Hurricane Story

Anyone keeping up with current news has definitely heard of the 3 hurricanes that hit Florida in 2004. I can’t even remember their names and it is not really important for this story anyway, but if it had not been for the hurricanes none of this would have ever happened.
Let me start by giving you some background as to how another chain of events merged with the unfortunate weather to bring my sexual encounter with mom about. I am the baby of four brothers and had a sense that something was wrong with mom and dad’s marriage for quite a while; however, like most parents they lived by the motto “we will stay together until the kids go to college.” Well there is five years of difference between me and my closest sibling and mom and dad were getting antsy. When I was 14 they split and mom moved to the coast while dad stayed in our home city. I chose to stay with dad mostly because all of my friends were close and I wanted to stay at the same school.
My dad is a contractor and during the summer I would make extra money by helping his workers do various tasks; not the least of which, was roofing. This is the final piece of puzzle that put me and mom under the same roof, alone, for days on end.
When the first hurricane hit the east coast of Florida it was really no big deal. It pretty much came from Tampa and was really weak by the time it made it’s way all the way across the state. However the second one was more of a direct hit on the east coast. While my parents have a good amount of money they could not afford to pay for two houses after the split, so mom bought a used townhouse for a place to stay. Needless to say, the 25 year-old townhouse did not hold up that well in the winds of the second hurricane and one of the first things to go was the roof. It was not completely torn off, but there was a lot of leaking and damage. Thankfully the cell phone service still worked so mom called dad to see if she could get a hand in repairing her roof. Of course they got into a big argument when dad said he had all the business he could handle and there was no way he could help. Personally I think he said that just to piss her off, but later you could tell my dad felt bad. So his option was to have me drive to the coast with a few supplies to see if I could patch the roof until it could be proplerly fixed.
Upon arrival the roof was worse than it sounded over the phone, I did the best I could but there was not enough supplies to do a great job. Mom’s upstairs not only had leaks but it also smelled pretty bad from the water saturating the carpet. Needless to say the power was out so there was no way to hook up fans to air out the townhouse, as a result mom pulled one double matresses downstairs on the living room floor.
The first 2 of the 7 days I was there I spent most of my time working on the roof and me and mom drove around the local area to see all of the damage caused by the hurricane. I was pretty much exhausted at night time and would pass out on the couch while mom slept on the matress. Once the roof was finished I told mom I would stay for a couple of days to help with the cleaning and make sure she was OK.
We did a lot of talking and walking aroung the neighborhood, but both admitted we were bored out of our minds with no TV and no computer.
One night when going to bed I noticed mom popping some pills and asked her what they were. It turns out since leaving my dad she had taken a turn for the worst. She had been seeing a local family doctor for depression and had become a regular pill popper. Anti depressants and sleeping pills were the norm for her now and also a lot of nights crying alone watching TV. I felt really horrible to hear my mom spilling her guts and it felt a little awkward so I was glad when the sleeping pills kicked in and knocked her out. However, I was not sleepy and sat there on the couch thinking and looking at my mom. She is an average looking lady but she is pretty thin in spite of having 4 kids. She has small petite breasts and shapely hips. It was hard to see a lot of detail in the dark but I could certainly make out the curves of her 130 pound body. At the young age of 17 this was turning me on, sure I had gotten some play on the couch, or in the car from various high school girls, but I had never been in the same room watching a woman fall asleep. I think it was that first night that I came up with a plan. This was night 3.
On the fourth night I acted like I was bored out of my mind again with lack of TV and asked if I could have one of her pills and turn in early. She said that was fine and gave me one of her prescription strength pills to take. Judging by the way she was knocked out the night before I knew mom would think that I passed out. So, I faked taking the pill and layed down on the double bed on the floor of the living room. Up until now mom had slept on the bed and I had slept on the couch behind her, but now I was faking to be sound asleep on the double matress. However, I did not want to scare her off so I faced away from where she would lay down and gave her plenty of room to slide in beside me. Much as I had hoped I heard mom rattling around with her pill bottles and she soon slid into the bed beside me. By this time I had a raging 7 inch hard on. I could not believe things had turned out the way I had planned them. But now I did not know what the hell to do. It is kind of like climbing the ladder to a high dive and then not having the guts to jump off once you get up there. But I knew I had all night and mom had just begun the deep breathing of a drug induced sleep. Now bear in mind I had no intentions of raping my mother, however I did want to take a peek at as much as I could while she was asleep. This was made harder by the fact that there was no light in the house but it was also made easier by the fact that it was hot and humid as hell in the old townhouse. Not only were the windows open, but mom also only wore a thin T-shirt with silky panties to bed. Unfortuantely, for me though she never moved much during her deep sleep and she was laying on her side, so it was difficult to see anything except the curve of her great ass covered by panties. I soon got tired a fell asleep myself.
The next morning I awoke much in the position I layed down, but with one major difference: my mom was on my side of the bed with her breasts pushed firmly into my back and her arm across my stomach.