My feet left wet footprints on the bedroom floor as I hurried across the room and turned on the television, pausing only to pick up my silk bathrobe from the bed as I passed. I was bathing in the bathroom of my suite and listening to the evening soap opera through the open door when I was suddenly interrupted by an urgent local broadcast, which I now rushed to listen to.
As I approached the screen, its image changed from a young reporter to a map of the state, and I immediately recognized a red-outlined area at its center, indicating a city less than twenty miles from my hometown. I turned up the volume, then backed away from the TV and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“…officials have said the increased seismic activity is unlikely to result in a major earthquake, but smaller tremors may occur throughout the evening. Nevertheless, while the public is reassured, local residents are advised to take appropriate precautions.”
“Amazing,” I muttered sarcastically, knowing full well that this meant spending hours inside a concrete cube.
I don’t usually mind. Earthquakes are just a part of our lives. In fact, our family has spent a great deal of time in our reinforced bathroom over the years, experiencing only minor quakes. The kids even resort to board games, poker and word puzzles to find shelter, just like during a power outage. It’s just that I was looking forward to going to bed early tonight. “Sophie…where’s your brother?” I called to my daughter in the hallway, giving up a night of self-indulgence and maybe a little fun with her plastic friends.
“I don’t know mom, I think it’s in the bathroom.”
“Please tell him to hurry up, we need the bathroom. I just need to get dressed and…” Suddenly, as if before I could say anything, the ground shook violently and the whole house shook. “Tell him we’re coming in… there will be an earthquake tonight.” I immediately grabbed the survival kit that was under the bed and went into the closet to get some clothes.
I took everything in my arms and turned around sharply – running out of the bedroom and down the corridor towards the bathroom, even as a second, stronger shiver hit me. I stumbled a little and bumped a little against the wall before regaining my balance. Sophie was standing in front of me at the bathroom door, slamming the door and impatiently calling her brother.
“Come on, James… Mom told us to hurry up, can’t you feel the earthquake?”
I heard a muffled noise inside, and then the door opened and Sophie suddenly came in. I saw James standing in our old Victorian bathroom with a towel around his waist.
“Come on, James, please unplug and jump in.” I turned and closed the door, making sure all the safety bolts were securely in place.
“You can wait a minute,” she protested softly as I closed the door and turned back. I couldn’t help but laugh at her slight embarrassment.
“James, you know the drill. Lockdown as soon as the earthquake starts…except your sister and I have seen it all before.” “Come on, get out and put your robes on.” I crossed the room and pulled the glass cover off the bathroom window, securing it in place. I glanced at Sophie and saw that she had pulled out the mulch pads from her locker – bumper plates that cover sinks and toilets to prevent injuries from collisions with them.
Behind me, James was still complaining about just having to apply soap.
“Well, you’ll just have to wipe it off,” I replied sternly, turning away from him and walking toward the bathroom. “Come on, unplug it… you know water in the tub is dangerous…” As soon as I said that, I leaned into the tub, grabbed the chain, and unplugged myself, but before I could finish, the ground beneath our feet shook again and the lights in the bathroom flickered.
The sudden turmoil alerted me and forced me forward, and I instinctively reached out my hand. I grabbed James’ wet wrist, but he drew back, too. He raised his free hand up and searched in vain for support. Instead, he found the thin fabric of my pajamas, and he fell backward until he hit the rubber tiles of the wall. I felt the robe stretch, then tear, but not before his weight picked up speed, pulling me toward him.
One moment I was standing on the bathroom floor, the next I was sitting precariously on the high edge of the tub, my shins aching from the impact of the hard edge. As I struggled to regain my balance, I noticed James doing an awkward dance as he tried to find his footing on the slippery ground.
The floor rose again, and I heard his legs lose balance with a scream of protest. The lights above us flickered again, then suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness. Disoriented, I stretched my legs out, reaching desperately for the floor, but I couldn’t find air. Meanwhile, James slid under the tub, groaning with the impact and sending a spray of water into the air. Immediately, I felt my body move, jolted from my unstable position, and I fell.
Landing hard on top of my son, I felt my stomach collide with his raised knees, I gasped in pain, forcing the air out of my lungs, but as I slid between his legs, he butted in and my legs buckled under my weight and parted, forcing them to lie flat. I tried to calm my breathing and listened to my daughter’s frightened voice in the darkness.
“Mom…James…are you both okay?”
“I’m fine, honey,” I said, “James…?”
“Uh…yeah, I guess I’m okay,” he mumbled beneath me. There was a strange tone in his voice that I couldn’t decipher, but as I lay in the dark for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath, I suddenly realized that my torn pajamas had fallen off, leaving me naked. Even worse, I realized that I could feel James’ flaccid cock pressing against my bare skin. It was like James’ voice was reading my mind, echoing my thoughts in the darkness.
“Uh…Mom, I think I lost my towel…”
“Indeed,” I replied in a sharp voice, “you think so too!” I tried to move but found that there was absolutely no grip on the steep, slippery sides of the old Victorian bathhouse. I was lying on my back, my arms pinned beneath me by my weight and James’s legs pinned to my sides. I arched my back, trying to straighten up, but the effort was futile and I realized that my heavy breasts were shaking against my son’s torso.
