Sarah Thompson gazed out the cabin window, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass as thunder rumbled in the distance. At 42, she was still a vision of mature beauty—curves softened by time but toned from yoga classes she took to distract herself from the divorce. Her ex-husband had left her for a younger woman two years ago, and since then, she'd poured her energy into raising her son, Alex. Now 18 and headed to college in the fall, he was the spitting image of his father: tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that sparkled with youthful mischief.
This lakeside getaway was meant to be their last mother-son bonding trip before he left home. The cabin was rustic, nestled on the edge of a serene lake in the woods, far from the city's hustle. But as the sky darkened prematurely, Sarah felt a twinge of unease. "Looks like that storm's coming in fast," she said, turning to Alex, who was unpacking groceries in the small kitchen.
He glanced up, his biceps flexing under his t-shirt as he lifted a bag. "Yeah, Mom. The forecast said it might get rough. But hey, we've got board games and that old deck of cards. We'll make it fun."
Sarah smiled, her heart swelling with pride—and something else she couldn't quite name. Alex had grown into such a man. She pushed the thought away, busying herself with lighting a few candles just in case. The wind picked up, howling against the wooden walls, and rain began to patter on the roof.
By evening, the storm hit full force. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the churning lake. Then, with a deafening boom, the power flickered and died. The cabin plunged into darkness, save for the glow of the candles Sarah had prepared.
"Looks like we're roughing it," Alex said, his voice steady as he lit more candles around the living room. The warm, flickering light cast shadows that danced across his handsome face.
Sarah nodded, wrapping her arms around herself in her thin sundress. The air had cooled, but the humidity lingered, making her skin feel sticky. "At least we have the fireplace. Can you get it going?"
Alex knelt by the hearth, his strong hands stacking logs with ease. Soon, a fire crackled to life, its heat spreading through the small space. They settled on the couch, sharing a blanket as the storm raged outside. Sarah sipped herbal tea, trying to ignore how close they were—his thigh brushing hers under the fabric.
As the night wore on, conversation flowed easily at first: college plans, funny childhood memories. But the isolation, the intimacy of the candlelight, stirred something deeper. Sarah caught herself glancing at Alex's profile, noticing the way his lips curved when he laughed. And Alex... he couldn't help but steal looks at his mother's full breasts straining against her dress, the way her legs crossed elegantly.
The cabin had only one bedroom—with one large bed. The pull-out couch was ancient and uncomfortable, but Sarah insisted on taking it. "You're the one growing like a weed. You need the space."
Alex protested, but she waved him off. As she lay on the lumpy mattress later that night, listening to the rain pound the roof, sleep evaded her. The fire had died down, leaving the room chilly. She shivered, pulling the blanket tighter.
A soft knock came from the bedroom door. "Mom? You awake?"
"Yeah, honey. What's wrong?"
"It's freezing in here too. And... I feel bad leaving you out there. Come share the bed? It's big enough, and we'll stay warm."
Sarah's pulse quickened. It was innocent, right? Just practical. She slipped into the bedroom, the candle on the nightstand casting a golden hue over the rumpled sheets. Alex was already under the covers, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling steadily.
She climbed in, keeping to her side, but the bed dipped, drawing them closer. Their bodies radiated heat, and Sarah felt a forbidden warmth pooling between her thighs. She turned away, but awareness prickled her skin—his breathing, the faint scent of his soap.
Hours passed in restless tension. The storm showed no signs of letting up. Sarah shifted, accidentally brushing her leg against his. Alex tensed, and she heard his breath hitch.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"It's okay," he murmured, his voice deeper than usual.
But it wasn't okay. The contact ignited a spark. Sarah's mind raced with thoughts she shouldn't have—imagining his hands on her, exploring the body she'd denied pleasure for so long. And Alex? He fought the growing hardness under the sheets, his 10-inch cock stirring at the proximity of his beautiful mother.
Morning brought no relief. The power was still out, and the lake was a turbulent mess under gray skies. They made breakfast over the fire—eggs and toast—laughing off the awkwardness of the night. But the tension simmered beneath the surface.
