Merry Effin' Christmas

Apologies to all readers. Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 had the same content because of a copy and paste error. I have resubmitted, but it hasn't updated as of today. Maybe by the time you read this it will have been fixed, if not, keep checking back.

Still January 2

The ride back to our home (yes, I was calling it that) was silent, but only until we got out of the parking lot. As soon as I pulled into the street, I was inundated with questions. I tried to answer all of them, but a couple they had to repeat. Either I didn't want to answer, or I didn't know the answer.

"I don't know how much longer she'll be in the hospital.

"I don't know exactly when her mother will arrive, but it should be a little more than an hour now.

"I don't know enough about divorces to know if she'll be able to contest anything after already signing.

"Yes, I will go by the house to make sure the pilot light is back on the gas logs in case the power goes out again.

"NO! There is no chance of me changing my mind on the divorce."

And most importantly:

"Yes, I intend to stay at your house as long as you will let me. I'm not worried about what anyone might say. I knew about you, but hadn't even met you until I found out that my wife was cheating on me. That won't have any bearing on the divorce. I'll keep my room at your house (Okay! Our house), just in case anyone comes by checking before the divorce is final. Although I don't foresee anyone doing that."

They allowed me a break from the question and answer drill as we parked and went inside

our

house. As soon as we took off our coats and moved to the living room, Janice got serious. She asked me to make a pot of coffee so we could sit and talk.

"Tom, we really didn't mean to spring all this on you so suddenly. When I kissed you last night, I was expecting to just tease you like the last time I snuck a kiss on you. You didn't respond, so I didn't expect a response last night. When you kissed me back, and I thought I was going to cream my pants then and there. Even my husband never kissed me with such passion. I'm sorry, but I lost all restraint and, well, you know the results. I really didn't expect that.

"There is something that Michelle and I need to tell you. Please don't be upset. When I told you last night that I didn't care if you came in me, I meant it. I wouldn't mind one bit to carry your child. It

is

a possibility. For

both

of us. Michelle has never been on birth control, and I haven't been on it since my husband died. And since it wasn't planned, we didn't realize that we should be ovulating soon.. Are you upset with us?"

"Oh, good God, no! I wouldn't have planned it, since we just meet a week ago, but honestly, I'm falling for both of you. If both of you had my child, I'd be very proud indeed. If not this time, maybe we could try again?" I asked the last part with a grin.

Janice and Michelle both looked relieved. I set down my coffee, stood up, and held a hand out to each of them. I pulled them to their feet, and pulled them close. I put my arms around them, and held them tight.

"I really hope this isn't a case of hero worship, because I'm truly smitten with you two."

"Please don't think that, Tom. That was one of the things Mom and I discussed. Sure, you helped up get away from McAllister before anything bad could happen, but that's not what led me to love you. You, being you, is what I love."

"What she said. But seriously, Tom, we want to make this work. Can we try and see?"

In my best Yoda impression, I responded: "Do. Or do not. There is no try." Stopping the Yoda voice I continued, "Let's do this thing!"

I then kissed Janice and Michelle, trying to let my feelings be know through those kisses. The kisses were returned with fervor. As I kissed Janice, Michelle unbuttoned my shirt. When I kissed Michelle, Janice undid my trousers. When I switched back to Janice, Michelle undressed, and Janice undressed when I kissed Michelle.

Leaving the clothes where we dropped them, I took their hands and led them up to my room. I was trying to decide which woman I wanted to eat first, when they pushed me onto my back. With a look toward each other, they climbed up on either side of me. Michelle was on my right, so she placed her right hand on my thigh, and her left on my cock. Janice mirrored her actions on my left.

"We want to treat you first, lay back and let us."

With that, Michelle leaned forward and slowly licked up the right side of my cock. Janice repeated on the left. Then they repeated the process twice more. On the fourth run, they licked up my cock together. When they reached the tip, they briefly touched their tongues together, blushed, then backed away. I could tell that was unintentional, but it was still hot as hell. Michelle took me in her mouth, and oh what a blissful feeling it was. Janice moved between my legs and started licking my balls. I wouldn't last long with that kind of stimulation.

