Frozen Stiff – part 2

Incest stories: Frozen Stiff – part 2

Author: Jessica Johnson

Dunking my head again into the water, shot an ice pick right into my forehead like the worst brain freeze you could imagine. Apparently my head bump didn’t appreciate the cold exposure. I again pushed through the broken window, blindly reaching around the back of the jeep trying to feel his body. Later as I had time to think about the event, I was surprised that my fingers and arms didn’t go instantly numb. But at the time it was as if I was totally disconnected with my body. You could have shot me and I would never had noticed it.

Not wanting to admit defeat, I continued to dunk the top portion of my body through the hole while trying to reach out farther and farther each time. When my numb fingers actually closed on the back of Alex’s jacket, it was done automatically without any thought at all. It was like being in a black room cut off from all of my senses. When my fingers grasped the edge of his jacket hood, my world exploded. Mostly from pain. It was the first time that I realized that my fingers were screaming in pain as the cold icy water destroyed my both my hands and arms.

As bad as I hurt all over, there was just no way that I was going to let go of my son. Not after I had found him against the odds. Locking my hips to the broken window, I began to pull back with all of my might. Alex had now been in the water nearly three minutes. I knew I had only seconds to get him out of this water or he would soon be dead.

As I pulled, my head popped up out of the water and I began to scream “God! Oh God!” half in prayer and desperation. I realized that I had very little leverage and I needed to lift the weight of my grown boy back out of the water and back into the cab.

Picture laying on your stomach. Now picture laying downward in a slope so I had to press my feet into the side walls of the back seat just to keep from sliding down into the water myself. Now picture a 110 pound woman, dead lifting 170 pound man stripped, which he wasn’t. Instead Alex had all of his clothes on including his down filled jacket. I still think this is what saved us. The down jacket was waterproof, making it act like a crude life jacket, this kept his body close to the jeep. So once I got his body moving back through the hole, the jacket helped me float him up to us.

Alexi screamed her relief, still repeating Alex’s name. I didn’t realize it at the time, but her emotion and actions were somehow different than they should had been. At the time I was busy saving my son’s life, but upon reflection, Alexi actions and cries were more like a wife or maybe even a girlfriend verses a sister or an aunt.

As his head popped out of the window hole and was again above the water line, allowed me for the first time to take a deep breath, but I knew we were still working against the clock. Alex was blue with chalky white streaks spider webbing across his face and neck. A frozen drowning is no pretty site. My next dilemma was that the more I got him out of the water, the heavier he became for me.

Even with super mom strength, I could only pull him so far up out of the water. Alexi finally got her shit together and reached over me, taking a handful of jacket. Between the two of us, Alex unconscious body began to pull out of the water. Because of the lack of room, I literally just pulled his wet frozen body right on top of mine.

Now you may think by reading this that I was James Bond cool and collect in a crisis. In reality I was screaming and crying hysterically as I wrapped my arms around his chest. I was swearing out loud to whatever God or Angel that would help me. I now understand what people mean that they made a deal with the devil. I would have signed any contract in blood if it would have saved my boy’s life. I knew then, that if we could get him to breathe again, I would never let him go.

Spinning around, I ignored the shock of the numbing water as it enveloped my lower legs. Pushing on the back door upward, I desperately tried to move Alex up towards the front of the Jeep again. I was now as wet as Alex was and was shivering violently.

This last Herculean effort with Alexi getting a new grip on Alex, got all of us out of the water and back into our cab.

I had no doubt that Alex was dead, where Alexi and I breath was freezing moisture around our face, there just was no frozen breath coming from his blue white lips.

“You can’t be dead God damn it! Come on Alex, breath for me!” Alexi cried.

We slowly slid his body uphill on the hood of the cab, getting as much distance from the water as we could. I did this by crab crawling on my back by sliding upward. Alex was tucked between my legs and my arms, all wrapped under his limp arms and around his lower chest. Alexi pushed upward by grabbing the front of his winter jacket.

