Hurricane Katrina was coming with high winds and destruction. Marge Hanson and son John, decided to hunker down while others heeded the warnings and left. Robert Hanson called for three days trying to convince his sister to leave.
Katrina blew with such force that Marge wondered if she had made the right decision. All night long, she and John lay on a mattress but the heat and humidity were unbearable. Little by little they had stripped down to their underwear.
Hours later John woke to find his mother trembling inches from him. The hard rain had chilled the night air, so he rolled close and spooned her. Wrapping his arms around her, she snuggled back hard against him.
John's mind went back to earlier events that day. They both had worn coveralls preparing for the storm then showered and changed. John grabbed a comfortable jogging suit, Marge put on a thin summer jumper. Beneath it a mommie bra and plain bikini style panties. Many times she bent over accidentally exposing butt cheeks. Several times she stood before a window checking the sky and John peered through her jumper. For a thirty-nine year old mother, her body still turned a head. They walked outside to sit and John continued to the street. He turned to find her sitting on the top step. The closer he walked back to her, the better the view of her panty covered cunt.
Getting back to the present, John felt his cock start to rise. It slowly worked it's way to the opening of his old style boxers. Soon he could feel the cotton of his mother's panties. He was in a near panic as it came to full size and pressed into the crease of her cheeks. He tried not to move but he knew had to get away from her. He eased back and just as he was clear of her, she moved back. As she did his cock slid right between her legs and under her panty gusset. He was trapped.
A sharp clap of thunder caused Marge to jump. John wondered if she would wake, but she only repositioned herself leaning more forward. John was in pain. His cock was at full mast, trapped with the head firmly held against her. He knew if it weren't for the panties he would be inside her. He started to ooze uncontrollably.
He thought every nonsexual thought he could without relief. Her panties were wet and they seemed to slipping to one side. Moving fractions of an inch backward trying to free himself, only made matters worse.
Her panty leg band slid beside his cock and all he could feel was hair. The more he pulled back, the more he felt his self slipping inside her. He paused trying to rethink his situation.
Marge was fully aware of his situation. She had the head of his cock between her cunt lips waiting for him to push. Taking matters in her own hands she squirmed her ass and the head slid right in. With a twist of her shoulder she screwed herself completely on him. The warm wetness of his mother's cunt engulfed him. John cringed as his balls ignited and fired cum shot after cum shot. Marge squeezed with each pulse of his shaft. She meant to empty him just as she had emptied her brother Robert, who made him.
To be continued.
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