"Please! If you don't stop, I'll won't be able to."

Michelle continued, while Janice crawled up and kissed her way up my chest. She looked down as Michelle took me out of her mouth and licked me like a lollipop. She then just stopped and looked at my cock. She held it gingerly and leaned it side to side.

"I didn't really look at it last time. It is so much nicer than I expected it to be. It's hard, but still soft to the touch. And, if I push it, it springs back! It's my new favorite plaything."

I became lost in Janice's kiss. She gently placed a hand on either side of my face as she kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss, and we melded our lis together, our tongues battling for a place in the others mouth. Michelle continued her study of my cock, liking occasionally, then taking a little into her mouth. Almost on instinct, I started sucking Janice's tongue into my mouth to mimic the way her daughter was sucking the tip of my cock. That seemed to turn Janice on even more. Sh bemoaned as I sucked her tongue. I brought my hands, that had been intertwined in Michelle's hair, to Janice's breasts. I cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them, then rubbing back and forth and around her globes. Janice moaned again when I brought my fingers to her nipples and gently pinched and twisted. I coaxed Janice upwards so I could bring my mouth to her breasts without moving away from Michelle's mouth.

I began licking around Janice's areola, going around and around one, then switching to the other. I went back to the first nipple, then I felt a new sensation. Michelle was watching me and copying my licking on my cock. As I licked around Janice's nipple, Michelle licked around the head of my cock. I don't know how she could tell, but as I ran my tongue around Janice's nipple, Michelle licked around the head of my cock. I opened my mouth and tried to take more of Janice's breast in my mouth and Michelle did the same with my cock. The combination was too much for me and I backed off.

"Michelle, I'm gonna cum!"

She didn't stop. She sucked harder, running her tongue around my head. I could feel my cock start tightening up and Michelle flattened her tongue under the head and I let go. I shot spurt after spurt across her tongue. She swallowed every drop. Even though I wasn't down her throat, I could feel pressure changes inside her mouth with each swallow and I think I shot more than I ever had. Michelle looked at me and opened her mouth to show me my cum on her tongue.

"I want some of that!"

Janice then leaned in and kissed Michelle and, although I couldn't see it, it looked like they passed my cum back and forth as they kissed. I could see both mother and daughter blushing at the unexpected sensations. They broke the kiss and looked at each other. I could see confusion, lust, and love in their eyes. They broke their gaze, then looked at me, as if to see if I was bothered by their kiss. I'm guessing the grin on my face told them I was okay with it. They leaned in once more and this time, it was a light, but loving kiss. Janice broke the kiss and returned to kiss me. As she kissed me, she pushed me onto my back. I could feel Michelle moving up the bed. Before I could do or say anything, she swung her leg up and straddled my head. She'd never done this, so she had to adjust a little to settle her pussy on my face.

I didn't even have a chance to stick my tongue out before I felt Janice straddling my hips. She grabbed my cock and lined me up with her very wet slit. As she settled down on my cock, Michelle started sliding her pussy across my mouth, encouraging me to lick her. I, of course, complied and started licking her lips and in between. I grabbed her hips and tried to hold her still so I could control where I licked. She wouldn't allow it, grinding and sliding back and forth. I just decided to hold on for the ride, and ride my face she did.

Janice rode my cock for all she was worth. She alternated bouncing up and down, then gliding back and forth. I was just enjoying the experience of being used by two women at the same time, when both stopped at the same time. I realized they stopped because they had started kissing. I was in no position to watch, so I just took advantage of their pause to start my own movements. I started thrusting up into Janice, fucking up into her. I was able to slide Michelle so I could lick around her clit. Both women started moaning, whether it was because of my actions or a deepening kiss, I didn't know, but I pushed forward. I kept thrusting into Janice while attacking Michelle's clit with my tongue and lips. I felt Janice begin to match my movements, while Michelle started shuddering from my ministrations. Michelle came first, releasing some girl cum into my mouth. I moved my mouth to cover her opening so I could catch all I could.

