CHAPTER 3 -- Sunday Storm Warning
Ann headed to her job at the grocery store the next morning, checking the weather to see when the snow would hit. She worked from 7:00am to 4:00pm and was relieved to see the snow was supposed to start around 6:00pm that night. As she mechanically steered her car to her work, her mind worked through the scene with her son from yesterday. She hoped she had nipped it in the bud as there was no way she was going to give her only child more mental or emotional damage. The night before she had masturbated in her bed, fantasizing about the cum filled panties, her fingers alternating between plunging in and out of her sloppy pussy and in and out of her mouth as she imagined her juices were semen she sucked off her fingers. She told herself last night and again this morning that wasn't the same thing at all as incest. She was focused on the cum, not the producer of it.
After the car pulled out of the driveway, Brandon dug around in the back of one of the kitchen cabinets, making sure there was a bottle of red wine. Ann hardly ever imbibed, but with just her at legal drinking age in the house, she would sometimes finish the bottle and once Brandon even had to hep her to bed. Was he going to try to fuck his unconscious drunk mother? No. Certainly not. Would he try to get her inhibitions lower? That was the plan.
Ann headed back home after work, the first flakes of snow starting to fall. They were big fat flakes that presaged accumulation. The forecast had been updated for heavy snow and the grocery store was bombarded with worrywarts buying the store's inventory out of milk, bread, deli meats, and for some reason, toilet paper. Ann was exhausted, feeling like she had worked two shifts. She did not feel like cooking and was contemplating ordering take out or delivery, but debating with herself about shifting her budget around to accommodate it. Fuck it. She'd order she and Bran a nice meal from somewhere, have it delivered, then figure it out later.
When she walked through the door, she was unexpectedly greeted with the scent of something cooking and it smelled really good. Bran didn't really cook...what was going on? She put down her purse and went into the kitchen to find Brandon standing in front of the stove. The table was set for two and there was an unopened bottle of wine on the table.
"Bran? What... what is this?" She was smiling, but puzzled.
"Hey, mom. I know how the store gets with weather stuff so I made us some spaghetti so you don't have to cook. I not sure I got the garlic bread right, but the rest was pretty easy."
"Bran, you are the most thoughtful young man ever!" She glided across the kitchen, feeling a warm burst of love in her chest and kissed him on the cheek as she hugged him tightly. She expected to feel him pull away in embarrassment, but he leaned into her a little, still concentrating on his sauce and noodles.
"Open the wine, mom. I know you deserve a glass after the day you had."
"You are right about that, Bran, but I have to work tomorrow. No wine." Ann picked up the bottle and put it on the kitchen counter by the stove. She caught a glimpse of Bran looking...disappointed? Unhappy?
"Honey, it was super thoughtful of you and I love everything you've done for us tonight, but I work tomorrow. I'll have some this coming up weekend and maybe even let you have half a glass or something. Okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah, mom. That sounds cool." Brandon scowled down into his sauce, replying, "Dinner's ready."
They had a nice meal together, chatting about Ann's day at work and Brandon's latest D&D adventures. After they cleaned up, Ann expected Brandon to go to his room per usual to play video games or whatever he got up to in there, but he surprised her by suggesting they watch a movie. Ann was further surprised when she looked up from the couch to find him bringing a blanket over.
