0 comments/ 152781 views/ 37 favorites Mistletoe By: Dyrtytailz So July rolled around, and I must say I was ahead of the game, our Christmas decorations had been down for a whole month. All except for one lonely sprig of cheap plastic mistletoe between the kitchen and the living room, which still hung from a tiny cup-hook. I had forgotten it and wasn't gonna' drag out the Christmas boxes again, so I just left it. If I had known the uproar it was going to cause I may have reconsidered, of course I'm not sure about that either. I invited a few friends over for a friendly Friday night game. I'd like to be cool and say it was cards, but it was actually a role playing game. They showed up and we ordered pizza, and my wife retired to the living room to watch TV. Anyway she was wearing a little sundress, as it was close to eighty degrees even at night. She's a cutey, 5'4" slim waist round behind, perky small c-cup breasts, and short bouncy light blond hair. One of my four buddies noticed the mistletoe and began giving me a ration of crap for it. It had actually been irking my wife for a couple of days too. She wasn't tall enough to reach the boxes or would've put it away herself. The slam-fest continued and I was getting all kinds of crap, I told them I liked having mistletoe up hoping to quiet them a little. "What good is mistletoe with a bunch of guys?" One of my friends asked. "We're not all guys!" Another said. My wife started to giggle. She set her wine cooler on the coffee table. I had everything set up for the game and was halfway through my second beer, I was ready to get playing. "They're right hon." My wife chimed in. "There ARE rules to mistletoe, and I AM the only woman here, you'd better take it down." She was giggling, but the guys although laughing picked up on the flirtatious vibe VERY quickly. "I'll take it down first thing in the morning." I said. "I promise, the food will be here soon, is everyone set to play?" "Suit yourself." My wife said and went back to sit down. The food came and the beer flowed. My wife refreshed her wine cooler without incident. Then Roger one of my friends headed for the bathroom. On the way out he passed my wife. "Hey." He said stopping and looking down at the couch where she sat sipping and flipping through the channels, her sun dress draped almost to her knees which were bent with her feet under her. "I'm about to walk under the mistletoe for the second time. No kiss!" He said sarcastically. My wife giggled quite a bit, and he kept walking, but as he got to the mistletoe she called after him and got up still giggling. He stopped directly under it. "You wouldn't dare!" I said laughing in spite of myself. My wife sauntered up and gave him a quick flirty peck on the cheek. "Hey I walked through it twice!" Roger said. My wife stepped back up, but as she headed for his cheek he turned and she pecked him instead dryly on the mouth. She blushed and giggled and gushed before heading back to the couch. Needless to say my next friend was heading for the bathroom before Roger even sat down. "Uh oh." My wife said. "Well rules are rules." She giggled and came back to meet him at the threshold. She had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him, and this time she met his lips, for another simple peck although this time I had seen her lick her lips first. I was a little angry, but mostly just knew I should've taken the mistletoe down. When she had stood on her tiptoes everyone seated at the table had caught a healthy glimpse of her thighs, as the sundress wasn't particularly long. I would've gotten up to take the mistletoe down right then, but I actually had a slight erection and didn't want to be embarrassed. Gabe came out of the bathroom and my wife waited dutifully by the mistletoe. Gabe sauntered up to her and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him he leaned back putting his arms on her hips. She leaned with him pressing her breasts against his chest and mashing her lips to his. A second or two passed and Gabe leaned forward again letting her settle back to the floor. If she had been wearing stocking we all would've seen the tops with that maneuver. My cock was now hard and I didn't know what to do. Quickly Dan another friend headed to the doorway where my wife quickly took a large swig of cooler and licked her lips. "This is fun, your right babe, the mistletoe can stay." She giggled. Dan walked up and held out his arms smiling. She let him embrace her! Now with his arms wrapped tightly around her he kissed my wife! A second passed as he continued my wife closed her eyes and all the guys let out a breath. Maybe five seconds went by and finally the embrace broke. Dan went to the bathroom and came out. My wife had downed her cooler and grabbed another. "Alright." I said. "Really it was all fun and games, c'mon." "If we really have to stop, you'll have to take down the mistletoe." My wife cooed, slurring ever so slightly. Everyone laughed. I couldn't get up if I wanted to, I could feel the erection started to moisten, in a minute there would be pre-come showing through my crotch! We all watched enraptured as Dan sauntered up to my wife. I couldn't bear to watch, but couldn't not. Again Dan embraced her, and began to passionately kiss her. My wife closed her eyes and ran a bare heel up one of Dan's legs. We all get another really good thigh shot and Dan took it as a Cue. I noticed Dan's mouth open, and my wife's open to accept the gentle probing of his tongue. I had to put a stop to this! Finally Dan slowly slid his hand down my wife's back and over her buttocks releasing her from the embrace. As he let go of her he looked out into the living room and saw our digital cable box. He picked up the remote and turned to the soft music channel. "Care to dance?" Dan asked, and extended a hand. My wife giggled and squirmed up to him. He put one hand on her hip and the other around her waist and pulled her close. The music played and he danced with her. Finally leading back to the mistletoe for another long open-mouthed kiss. He sat back at the table and the only guy who hadn't pissed yet pounced on the doorway. Gary lacked Dan's savoir Faire, but made up for it with horniness and gall. My wife let herself be embraced, and Gary immediately began to tongue her open mouth. Gary however also placed both hands firmly on her behind and gently squeezed and rubbed. My wife was clearly horny, and sometimes I'll caress her cheeks gently at night because she enjoys it and it arouses her. Gary had stumbled into the money pit. My wife moaned a little and melted