Next day, when I woke up it was already well past nine. I had slept well. I found myself properly tucked in the quilt, which had kept me warm. Soon, the reality descended upon me and I realized I was still in my mother's bed. Whatever happened last night with mom felt like a dream, but the fact that I was in my mother's bed, I was completely naked and above all the dried stains on the bed sheets, which were soaked with our spending, made me believe that I did fuck my mom last night. Just thinking about the events of last night drove my sleeping cock to full erection.

I left the bed, went to the window and tried to see outside. The snowstorm had subsided, but now it was raining lightly. I looked at the enormous wilderness of white snow spread in front of me. Everything covered with a thick coat of snow. I knew it would be trickier to clear the roads, as the rain will convert the soft snow into hard heavy ice making it difficult to handle. I could guess it would not be possible for me to return tomorrow, and I was trapped here.

But I rather felt elated. I knew, although it was Christmas, nobody would be able to visit us today, no friends, no relatives and that meant I was all alone with my beautiful mom to celebrate Christmas. Just thinking about the wonderful time ahead forced my blood to rush through my loins. Absentmindedly, I gripped my cock and lightly ran my fist along its length. It was again raring to go.

Trying to control my urges I came out of my room. Mom was nowhere to be seen; perhaps she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

I took a long hot bath and when I came out of the shower I was fully rejuvenated. I put on my clothes and as I was very hungry I went to the kitchen.

As I had guessed, mom was in the kitchen sitting at dining chair, sipping her coffee. She had already prepared breakfast and perhaps was waiting for me. Hearing my footsteps she looked at me.

"Morning mom." I could not suppress my grin. Last night's events came back to me, and I felt a strong rousing in my underwear. I pulled a chair and sat in front of her.

"Morning son, have your breakfast, coffee is ready."

Something odd struck me. Mom did not look directly into my face. She was avoiding my gaze. She seemed to be absorbed into her thoughts. Something was wrong; mom didn't appear happy. My smile faded. Reluctantly, I pulled my plate and started eating. I wanted to talk to her about last night, wanted to take her into my arms right away after finishing my breakfast and to take her back to bed, but seeing her mood I just kept mum and continued nibbling my food.

Suddenly, mom stirred as if she has realized my presence for the first time. She poured me coffee from the kettle. I took the mug from her silently and started sipping.

"Naresh," Suddenly mom broke the ice. "I think we must talk about the incident last night."

"Yes?" I looked at her questioningly.

"What happened last night was not right..." Mom was looking at her nails, still trying to avoid eye contact with me. "It just happened in the heat of the moment. We never wanted to do it. Isn't it?"

I remained silent, looking at her.

"What I mean to say is..." Mom voice was trembling with emotion. "What happened last night was a mistake and it should never happen again."

"Mom, I don't think what we did was wrong." I replied finally. "I don't regret what I did, I enjoyed it and I would love to do it again. Why can't we do it again? Whatever happened, we can't reverse that, we've already made love with each other and enjoyed it thoroughly, so why not enjoy it again?"

"Are you...?" Mom started to speak, but I stopped her.

"No mom, I don't see this as a mistake, because I always loved you and I always want you to be happy. You can see for yourself that dad is screwing a girl much younger than his own daughter. He's not even bothered about your feelings. He didn't even bother to stay home during Christmas. So what did you do wrong?"

"At least he is not sleeping with his own daughter." Mother meekly tried to defend her husband. "No! We should never do it again. Please try to understand," she started crying, "It's a sin. What would people think if they come to know about it?"

"I don't a give a shit about people or dad, all I know is that I love you," But then I surrendered as I did not want her to start crying again. "OK, We will never do it again. I love you, and I will always respect your decision. I still don't think what we did was wrong or if it were a sin at all, I would love to do it again and again. You are my mother but before that you are a woman too, who has some needs, and I don't see any wrong in helping you in fulfilling your needs. However, I would respect your decision."

