Susan woke up in a daze. She found herself naked on her stomach with her legs spread across the bed. She had moved during the night, but never turned the heater off or got under the covers. She pulled on the same tank top and shorts from the previous night and went to the kitchen, hoping the crisp sun of a winter morning would wake her up.
Instead, clouds. So she forced her exhausted self to put on water for coffee and for oatmeal, shut off the heater, then moved to the couch to think about how - or if - she would talk to Jimmy. She could not let him get the wrong idea. She had made a mistake, but she was still married and she was still his mother.
But, somehow, sitting down and thinking about Jimmy woke her up. Rather than the stress of a sex talk, she felt the comfort of the cabin, the satisfaction of a vacation morning. She tried to brainstorm a conversation, but the thought of the previous night was impossible to analyze. Her nipples hardened as she wished that she could just rest on the couch with Jimmy cuddling up against her.
"What's for breakfast, Mom?" broke her daydream.
"Um, oatmeal. I just put on the water," Susan replied, as yet unprepared to face her son.
She heard the cupboards banging and Jimmy shouted back "Do they have any of those oatmeal packets? I like the flavored stuff."
Susan got up and walked to the kitchen. The sudden pep in Jimmy's voice needed to be quashed right away. "I don't know, Jimmy, be we need to have a discussion," Susan said calmly, using every ounce of energy to hide her nerves.
Jimmy lowered his voice, "It's OK, Mom, it never happened."
"OK, good. I have to make sure you still respect me as your mom."
"Yeah, it's good," Jimmy said with that teenage exasperation.
But Susan knew something was different. Her nipples were poking through the same outfit that had started everything, but he wasn't avoiding her or acting squeamish at all. There was no possibility that both his nerves had calmed and he had given up hope. Men were too stupid, boys were more stupid. She knew that Jimmy would try something. She tried not to think of just what he would try.
She looked out the window with a sigh of relief when he returned to his room with his sugar-oatmeal. The clouds were dark and snow was slowly falling. In fact, snow covered all the ground Susan could see. The day prior there had only been patches of dirty snow. Curious, she opened the front door. A thick blanket of snow covered everything. Even the roads were invisible and there was no way she even get to her car. She called her husband and found he had already checked the conditions. Their house had seen torrential rain that was still falling, and roads up to the mountains were blocked indefinitely.
Susan went back to her breakfast after her husband hung up to prepare for their daughter's muddy soccer game. Fortunately, the cabin was stocked with food. She ate on the couch. The warm food and coffee brought her back to the night before, when she had touched herself to climax before being wrapped in the warm air. Perhaps she should crank the heater again. They wouldn't clear the roads for days and masturbation was all she would get. And if she could just find a way to keep Jimmy away, she could slip into her bedroom and satisfy herself again.
Jimmy burst out of his room. "So are we going skiing?" he asked and flopped onto the couch.
"Unless you're hiding cross-country skis, we're not going anywhere." Her son's presence could no longer push away the sexual thoughts she had had a moment ago.
Jimmy's heart skipped a beat. "What?" he asked.
"There's three feet of snow out there, we're trapped. The roads up are closed too."
"Well shit. What are we going to do all day?"
"I told you to bring something to do besides your phone."