I gave up and tried to push off with my knees, trying to lift myself off of him, but my legs slid into the tub and the momentum pushed me further into his body and bound our limbs more tightly together.
“Come on, let me try.” James said, sensing my struggle. He lay on his back at the bottom of the tub, barely able to reach the edge with his fingers, but his hands slid across the wet surface as my body weight pinned him to the ground. Behind me, my legs were bent over the other side of our slick prison, bearing the weight of my upper body on him, while his efforts caused me to slide further down his body. Suddenly, I felt his manhood come out of the darkness and touch my face, and I felt his pubic hair brush against my chin.
“Don’t do that, James,” I yelled in panic, turning my head away sharply, unable to move my arms to escape the unwanted intrusion. Luckily, he gave up trying and slid his body away from my face until my head rested on his stomach.
We were stuck there, lying there for a while, breathing heavily as the ground beneath our feet continued to shake. Behind me, the plug hole rumbled as the last of the bathwater was drained and I couldn’t help but smile thinking about the chain of events that had led to this moment.
“Well, now we’re in trouble,” I joked. However, the humor is short-lived. James was strangely quiet, and I realized with horror why.
My son has long since reached the age of sexual curiosity; I once found magazines in his room that showed girls in various stages of undress. At eighteen, I’m sure he was still a virgin – so it’s no wonder he might find this situation oddly erotic… What hot-blooded male wouldn’t, I mean, it’s not like I’m an ugly mother either. Although I’m in my thirties, my body is still as slim as ever. I’m lucky enough to be a skinny size 8, and I know my figure has raised a few eyebrows over the years. My husband used to claim that I had the world’s tightest round ass and the firmest 36DD breasts, which my son had only discovered around that time. Nestled in my huge chest crevice, his cock was twitching and I felt it start to harden until his swollen manly head poked out of the tight confines of my crevice.
I could feel his cock moving back and forth between my wet testicles as the ground shook continuously, and through the darkness I could hear my son’s soft gasps. I didn’t dare move for fear of making things worse. Usually the jolts don’t last more than a few minutes at a time, and I silently prayed that this jolt would pass. Especially when I realized that, despite my reluctance, I was beginning to find this position a little exciting.
Outside the bathtub, I heard my daughter fumbling.
“Sophie…what are you doing?” I called to my daughter.
“I’m looking for a safety bag so I can get my flashlight,” he replied next to me.
“Honey, help me… we’re stuck,” I pleaded desperately, but she continued searching the floor next to the tub, oblivious to the seriousness of our situation.
“Wait a minute, Mom… it’ll be easier with the light, I think I’ve got it.”
As she spoke, I could feel my son’s penis sliding easily between my breasts, and I suspected the lubrication of pre-cum helped it pass. Attempting to move increased the pressure on his hard shaft, which increased my arousal even more as my sensitive nipples brushed against his groin. I opened my mouth frantically, asking my daughter for help, but as soon as I did, I felt the head of his penis swell and his body tighten beneath me. As my son began to ejaculate, his engorged cock trapped firmly between my breasts, the head protruding from my tight slit, I felt all sorts of spasms. He drew in a sharp breath and spewed his hot semen onto my skin, the first drops of semen falling into my open mouth and onto my face. As the hot fluid hit my throat, I swallowed it instinctively. I immediately shut my mouth and lay still in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened. James mumbled something beneath me that sounded like an apology.
Just then, a light came on and my daughter’s head appeared above the tub. In the flashlight she saw the scene in front of her, but couldn’t see her brother’s semen coating our bodies and she laughed at our embarrassing situation. The jolts seemed to be subsiding and would stop completely after a while, a fact I was grateful for because my son’s erection hadn’t fully subsided yet and if my semen-splattered breasts kept stroking it long enough it would have definitely returned to its full glory. I focused and tilted my head back until my eyes met my son’s. His face reflected the shame and guilt he was clearly experiencing, and despite the salty taste of his semen in my mouth, I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him – after all, it wasn’t his fault. If I’m being completely honest, I was almost glad that James could look at me in a sexual way, no doubt I found myself oddly horny – although it’s not an experience I’m looking forward to repeating. I smiled at him reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, James,” I said reassuringly, “let’s get out of here and dry off… Sophie, can you please hold my hand for me?”
My daughter managed to stifle her laughter, stood up and grabbed me, sliding her hand into the space between my breasts and upper arms and grabbing my armpits. She couldn’t lift my full weight off of James, but she managed to lift my chest enough that I could fold one of my arms under me. I twisted my body awkwardly, pressing my son’s bare thighs inches from his cock, making me yelp in pain, and slowly our limbs parted and I was able to roll on top of him. I realize this struggle puts us in a more compromising position. My back was to him, one arm supporting his chest, his cock now pressed into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, dangerously close to the entrance that had given birth to him so many years ago. The fact that James stopped moaning and stiffened from the assault on his body tells me he realized this too. I wondered if it was fear that kept him quiet, or if it was something else. For a split second, I thought about his hard cock pressed between my nipples, shooting his cum all over my body, and I realized with panic that I could feel a warm heat rising between my legs.