Mom looked at me gratefully, her eyes were still wet but she was not crying now. I was not feeling great. All my ideas, all plans for the day, were ruined in one moment. I somehow finished my breakfast and left the kitchen. I went to the lounge and tried to watch TV, but it didn't help. I was feeling restless, and I immediately wanted to go back. I looked out of a window. The rain had stopped, but the weather was not clear yet. I wished that next day the weather would be fine so that I might be able to leave for college. I smiled ruefully at the irony; in the morning I was delighted that the weather is not good and I would not have to make excuses for staying for few more days with mom. But, now I was feeling suffocated. I was feeling trapped and wanted to return immediately. However, I knew that it was not the right time to talk about my return plans, mom would certainly feel bad, so I tried to comfort myself.

I put some warm clothes on and since the rain had stopped, I took a shovel and went out to clear the driveway. Because of the rain, the snow had become hard, and it took me hours before I could finish cleaning the driveway. There were no signs of the roads getting cleared, and I had a premonition that the snowstorm would come back. When I finished cleaning the driveway, lunch was ready. Unwillingly, I ate lunch. I had nothing else to do, so I simply watched TV though I was not enjoying it.

The snowstorm returned in the evening. I could hear strong wind roaring past our house depositing thick layers of snow in our driveway and everywhere with its every sweep. My premonition turned out right. I would not be going back tomorrow.

Though, I was not in high spirits, I helped mom in decorating the Christmas tree and in other household chores. We avoided talking to each other. Sometimes mom tried to talk with me but when she found that I was not willing she gave up. So we worked silently. It was clear from the weather that nobody would be visiting us today, and mom and I would be celebrating Christmas alone.

Finally, after evening coffee, mom told me that she was going to change and I should also go and change. I didn't see any need for changing clothes, because we were not expecting any guests tonight. But, I knew that mom was very particular about all these things, so I didn't argue and went to my room and changed my clothes.

When I came down, mom was already there. She had changed to a black evening gown, beautifully adhering to her petite body. I didn't see any logic for wearing such clothing when the temperature outside was hovering below zero. But, I must admit she looked gorgeous. Every curvature of her tiny constitution was greatly heightened within the confine of her black dress. Her blonde hair was loosely scattered around her neck and shoulder. She had worn a light makeup, and her beautiful face was glowing.

I looked at her admiring her perfect body on display through the confine of her dress. I didn't hide my lustful gaze from her protruding swell of breasts and the small mound between the joints of her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her crotch, where I could almost see her mound pressing against the material. Mom noticed my attention, and she blushed slightly, but again regained her composure. I purposefully avoided commenting about her dress, and I could feel that mother was slightly disappointed.

To me, the celebration was only a ritual now. We said merry Christmas to each other. Mom gave me a gift wrapped in a silvery foil, I thanked her and said sorry for not being able to purchase a gift for her. I promised her that I would send her gift after returning to my college. After some time we had dinner, it was tasty but I was so occupied with my thoughts that I could not enjoy the feast. After dinner there was nothing else to do. Mom brought me hot chocolate, and we settled down to watch TV.

For almost an hour or so we watched TV, not even talking for a single time. Around ten, mom decided to call it a night. She told me that she was feeling sleepy and was going to her room. I bade her goodnight but told her that I would be watching TV for some time. Mom finally retired to her room.

After mom was gone, I turned off all the lights in the lounge. Now, only the occasional flickering of TV and the glow of fire in the fireplace were illuminating the room.

I sat silently in the lounge near the fireplace watching TV. My mind was still occupied with the terrific experience, which I had with mom last night. I wanted to go to her room and fuck her furiously. I was longing to feel her beautiful pussy again pulsating around my rigid cock. At times, I felt like going to her room and raping her. But, I realized that I didn't have that much courage, and further, I didn't want to hurt her. I felt like a coward and wanted to run away from home.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs. Someone was coming down. My heart almost stopped in anticipation. In the dim light of the room, I could see her silhouette slowly coming toward me. I was dumbfounded. I didn't know why she was coming but certainly expecting it to be good. I didn't move from my place, slowly her diminutive figure was in front of me, her face shimmering in the light from the fireplace.