Fierce winds battered the Thompson's island cabin as they quickly loaded the back of the jeep with their belongings. There was a hurricane approaching quickly and things would soon turn from bad to downright nasty.
Susan Thompson rushed from the cabin with a handful of belongings. She passed her 18 year old son Jason.
"Sweetie, do a quick walk through the cabin to make sure we didn't forget anything." She shouted.
Jason rushed inside and began scanning each room. When he arrived in his parents room he noticed something sticking out from under the bed.
Going over to investigate Jason found that they were a pair of his mom's panties. He looked them over, a tinge of excitement jolting through him.
While at home Jason had often snuck into his mom's laundry and sniffed and sucked the crotch of her worn panties. Yes, he was a bit of a perve, but he didn't care.
Jason lifted the delicate pale-pink lace sting bikini panties to his nose and inhaled. The stong, pungent smell of his mom's sex made his eyes roll back in his head.
In just seconds he felt as if every drop of blood in his body rushed to his cock causing it to strain against his shorts.
"Smell good?" A voice asked from the doorway.
Jason quickly lowered the panties and spun around. Susan stood in the doorway with her arms folded across her big breasts.
"Mom...uh, I was just...um..." Jason muttered.
"Smelling my panties." Susan said.
Susan moved towards her son. She wore a flowing three-quarter length skirt and a pair of high-heeled sandals that showed off nearly all of her sexy little bare feet. Her top was a skin-tight black spandex and Jason could see her massive breasts quivering with each step. She stopped in front of him, her eyes searching his.
"Do you do this at home too?" She asked.
"No...I...it's just..."
Suddenly a voice called for them from the front door of the cabin. It was Jason's father.
"Mom, please don't tell dad." He begged.
"Jason Thompson, I need you to be honest right now. Do you do this at home?" She asked sternly.
Jason lowered his head shamefully.
"Yes." He muttered.
"Susan, are you back here?" Her husbands voice was coming closer.
Susan stuck out her hand and Jason gave her the panties. She quickly wadded the panties up in her hand just as her husband entered the doorway.
"There you two are. What's going on?" He asked.
Susan turned and looked at him.
"Nothing, we're just chatting." She said.
"How 'bout you two chat when we're on the plane. In case you haven't noticed there's a hurricane on its way." He said, then disappeared.
Susan turned back to her son.
"I guess when we get back you and I have some things to discuss." She said.
"Okay." Jason said.
Heavy rain pelted the jeep as it made its way acoss the tiny island.
The Thompson family arrived at the gate to the airport. A single small airplane sat nearby, it's engines roaring.
"Are we too late momma?" Susan's daughter asked worriedly.
"I don't know, sweetheart. I hope not." Susan answered from the front seat.
"Maybe he's just warming it up for us." Susan's husband said, hopping out of the vehicle.
Jason sat in the back seat next to his sister. He looked towards the front and found his mom staring back at him through her visor mirror. He could tell the "panty incident" was still heavily on her mind.
After talking to the Captain of the airplane Jason's dad struggled back to the jeep through the wind and rain.
"What did he say?" Susan asked.
"There's already a couple people inside. He's only got room for two. He won't risk another trip. The wind's getting too strong." Susan's husband explained.
"What are we gonna do, momma?" Susan's daughter asked.
Susan looked at her husband decisively.
"You and Shauna get on the plane. Jason and I will go back to the cabin and ride out the storm." She said.
"Don't be crazy, Susan. It's a hurricane." Her husband exclaimed.
"The cabin's on high ground and it's boarded up. There's enough food there for weeks. Jason and I will be just fine." She said.
"It should really be me that stays." Jason's dad continued.
"John, you have to be back to work on Monday and Shauna has ballet. This storm's likely to last a week or even longer. Go." She said.
"You okay with this, sport?" John said, gazing back at his son.
"Yeah, fine." Jason said, glancing at his mom.
She was looking back at him, her big pouty lips curled into a tiny smile.
After saying their quick good-bye's Jason's dad and sister boarded the plane and he and his mom set off back towards the cabin.
Half-way there Susan pulled up next to the small island store.
"I hope they're still open. We need a few last minute supplies." She said.
Susan and her son rushed into the tiny store and were greeted by a small native woman. She spoke broken English.
"Oh, ma'am. Lucky you catch me. Store 'bout to close." She said.