This crazy maneuver actually was pushing water out of his lungs each time we lunged forward. My arms would compress upward like a Heimlich maneuver, with Alexi hands acting like a chest compression. While focusing on moving Alex away from the frozen water, it also acted like a water rescue. Alex began coughing up water on his own.

“What do we do? What do I do?” Alexi cried out in surprise and happiness. I tried to think but it was like my mind was in a funk. Hypothermia effects your ability to think clearly and it was a miracle that I was able to keep moving forward. It was like normal me was stuck inside my brain screaming at myself to not stop and keep moving.

Placing my ear next to his lips I could now hear a shallow breath. This gave me a new surge of energy. “Get him dry… get him warm!” became my mantra that Alexi then picked up. She continuously repeated the phrase and I used it to fight off my own fog. It was as if I needed to hear the words so I wouldn’t forget my mission.

Slapping my hands together, I tried to make my fingers work again. Everything on me had started freezing up. So I quickly peeled off my wet gloves, then my jacket and tucked them above me in the seat belts out of the way. I needed to be able to maneuver and my wet jacket wasn’t helping me.

“Help me!” I shouted at Alexi.

She quickly unzipped Alex’s jacket and pulled off his gloves, next I unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled his thermal shirt up over his unconscious head. While barely breathing, Alex was far from being alright. His body still had a greyish blue hue about it. That couldn’t be good.

Grabbing the first large wool blanket in our survival bag, I moved him to his side and began rubbing him down with it, first on his back. Starting low and quickly moving upward to his broad shoulders. Reaching around him I repeated the process, rubbing his arms and then his bare hairless chest.

Alex had started shaving his body hair to make it harder for an opponent to get a good grip on him, it apparently worked because my hands moved smoothly through the wool blanket quickly vibrated up and down his chest. The friction massage seemed to help some and actually began to bring color back to his skin and his face became flush. Encouraged that I was on the right track, I told Alexi to focus on removing his shoes, socks and blue jeans. Alexi did this with ease and experience.

Curious. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who might have admired how my son had recently grown to fill out the jeans so well. Alexi cursed Alex by how tight his jeans were as if he was awake. Shooting pain shot through my fingers and hands as I helped her roll the last of his jeans over his ass and down his legs. This left Alex naked but his wet under briefs. Not remembering if the underwear could stay on or not, I decided not to take a chance and instead peeled off the wet cloth.

“What are you doing?” Alexi demanded protectively.

“Saving his life! We got to get these clothes off of him.”

“Well then you better take your own advice before I have to take care of two of you!” Alexi shot back.

I realized then that I had started shivering uncontrollably. Without thinking I then peeled off my frozen down jacket, soaked flannel shirt and silky white bra. Alexi pulled my shoes and socks off, while my wet jeans had already started freezing and crackled stiffly as I peeled them off. Like Alex, I needed to also get dry and warm. Unlike Alex’s jacket my jacket seemed to have shed most of the water, so I laid it down like a sleeping bag.

Alexi then opened up both Alex and her suitcase and started pulling out their carefully folded clothes. Every sweater or flannel came out and was laid on the roof top floor. Soon she had created a cramped clothes nest for Alex and me to crawl into.

In the crampness of the Jeep, I had to lay over my son cow girl style, but this wasn’t going to work if we all were going to get warm. Moving Alex naked body to his side, I crawled in next to him in a curled up ball.

“Alexi, peel down naked. Get as much of your bare skin on Alex. We have got to warm his body temperature up as fast as possible.”

She hesitated at first, then followed my commands without saying a word. From the faint dome light on the floor, even freezing to death, I couldn’t help but admire my sister’s perky breasts and pencil hard nipples. With her now wedged in around his back in a spooning fashion, it allowed me to stretch out and push my back up against Alex. This forced all of our bodies against each other. While now dry, there was little heat being generated from Alex body against mine and it felt as if I was pushed up against the freezer locker. Both of our wet underwear was still chilling us.

