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Getting Into The Spirit of Christmas With The In-Laws
When the girlfriend you brought home for the Holidays is generous, your dad is joyful, and your mother is forgiving.
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.
This is Part 2 of Evil Emma’s Naughty Christmas. You may find Part 1 here:
When I tried to get back in bed with my boyfriend after visiting his dad’s room to check who had the biggest cock in the family, there was no room for me. For some weird romantic reason, Oliver wanted us to sleep in his old room, which was fine with me except for the fact that he only had a tiny single bed in there, and he was all stretched out like a sea star!
I turned around and walked back to his parent's room. Everything was oversized in that room. His dad’s giant cock was sleeping in a massive king-size bed!
“Jeez!” Mrs. Sloane said. “I didn’t know you could get a big erection like that anymore!”
I stayed in the dark just outside their bedroom door.
“Sorry!” Mr. Sloane replied.
Why would a man say sorry to his wife for having a strong erection? Remind me not to get married!
“Been thinking of your son’s new girlfriend, I bet?”
“Good night,” Mr. Sloane replied instead of answering.
Good night? Wait! I gotta be part of this.
I stepped out of the shadows.
“Can’t sleep in your son’s tiny bed,” I said while walking to Mrs. Sloane's side of the bed. “He sleeps like a sea star. There isn’t even enough room for one in that bed! Mind if I sleep with your guys?”
Mrs. Sloane was on her side, facing the edge of the bed, which allowed her to see my body in the nude except for partly transparent undies and these cheezy knee-high Christmas socks Oliver had given me after dinner during the gift exchange. I could feel knives coming out of her eyes.
Without waiting for an answer, I climbed over Mrs. Sloane and slid myself under the blankets between her and her husband.
“Oliver is so lucky to have parents like you guys!”
Flattery always works! Mrs. Sloane turned around to face me.
“What’s with your parents?”
“My dad died I was very young, and…” I paused for dramatic effect.
“And your mom?”
“She never really cared,” I answered, forcing myself to use a tone of voice as sad as possible.
“What?!”
“She was too busy picking up new boyfriends to bring home every weekend.”
“I’m so sorry, honey!” Mrs. Sloane said while caressing the side of my head. Knives were gone. Her eyes were now those of a loving and caring mother.
“Did any of them… Did they… Did you…” Mrs. Sloane said, trying to ask about something she was clearly uncomfortable with.
I nodded.
“Oh, poor thing!” Mrs. Sloane said, kissing my forehead and hugging me.
She didn’t let go of me. I still managed to free my right arm to investigate what was behind me, and I found the family jewels–with a big and robust flag post, pointing straight up.
And that’s how I fell asleep, in the loving arms of my boyfriend’s mother while holding his dad’s cock. I was proud of myself. I was getting Oliver’s parents wrapped around my little finger for two totally different reasons!
I woke up alone in the middle of the big king-size bed. Coming down the stairs, I heard Oliver and his parents having what seemed like a typical morning chatting session–not that I knew much about ordinary families.
“What the fuck, Emma?!” shouted Oliver as soon as I stepped foot in the kitchen. He looked at me, head to toe but especially at my naked boobs. I hadn’t changed clothes!
“Oliver!” his mom interjected. “Watch your language!”
Mrs. Sloane hugged me and asked what I wanted for breakfast. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was stunned, frozen in place. It made me feel so good!
Last night, when I exposed my transparent undies while putting the socks on, his mom left the room, and his dad froze. Today was a different story and a shock to him. I was even more naked, with free tits on free boobs! Yet, his dad continued to prepare coffee as if it was normal, and his mom hugged me.
I watched Oliver from the corner of my eyes. He was now the frozen one! I was misbehaving, but he was the one being reprimanded.
You forced me to come here, buddy! I’m taking over!
“I love omelets,” I answered, “if it is not too much trouble!”
“Come help me,” his mom asked me while getting stuff out of the fridge.
I had fun cooking with Mrs. Sloane and chatting like two old friends. All the while, Oliver sat with his coffee across the counter and didn’t say a word. I made sure to nonchalantly caress my naked boobs and tits every once in a while when he looked.
Omelets, bacon, ham, sausages, toast, jam, and fresh coffee. When it was ready, we all sat around the table.
“You never allowed me to sit shirtless at the table,” Oliver snapped.
“Sorry!” I said, getting up.
“Sit, honey!” Mrs. Sloane interjected. “She’s my guest!”
“Your guest?” exclaimed Oliver, but his parents ignored him. They were busy passing the plates around and ensuring I had a bit of everything.
I won! His parents are mine, now! I wonder if he’ll ever invite another girlfriend over!
After breakfast, I helped clear the table and did the dishes. Mrs. Sloane wore an apron and insisted I take one too.
Once again, I had fun with Mrs. Sloane. She was a loving, kind, generous person, which is not something I had ever witnessed in my mother. My dad was great, but he abandoned me early to visit the afterlife.
“I’m starting a load. Anything you need to wash?” Mrs. Sloane asked me while I was putting the last pieces of clean dishes away. I looked down and raised my right leg. The bottom of my new socks was dirty.
“I guess so,” I replied while pushing them off. Then I removed my undies and handed it all to Mrs. Sloane. She looked at my bare ass left exposed by the apron.
“You are generous,” she said.
“Uh? Sorry?”
“My husband got a load of eye candy from you since yesterday!” she giggled.
“Oh! Sorry!”
“Don’t be! It’s all in the spirit of Christmas to be generous, no? It’s not like he and I have sex anymore!” she laughed and left.
I went to the living room, where my boyfriend and his dad were sitting on the couch, watching the news.
“Who needs bad news on Christmas day?” I asked while throwing myself between the two. I turned around and rested my back on my boyfriend, then lifted my feet to put them on Mr. Sloane's lap. He kept watching the news but started massaging my feet. That was good! I grabbed one of my boyfriend’s hands and placed it on my neck. I loved neck and foot massages.
“I see you are making the boys joyful,” Mrs. Sloane said when she came back.
“Us?” my boyfriend asked. “She’s the one getting a four-hand massage!”
“Ya, like it is a choir to be touching her body, right?” Mrs. Sloane responded while winking at me. That woman was wilder than I thought after our dinner last night.
I slowly opened my legs to let her husband see my vulva naked under the apron. I winked at Mrs. Sloane.
“You got it, girl,” she said. “Give me that apron; I’m going to the kitchen. Anybody wants more coffee?”
I was shocked, but I gladly obeyed. When my boyfriend insisted we visit his parents for the Holiday Season, I was pissed and expecting the most boring week of my life. But now… I was a bit lost.
His mother was helping me get into my birthday suit, sitting between her husband and her son. And it made me feel good! I was the center of attention, and it was making my boyfriend feel awkward.
Payback is a bitch, honey!
“Mom!” Oliver protested as I removed the apron.
“Son! Let her have fun and be generous! Your dad has never been more joyful! It’s all in the spirit of Christmas!”
This week from hell turned out to be fun! I love the Holidays again!
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