Mommy's Little Man
Chapter 4: Snowtrapped
The Honda Civic rolled unwillingly through the snowy road. The tire chains ripped through hardened snow, pulling the little car on the way to Blackwood Grove.
Mommy swore repeatedly under her breath, cursing the weather. They'd left a half-hour later than they should have, and the road conditions were pushing them further behind schedule.
"I told Gina we should've had Christmas at my place. She knows I'm no good at driving through the freaking snow."
She suddenly remembered her son in the passenger side. She raised a hand to her mouth. "Sorry honey. Mommy deserves a spank for that."
But her boy was far too engrossed in his 3DS to respond -- either to her swearing or her thinly veiled pass at him.
Mommy reached over and ran a hand through his mousy hair. "Tired?"
He shook his head. "Mm-mm, not really. Hey, guess what? My Fennekin just evolved!"
She smiled at him, taking comfort that none of this was affecting him like it was her. "That's great, Tommy. What's he like now?"
"Well, it's still like a fox, only he stands on its back legs. He has this twig in its tail that--"
All of a sudden they both felt and heard a loud crunch as the head of the car lurched upwards into the air. Mommy screamed and Tommy's earphones flew off his head. For a moment the headlights pointed up at the cloudy sky before coming back down and beaming over the top of a snow pile.
"SHIT!" Mommy yelled, and this time Tommy definitely heard. "I didn't see it!"
Either smoke or steam trailed out from under the bonnet.
Mommy reached over and grabbed Tommy. "Are you okay? Oh God, baby I'm so sorry. I'll get us out of here." She turned the key in the ignition and listened to the engine struggle pathetically. Once. Twice. Three times, and she hit the wheel hard with her clenched fist.
She felt on the verge of tears. "Heaven help me, I wasn't looking at the road." She looked towards her son and sighed, "I've really dun goofed this time, kiddo."
Tommy flipped his 3DS closed and put a hand on her arm. "It's okay, Mommy. I shouldn't have been talking to you while you were driving." Guilt slowly etched across his face as he recollected what had just happened. "I'm really sorry."
Mommy shook her head and brought her face down to her son's, pressing her forehead against his. "Shh, enough of that. Driving in this car on our own was a bad idea to start with." She reached down and planted a tender kiss on the corner of her boy's mouth. "Let's see what we can do about this."
Mommy slipped on her thick winter gloves and pulled a wooly hat over her head. She threw her car door open and trudged out into the thick snow. Delicate snowflakes rained down upon her, and the darkening sky threatened them with a powerful blizzard. The dense forest on either side of the road spelled few options for help or escape.
The snow crunched under Mommy's boots as she made her way the front of her Honda. Yep, there it was. A thick wall of waist-high snow had stopped her car dead in its tracks. She unhooked the bonnet and hauled it up, drawing her face away just as a hot cloud rushed into the sky. Steam. No fire. Snow had been forced under the bonnet when they'd hit and was melting off the hot engine. Relief washed over her. At least this hunk of junk won't blow up in our faces.
The chained-up front wheels were buried deep. Without even a shovel, there was no chance of her car getting out.
She heard small feet crunching the snow and Tommy appeared around the other side. "Gee," he said as his eyes fell on the mess. "It's pretty stuck."
"You could say that again."
"So what are we going to do?" although he tried to mask it, there was a hint of real worry creeping into his voice. The cold paled his face but raised the blood to his cherub cheeks. His blue eyes widened with fear at their situation.
The boy then knelt down in the snow and started digging the white stuff away from around the front tires. Mommy's heart clenched. She kneeled down beside him and held his arm. "That'll take us forever, and the storm's going to pick up real soon. I don't even know if I can get the car started again. The best thing we can do is get back inside and wait for help. I'll call your Aunt Gina and see if she can pick us up." With an arm around his shoulder, she led him to the passenger door, opening it and encouraging him back inside.
When she slipped back into the driver's side, she gave the engine one last shot but it was no good. "Yep, we're definitely stuck." Damn my sister for living here. She looked to her son. "For now, let's just keep ourselves warm and not waste the battery on heating. We'll need to keep the lights on for as long as the battery can last." She pressed the button for the hazard lights. Mommy then pulled out her phone and flipped through her contacts to Gina's number.
One ring. Three rings. Five. "Hello, you've reached Dr. Gina Grace. I won't be in the office for the holidays, so please leave your name, number and purpose of call after the beep. If your call is of a very urgent matter, please contact my associate Professor Colin-"
Damn her, Mommy thought. What on earth could she be doing right now? The answering machine beeped in her ear and she responded: "Gina, we're having car trouble, we're..." she checked the GPS, "about five miles south from your house. The storm's going to pick up, so if you could stop psychoanalyzing the neighbor's Christmas decorations and come pick us up, that would be great. Bye."
