Karen Meyer shivered as she removed her coat, shaking the snow off before hanging it on the coat rack. It had certainly been some winter. The snow had been coming down hard and heavy for weeks now, and they could be completely snowed in at any time. The joys of living up in the mountains. Karen had just come back from town, having bought enough groceries to last for over a month, in case they did get snowed in. After putting all of the groceries away, she slumped into a chair in the kitchen. God, she hated winter! And to make matters worse, Christmas was only a few days away, and she didn't know where she was going to get money for Christmas presents. She was lucky that she'd managed to get a tree and put last year's decorations on it. Since her husband had left her three years ago, money had been tight, but not like this year. She sighed, resting her head in her hands, fighting to keep herself from crying.

"Hey Mom, you're back!"

Karen looked up as her eldest son Dean strolled into the kitchen.

"Hey honey. Where are your brothers?"

"They're still outside having a snow fight."

"Well, tell them to come inside. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay Mom."

Karen watched as her 12-year-old son ran back outside to get his two younger brothers. They had just started Christmas break, and were making the most of it. Getting up from the table, she started to get dinner ready. The three boys came running in a few minutes later.

"Okay, put your coats away and go get washed up for dinner."

The boys washed up, then Karen had them set the table. Soon dinner was on the table and everyone was busily eating. Karen's eyes drifted from one boy to another as they ate. Dean was looking more and more like his father every day; the same short, dark hair, the same beautiful brown eyes. Then there was 9-year-old Derrick, who took after Karen, having the same sandy-blonde hair. He was stockier than his brothers, and more athletic. And finally there was little 7-year-old Danny, her littlest. He had been born almost a month pre-mature, and was a small, thin boy. His hair was also dark brown like his father's.

"So Mom, do you think we're gonna get snowed in?" Dean asked.

"It sure looks that way. Probably in the next few days. That's why I stocked up on groceries today."

"So what are we gonna do for Christmas?" Derrick asked.

"I don't know, honey; we'll just have to wait and see."

Dinner proceeded quietly from there. Afterwards, Karen sent the boys into the living room to watch a video while she did dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. When she was finished, she went into the living room. The boys were quietly watching their video. It was one of the few times that they were not fighting or rough housing.

"Well, I think I'm going to soak in the bathtub for a while, so you boys behave and watch your movie."

"Okay, Mom!" the boys replied.

Karen went into bedroom, pushing her doorway mostly closed. She sat on her bed, removing her shoes and socks. She had just started unbuttoning her blouse when she thought she heard a noise outside her door. She pretended not to have heard anything, continuing to remove her shirt, listening carefully. Sure enough, she could hear the sounds of someone moving about just outside her bedroom. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked towards the door, spotting her boys peeking in through the narrow opening in her doorway. She was about to go close the door completely, when a nasty thought crossed her mind. If her boys wanted to watch their old mother get undressed, the least she could do was put on a good show for them.

Making sure that she was facing the partly open doorway (which she noticed was more open now than it had been when she'd first pushed it closed), she slowly unzipped her pants, pushing them down her hips then letting them slide down her legs to the floor. Stepping out of her jeans, she turned around so that she was facing away from the door. She unhooked her bra and removed it, making a point of turning to the side just enough so that her boys got a good profile shot of her breast. Then she turned away again. Gripping the waist band of her panties, she bent over sharply as she pulled them down, hoping that her sons were getting a good beaver shot. As she stepped out of her panties, she spread her legs a bit, still bent over. Then she slowly straightened up and turned around, giving them a full frontal shot. She ran her fingers briefly through her well-trimmed bush, then walked to her closet and grabbed her robe. As she put her robe on and walked towards her bedroom door, she heard the scuffling of three pairs of feet as they rushed back to the living room.

"You three still behaving yourselves?" Karen asked as she walked into the living room, her robe in place and tied tightly around her waist.

"Yes Mom!" they all replied.

All three of them were sitting facing the TV, trying to pretend like they were watching their movie still. But they couldn't hide the guilty looks on all of their faces. It was all Karen could do not to start laughing at the way they sat there trying to look innocent.....(cont)