A Cowgurlz Christmas
This is my entry for the
Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest 2024
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This incest/taboo story features two characters introduced in my story, My Sister and the Cowgurl Cantina. Colt, a sometimes-bumbling cowboy wannabe, and Emma, a fiery redheaded cowgirl from West Texas. They are both attending the University of Texas. As Christmas break begins, Emma drives Colt to her family ranch to meet her parents. But Emma's mom shows Colt more than just the ranch. This is a complete, standalone story told from the POV of Emma's mother.
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Chapter One
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Our two dogs began barking, and I hoped it meant they spotted Emma's truck. Emma brought her boyfriend, Colt, with her, and I looked forward to meeting him. The way she talked about him during our video calls led me to think she was falling in love with him. I hoped Emma kept her Christian vow of celibacy before marriage, resisting temptations of the flesh.
The crunch of gravel announced their arrival in front of our ranch house, and I listened to the familiar engine sounds of her classic old Ford pickup truck. It was a sound I knew well. My husband, John, was driving that very truck when I met him twenty years ago. It was old then, but John loved it and cared for it. He gave it to Emma on her eighteenth birthday so she could drive herself to UT Austin. I remembered the day in August when Emma left home. After a final wave, John began crying, and I wondered whether he would miss Emma or his old truck more.
John was riding the fences on horseback, checking one of our pastures. We had a four-wheeler, but John was an old-school cowboy who liked to get out on horseback as often as possible. He says horses always start, never run out of gas, and don't leave your hands greasy.
I went out front to greet the new arrivals. Emma ran up and nearly knocked me over with a jumping hug. Emma and I are both petites, so I had to spin partway around to keep myself from falling over. Then she gave me a polite kiss and I returned the same.
"I'm so happy to be back home, Momma!"
My eyes watered as I looked at Emma's smile. She always crinkles up her nose when she smiles, showing off her beautiful, freckled cheeks. She let her flame-red hair grow out, and from beneath her cowgirl hat, a pair of ponytails escaped to either side.
"Momma, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Colt. In person this time."
As I set Emma down, Colt walked up to me. He was taller than the six-inch-tall man I met on my cell phone, but not by much. But here on the ranch, we don't measure each other in inches. Like Emma, I was only five-foot-two and Colt stood maybe four inches above me. He dressed like a cowboy but didn't look like one. By that, I mean he had boots, Wranglers, a Western shirt, and a cowboy hat, but they were too new looking, with nothing showing much wear. He had an attractive face, neither rugged nor plain, and short brown hair.
Here on the ranch, the headband of every hat gets stained with sweat, every boot gets dusty and scuffed, and every pair of jeans gets faded. It wasn't for lack of money, the ranch was doing incredibly well, but we never bought any clothing to show off. Christians like us should never be guilty of the sin of pride.
Colt had a single bag, but Emma had two, so I helped her with one of them. We entered the main room of the old ranch house. Built decades ago, with a strong Mexican influence, the house included adobe walls and a clay tile roof. I was the third generation on my side of the family to live here, and I hoped Emma would be the fourth. The family bedrooms were up a flight of stairs, off to the right, while the guest bedroom was on ground level off to the left.
I put Emma's bag down at the bottom of the stairs and led Colt to his room. Opening the thick wood-planked door with its iron hinges, I showed him the queen-sized bed with decorative comforter and shams and a fully stocked attached bath. While not boastful in the clothing that we wore, the same did not hold when we entertained guests. Emma and I had decorated this room before she left for college, and it was equal to or better than any luxury hotel.
"The room is very nice," said Colt.
"We do our best," I replied. "After you settle in, mosey down to the kitchen and I'll pour you some sweet tea."
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Chapter Two
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When I returned to the main room, Emma's second bag was gone, as was she. I left her room just as she left it in August, except for adding a family photograph on the wall. Colt was the first to arrive, and I brought out the pitcher of sweet tea and three glasses. Colt and I sat down at the kitchen table and sipped tea while we waited for Emma.
Colt scanned the main room, which was open to the kitchen, and said, "That's a mighty big Christmas tree you have there. When are you going to decorate it?"
"Each year, we drive west into the mountains of New Mexico to cut down a tree and use a trailer to get it home. It wasn't the same this year without Emma, so I think my husband, John, overdid it to impress her when she got home. We held off decorating until Emma got home and we hope you and Emma would help. We also have some garland and lights to be hung in the main room."
"I would be honored," said Colt. "Christmas trees are all about memories and tradition. I would cherish learning more about how your family celebrates Christmas. I've always wanted to live on a big ranch like this one."
