*All characters in this story (and it is just a story) are at least 18 years of age.
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Kimber mostly worked from home the last couple of weeks leading up to Christmas, and quite frankly, she was in hell. The events of the last couple of months had awakened her sexually in ways that she had never dreamed. She had done things and people (and things to people) far beyond anything she could have ever imagined. And this business of being at home, being a normal wife and mom, just wasn't cutting it. Sure, the sex with Allen was fine. She had filled him in on some of the details of her most recent conquests, but she'd never tell him all - there was no way in hell. Luckily it was enough to make his little dick hard and that was all he needed.
Kimber's dreams were filled with all that she had done and more. She woke up night after night drenched, her body tingling and her pussy pulsating. She couldn't get Brad and Alex out of her mind - the look on Alex's face as her dad pumped his cum into her welcoming hole; the taste of his cum as she let it drain into Kimber's mouth. And then Blue Eyes, with Peyton...holy fuck...Peyton and that tight little virgin pussy, dripping with his seed. Peyton...
"Mom. MOM!!!"
Her daughter's voice jerked her back to reality.
"This is Peyton."
It was all Kimber could do to suppress a gasp. There, in all of her teenage glory, was Peyton, the girl from the plane.
Ariana had just wrapped up mid-terms at Southern Methodist University and was out of school for Christmas break, and so was Peyton, with whom she apparently had several classes. Kimber had no idea the two knew each other.
She pulled herself together and said, "Nice to officially meet you."
"What?" Ariana asked, confused.
"Nothing," Kimber replied with a wry smile.
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It turned out that Peyton had spent most of her available cash on her trip home for fall break, and had nowhere to go for Christmas. "Well if this isn't about to be the best Christmas ever," Kimber thought to herself.
Kimber showed Peyton to the guest room. As she was unpacking her things, Ariana said "Can't she just stay with me, mom? We'll need the guest room for Christmas."
"Sure, that's fine," Kimber replied, smiling.
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A few days later Kimber met up with a couple of her girlfriends after a long day of shopping. Allen was home with the girls, and the last she had heard from him they were watching a movie. And they had been, in fact, until Ariana fell asleep on the couch, her head in her daddy's lap. He'd let them have a glass of wine each, and it had obviously taken its toll on Ariana.
"Do you have anything else to drink?" Peyton asked Allen.
Allen paused the movie. "Sure," he replied. "But I'm not sure you should be drinking anything else."
Peyton wandered over to the liquor cabinet."OMG - let's do shots!" she exclaimed.
"Uh, no. No thanks," Allen responded.
Allen couldn't believe Kimber trusted him around this 18-year-old girl. He figured she must have thought it was fine with Ariana there; but now that she was asleep...
"Uh, yes. Yes thanks," Peyton retorted.
She grabbed an unopened bottle of tequila and a couple shot glasses.
"No," Allen said. "Absolutely not."
Peyton poured a couple and kicked both back herself.
"Fine," she said. "Suit yourself. Wait...actually - no. You're going to do shots with me, or I'm going to tell Ms. Kimber that you tried to fuck me tonight."
"Peyton...please...no," Allen begged. "Please."
Peyton handed him the bottle. He hesitated for a moment, and then took a swig.
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" she smirked. "Do another. I'm one ahead of you."
Allen tilted his head back and let another shot of burning liquid run down his throat. He was already feeling the effects.
"Good boy," Peyton cooed. "Now let's have some fun."
She began to strip in front of Allen, and he instantly cried out.
"NO!" he exclaimed.
Ariana stirred. "Sshhhh," Peyton hissed. "You'll wake her up."
Peyton took another shot and removed her shirt. She was braless, and her tits were the perkiest Allen had ever seen. She handed the bottle to him with a smirk. She had plans for him, but she needed to get him drunk first.
"Drink," she commanded.
Allen took another shot. "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor," he thought to himself. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He was either going to pass out, do something he definitely shouldn't be doing, or both. Either way he was sure he'd lose this battle. And to make matters worse, he was rock hard, and Peyton wasn't showing any signs of slowing down.
Peyton could see the visible bulge in Allen's pants, and she giggled. She bent over in front of him and slowly removed her thong. Allen gasped. Her perfect asshole and pussy were so close to his face he could literally smell them. She turned around and leaned in, her lips inches from his.
"Show me your cock."
"No fucking way," Allen whispered. "Not with her here."
"Fine," she said, grabbing her cellphone.
"Stop!" Allen hissed.
He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing manhood.
"Stroke it," Peyton grinned.
Allen began to stroke his cock, slowly at first, while Peyton danced for him. His hand moved faster and faster as he watched her stick out her tongue and drizzle saliva on her tiny nipples.
