I didn't have much time but I wanted to be in the
winter contest
this year. Everyone is 18 or over.
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His yawn almost lasted the trek up the stairs.
Ben was groggy and grabbed at his junk, tugging on it through the tight briefs.
Christmas was great and all, but he was desperate for a bowl of cereal. To his surprise, he laid eyes on cake. More specifically, the heart shaped, creamy vanilla cheeks of his step-mom Cynthia.
It's not the first time he's come up the stairs to her bent over and rummaging through the fridge. However, he had never seen this much of her, much less the white lace panties that were completely devoured by her butt.
The plump outline between her thighs was a beacon and he bit his lip. She started to rise as he admired her long, delicious legs.
"Oh, hey, baby boy."
He would never, ever, get tired of her southern drawl. It melted him down and made him fuzzy inside. Couple that with that big, five foot ten stature and her ugly Christmas sweater and he had a recipe for later, stored away in the bank. He couldn't wait to have those wavy blond strands between his finger tips. The imagination was wonderful.
"Morning."
The disheveled woman pushed up her round, rose gold glasses and sipped her coffee. He felt her gaze while he was in the cupboard and suddenly realized just how far he stuck out after it grazed the cabinet below. Too late to hide it now, he just had to act normal.
He had a seat with his fruity flavored pebbles and gave in to her persistent stare from across the island. They smiled and he went to take a bite.
"That the usual?"
"We're out of puffs," he said with a chomp.
"Or are you happy to see me?"
The loud chewing stopped and he looked around, mostly towards the living room.
"He's totally smashed and passed out," she said with a quick reassurance.
The subtle, lighthearted flirting over the last couple of years had started to cross a line this morning. No way he would stop this.
Without a doubt her presence in his life made high school a breeze. Senior year was done and gone. He loved her and their secret interactions interspersed through their busy days.
"That's a trick question." He finally spoke up.
She nodded with a sly smile. "You're not wrong."
He contemplated and took a bite. "Both but one more than the other. How was the fancy corporate party?"
A grin took over with another sip of black roast. "I accept your answer and topic change." She cupped the mug. "It was fun. Everyone was toast and your sister was nearby and turned into the designated driver. I was way, way too fucked up to drive."
"Oh, is she here?"
"No, no. She had the kids and new boyfriend. Just you and I."
"That's how I like it," he blurted out.
She leaned in on her elbows and arched out. "I know."
Getting lost in those baby blues was as natural as breathing. Those perfect, plump lips moved but he was entranced. What would it feel like to have those wrapped around him?
"Huh?"
She reached out and ruffled his hair. "I said, do you want to swap early gifts?"
God damn. Was he awake yet?
"We should." Took him forever to reply.
She beamed, pearly whites and all with a nod. "Yeah?"
The voice was nearly a whisper and lengthy fingernails slid into his beard. A light graze was all the boy needed and he leaned in to find out just how soft her lips were. Long, gentle moans pushed through him and in turn, shoved hard into the grain below. He wanted to grab it but wasn't sure how far this would go or how she would take it.
The cereal was slid away and he found the sides of her sweater puppies that dangled.
He had always wanted to get a hold of those and they felt so heavy in his palms. There wasn't a protest and she wanted in on the fun, but couldn't reach.
In a flash, she was around the counter top and had his face buried into the cotton, nestled between the all naturals. Digging into her deep wedgie, the heat from her inner thighs was a guide for his fingertips and he dipped them into the honey pot, a first for him.
"That's my boy," she whispered. Fingernails lined his scalp and she held him tight. "My stocking looks stuffed down there. Oh, yeah—definitely not a lump of coal."
She wasn't wrong. His briefs were taxed, wet and a straight line that nudged into the wood.
"What's in there?" She teased and caressed his neck. "Looks huge—I have to see it."
The hem was pulled towards the head, exposing his fatness. A sigh blew out of her and she had always known, but to watch him struggle to get it out just made her tingly. She hooked in and pulled until the fabric snapped, revealing a shiny, engorged purple top.
"I've been a naughty girl this year. Santa must have skipped over my list."
With haste, she jerked the sweater and draped warmth across his cheeks. His face was devoured in hot, jiggly flesh that was smashed between her arms. She took him by the back of both heads and tugged below, sending light groans into her sternum.
"Momma loves a big hard one on Christmas morning," she said casually.
It fed the beast and kept it amazingly rigid between her tight grip. A light squish added to his inability to hold it all back and she didn't stop, letting his arousal leak out as a hot lube.
"Hey, Cynthia!"
"Blow your loa—"
Blonde waves snapped around and they both froze, ripped from a euphoric haze. She let go and his smushed cheeks were released out of her cleavage.
"Yeah, honey?"
She scrambled to fix her clothing and kissed his forehead.
"I can't find my goddamn slacks!"
The resentment that poured out of her was visible. Her eyes were sharp and lingered off towards the back of the house. She helped rearrange his soaked underwear and fondled his heavy balls.
