Trapped and Naked in a Cabin with My Friend's MILF Mom: Pt 1

Gathering the firewood in the bitter snow, up in the mountains, had been tiring; however, the thought of returning to Ms. Brown in the cabin kept him motivated. He knew it was taboo that he had the hots for his friend's mom, yet he didn't care.

So what if she was more than 20 years older than him?

What mattered was they were alone…

He reminisced on how long he had had a crush on Ms. Brown…She was always sweet and fun to talk with, while being hot as hell. It was a shame and a blessing that her husband had grown bored with her. For many months, he had fantasized about what it might be like to see her big and luscious tits, while picturing his cock sliding in-and-out of her love box…

Finally, Jason returned to the cabin, kicking the door open. Stepping inside, he saw Ms. Brown rush over, a look of relief on her Nubian, motherly face; relief for him surviving, as well as for finding more firewood.

"Oh, sweetie! I'm so glad you made it back okay!" She scurried up and embraced him in a hug, the swell of her large breasts pressing against his chest.

Jason felt the soft warmth of her hands on his cold cheeks. "You must be freezing," she cooed, her lips brushing past his ear.

With a gentle push, she guided him away from the door and toward the hearth where a fire was crackling. A stack of kindling stood near the fireplace, ready to feed the raging flames. Jason dropped the wood he had gathered at the threshold, then moved closer to the fire under her watchful gaze. The heat washed over him, thawing his frozen body.

"How do you feel, honey?" she asked, her tone concerned.

"I'm sore and tired, ma'am. My muscles ache."

Jason reached out a hand, grasping one of the logs and tossing it onto the blaze. It landed with a satisfying thud, sparks erupting in every direction.

"God, I'm so fucking cold," he groaned, rubbing his hands together. "This sucks ass."

She turned to look at him. "Err, uh, I mean, it stinks it's so cold out. This feels great to be in front of the fire."

Ms. Brown nodded sympathetically, watching him with concern in her eyes. "Well, why don't you take off those wet clothes, get warm, and we can have a bite to eat?" she suggested, gesturing towards the small table set up in the corner. "Even with the power outage, we still have enough daylight for a few more hours."

Jason hesitated for a moment before reluctantly removing his soaked jacket and scarf. His damp shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing his toned physique. Feeling self-conscious, he quickly peeled off his wet pants, exposing his briefs underneath. Ms. Brown watched him intently, her eyes tracing every curve and contour of his youthful form. He could sense her appreciation for his physical attributes, and it filled him with a strange satisfaction.

Once Jason had changed into dry clothing, he joined Ms. Brown at the table where she had prepared sandwiches and soup.

The aroma wafted through the air, filling the room with a comforting scent. They sat down across from each other, munching on their food silently. An awkward tension hung between them, thickening with each passing second.

"So, um, Jason," Ms. Brown finally broke the silence, "how does your family handle these kinds of situations?"

Jason hesitated, searching for the right words. "We usually just tough it out," he replied after a moment.

"This sucks! I'm still cold…I think it's because my shirt's so wet."

"So then, take it off," she suggested.

Jason hesitated but eventually removed his wet shirt, revealing his lean torso. "And, my damn muscles ache so badly."

"Here, let me give you a massage," she said, standing up and walking around his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders.

As she began to knead his muscles, Jason couldn't help but moan softly, feeling the tension melt away under her soft and motherly touch…