Erotic Christmas | Inlaws | Tease | Nudity
A Naughty Christmas Wishlist With The In-Laws
Be careful which girlfriend you bring home for the Holidays! Evil Emma gives a new meaning to unwrapping gifts.
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I could feel his eyes caressing my ass cheeks as I walked out of the room. I furtively looked over my shoulder, and his eyes were not just fondling my skin… I am pretty sure in his mind, he was grabbing me–his son’s girlfriend!
If my boyfriend Oliver could see this, maybe he would regret demanding that we spend the Holidays at his parent’s place up North. When I take a week off from a tedious job, I want to go somewhere warm and have fun! Instead, he wanted his parents to meet me as if I were a trophy he wanted to exhibit. I don’t have an endless supply of vacation days. What a waste!
We arrived on Christmas Eve in a snowstorm. I'm not too fond of snow. I like bikinis on the beach.
He was an only child, and the entire game plan for the week was “spending time with two old people.” How exciting! I had the sense this week would feel like an eternity. And then, fun popped its head out during gift unwrapping. In his family, they exchanged gifts after dinner on Christmas eve.
“Want to open my gift?” Oliver asked, handing me a box wrapped in red paper.
“Yes! I like unwrapping your gift,” I replied, looking at his crotch, rolling my eyes, and licking my lips.
His mom looked away. His dad’s eyes doubled in size while staring at me.
“Emma!” Oliver exclaimed, pushing the gift box onto my hands.
“Oh! The box!”
I unwrapped my gift to find a pair of above-knee Christmas-color socks. “How cheezy,” I thought. “How cute,” I said, flipping the shoes off my feet and sliding the socks on.
I was wearing a dress, so I lifted the bottom above my waist, exposing my red, partly transparent underwear while slowly, very slowly, adjusting the socks. His mom walked out of the living room. “I’ll go…” she said, pointing toward the kitchen door.
I held my dress above my waist and turned around a few times in front of Oliver and his dad. “So? Sexy?” I asked.
His dad was staring, his mouth opened, and his eyes frozen at ass level.
“Emma!” Oliver gasped.
“What? I like them!” I commented, letting the dress fall back down and giving him a long wet kiss. “Thank you, sweetie!” I added.
“I still want to unwrap my other gift later on,” I added, setting my hand on his crotch while sitting back on the couch next to him. “Is having a big cock hereditary? Your son is really gifted, Mr. Sloane!” I added, looking at Oliver’s dad and squeezing my boyfriend’s cock through his pants. I could feel his penis stiffening.
“Emma!” Oliver hissed while pushing my hand away.
“Are you as gifted, Mr. Sloane?” I asked, ignoring my boyfriend’s apparent desire to change the topic.
His mom walked back into the living room. I wondered what Mr. Sloane would have answered if she had stayed away for a few more minutes.
Meanwhile, Oliver’s eyes were throwing knives in my direction.
You insisted your parents meet me. They are! I’m an irreverent girl, and you knew it!
“Still time to catch a flight to a sunny beach,” I whispered in my boyfriend’s ear. He ignored me–not even a hug, a “sorry,” a “thank you for being here,” or anything.
You haven’t finished paying for this, honey!
Oliver was snoring. I was wide awake.
How could I sleep in this bed?
Oliver thought it would be fun for us to sleep in his old room from ages ago–a room with a single bed! This trip was going from bad to worse! I went to the bathroom, although I had no reason to. I just didn’t know what to do with myself!
When I opened the door to walk out of the bathroom, Oliver’s dad was in the door frame, his hand out, ready to open that door. We both stopped and locked eyes. I could sense he badly wanted to look down. I could see his eyes twitching in that direction, and eventually, off they went! Men can’t resist for long!
I was still wearing my new cheezy Holiday season red, green, and white long socks but this time with no dress–only my red underwear. My naked tits were pointing at him, and his eyes stayed on them for a long time. I didn’t move. I wanted to see what he would do.
Eventually, he placed on hand on my waist, pushing himself past me and inside the bathroom without saying a word.
“Good night, Mr. Sloane!” I said.
I still couldn’t sleep. I was restless and bored. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was sleeping like a baby in his old bed in his old room, ignoring me. He barely gave me a kiss goodnight when we went to bed.
“My parents are conservative, Emma! Please respect that!” These had been his last word. Again, no “thank you for being here” or anything. So on top of being bored and annoyed at wasting vacation days, I was getting mad at him for taking me for granted, I thought.
The only thing making me smile was the image of his father looking at my naked body in the bathroom door frame. And a giant smile came to my face when I thought of pushing this adventure a bit further.
I got up and walked to Oliver’s parents' room. The door was opened. Mrs. Sloane was sleeping on her side, facing the window wall. Mr. Sloane was on his back. I walked to his side of the bed and gently pulled the bedsheets off, then slowly pushed his boxer shorts down. He didn’t move!
And there it was! His naked cock. And it was bigger than my boyfriend’s! I bent over and kissed it. He wiggled a bit. I licked it, then put it in my mouth. His penis hardened.
“What…” Mr. Sloane said. He was awake. He placed a hand on my shoulder, pressing gently as if he wanted to push me off his cock, but… Not really! I kept it in my mouth while locking eyes with him.
Once his cock was hard as a rock and precum started to flow, I stopped and stood up. He was watching me.
“I just wanted to know if a big cock is a hereditary thing,” I casually stated while caressing my naked boobs. Then I turned around and walked away while swinging my ass as much as I could being barefoot.
In the door frame, I looked over my shoulder. His eyes were not just caressing my skin… I am pretty sure that in his mind, he was grabbing me–his son’s girlfriend! His cock was pointing straight up to the ceiling. No viagra was needed for that old man! Or maybe I was his viagra. He was immobile, subdued, probably wondering if he was dreaming.
Meanwhile, I was enjoying this–not the fact that an older man was looking at my naked body after I had sucked on his dick, but the fact that it felt good as an act of vengeance against my boyfriend dragging me into this house for the Holidays.
I put two fingers in my mouth, licked them, and twirled my tongue around them.
“That was the only thing on my wishlist! A man with a bigger gift than Oliver’s!” I said in a sensual tone.
Then I blew a kiss in his direction and turned around.
I was having fun after all!
Evil Emma’s Christmas adventures continue in part 2, here:
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