I was impressed. The words coming off Colt's tongue were even sweeter than the tea I was drinking. Emma arrived, and while she sipped her tea, the three of us planned our decorating. The high ceiling of the main room and the top third of the tree were only reachable by ladder. John anticipated this, so yesterday, he had brought out an extension ladder and a step ladder, leaning them against the wall. I retrieved our decorations, along with tools and hangers for the garland. The three of us began working on the base of the tree.
Emma rushed about, pointing to various ornaments, "Don't touch this one! I get to hang this one! Let go of that one, it's mine!"
It was great to see the excitement she brought back to the house. It's been so quiet the past four months without her. We decorated as high as any of us could reach, so it was time for the step ladder. Emma picked up an ornament and climbed the ladder. Colt stood at the bottom, and as I picked out the next ornament, I saw him looking right at Emma's butt, right at his eye level. Emma shifted her feet and dithered about, looking for the perfect branch before finding one.
As Emma came down, I went up the ladder with the ornament I picked out. I was less picky and quickly found a place for it. I turned my head to look down, and was surprised to see Colt looking straight at my butt! He was not looking at Emma, nor looking up at me. I had the same petite frame as Emma, but twenty more years of life had added roundness to my butt cheeks and breasts. I was curious how long Colt's eyes would linger on my butt, so I stretched a bit, rose up on my tippy toes, and shifted my feet on the ladder. Looking down again, Colt's eyes remained glued to my butt.
Emma announced her selection, and I announced I had placed mine. As I climbed down, I pushed my butt cheeks back, and they passed mere inches in front of Colt's face. Emma and I swapped places, and I picked out a new ornament to hang. Was a college freshman really looking me over and staring at my butt? I had to find out for sure. Emma and I switched again, and as I climbed, I added a little extra wiggle with each step on the rungs.
Facing toward the tree, I slowly rubbed my left butt cheek with my hand and said, "All this climbing is going to make my butt muscles sore."
I looked down at Colt, watching his head move up and down, his lustful eyes following the movement of my hand over my rounded cheek. I couldn't decide whether to feel good about this or be horrified. For now, I opted for the former, accepting an unspoken compliment. As Emma and I finished decorating the tree, I playfully teased Colt by constantly moving and shifting my butt cheeks. Wetness built between my legs, and I hoped it wouldn't show through my tight faded jeans.
It was time to hang the garland and that meant using the extension ladder. I let Emma use the step ladder, as she was willing to stand on the tallest step that some loco person marked as 'safe'. I preferred the security of the extension ladder, and to continue my teasing, I asked Colt to stand at the bottom to steady the ladder. Emma and I stretched out a long piece of garland and climbed up to reach the beams stretching along the outer walls of the twelve-foot-high ceiling. Along the length of the beam were a series of iron hooks, placed there long ago for use at Christmas and other notable events like Cinco de Mayo.
I continued capturing Colt's eyes by wiggling my butt cheeks until I no longer needed to check. I could feel his eyes tracing my curves and borrowing into the shadows between my legs. We had to re-position the ladders multiple times, and after Emma and I finished with the last piece of garland, I decided to have a little fun with Colt. My cheeks were about three feet above the level of his face as I began to descend my ladder. My left foot stepped down one rung, and I took a firm grip on the ladder with both hands. I shifted my cheeks and brought my right foot to the next lower rung. But instead of stepping securely upon it, I let my foot slip off.
I quickly dropped about two feet, and as I planned, Colt leaned forward trying to catch me. His face pressed tightly against my butt cheeks!
"Oh, my!" I shouted. I let more of my weight settle onto Colt's face. His nose was right in my crack as our cheeks got acquainted. I knew he had to smell the wetness from my teasing arousal. And I wanted him to. It would serve him right for staring at my butt! My right foot caught the rung and I was able to secure myself.
"I got this now," I exclaimed, then climbed down the rest of the ladder.
The tree and garland looked wonderful. I suggested Emma take Colt around to show him the rest of the buildings near the main house and have him meet her horse named Shotgun. She was all for doing that. I cleaned up the boxes for the decorations, then went up to the master bedroom, where I removed my wet panties. I quickly sniffed the gusset and tried to remember the last time I had been this wet. I couldn't think of one. I pulled out a pair of seldom used, but rather sexy lacy panties, and as I put them on, I paused long enough to add a dab of perfume. It would be interesting to have Colt here for the next few days.
I went to the kitchen and started warming up some brisket chili I made yesterday. It is one of Emma's favorites, and the extra day lets the flavors fully develop. I thought about the slowly drying wetness between my legs and decided not to shower tonight. I wondered if the extra day would let my feminine flavors and musky scents fully develop.
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Chapter Three
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John arrived home from riding the fences and went upstairs to shower. Outside, he had met Emma and Colt in the horse barn, and they agreed to brush and care for his horse.