“Help me!” I again commanded to my little sister. I couldn’t help but realize the inappropriateness of the situation as I pulled down my wet underwear and tossed them to the side. Then rolling over, I grabbed his waistband and with Alexi help we pulled it towards his feet. As we fidgeted with the wet undergarment stuck at his feet, Alexi found her face up real close to Alex’s ass, but more disturbing was that I found my face just a few inches from his penis. I was obviously coming off my adrenaline high, because I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that Alex penis had shrunken down into his body.

“Looks a bit like a turtle head”.

“Not always”, Alexi whispered.

This caused me to look again in the dim light. Looking quickly and trying to seem professional about it, I couldn’t help but admire that while his length was now shrunken down to barely three inches now, his girth was still quite large. Based on the amount of loose skin, I was sure my baby’s package would be at least eight inches when excited and had his blood flowing properly.

As I looked at my naked son and sister all snuggled up, I was ashamed to find that I was actually horny. Later my therapist would say that I found out something that not really an uncommon phenomenon. It turns out that for many people, a near death experience makes them very horny. It has something to do with survival instinct and is why there are so many baby born during war time.

It had been over a couple years since I have seen a man’s penis. Dating with teenagers in the house is a bitch, and it was just easier to either hook up with one of my friends with benefits or use my favorite rabbit a few times a week to cut down the edge. As sick as it sounds, the fear of death and laying here shivering, it only took seeing my son’s penis to make me extremely horny.

All of these inappropriate thoughts only took a few seconds and I decided to continue my massage. I turned around and faced him, quickly going back to business with the second blanket. As Alexi snuggled her naked body to Alex, I repeated my blanket massage, but this time it was on each of his legs and chest.

It was so cramped that to be able to massage him from foot to waist, I had to spin around with my feet up to his feet and my head at his feet. This allowed me to lay on my side while I started to massage each of his legs in long strokes, willing blood back into his body extremities.

As I moved my hands up and down each leg, my body would also move up and down his body. Our body friction not only warmed up Alex, but actually began to warm me up. Had Alex not been shaving his whole body, it could have been painful as I accidently pulled on his body hair, but as a wrestler, he had shaved all of his body hair except for a close cropped landing strip above his dick. It wasn’t long before I started to see color start to return to his toes, and feet. Signifying that blood was again circulating this far from his heart.

Alex was still unconscious and while he no longer looked completely frozen and he was strongly breathing on his own, he still didn’t look real good.

It was then that I noticed that the Ibuprofen must have been finally started working because the pain in my fingers and hands had become just slight pins and needles, and my headache had disappeared altogether. I also noticed that the inside of the Jeep not only wasn’t as stuffy as it was, but seemed to actually be a bit warmer.

The only thing I could figure was that while the pond water was cold, it was obviously much warmer than the outside storm. As surprising as this may sound, most of the Dakotas sit on top of the world’s largest super volcanos. This submerged volcanic activity means that many lakes and ponds actually are being fed from hot water feeds.

While near the top of the lake, the water gets so cold that it will freeze solid, the lake or pond itself will not completely freeze up because the warm spring feeding the lake at the bottom of the lake is actually hot. An equilibrium between the cold water at the top of the pond and the warm water at the bottom of the lake causes a cycling current. This natural movement of the water keeps a pond from freezing up solid and keeps the fish and flora alive. The movement also oxygenates the water which in this case was taking away some of our stale air and was leaving at least some fresh warmer air behind.

After removing my wet clothes, and exerting a bit of energy, I was no longer shivering as bad. But now that Alex circulation was returning, it was his turn to shiver as his body automatically began to help him warm up his body.

Again crawling under both blankets, I laid next to Alex like he was one of my lovers. How else would a person provide as much body contact as possible? I was surprised that my head only came up to his neck and I wrapped my arms under his and held on to his shoulders. From this position, I realized that the top of my arms and hands were also rubbing up against Alexi. Unlike Alex, Alexi’s body was poker hot by comparison. This position brought my breast just under his clean shaven chest. Like Alex, I kept my pubic hair at a nice close crop in the shape of a three inch rectangle that some people refer to as a “landing strip”.

