Merry Fucking Christmas
And a Happy New Year
December 31
I could hear snow plows before it became light outside. Wanting to see the progress, I got up and dressed for the day. I went downstairs and looked out the front picture window. The ice melt had done it's job on the driveway. The road still had a layer that could possibly be drivable, but still looked slick. I thought about running out for breakfast biscuits, but I wouldn't take any chances on the roads just yet. My van didn't have snow tires, and neither did Janice's SUV.
I decided to make breakfast again. We'd be able to go to the store later in the day if necessary, but we'd probably have enough to last a few more days if necessary. I realized, I was seriously considering staying here.
Michelle came down when I was starting to plate the first omelet. She looked sexy in yoga pants and a sports bra. She asked if she could watch me make the next omelet, so she could learn. She stood right next to me, occasionally rubbing my shoulder as she watched me prepare the second omelet. I offered to let her try the third, but she grinned at me saying, "There'll be plenty of time to teach me later."
Janice came in as I started the third omelet. She was dressed identical to her daughter. She saw Michelle next to me, and it was almost as if she felt she was missing out. Michelle was at my left shoulder, so Janice claimed a spot at my right. I could barely concentrate. It was going to be painful to stick around if they kept this up. I finished the last omelet about the same time as the bacon was done in the oven. I asked Michelle to grab an oven mitt and take it out.
During breakfast, we talked about tonight's party. Janice said that she had befriended a couple of the neighbors, doing so while McAllister was out. He thought most of the neighbors were beneath him. Either that, or he didn't want them aware of what went on during his parties. She made a point of telling me that she'd inform the neighbors that the party would only last until eleven, so they could celebrate the New Year at their own home, with their own families. I have never considered New Year's a family holiday, but to each his own.
It was my job to rearrange the furniture. Janice wanted an area large enough to do some dancing. Michelle's job was to make a playlist for dancing with two fast songs followed by two slow songs Janice knew where snacks were stored. She also informed me that a fridge in the garage was well stocked with beer, and I'd be bringing it in a little at a time. She didn't want anyone getting too drunk.
Janice took time, before getting snacks, calling neighbors to invite them, apologizing for the late notice. She also informed the few that hadn't heard about her husband's demise, that he would not be in attendance. That got some refusals turned into acceptances. When she told some that we had a generator, more people agreed to come.
The guests started arriving around seven. I directed everyone to the snacks and brought out beer and wine. I kept the single malt to myself. There are few beers that come in twelve packs that I enjoy. McAllister hadn't bought any of those.
I mingled around, replacing empty bottles when I could, getting to know the neighbors. Even in a neighborhood full of what I would normally have called 'rich people,' most of them were down to earth people who had done well for themselves.
Around 9, Michelle started the music and invited people to dance. When no-one moved to the makeshift dance floor, She drug me out there to get it started. As the night wore on, anytime I tried to walk off the floor, Janice or Michelle would pull me back. For each of the two fast songs, I danced with Janice, Michelle, or any of the other neighborhood women present. But when the slow songs came on, one dance would be with Michelle and the other would be Janice.
Each slow dance was excruciating. Both women would mold their body to me and grind her body against mine. I was constantly hard the entire night. The break during the fast songs wasn't long enough for my erection to go down, because I knew more slow songs were coming. I finally got a break at ten thirty when the music stopped so we could wrap up the party. I had to grab a tray and start collecting bottles so I could hide my discomfort. I took them to the kitchen as Janice and Michelle said goodbye to our guests. It was closer to eleven thirty when the last guest left. I had most of the living area cleaned and Janice asked me to leave the rest until tomorrow. She asked me to sit on the sofa, handed me a glass of single malt, and she and Michelle joined me. Michelle grabbed the remote and turned on the countdown from New York. By this time, there was about ten minutes left. We just talked about how the evening went. Janice informed me she roped the next-door neighbor into keeping the beer restocked, because they wanted me on the dance floor.
"Tell me, Tom. Did you think about Debbie at all tonight?"
"Not until you just mentioned her name."
"Okay. That's fair. But you know we were just trying to help. The party tonight was to help you forget old memories. The rest of the night is about making new ones."
Michelle turned up the volume when she saw the countdown.
"Six.. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.."
January 1
Janice grabbed my head and pulled me in for a soul searing kiss. I was aware enough this time to return it, trying to match her intensity. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me away, turning my head as she did so. Before I knew what was happening, I was repeating that kiss with her daughter. Michelle might have even upped the intensity. I was dumbfounded, but I wasn't going to say no to either woman. For several minutes, I was passed back and forth, kissing mother, then daughter, then mother again, and daughter again.
I was sure I had passed out and was having a very vivid dream. And it was a dream I didn't want to wake up from. Janice raised her leg up and moved over to straddle me. She placed her hands on either side of my face and leaned down for another kiss. Michelle grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her face and kiss the back of my hand as her mother ground herself on my now extremely hard cock.
There was no doubt as to what Janice wanted. My free had began to roam around her body. I reached up to grab her breast as she moaned into my mouth. Michelle had let go of my hand, so I put both hands on her breasts. Janice took her hands off my face and started unbuttoning her blouse. As soon as I could get my hands inside, I found Janice's firm C-cups bare. At some point in the evening she had removed her bra.
I reached up and slid the fabric of her blouse off her shoulders and she moved her arms back to allow the blouse for fall down and off her arms. She was a true beauty. She sat up and let me see her fully. I leaned in and started to suck her breasts, but she pushed me back with a shake of her head. She started to get up, and I know I must have had a look of disappointment mixed with confusion.
"Not yet." Was all she said as she slid off of me. She was immediately replaced by Michelle, who had taken the time to completely disrobe. This naked beauty was breathtaking! I was stunned, but soon responded as she straddled me and began kissing me, grinding her naked pussy against my still covered cock. This went on for several minutes, almost exactly like with her mother, except when Janice took my hand, after kissing it, she pulled it down to her now naked pussy. I may be slow at times, but I quickly responded by rubbing her very wet slit. I started to go for her clit, but she removed my hand.
Getting quite frustrated, I stopped the kiss with Michelle and pulled back.
"What is going on here?"