As the day dragged on, confined to the cabin, they played cards by candlelight. Sarah's sundress rode up her thighs as she sat cross-legged on the floor, and Alex's eyes lingered. She noticed, a flush creeping up her neck. "What?" she teased lightly.
"Nothing. Just... you're gorgeous, Mom. Dad was an idiot."
Her heart fluttered. "Sweet talker. You're not so bad yourself."
The compliment hung in the air, charged. By afternoon, boredom led to wine from the pantry—a bottle Sarah had packed for "relaxation." They sipped by the fire, the alcohol loosening inhibitions.
"Tell me about girls at school," Sarah said, her voice playful but curious.
Alex shrugged. "Dated a few, but nothing serious. They're... immature sometimes."
She raised an eyebrow. "And what about mature women?"
He met her gaze, the candlelight reflecting in his eyes. "They're intriguing."
The room felt smaller, hotter. Sarah's pussy throbbed faintly, wetness gathering as forbidden fantasies crept in. She excused herself to the bathroom, splashing water on her face, but her nipples hardened against the fabric of her dress.
That evening, as the storm intensified again, they retreated to the bed early. This time, the pretense of distance faded. They lay facing each other, inches apart.
"Can't sleep?" Alex whispered.
"No," Sarah admitted, her breath warm on his skin.
His hand brushed her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "Me neither."
Slowly, tentatively, he leaned in. Their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss—sweet at first, then deepening with hunger. Sarah moaned softly, her body arching toward him. Years of pent-up desire surged forward.
Alex's hands roamed her curves, cupping her breasts through the dress, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "We shouldn't..."
"But we want to," he replied, his voice husky.
Clothes came off in a haze—her dress pooling on the floor, his boxers revealing his massive 10-inch cock, thick and veined, standing proud. Sarah's eyes widened, her pussy dripping at the sight. She reached for it, stroking slowly, feeling it pulse in her hand.
They explored each other with reverence—his mouth on her neck, her breasts; her lips trailing down his chest. But the bed felt too confined for the passion building. Alex suggested the dock outside, where the rain had eased to a misty drizzle, the lake lapping gently.
"Out there? In the open?" Sarah hesitated, but the thrill excited her.
He grabbed candles and a blanket. They slipped out, the cool air kissing their naked skin. The dock extended into the lake, wooden planks creaking underfoot. Alex spread the blanket, arranging candles around them—their flames flickering like stars against the night.
Sarah lay back on the blanket, her legs parting instinctively as Alex hovered over her. The storm's remnants hummed in the air, but here, under the open sky, it felt primal. He kissed her deeply, his 10-inch cock pressing against her thigh, hot and insistent.
"Slow," she whispered, guiding him. "Make it last."
He nodded, trailing kisses down her body—sucking her nipples until she arched, then lower, his tongue finding her dripping pussy. She was soaked, her folds glistening in the candlelight. Alex lapped at her clit, savoring her taste, his fingers sliding inside to curl against her G-spot.
Sarah cried out, her hips bucking as waves of pleasure built. "Oh God, Alex... yes..."
He brought her to the edge, then pulled back, teasing. Finally, he positioned himself between her legs, missionary style—their eyes locking in the intimate glow.
Her legs draped over his shoulders, opening her fully. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, his massive cock stretching her tight pussy. Sarah gasped, her walls clenching around him, wetness coating his shaft.
" Fuck, Mom... you're so tight," he groaned, thrusting deep.
Each slow, deliberate thrust sent her gushing—her juices squirting with every plunge, splashing into the lake below the dock. The sound mingled with the water's lap, erotic and rhythmic. Candlelight danced on their sweat-slicked bodies, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the flex of his abs.
Sarah's nails dug into his back, urging him deeper. "Harder... but slow... make me feel every inch."
He obliged, grinding against her clit with each stroke, building the pressure. Her pussy pulsed, milking him as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her—gushing releases that drenched them both and trickled into the water.
Alex held back, savoring the slow burn, until her pleas pushed him over. "Come inside me," she begged, her voice breathless.
With a final, deep thrust, he exploded, filling her with hot cum. They collapsed together, panting, the lake witnessing their forbidden union.
As the storm cleared, so did the guilt—replaced by a new, electric bond. But the night was young, and the cabin waited...