Alex shrunken penis fit nicely between my legs and his head had just enough thickness to put pressure on my clit. I was just too tired to react to this unusual situation.

Anyone who has ever slept with another person can vouch for just how much heat a person can generate while next to each other, and I was quite surprised when all of us were no longer shivering. The warmth from each of our bodies was recycling back and forth. With our sweaters and wool shirts below us and two wool blankets on top of us, we were soon generating surplus heat between our bodies till we all were flush from our mingled body heat.

I sighed with relief as I felt that Alex body had finally relaxed and his breathing had fallen into a deep restful sleep. Alexi also had dropped off into a slumber while drawing little circles with her fingers on my arm and the side of my breast.

Twirling allows Alexi to relax and even does it in her sleep. As a baby she would nurse on me and our mother while twirling her little curly hair, as an adult she still twirls her hair or in this case a little spot on my body. I tried to stay awake, but whether it was pure relief that my son would be alright, or exhaustion from the accident, I soon faded off to sleep in the loving arms of my son and younger sister.

My wet dream wasn’t really out of the ordinary for me, just some faceless man kissing and sucking on my neck. I also loved the feeling of being held down while being made loved to. I don’t know if it’s the idea that I was as close as I could be to my fantasy lover or subconsciously I was curious about bondage. When I brought it up with my shrink, she thinks it goes all the way back to when I was trapped in that damn collapsed water well.

Whatever the real reason for it, while I hated any claustrophobic situation, when it came to a lover, I loved the feeling of being confined by a lover. I snuggled closer into my imaginary lover while he slowly began stroking my wet pussy in a back and forward motion with his large dick.

As usual this is when I usually wake up from my dream. It really is frustrating to get excited enough to force you right of your dream. I would wake up and realize I was just dreaming and would be forced to scoot over in my bed just to get off a nice little wet spot that had pooled under me. Just as likely was that in this half-awake state I would dip two fingers in my wet pussy with my thumb gently rubbing my clit in a circular motion. Once wet, it never took me very long to give myself an early morning orgasm.

But this time, my hands couldn’t reach my pussy because they were actually pinned against a hard body that was laying on nearly on top of me. At first I was totally confused and disorientated on who this could be or even where the hell I was. Like a jig saw puzzle these confused thoughts quickly resolved themselves out as my mind began to put the pieces together and I saw the big picture again.

Car accident.. check

Freezing to death.. check

Sleeping naked to transfer heat.. again check

Oh my God, was Alex actually fucking me? By the wet sloshing sounds my pussy was making, and the feeling of fullness, topped with a warm glowing build up, he was doing it just right.

I won’t lie, I’m a horny bitch, and while I had admired how handsome my son had become, I had honestly never ever considered moving out of the fantasy realm to actually seducing my son. In fact the person I presented to the world and especially my son and sister is not who I really am. I had always encouraged modesty in our house and the wearing of clothes was always mandatory except in our own bedrooms. So to the world, while not religious, we were very conservative.

Since money was never an issue for me, I had never felt a need or pressure to marry. Instead it was much easier to just have fuck friends. Some who I have been with over ten years. A vibrator can only take you so far until you just have to have human touch. No matter how good synthetic dildos have gotten, they are still not a hot penis that shoots creamy white cum all over you. Even so it had been a couple years since I had enjoyed the feeling of a hard dick.

So while my first thought was to scream in his face “fuck me Alex.. fuck me senseless!” There was an equal thought where my mother instincts kicked in and realized that how I handled the next few minutes could either strengthen our relationship or traumatize Alex. How in the world did a lifesaving maneuver become sex in the morning? Besides what if Alexi found out that I had fucked my son?

