Cold Night (longer version)

I was looking through my stories and this one leaped out at me as one that needed expanding. I took the opportunity to run through it and correct some problems I had with the original story. I grant it’s not been expanded much, just a whole new, short scene but I think it finished it off better than the original did.


It had been a long cold day. Mom had had to turn the heating down this winter to save money, ever since my father had cut her off she’d been showing signs of slight desperation. The heating was yet another sign.

I tried to help out where I could always silently cursing my father, who could more than afford to keep us in the, well no I won’t call it luxury but comfort is a good enough description, that we’d become accustomed to. I mowed lawns on the weekends or washed cars, earning a decent amount of money actually, but it just wasn’t enough to cover the household bills, so my mother had put our house on the market.

This evening the temperatures outside had dropped well below freezing but as this was one of the few times this happened where we lived my mother refused to turn the heating on. So we sat dressed in woollies and blankets enjoying a quiet evening in front of the TV. Finally my mother decided to go to bed and told me to come too and share her bet with her. I was surprised, we hadn’t shared the same bed for six years, not since I was ten and I had innocently placed my hand on her breast when we slept. My mother had woken up and yelled at me that time. Now however I knew why, then it wasn’t quite so understandable.

“But Mom I don’t wear any PJ’s.” I said trying to get out of this. I knew the duvet on my bed would be lovely and warm tonight, after I’d spent enough time in it to raise it’s temperature. But my Mother was adamant that I sleep with her.

“Billy, we’ll share our warmth, you can wear your boxers to cover yourself.” I finally, reluctantly agreed.

My mother changed in her bathroom putting on her nighty as I went to my room and shucked off my jeans and tops. I quickly clambered under the covers and my mother joined me soon after. I was a little surprised at how thin and revealing her nightdress was. I rarely saw her in a state of undress, and during the day her nighties were enough to cover her modesty but tonight with the light behind her it was transparent and I got a nice view of her form through the material. She turned the bedside light off and cuddled into me.

It took a while for her closeness to stop being uncomfortable for me and I finally dropped off. A few hours later I woke up and was surprised to feel my penis as hard as it ever had been, but even more surprising was that somehow whilst asleep my dick had slipped out of the front of my boxer shorts, and my mother’s nightdress had ridden up high enough that my dick was nestled between the cheeks of her arse, skin on skin. This made me nervous as hell, recalling the shouting I had received after the accident when I was only ten and accidentally walked in on my mom as she was dressing. Now I was 16 and I was well aware of the position I was in.

I started to think about my mother for the first time in earnest as an object of sexual desire.