Kyla finds herself in a tricky situation when a massive earthquake strikes as her step son, Eric, is in the shower. They find themselves trapped beneath the rubble of their home, naked and alone for who knows how long - can Kyla and Eric keep their emotions under check until rescue arrives?
This short story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of consenting adults in compromising situations, m/f taboo sex, finger play, step mother/step son sex and is 3500 words in length.
I’m not sure how long I was out, but I awoke in blackness a time later. I groaned, barely able to move. I felt a bit of chill air whipping across my face, and I blinked my eyes open. I couldn’t see much, but I could see a bit of moonlight streaming across my eyes. That didn’t seem right. While my face felt cold, My back and side felt comfortably warm. For a moment, I worried that I was bleeding, but I felt Eric stir against me, and I realized he’d grabbed me and tried to shield me from the worst of the collapsing house with his body. My step son cradled me from behind, and his body heat was overwhelmingly warm in the tight space nestled beneath the remains of our home.
“Mom?” he asked gently. “Are you okay?”
I tried to move, but, for the moment, there was too much pinned onto me. “Yeah,” I said, coughing. “I think so. I don’t feel like anything is broken, anyway. You?”
“Same,” he said. “Though all I have is a towel.”
I blinked into the darkness. My step son was pressed up against my back, wearing nothing but a towel. Under different circumstances, that probably would have been the substance of dreams made flesh. I let my eyes drift closed, exhausted, trying to figure out what to do.
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Published December 30, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.