About this time Alex lunged into me, forcing out a happy groan to cross my lips. As great as it felt, I knew that Alex didn’t realize he was fucking his mother. I decided that the best thing I could do was to just lay here and fain sleep. As good as it felt, I decided I would down play this scene, I would just think about something boring like washing dishes and not notice how well Alex was pulling his dick nearly out of my pussy right up to where the head of his dick was just spreading my wet pussy lips.

God it felt so good there, while his dick hovered a little in but mostly out. Teasing both my outer and inner lips with just his head and precum. Just when I was going to scream out in frustration, he thrust forward while squeezing my waist. In a single thrust, he again refilled me up by plunging his penis back in till his pubic bone was mashed right against my clit.

It surprised me to feel that he was also hitting the back of my vagina at my uterus opening. Obviously my boy was not just large in girth, but also had some length on him. That three inch turtle of his last night was obviously a python in disguise this morning.

Screw the thought of washing dishes, I wanted this. Shit, after so many years, I needed this. Like a light switch turning on, I began to concentrate on His current rhythm. It was fast and furious with no concern for me or my needs, his shallow panting and grunts were primal. Mine was not dissimilar.

My son wasn’t making love to me, instead he was straight out fucking me. Desperate, like there was no tomorrow for him. Obviously I am not the only one who was getting horny after a near death experience. What surprised me most was how fast I went past the incest guilt right to where I was feeling that familiar flutter down deep in my lower stomach. I was not far from the edge as my body began to build up towards my orgasm. I guess I would deal with the guilt later and just focus on cumming this morning.

“God yes!” Were the first words that were accidently torn from my lips.

So much for just feigning sleep and just letting Alex have his way with me. But my cry of joy was enough to cause Alex to stop mid-stroke in panic.

“Don’t stop Alex, Mommy is almost there!” I cried out in frustration while thrusting up my hips in an effort to encourage him to just keep him moving.

I opened my eyes and immediately saw relief in his eyes. He now knew that he was not in trouble for this rape. Rape? Yes since any contact where a partner is incapacitated including sleep, is legally rape. But in this case he got lucky. You just can’t rape the willing and God his dick was making me not just willing, but was making me into his cum slut.

Proudly I notice that Alex is a quick study and had begun fucking me again in earnest. A few more strokes was all I needed for him to push me over the edge.

“Oh God, I’m cuming for you baby!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Apparently this was the only thing Alex had waited for, because I couldn’t believe that he was able to continue pushing his penis even harder into me.

Then with a deep growl from deep and low in Alex’s throat, I began to feel his prick pulsing as he shot his hot spunk coating the back of my vagina. I know some women say that can’t actually feel this, but I had always been overly sensitive in my vagina, making for great G-spot orgasms with the right partner.

Instead of stopping after he had spent his load, Alex just kept hammering me till his white creamy sperm was now coating his dick. While I couldn’t see the evidence of his lust, I could feel it dripping down the crack of my asshole to make a wet spot on the flannel shirt placed under my ass.

Seeing he wasn’t giving up after his release, I quickly started moving with his rhythm. I normally couldn’t cum a second time without the help of a vibrator, but today the excitement of this dirty deed was enough to quickly bring me off again.

“I want Jamie on her knees!” Alexi quietly demanded from over Alex shoulder. Shit! So much for letting this fade to a pleasant memory with no one wiser. But Alex took his sister commands and lifted me up and helped me onto my knees. Which actually took quite a lot of maneuvering. You think sex in a car is tough normally, try doing it while the vehicle was upside down on a hill.

Eventually I had to straddle the bucket seats in the front resting on my elbows that were spread out like chicken wings. The seats formed a perfect space for my body right between them. As long as I kept hunched down my spine wouldn’t ram into the stick shift from above. This gave Alex full access to my pussy and ass. It was only then that the cold hit me again.

My body was covered in goose bumps and my nipples were rock hard as my breast dragged against the frozen ceiling. As I rocked back and forth my nipples rubbed on the cold surface as if I was teasing them with ice cubes. God it was so painful, yet so delicious.