Mommy slumped back in her chair, watching the snow building up on the windshield and side windows.
"So we're just going to wait?" Tommy enquired.
"Looks like it. There isn't much else we can do. Except try and stay warm." She looked to her son. A sinful little thought crossed her mind. "Tommy. Do you know how we might keep warm?"
"Umm..." he thought about it for a long while, and then a smile spread across his face. "I know!" he exclaimed. "You said you brought hot chocolate, right?"
Defeated by chocolate.
Tommy twisted his little body around to the backseat and began rummaging through their bags.
"Got it!" he announced, bringing a tall chrome thermos as he plopped back down onto the passenger side. He pulled the steel cup from its top and poured himself some, draining it immediately and licking his lips, before letting out a burp. "Sorry, Mom."
Nothing gave her joy like seeing Tommy taking innocent joy in life's simple pleasures, whether they were his beloved Pok mon, or a mouthful of steaming chocolate.
She smiled. "Make it up to Mommy by pouring her some, please." Tommy filled the steel cup to the brim and handed it over, careful not to spill a drop. She took one long sip, relishing the hot, steamy sweetness as it slid down her throat and warmed her insides. She moaned quietly, amazed that just a little hot chocolate was actually making her aroused. An unlikely aphrodisiac.
As she drained the rest of the drink and lowered the cup, she was suddenly aware of Tommy giggling.
"What are you laughing at?"
He pointed to her face. "Moustache," and hid his mouth behind his hand.
She eyed him wickedly. "You think that's funny, huh? Why don't you come over here and lick it off mommy's face, then?"
This brought a little red to his cheeks, but his smiled never faded. He crawled forward towards the driver's seat and moved his face closer to his mother's. Her eyes drooped and her breathing rose, her mind preparing for her young son's affection. His hands fell on her thighs. She closed her eyes and felt the warmness of his tongue as he dragged it across her upper lip. Her body wriggled a little, and before she knew it she covered his mouth with her own and tasted the sweet chocolate within. Her tongue flickered out and smothered his. He resisted a little, but not much. Hands around his head, Mommy pulled Tommy down onto her as their kiss grew deeper. Small moans escaped from her as she sucked on her son's lips and caressed his sweet young back with her fingers. She could already feel his happy, hard penis pressing against her belly through her open coat.
"Sweet baby," she whispered into his mouth as she reached into his pants and pulled out his prick. There was no need to stroke it as it was already hard and juicy, but damned if the young mother didn't take incredible delight in watching her boy blush as her fingers played with him. A glimpse down showed that it was blushing as hard as he was. Pumped full of hot, red blood, she thought. She then reached further down and fondled the two berries below, rubbing them gently between her fingers. And these are full of what Mommy really likes.
She broke the kiss at last. "Honey," she whispered while looking him in the eyes. "Mommy wants to... you know." And she proceeded to unbutton her jeans, before taking her son's hand and pushing it beneath her panties. "Can you tell how much Mommy wants to?" She pulled his hand out and showed him his own glistening fingers. She took his middle and index finger and put them in her mouth, moaning as she tasted herself.
Tommy watched her intensely.
Mommy then hooked her jeans and pulled then down with her panties, exposing herself. With a look, she encouraged Tommy to do the same with his own pants, which he did without hesitation.
Tommy looked at Mommy's wetness for a while, and she would have given anything to know what he was thinking. He loved sex, that was for sure; but did he love what he had sex with? She was obviously very different to him in that area. It wasn't just their sexes that distinguished them, but their age -- her pussy was that of a grown woman, with tufts of trimmed hair, fully-developed labia, and (when aroused) a prominent clitoris. It was worlds apart from the smooth, immature pussies of younger girls he sees at the beach.
Her son ran his fingers over it, eventually sticking one inside. "It's so warm. And gooey," he commented. Pulling out the glistening finger, he brought it to his mouth slowly. Mommy held her breath in anticipation. "So?"
He thought for a while. "Hmm. Doesn't taste like anything else."
"Not bad, though?"
He shook his head.
"Well," she continued, satisfied for the moment, "what's important is that he likes it." Taking hold of his little pecker, she pressed her other hand on his lower-back and guided him inside her. She released a little sigh as she felt her son's hardened penis push as far into her as it could go. She proceeded to pull her top up, exposing her heavy breasts to the warm air in the car.
Tommy was now exceptionally red. Not from embarrassment, but anticipation. She caressed his face with the same fingers she had just sucked and started him off on a rhythm. Tommy had shown unbelievable and unexpected prowess at sex once before -- like something had possessed him -- but never again. Every other time, he performed almost exactly what you would expect for a boy his age: awkward and not always rhythmic, but with a lot of love. Mommy relished being his "teacher" in this regard. She gyrated her hips in a slow, even rhythm, encouraging him with her eyes to join in. He soon began thrusting his little hips, though not exactly in time with her. His youthful eagerness was a powerful thing, and soon he was thrusting in and out in a fast but inconsistent speed that didn't quite work for Mommy.