I was shocked and embarrassed by my private thoughts, and suddenly began to wish to put some distance between us. Fortunately, I was almost home. All I had to do was lift my feet up, turn around, find a foothold and have my daughter pull me out of the tub, but I still couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of excitement I felt when I touched my body. My feet were on the floor of the tub when I grabbed my daughter’s hand and she pulled me forward, one leg between James’ legs and the other under his armpit. As my legs stretched the length of his upper body, I knew from his position that he could look directly at my crotch and see my pink lips clearly amid a pile of dark, trimmed pubic hair. I’ve never been shy around kids, but before today, the idea of such intense scrutiny definitely made me feel embarrassed. But now, I feel guilty admitting that it turns me on, and as I stand next to him, bending forward from the waist, extending my free hand to balance on the edge of the tub, I look down to see his eyes closed, his cock springing to attention in front of my wet pussy. Of course, so far I can assume what has happened is harmless. Unfortunately, nature seems to be full of ironies.
At that moment, plates floating on a mantle of magma miles below us collided with such force that the impact shook the earth. The resulting turmoil was twice as great as it had been that day, a force that snatched my hand from my daughter’s and flung her to the other side of the room, sending the flashlight flying into the air as it did so, the flashlight flew out from beneath me and I fell.
For a few seconds, James and I bounced up and down in the tub like slippers in a washing machine. Disoriented and trembling, I realized I had come to James, facing him and sitting upright. He was below me, but managed to keep himself upright, my legs wrapped around his waist, keeping us close, my breasts bouncing uncontrollably in his face. The flashlight spun across the floor, shining its beam wildly around the walls until it vanished, plunging the room into new darkness, just as the glass window behind the protective curtain broke loudly. Behind me, I felt a tap pierce the flesh of my shoulder, and I recoiled from the sudden pain, throwing myself toward James. At that moment, the main shock subsided almost as abruptly as it had come, and the initial violent upheaval of the ground gave way to steady thumps as secondary waves spread out from the epicenter.
“Mom… you have to let me go!” I heard him say over the painful rumble outside, but I held on tight. Beyond the protective perimeter of our fortified bathrooms, the earthquake in our little town was bearing down with its full force. Inside a screened shelter, rubber shock absorbers dampen the strikes, and our shelter has proven effective over the years in protecting our families from harm, yet, when James spoke, I felt the panic in his voice was a sign of the beast outside.
“It’ll be okay…” I reassured him out loud. “If we stay together, at least we won’t hurt each other.” I quietly told my son.
“It’s not that I’m scared mom. You don’t understand. You have to let me go.” A few seconds after falling on top of my son, I became aware of his hard hip bones intermittently poking the top of my thigh at the base of my buttock. I was too distracted to pay attention to it, but now I realize it wasn’t actually his hip bone.
All I could feel was his cock, fully erect, right underneath me, scraping my flesh as it sought the path of least resistance. It slid into the gap between my ass cheeks, bumping and poking all the way through my crack, stopping briefly at the entrance to my asshole. For a moment I thought it might get impaled as it kept pushing relentlessly against the narrow hole, but in desperation I tried to pull away. But it was too late, that movement only succeeded in pushing his cock away from my ass, but as I fell back onto his lap I felt his swollen cock sink into the soft folds of my vagina. My eyes widened in fear, and I tightened my legs around my son’s waist, trying my best to keep myself from sliding off his hard cock. Gravity seemed to have other ideas, and without resistance from my already wet opening, his thick head slid in easily, impaling me with his thick cock.
Unable to restrain myself, I moaned with pleasure. Since my husband was out, I did not notice any movement for several weeks. However, James interpreted the sound negatively.
“Forgive me, Mom,” he said meekly, leaving me completely speechless for the first time in my life. Tonight, a series of events spiraled out of control. So many unbearable obstacles have conspired to land me here, in a position I never in a million years predicted – a position a mother should never be in, shoulder to shoulder with her son. But the most shocking thing was that one horrible thought kept coming to my mind, over and over again, and it kept creeping into the center of my consciousness. When I should have been struggling like a madwoman to remove my son’s penis from my body – earthquake or not, one tiny thought froze my body. One thought repeated with increasing intensity… “Oh my god, it feels so good!”
I sat motionless over my son and fought the turmoil inside me. I heard Sophie groping around in the darkness of the room, and a new fear crept into my mind. I knew she would be looking for a flashlight. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough, I can only imagine how humiliating it would be for her to open the bathroom and see what was going on in it.
“Don’t move,” I said hoarsely, “…you two, this will be over soon.” I tried to make this seem like an ordeal, but it wasn’t; it was something we could live with and pray it would be over quickly. Truthfully though, I didn’t want to let it go. With every second his cock was pushing into my pussy, with every roll and bulge of the ground beneath our feet, with every groin rubbing against my swollen clit, I could feel the sexual heat rising inside me.
