with her lips pursed. I knew what she meant.
It had been many, many years since Mom had asked me to get naked, and it had never been under these conditions. She fanned out the bag while I peeled off my sodden drawers, effectively making my bed for the first time in years. I stripped down to my boxers by the time Mom had the bag ready for us.
“You can’t keep those on, Jacob.” Mom pointed to my boxers. “They’re absolutely drenched!”
“Fine, then turn around so I can take them off!”
Mom put her hands on her hips. “Really? You’re going to be in the same bag I am, right?”
“I guess so.”
“So, I’m your mother! It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and I’m not going to judge you if its… you know.” Mom held her fingers a few measly inches apart.
“Mom!” I hollered. “Are you saying I have a small dick?”
She turned her back to me with a casual shrug. “How would I know? I’m just saying you can be comfortable around me. I love you no matter what.”
I stripped down to my birthday suit and flung the wet boxers at Mom’s shoulder. She yelped when the soggy shorts hit her back, straining over her shoulder to remove them. “Why would you do that?” she cried.
“You’re getting naked, anyway.” I reminded her. “Might as well have a bit of fun.”
“But I was dry!” Mom spun on her heels to face me with my soggy boxers in her hands, ready to launch a counter attack. “I’m so glad you’re having fun while I’m just–”
Her expression went blank and the color drained from her face; Mom looked like she was staring at a ghost from her past. Her eyes were poised to fall right out of her skull. She swallowed a lump in her throat and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when she could not find the words to fill it with. After a few seconds of absent-minded gawking, she finally spoke.
“H-honey you… your penis.” Mom forcefully averted her eyes, manually instructing her head to turn away. It did not immediately register with her just whose cock she was staring at. “I’m sorry, I thought you would be covering it or something.”
“I didn’t think you’d be staring at it!” I argued back.
“I was not staring.” She stomped her foot defiantly. “I just happened to look and I got surprised, that’s all.”
I chuckled under my breath. “At least you know it’s not small, I guess.”
“Har, har,” Mom lamented. “I don’t know why you’re acting all arrogant; you have me to thank for that thing.”
My ears perked up and I asked her what she meant. “Your Father,” she grimaced at his mention. “He wasn’t very… gifted.”
“And what am I?” Cue the butterflies.
Mom fidgeted with her fingers and drove her nails into her palms. “You are.”
“I’m gifted?” I knew what she was getting at, but I enjoyed twisting the knife.
“Are you trying to get your Mother to tell you that you have a big penis?” Mom threw her hands up in the air. “I don’t think that’s something I should be applauding you for, honey.”
I slipped into the sleeping bag and was instantly greeted by its familiar warmth. I don’t know how this thing worked so well; it was borderline magic. “I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you from the warm embrace of my bed.”
“Our bed.” She forced a weak smile onto her face.
Mom’s body was silhouetted by the streetlight. I could make out the edges of her form, but her center mass was hidden in shadow. I could make out faint details, but nothing prominent. It was her turn to strip down, and I was racked with guilt that the impending tease was already causing a stir in my loins.
“Okay, then. I guess it’s my turn,” Mom grumbled. “You promise you’re not looking?”
“Of course! What kind of son would I be if I peeked?” I knew what kind– the kind that wants to see their mother naked. I could not resist the temptation to watch, as Mom, lit like a figure from heaven, slowly undressed in front of me. My balls were tingling before she had removed a single layer.
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