Janice increased her tempo. She was close to her own orgasm as well. I felt Michelle's hand brush my pubic hair and I realized she must be going for her mother's clit. I'm guessing she found it, because Janice came hard, her body stiffened and she pressed her pussy down hard, as much to increase the contact with Michelle's hand, as to drive down on my cock.

The increased pressure set me off and I came for the second time tonight. Janice's orgasm continued to roll, lasting much longer than I expected. I realized Michelle was still rubbing her mother's clit when Janice reached down to pull her hand away. This time, mother and daughter fell off of me to collapse on the same side. I was still catching my breath, so I didn't turn to them, but I heard Michelle apologize to her mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I know we said we'd talk before we did anything more than kissing, but I got caught up in the moment. I love you, Mom! I wanted you to feel that love."

"Michelle, my precious girl, I can't be mad at you. You made me feel so good. I don't regret any of it. I don't want you to feel regret, either."

With that out of the way, mother and daughter kissed again, separated, and asked me to come up between them.

"When Michelle and I talked earlier, we agreed that kissing was okay, but we'd wait to see if either of us wanted to try more. I guess we do, but I'm still not sure," she paused and looked at Michelle, "If, or when, we will do more than what just happened. Please don't push us to do more than we are ready for."

"What the two of you do together is totally up to you. I won't pressure, neither will I stand in your way."

We pulled the covers up and cuddled till we drifted off to sleep.

********

January 3

I woke up alone, and decided to shower and dress before going downstairs. I quickly got ready and headed downstairs.

"Tom, there is a strange car parked in the driveway." Michelle said as I entered the kitchen. "We have been keeping an eye on it, but we haven't seen anyone."

I walked to the window and looked out. I didn't recognize the car by sight, I had never seen it personally, but I remembered Sharon saying she was driving a Camry.

"Think it is Debbie's mother. I don't see anyone in the car, but I'll check it out. If she's out there, would you mind if I invited her in?"

Janice walked up to me and hugged me as she whispered in my ear, "Tom, after the last two nights, you better be thinking of this as your home, too. Feel free to invite her in if you feel it appropriate."

I gave her a long, loving kiss, and nodded my head to her as I backed away.

I put on a jacket and walked out to the Camry in the driveway. The car was running, but the doors were locked when I tried to open the passenger door to get in. Sharon was asleep with the seat laid back on the driver's side. I tapped on the window and she awoke with a start. She looked around and started crying as soon as she saw me. She pressed the button to unlock the door. She was talking before I was able to get the door open all the way.

"Tom, I've lost Debbie! She has completely lost it. I can't get through to her!"

"Sharon, calm down. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened."

"When I got here yesterday, the nurse told me I had just missed you by forty minutes. Debbie was sitting up and she was still crying. She told me everything. I do mean everything! At times, it was a lot more than I wanted to hear, but she basically talked through the whole fiasco, from losing the divorce case, to being told she had to

service

clients, to the Christmas Eve mess. She gave details a mother never wants to hear. She had absolutely no filter. She explained how she was going to quit after the first time, and why she changed her mind and continued. Tom, I'm so sorry! That is not the daughter I raised. I can't believe she would do those things."

"It's not the woman I married and wanted to have kids with, either. I don't know what happened."

"Could I bother you to come in and use the restroom. I've been out here since shortly after midnight."

"Please, come in. Do what you need to do and we'll sit down and talk in more comfortable chairs."

When we went back into the house, Janice and Michelle were nowhere to be seen. I showed Sharon the restroom and offered to get her some coffee. One thing we agreed on, even before Debbie and I married, was coffee should be black and strong enough to pour itself.

Janice appeared at the top of the stairs after Sharon entered the restroom. I motioned her to come down, but she shook her head and went back to her bedroom. I went and poured two cups of coffee and went back to the living room to wait for her.

Sharon came in, looking around as she did. "This is a nice house, how did you find a new house so quickly?"

"I'm currently staying with friends. This is their house. Actually, it's my house now as well, but that's a story for later. With their permission, I'll share the story, but for now, tell me more about what has happened."

