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The Return of Mrs. Claus I had spent the whole day washing one of my Christmas Eve outfits, over and over again, trying to get the smell of mothballs out of the fabric, what little fabric there was. There really wasn’t much to it. A Sexy Santa under-wired bra with fur trim and a ruched miniskirt with a polka dot bow and candy cane . It was the last outfit that I had bought before Jeff’s death. Memories of Jeff came flooding back to me but only for a moment before thoughts of the man that was waiting for me downstairs in front of that blazing fire forced thoughts of Jeff from memory. For the first time since I was widowed, I was truly happy and looking forward to the life that lay before me. I knew that there would be someone to share my golden years with—Randy would be sitting in that rocking chair next to mine. Somehow I knew intuitively that he would never leave me, not even when I was old and gray and he was still in şişli escort bayan his prime. The twenty years that separated us didn’t matter. I was totally in love again, when I thought that I would never be. I felt loved again when I was certain that I would never again have a man that loved me unconditionally. Randy had just gone in the kitchen to mix up a batch of spiked eggnog where the doorbell rang softly. It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve. Lousy timing. I was horny. I needed my lover’s big cock fucking my brains out again before I climaxed in my red, satin g-string. “I’ll get it honey,” I called out to Randy as I headed for the door, planning on getting rid of whomever was on the other side. Flinging open the door, I found my self staring into the faces of my mother and father in-law. “What the hel….Mom! Dad! What are you doing here on Christmas Eve?” “Well, honey, mom has a Christmas mecidiyeköy escort bayan Eve story to tell you. Randy called to thank me for the car and it sort of came out about what has happened between the two of you and…well…Mandy thought you might need to hear this Christmas Eve story. It happened between her and Jeff when he was even younger than Randy. He was only sixteen when he and….” “Paul…Will you let me tell this in my own way! Can we come in, honey?” on in…make yourself at home…Randy’s fixing some eggnog in the kitchen….” I stopped talking in mid-sentence when I finally noticed how Mandy was dressed, in a Christmas elf outfit that revealed more of her body than it concealed. Randy walked in just then and almost dropped the pitcher of spiked eggnog and the glasses that he was carrying. “Damn…grandma…you’re fucking beautiful.” “Yeah…your father thought so too…but escort şişli that was along time ago…when I was Julie’s age and I really was beautiful.” Mandy walked over and took the tray from Randy and set it down on the floor in front of the fireplace. “This old thing still fits so I guess that I still have the body, but there’s snow on the roof now. And the face isn’t what t once was.” Paul sat down on the rug and Mandy sat down between his widely spread thighs, leaning back against his chest. “Come on you two…get comfortable…this is a long story about a horny mother and her sixteen year old son. I was the horny mother and your Jeff was the sixteen year old son. It happen on Christmas Eve way back in 1987. I’m not sure when the sexual tension started building up between us you see……” I closed my eyes, traveling back in time with Mandy as she relived her first night with Jeff. … ….. “Christmas Eve parties had been a tradition in my family for as long as I could remember. When Paul and I married, I continued the tradition. We had always held them late at night on Christmas Eve after Jeff was in bed and sound asleep because all the ladies came, pun intended, scantily dressed.

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