With her back to me, the light wrapped around Mom’s shoulders and the curves of her plump, round bottom. I could make out just enough of her iridescent form to be enchanted by it. There was no light peeking through her legs, hinting that her thighs were too pudgy to allow a gap between them.
Mom lifted her shirt off in one smooth motion. Her hair draped over her tiny shoulders like a curtain, and if it had been any longer, it would have concealed the way her billowing breasts wobbled to the sides of her chest. The heaving mountains swayed back and forth, crashing against each other like a wave pool.
Without a clear view, or decent lighting, I could only sneak stolen glances at them from around the sides of her torso. Even with her arms held at her sides, there was no way to hide the sides of her enormous breasts from sight.
I knew Mom was blessed with a large bosom, but I had never seen them unbound. Without even a thin shirt to keep them held together, they jostled about in such a way that I caught a faint glimpse of her fat, pink areolas winking at me as they swayed to the side.
Mom turned her head around her shoulder like she knew I was watching her, but said nothing. She rolled her shoulders back a couple of times, then bent over at the waist.
Mom’s thumbs hooked into her waistband so she could loosen the drawstring. She paused for a moment, like she was considering calling the whole thing off, and I immediately started to think of a thousand excuses for why she should continue.
Thankfully, she did not cave to the apprehension.
Mom dropped her sweatpants to the floor in one fluid motion and stepped out of them. The angel and the devil on my shoulders both had their jaws on the floor as the three of us stared at Mom’s ass in a hypnotized trance. Her baggy, cumbersome sweatpants had done nothing to hint at the luscious, pillowy cheeks they concealed.
I had no idea Mom’s ass was so insanely toned. The swell of her perfect cheeks formed a generous shelf of shapely ass meat. Their enormous bulge cut off just above her thighs, formed by divine hands.
Her muscles tensed as she embraced her nudity, treating me to a surreal display. The tension tightened her fleshy cheeks and revealed the impeccable curvature that lay under the soft, gelatinous dough enrobing them. When she tensed up, two deep, ominous dimples formed in the middle of either cheek and swallowed the scarce ambient light like black holes. I gawked in awe, trying to memorize every goosebump across her delicate skin.
God, how I wished for night vision. To be able to take in every subtle detail of Mom’s immaculate form would be the last thing I needed in life to die happy.
“O-okay,” Mom hummed quietly, with her arms cradling her chest for comfort. “I’m ready, I guess.”
I shut my eyes tight just in time for her to spin around. “Did you peek?” She asked solemnly.
“No, no way.” I lied through my teeth, blood surging to my cock. “Can I look now?”
“No!” Mom yelped. “Sorry, no. I know it’s dark but… honey, this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry you have to do this.”
I wanted to ride the line between comforting her and letting her know how incredibly fucking hot she was, but I did not think I struck the right chord.
“I want to do this, Mom. You’re fucking hot!” Yes, very subtle.
Mom snorted and unwound some of the tension in her arms. “Yeah, sure. It must be every boy’s dream to keep his naked mother from freezing to death in the back of a van.”
“Well, I don’t know about every boy, but tonight it’s definitely my dream.” I smiled warmly at her. Even though she couldn’t see it, I hoped she could feel it somehow.
“Keep talking like that and I might wonder if you planned this whole thing just to get in bed with me,” Mom chuckled, before coming to her senses a little. “Anyway, I know you’re just being nice. This is really, really weird but I’m so fucking cold that I don’t care.”
Hearing Mom swear for the first time in my life was almost as jarring as seeing her naked. The cold, and the sheer annoyance of what we had to do to make it through the night, must have really put her in a tizzy. I suppose that made sense; without the threat of freezing to death hovering over us I don’t think it would have been so easy to convince her to strip in front of me, so clearly something in her mind was off kilter.
“Room for one more?” Mom’s tiny feet pitter-pattered towards the sleeping bag. Their dainty tiptoeing was the perfect juxtaposition to my heartbeat thudding in my ears like the bass at a heavy metal concert.
I unzipped the side of the bag and cracked the seal. The cold air infiltrating the covers instantly made me recoil. I don’t know how Mom stayed outside of the bag for so long with her clothes off. Perhaps, the fact that her son was the one waiting in bed for he,r was somewhat of a deterrent. Once she had finally had her fill of the frigid air, she broke taboo.