"Like I said, when I got to the hospital,Debbie was crying. She talked about you being there, then leaving. Suddenly, she became completely coherent, calm, and focused. She started telling me what happened. Almost like she was repeating textbook Information. It was clinical, without emotion, and like I said, very detailed. It was like she was telling about a court case she was not involved with. It was eerie. I could tell she had removed herself from the actual events. She was telling me about what happened, but acting like it happened to someone else.

"Tom, she then changed again. She started smiling and telling me about how you and she were getting back together. She entirely changed the narrative of what happened, saying that you had approved, and even encouraged her actions.

"Then she would start crying again, saying you had filed for divorce and had left her alone when she needed you most."

Well, I guess that part was true, but I had no clue she'd turn off the gas logs. She would have been okay if they had stayed lit.

"Then, she started screaming that should couldn't live without you. She needed you to forgive her and come back to her. Tom, it was scary to see her. The doctor came in and sedated her. They said she needed to rest and they sent me away. They recommended that I not come back until they called me. Can you help me find a hotel nearby?"

"I will help you find a room. Did you rest any last night? I'm sure you can use a room upstairs to get a nap if you need it."

"I appreciate that, Tom. But before I do, I need to explain my apparent hatred of you. I was abused by Debbie's father. Not physically, but emotionally. He treated me like a servant, yelled at me for each mistake, criticized all of my efforts. He was a military man, just like you. I was afraid you'd treat Debbie, like Bill treated me. After you married, I started therapy and when Debbie would visit, she would praise you, she would stand up for you. I slowly began to accept you were not like her father. But by then, you were no longer coming around, and then Debbie started coming less often. She blamed that on you, but I now realize that she was using me as an alibi. I am so sorry I didn't reach out to you when she started blaming you. If I had, this might have been stopped earlier."

"Even if it has stopped earlier, it wouldn't have helped our marriage if she had come here, even once."

"What do you mean

here

?"

"I guess I should explain."

I gave her a rundown of everything. Starting with why I was at this house to begin with on Christmas Eve, calling her after seeing Debbie when I thought she was in Tennessee. I explained hearing Debbie in the room next to the one I rescued Janice and Michelle from. At that point, I heard movement and called them into the room. I figured they'd be listening.

As they walked into the room, Janice explained that I had rescued them and stayed with them to protect them. She went on to explain that Michelle and I had fallen in love and they had offered me a room at their house for as long as I wanted to stay. I tried to catch Janice's eye, but she shook her head when Sharon was looking at me.

I finished the story, leaving out the parts that Sharon didn't need to know. I then asked Janice if there was a room Sharon could stay in. Sharon got up and came over to give me a hug. I think it was the first ever hug I got from her.

Janice then led Sharon upstairs and showed her where she could stay and even gave her one of my shirts if she wanted to lay down for a nap. Sharon said she'd nap for a while, but would like to take us out to dinner to thank Janice and Michelle for their hospitality, especially considering the circumstances.

After Sharon closed her door, I turned to Janice. Before I could say anything, she was on me with a soul searing kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss. Eventually, she backed off and I could see tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean to hurt you when I told Sharon about Michelle and you. I couldn't include myself in that conversation just yet. Not because I don't love you, I do. No one outside of the three of use will understand. At some point, maybe we can tell others, but we need to be careful.

"Michelle and I discussed this while we were upstairs. Sharon being here made us question what we could/should tell other people. Michelle wanted me to be your girlfriend, but the more we talked about it, the more we realized that wouldn't work in the long run.

"If we get serious, Michelle needs to be the one you marry. If anyone sees you with me afterward, it will be a lot less awkward to explain an affair with your mother-in-law, than it would with your step daughter."

I had to agree that made a lot of sense. I also realized that as she was explaining it, I had no problems considering going beyond the girlfriend stage with either of them.

I was momentarily dumbstruck. How could a tragic event like finding out my wife was cheating on me, turn into something so wonderful and promising, so quickly? (Hey, Anonymous was going to berate me for it in a comment, so I thought I'd bring it up first.)