It was one of the worst snowstorms ever to hit Kingston. The snow was up to the window sills and all the roads were closed so I could not possibly make it to my classes at high school.
When Dad divorced Mom, he received the family residence, and Mom took two small rental houses. She rented one out, while she and I lived in the other. Our house had all electric heat and no facility for burning wood. With the electric power off because of the snowstorm, the house temperature went down to fifteen degrees. My teeth were chattering so loudly that they sounded like a machine gun.
Mom pulled the electric blanket off of her bed and dug a feather bedcover out of the closet. After she put it on her bed, she suggested that I crawl in the bed with her as I probably would be too cold alone in my own bed. In as much as we had gotten up only to observe the snow, neither of us were dressed. I threw my bath robe on Mom's bed and climbed under the feather bedcover with her. My teeth stopped chattering once I became warm, and I soon drifted off to sleep. When I was awaken by a wonderful feeling. As I became fully aware of my surroundings, I felt my mother's warm hand inside my pajamas, fondling my hard cock.