Her hands slid over her slightly damp body, and one explored her bush of hair. Her breath caught, and she smiled a little bitterly to herself. If her husband hadn't left her 5 years earlier his bones would surely have been jumped tonight. She hadn't had sex since he'd gone, and was just about ready to pounce the next guy that even looked at her that way. The naughty things she would do with a giant cock to play with...
A knocking on the door snapped her out of her dirty thoughts. "Mom? Are you about done in there? I need a shower pretty bad."
Wendy sighed. The only man in her life and it wasn't one she could vent her sexual frustrations on. "Be right out, honey!" she called back. She grabbed her robe and shrugged it on, belting it tightly around her waist. The robe was a deep magenta satin, and she loved the feel of it against her skin. She opened the door, and saw her son, Carl, waiting there.
Carl, without thinking, glanced down at his mom's body. She had a pretty damn good figure, and he could see her nipples poking hard against the thin material. His eyes snapped up guiltily, and his mom pretended not to notice, but for some reason felt secretly pleased. Her son was a strapping 6 foot tall, and very muscular. While he wasn't great academically, he excelled at sports and was playing soccer for the state, hopefully soon his country. As such he had an athlete's build, and was pretty handsome to boot.
Wendy pushed past her son, and as she did she caught a scent of his body. He had been out jogging, and while he stank of sweat and exertion, it triggered something primal in Wendy's mind, and it smelt like pure sex to her. She inhaled it in and her breath caught a little in her chest, and she felt her pussy moisten. She quickly lowered her head so Carl couldn't see her blush, and strolled quickly into her room just across the hall.
In the privacy of her bedroom she undid her robe and paused. She had a strong desire to masturbate, but she felt a little guilty, with her son right in the next room. What if he heard? In a way she wanted him to hear, wanted him to think of her as a sexual being... She reluctantly decided to put off the wank until a later date, but rubbed her mound a few times as a promise for later, groaning slightly at how sensitive she felt.
She cocked her head as she heard a rumbling sound from somewhere in the distance, but getting louder quickly. She closed her robe, and hastily tied it up again before opening her bedroom door.
The floor suddenly started bucking wildly below her and she was flung against the doorframe. She cried out and held on tight. An earthquake! The sound was enormous, and the house creaked and groaned as the ground beneath it shook Somewhere in the house there were the sounds of things shattering as they fell off the walls and out of cupboards. She cried out in terror, and the bathroom door in front of her was flung open, and her son stood there, stark naked and dripping with water from his aborted shower, prepared to help his mom even while his eyes were wide in shock.
The ceiling above her creaked, and shifted. Plaster rained down as a beam began to break through – it was going to crush her! Carl cried out a warning, and then leapt across the hallway, tackling her to the ground and landing on top of her as the whole house crashed down around them.
It seemed to take an age for everything to settle down, the house to stop crashing and falling, the ground to stop shaking, and the dust to settle. Carl was pressed heavily on top of Wendy, his body protecting her from the worst of the debris. They seemed to have been lucky – they were caught in a little pocket of air and were left remarkably unscathed. They could breathe, and were protected from most of the roof by a great wooden beam than came within less than an inch of crushing Carl's back before it halted.
Carl started to speak, but ended up coughing. He turned his head so he wouldn't cough straight into his mother's face. He was uncomfortably aware that he was completely naked on top of his mother, and he could feel his penis brushing against his mother's leg. Her robe must have slid loose. He tried again, his voice a little croaky, "Mom, are you okay?" At first he thought she was crying below him, he couldn't see her face in the dark shadows of the debris, but then he realised she was laughing. "Mom?"
"Sorry, Carl," she giggled, slightly from shock, "I just couldn't help thinking what they are going to think when they find us here, like this." She patted his hip, to emphasise he was naked on top of her.
Carl had to smile at this, although he was beginning to panic at the thought of being hauled from the wreckage of the house buck-freaking-naked in front of some news cameras. Hopefully they wouldn't jump to any conclusions. The other thing that was worrying him was his mom's laughter, it was causing her body to jiggle against his, and his body was beginning to react. He willed his cock to stay sleeping, but the monster was aroused by the semi-naked flesh pressing against him, and the adrenaline coursing through his body.
"Carl, can you get off of me? Do you have room?" asked Wendy, when she finally composed herself. She too felt Carl's reaction, and it brought up some pretty shocking thoughts in her, which she just put down to the stressful situation they were in.
"No, I can't. There is something on my back, pressing me down. Perhaps you could wiggle out from underneath me?"
"I'll try." Wendy struggled back and forth to move, but it was slow going. Her breasts brushed back and forth against Carl's chest, and she felt her nipples harden. She was in a life and death situation with her son, what was her body thinking!? She winced in pain a little as she tried to move her leg that was being crushed by Carl's.
"Are you okay, mom?"
"Yeah, could you move your leg a little? It is crushing me a bit."
"Oh, sorry." Carl lifted his body as high as he could, and Wendy wiggled her leg until it suddenly leapt free, and Carl dropped between her wide legs. They both suddenly stopped, wide-eyed. Carl's cock was pressed between them, now very hard, resting on Wendy's pubic hair. They both realised that Wendy's robe had shifted, and now there was nothing between their exposed genitals.
"Mom, I'm so sorry, I..."
"Hush, it's okay. It is just the stress and the shock, don't worry about it." She lifted her head to kiss his cheek, but in the dark she felt her lips meeting his. She broke off quickly, hoping he wouldn't read anything into that.
Carl meanwhile was feeling pretty bad. It wasn't just the stress and the shock, it was the soft, warm, obviously female form moving beneath him. He was always shy around girls, and had only had sex twice before. The feeling of her thighs outside of his, her breasts pressed into his chest, her breath on his cheek, it was almost too much for him. He had to get out of here, as soon as possible.
"Mom, I'm going to try moving downwards. I will try to slip under the beam and get out, okay?"
"Okay, but you be careful now, you hear?"
Carl took a deep breath and pressed himself into his mother as much as he dared without hurting her. He then moved with his hands and toes and started edging backwards. Wendy felt the problem first. Carl's cock slid along her mound, the head running through the pubic hair, briefly sliding over her clit (Jesus, has it EVER been this sensitive before?) and down until it was pointed directly at her pussy lips, the head only just touching it. Then Carl stopped.
"Carl? Can you get out yet?"
"No, the beam is pressing hard against my back now. It actually really hurts," he gasped. "I don't think this is going to work." He relaxed his body, and it automatically slid forwards, and the tip of his cock pressed into the lips of her pussy.
"Carl, no!" cried Wendy, and Carl immediately jerked backwards, eliciting a grunt of pain as the wood ground into his back.
"Mom! I'm so sorry!" cried Carl.
"That's okay. Can you... lift it over or something?"
"Mom, I can't do a thing. With this thing pressing into my back, I can only go one direction – forwards. Could you scoot over to the side, or something?"
"With you on top of me? Not a chance. I guess we are stuck like this until someone finds us."
"How embarrassing."
They stayed like that quietly for some time thankful their little air pocket was not filling up with smoke or water. Wendy began to feel Carl trembling above her.
"Carl, are you okay?" she asked, raising her hand to touch him, before realising the best she could do was his bare hip.