Alex tossed one of the blankets over my back as he positioned himself behind me. Then I felt more shuffling as Alexi maneuvered herself under my ass. She now had a bird’s eye view of Alex’s cream slowly dripping out of my sopping wet pussy. This didn’t seem to faze her and she simply raised up licking my whole pussy lips and then focused on my clit. My pussy is always hypersensitive after an orgasm and this time was no different. My shiver this time had nothing to do with the cold.

Holding his prick in his hand Alex slowly wiped my pussy hole with the head of his dick. This caused my lips to again spread allowing Alex’s cum to slowly seep out of my already worn hole. I could hear Alexi giggle as cum was dripping on her chin. I don’t know what Alex could see in this darken car, but based on how hard he felt, he obviously liked the idea of his sister licking my clit and his hanging balls.

“Don’t be selfish Alexi!” Alex said while gathering up some of the dripping fluids on the head of his dick. I groaned as he began to slap Alexi’s nose and tongue with his penis. Then he began to slap my clit with his dick sending me over the edge for my third orgasm of the morning.

“Oh God! Oh God!” I cried out in ecstasy.

This time it was my fluids that flowed out of me as my frothy crème had mixed with his sperm making a mess of slippery fluids at my hole. Alexi apparently wasn’t any shyer about gobbling up a woman’s crème as she was slurping up cum. It must be a family thing, because I also was turned on by the taste of body fluids… Actually any fluids.

“Mom, you feel so wet, tinyurl.com/CumInMyAssSI just can’t get enough of your sweet pussy!” Alex cried out picking up his pace that no man could actually keep for long. Alexi licked the base of his prick as he pulled out of every stroke.

It was a cross between a groan and scream when he came in me. But to his credit, he still didn’t stop until he gave up out of sheer exhaustion. I knew my son was done when he promptly dropped down, cloaking my body with his. I struggled a bit as all of his weight was resting right on top of me. In a few seconds, his dick unceremoniously plopped out of my stretched hole causing even more fluids to flow out on to my little sister face.

“Shit! Didn’t see that coming…”

This caused Alex and I to start laughing. Which of coursed caused even more cum to drool out of my exposed hole.

Lifting himself up off of me, he looked down into my eyes, with a shit eating grin and simply said, “Good morning Mother.”

Alexi sat up while wiping cum off her face with one finger and promptly sucked the goo off her finger as if it was her favorite frosting.

This got me to giggle. This was a far different story than the one I thought Fate was writing for us just last night. I was assumed it was now morning since the car dome light was so dim. We obviously had run most of the power down off the battery. That’s alright my Jeep wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. How many hours can you run the dome light before the battery is dead?

“I see you’re feeling much stronger!” I said to my son with a smile. With him off of me, it allowed me to stretched out my body like a cat that had spent the last few hours curled up in a window. While cold and stiff, I realized that I couldn’t shake the happy feeling of love. Then reality hit me and I had to say, “Throw that blanket over your mother or you two come here and snuggle with her.”

Smiling at Alexi, Alex opened his arms and folded her in them. I watched as they gave each other a deep soulful kiss. Hmmm, it was obvious that this wasn’t the first time for these two had jumped over the incest fence. Pulling the blanket back over them, he laid down on his side facing his sister. I used this as an opportunity to snuggle up to his back and tucked the wool covers back around me.

I laid there looking at Alex short blonde hair. I wrapped my arm around him to help hold me in place and found that my hand rested on my sister’s neck, shoulder and then left breast. It was my time to twirl a finger around and around her aureole and lightly pinch her nipple.

“Alex, do you remember what happened yesterday?”

“Some, but I’m not sure what happened after the accident. One thing I remember is that I had nightmares about being so very cold. Then this morning I had my normal wet dream.”

Alexi laughed at this. “He kind of dependable in that way!”

Alex continued without responding to Alexi dig.

“I was already balls deep this morning when my hard on had somehow found a pussy. I swear I didn’t know it was you at first.”

“Who did you think you were fucking?”
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Parent Post: Frozen Stiff – by Jessica Johnson

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