Krissy shares a bed with her son.

This story contains themes of incest and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.

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Heading toward the storm, the GPS showed 76 minutes to their destination. Then the black clouds were overhead, the windshield wipers were slapping back-and-forth, and traffic slowed. It didn't take long for the estimated travel time to change to almost two hours. Two-and-a-half.

"We'll just have a late dinner," Krissy said, half to herself.

"It's ok." Tom muttered from the passenger seat, barely looking up from his phone.

She was taking him to his first semester of college. The school itself was another half day's drive, but they...