"Whoa, whoa, hold up!" she laughed. She pressed a hand firmly against his butt and, in unison with her own movement, began guiding his hips back and forth. "See? Like this. Start off steady and then you can go a little faster if you like. Just keep the rhythm. One two, one two, one two, one two. Yeah, like that..."
She was beginning to feel the tell-tale pleasure rising up from her crotch to the rest of her body. Tommy wasn't large by any means, but that didn't mean loving him wasn't a wonderful or fulfilling experience. Couple his good form (when he achieved it) with the knowledge that he was her own, dearest son, and you had yourself a very happy Mommy. She sighed as her boy finally established a happy rhythm, all the while increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.
"My, isn't this fun?" she purred, her half-closed eyes drinking him in.
He nodded, "Uh-huh. Mommy, is it okay if I... shoot the white stuff inside again?"
He always asked this. The poor boy was always so conscious about what his Mommy wanted, never wanting to displease her. She caressed his sweet cherub cheek and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. "Of course, my baby. Nothing would make Mommy happier."
She squeezed his firm, round butt cheeks like two ripe fruits and forced his crotch harder against hers, making her squeal. "Oh yes, Tommy! Mmm, Mommy loves that!"
Pretty soon, their lovemaking was a combination of her gyrations, Tommy's thrusts and Mommy's hands guiding him in and out of her. Mommy felt her mouth hang open and her face contort in an almost pained expression as the sex really started getting hot. She felt her son's slightly curved member rubbing upwards, right on that spot that doused her in waves of delightful pleasure. If it kept up, she knew she was in for an amazing orgasm.
"Please," she begged him, "Don't stop, keep going for Mommy."
"I'm gonna do it soon, the milk."
"Okay honey, just hold on."
"Mommy, I can't, I'm --"
She shushed him hastily, concentrating on reaching her climax.
Her obedient son tried to be quiet, laying his face against her exposed breasts to muffle any noise. But when the time came, he couldn't hold back his cry as he shot his seed into her. She felt a twinge of pain as he bit down on her breast and released a long, hot shot of young spunk inside of her. The sudden pain on her breast and hotness in her womb was enough to push her over the edge.
"Oh shit, Tommy keep it in!"
With claw-like hands she clutched her son's butt and rammed his crotch hard against hers. She wanted his hard little pecker as deep inside as possible. Its juicy head thrust against her g-spot and she cried into his shoulder. It felt like every muscle in her body, including her inner muscles, which locked Tommy's dick inside of her, contracted during her orgasm. She squished her boy tight against her body, smothering his face against her bosom, feeling jolt after jolt of pleasure. Her toes curled inside her boots and her nipples stood on end.
As her orgasm subsided, the air around her pungent with sweat and sex, her body relaxed and she fell into a semi-conscious slump in the driver's seat. Her toes uncurled. She loosened the grip on her son's butt, but kept him positioned there -- wanting him to stay inside her forever. She could already feel his prick shrinking.
She whispered love in her boy's ear before sleep took her.
Sharp tapping against her window jarred Mommy back into consciousness. Torchlight shined through a patch in the icy window. She gasped as she realized her son and her were still positioned like lovers; pants down and everything.
"Mom?" her waking boy muttered.
Mommy shushed him, "Stay quiet, baby." She hastily pulled her top down over her exposed breasts and reached around to the backseat. Grabbing the corner of a blanket, she threw it over herself and her boy. If nothing else, she would look like a very fat driver. Much more acceptable than what was really going on.
Mother and son's combined body heat had fogged up the window so much that even when after a gloved hand had wiped the snow away, it was still impossible to see who was shining the torch outside. She wiped the condensation away. Gina's smiling face met her. Her sister waved, and then gestured towards the back of the car. When Mommy threw her an exaggerated shrug and quizzical look, Gina trudged out of sight.
Her phone suddenly buzzed.
[put it in N]
Mommy complied.
The whole car suddenly lurched backwards. Ice slid off the front windshield and bonnet as it was pulled away from its snowy entrapment. Soon enough they were on back on the road -- albeit, backwards and in the middle of a raging snow storm.
[Thnx]
[no problem. its been too long since i saw my beautiful nephew.]
Mommy relaxed and let her sister guide her car to safety. After a minute, however, her phone buzzed again.
[by the way, he has a great butt <3]
Mommy looked down at her son who was coming out of sleep. Her heart sank as she saw, indeed, that the blanket hadn't covered either of them adequately.
"Are we being rescued?" Tommy asked groggily
Mommy caressed his cheek. "You could say that."
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