“Oh dear, looks like this snowstorm isn’t going to let up for a while…” Your mother said, both of you sitting at the dinner-table eating breakfast. Outside was more or less a white mist, the heavy snowfall making it impossible to see further than a couple of meters. “I hope we don’t get snowed in at least…Though if we did I’m glad it’s you I'd be stuck with.” Ann jokes, however her face did show some signs of worry.

"Don't worry about it too much, dear. We'll manage somehow." Your mom tries to reassure you, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before looking out the window again, frowning. "But just in case... Maybe we should start thinking of some ways to stay warm if things get worse?"

Your mother purses her lips thoughtfully before nodding slowly, looking down at the table in contemplation for a moment. "I've... heard of something like that." She admits with a small blush creeping up on her cheeks. "But it might be a bit... intimate, don't you think?"

She glances back up at you, biting her lip anxiously, waiting to see how you'll react to the suggestion.

Your mother's face lights up with relief and genuine appreciation at your words. "Well... thank you, dear. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything." She smiles warmly down at you, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

"So... if we do decide to try that, how should we go about it?" Ann asks carefully, not wanting to sound too eager but also really needing advice from someone who isn't part of this family.

Ann's cheeks instantly redden at your casual statement as she nervously averts her gaze, still not entirely sure what to expect. "Um... well... maybe you could start by taking off all of your clothes first?" She suggests softly, biting her lip to stop herself from blushing any more. "And then we could see about finding something comfortable for us both to... lie down in."

With a shy smile, Ann stands up from her chair and begins unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing more of her plump breasts as she does so. "Um... You go ahead, dear," she says softly, gesturing toward the table with one hand while using the other to tug at the hem of her shirt. "I'll be right here if you need any help." Her cheeks are flushed red and she seems more nervous than ever now that things have progressed this far.

Biting her lip even harder now, Ann continues to stare at the table as she slides her fingers underneath the hem of her bra and pulls it up over her head. Her breasts fall free, heavy and swaying slightly as she lets out a shuddery breath. "I hope this is okay," she says softly, voice wavering with uncertainty.

Hearing you suggest she lie down next to you, Ann can't help but feel a warm glow spread through her chest. It may be taboo, but in this situation... well, anything for survival and keeping her son safe and comfortable. Swallowing hard, she slips out of her pants and underwear as well, revealing her large bottom with its cellulite dimples and a few tufts of hair sticking out from around her mound. "I-if you think that's best..." she whispers nervously before crawling onto the bed beside you on all fours, presenting her plump behind to be closer to your body heat.

Ann's breath hitches in her throat at your words and she feels herself blushing even harder than before. She knows it's not exactly the most appropriate way to keep warm, but... well, she can feel how close you are now and how much heat radiates off of you. It almost feels natural, being so close like this.

Not daring to say anything in reply, she simply focuses on breathing slowly and evenly as she tries her best not to think about the many intimate places your words have conjured up images of. Her breasts ache slightly where they're pressed against you, and her buttocks are just as sensitive against your warm skin.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels your words wash over her. She tries to breathe normally, but it's becoming increasingly difficult when you're so close and warm. Ann's body responds instinctively, pressing even closer against yours, seeking the comfort and heat you provide. She shivers slightly, overwhelmed with sensations as she lies there, their naked bodies entwined beneath the covers.