I pushed myself as far to the side of the bag as I could, but it was not designed for two people. I had to turn on my side to give her an extra few inches, but once she was tucked in we both realized just how cramped this sleep was going to be. Mom zipped up her side and completed our cocoon, whisking away any hint of the winter wind.
I was shocked to feel her icy skin brush against mine. She was cold, I was warm, and so I did what came naturally. Instincts took over and told me to wrap my arms around my shivering Mother, nudity be damned. I slung one arm over her tummy and pulled her tightly against me.
“Settle down, big boy,” Mom said, surely not intending for it to come across as sexy as it did. I apologized and started to unwind my arm, but Mom grabbed me by the wrist. “I’m kidding, honey. I need to get warm, so you can be my big, hot water bottle.”
“You don’t mind?” I swooned.
Mom turned on her side and backed her bum into my crotch, making herself the little spoon. “I know I should care, but I just don’t. I’m so cold I can’t even think straight!” Mom held onto my arm that was strapped across her tummy like a restraint on a rollercoaster, shivering as though she was at the apex of the first drop.
Part of me thought that Mom must’ve forgotten we were still naked; so confounded by the rush of warmth that she neglected the barrier of decency that was supposed to separate mother and child. Her ass gyrated in my crotch, and with it a rush of blood that started to make me uncomfortably hard.
As Mom settled in, she began mindlessly rocking her hips back and forth with the small of her back resting comfortably against my belly. We fit together like a continent that had split apart ages ago, coming back to our rightful place without a hint of space between us. Sure, the bag was cramped, but Mom was going out of her way to stay close to me.
“M-mom you have to stop moving your ass like that,” I begged.
“My what?” Mom punctuated the word by flattening her plump cheeks against my groin.
“I’m so serious, Mom,” I groaned. She must’ve heard the panic rising in my tone. “You’re like a vibrator, and your butt is right on my dick!”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Mom giggled mischievously, and pulled away from me, but I kept my arm around her waist. “I think I’m just so giddy to not be freezing my ass off anymore. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Er–it didn’t, uh…hurt.” I conceded with a wince.
“It didn’t, hmm? You mean this?” Mom backed her bum into me again, refusing to acknowledge my pleas. With her ass tucked squarely in my lap, there was no mistaking her intention. She knew what she was doing by slowly grinding her fat bottom against me. “Just a little thank you from Mommy for keeping her warm.”
I expected Mom to pull away once she’d played her little prank and teased me a bit. To my surprise, once her giggling died down, her ass stayed firmly planted in my lap. She continued to undulate her hips, sending me very confusing mixed messages.
The temperature between us was stronger than the cold outside. Despite the dull chill nipping at our faces, we were encased in such delicious heat that we could not help but melt into each other’s arms.
After a few minutes, I started to drift off. I wanted Mom to fall asleep first so I could feel like some tough, heroic protector that had saved the day, but was lulled to sleep by that very fantasy.
I came to my senses, however many minutes later, and snapped my eyes open when Mom gave a startled gasp. She clung onto my forearm and dug in with her nails.
“H-honey are you awake?” Mom whispered, anxiously patting my arm.
I grumbled something about trying to sleep in a blizzard, but I don’t know if what came out was coherent. When she didn’t follow up, I asked her if she was getting tired, too.
“I was,” Mom shifted her weight. “But then, it started poking me.”
I wondered what she meant for a second, but soon recognized how my cock–now a bulging redwood–was straining between her thighs. I had not realized it, or perhaps confused it with a dream, but Mom had clearly been feeling it steadily grow against her backside the entire time.
It actually hurt; being this hard while forcibly constrained was not something I made a habit of. My erection was pointing at my toes for now, but the tension on it was so great that it would not take much space for it to spring up and flatten against my stomach. If Mom was not here, it would be pointing at my chin, and was not keen to being strapped down in place.
Mom’s skin hugged the sensitive head with every pulse, confined in a prison of supple thigh meat. The thin layer of heavenly soft peach fuzz generously coating her skin tickled me like a whisper. I figured this new development was inducing her sense of alarm, but I was too tired to treat the occurrence with the sincerity it deserved. I tried, pitifully, to play it off like a joke.
“I guess he likes you,” I smirked, hoping it sounded less corny than it did in my head.
“Oh… kay.” Her lips hung onto the word.
“I can’t help it, Mom. I have a beautiful, naked woman pressed up against me and that’s usually his cue.”
“It’s… it’s…” Mom fumbled with her words.
“It’s gross, I’m-“
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