into him. Gary left her mouth to gently kiss her neck sensing her inhibitions dropping he slid his hands down and under her sundress! For a moment the table saw a flash of red thong then the hem fell over Gary's hands, which continued to rub my wife's bare ass! My wife finally squirmed free as Gary began kissing his way down to her cleavage. He headed gaily to the bathroom while my wife on unsteady feet looked the room over with lustful eyes. "Babe if you're going to stop this you'd better stop it now." My wife said. She was gyrating her hips ever so slightly at her arousal. "If you don't get up and take this down it's staying up." She said looking right at me. Now all eyes were on me. What would I do! I was so horny I wanted it to keep going, not to mention they'd all know I was enjoying it if I tried to stop it because there was no hiding a pup tent in Khaki's. The bathroom door opened to my silence and Gary returned to put his arms around my wife. Again she began to kiss him. This time he wasted even less time. My moment to stop it had passed. Gary was running his hands up and down her dress. Kissing her hungrily greedily. He lifted the hem of her dress up showing all of us her ass, the bright red thong disappearing between the cheeks only to reappear over her crotch. He reached up and began slowly tugging the zipper down her back! She didn't stop him. Now her bra came into view, he paused to unclasp it, and that's when she backed away from his embrace. We all watched Renee' turned to face us she was clearly intoxicated and flushed with arousal. We thought it was over. "That's enough out of you." She said to Gary reaching behind her and slipping her bra of her arms and out her sleeve. Now her breasts were free in the dress. Her erect nipples strained at the light fabric. "You were first right?" She waggled a finger at Roger who came at her for seconds. Roger had lost time to make up for as I watched in Dismay and arousal as he began kissing her and massaging her breasts through the sundress, finally unzipping it and pulling the top down. My wife's breast flopped into the light and Roger's mouth fell on them licking and sucking her nipples! Renee' leaned her head back and shut her eyes and we watched as the dress slowly slid over her hips into a bunch on the floor around her ankles. She kicked it into the living room. She finally pushed Roger away and turned to face us, saliva glistening on both breasts. Gabe came up and as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him he put both hands on her ass and lifter her up to him. Her legs quickly slipped around his waist. Using one hand to hold her while he sucked on her neck and ears the other hand found it's way to her crotch and began to trace her swollen pussy through her tiny red panties. Renee' moaned and writhed against him. Gabe walked over to the kitchen table and sat her down on the end where everyone but me was. She lay back and looked up at me as Gabe slid her panties off, and four sets of hands began to explore her. Her legs were spread and Dan began to finger her as Gabe rubbed her clitoris. Roger went back to work sucking her breasts and Gary took out his cock and wandered up by her head. My eyes went wide as Renee placed her mouth onto Gary's cock and began to suck. From my vantage point I could see her lips wrapped around it as she gently sucked. Gary was in heaven, and then I looked back down to where her bush stood out starkly from her pale skin only to see Dan sliding his cock into my wife's pussy! My wife Moaned and cooed as Gary and Dan worked her from either end. Suddenly Gary began to tense up and my wife pulled her head back just in time to get several big globs of semen sprayed onto her face. As Gary finished my wife wiped it off with the back of her hand and smeared it on her abdomen. My attention went to Dan who was now pumping furiously causing my wife's breasts to bounce too much for Roger to suck on. Then with a grunt Dan pushed himself in and stopped. I could tell by his expression he was cumming deep inside my wife's pussy. As Dan pulled out a thick glob of cum strung from his cock. My wife cooed and squirmed. "Next." She said scintillatingly. Roger Fed his rock hard cock to her mouth as Gabe replaced Roger in her pussy. Tears welled in my eyes as the severity of the situation bulldozed me. I had just come in my pants. I must have been stroking myself absently through the fabric. As I came the arousing part of the situation washed away and I watched my four friends fuck my wife and said nothing. Shame became arousal again some time later. I watched Roger and Gabe also cum, Gabe again filling her pussy now to the point of pouring out of her. She invited them to our bedroom! I followed slowly they all climbed into our bed, a king size and with my Renee in the middle the just rubbed their hands all over her, they were all temporarily spent. I went back to the living room collapsed on the couch and slept. I awoke to strange sounds in my bedroom. There in our bed my wife continued to frolic. She was sober now, and Roger was in the shower. Gabe was fucking her anally, while Dan again fucked her pussy. In one night she had become a seething sexpot. I walked away from the scene. Days passed and it seemed as though one of my friends was always at the house. My wife was insatiable. I took a permanent residence on the couch, her bed was never empty. We're divorced now, but I still live in the living room. Whenever I want to I can go and watch live porn and the rent is cheaper now that Roger practically lives here. Someday I'll probably move out, but Renee is a hot woman and I can always jerk off watching her fuck. For those of you waiting for the ten dates wrap-up I promise they're coming, I've been in a funk on that one, I need some fresh material. Mistletoe John sits in his favorite chair, drinking down a hot cup of hot chocolate. The television is off and his wife and daughter are nowhere to be seen. They are suppose to be sitting down together watching a Christmas movie and when he looks up at the clock he sees it has been almost a half hour. By know he is sure even their cups of hot chocolate are cold. He sits his cup down on the table next to his chair and stands up deciding it is time to go find her. When he turns toward the door Kimberly, his nineteen year old daughter, is standing there with nothing on but mistletoe just above her crotch. John is stunned as he sees his wife and her perfect body standing there. "I, uh," he stammers out not knowing at all what to say. Cassie, his wife, and Jessica, his other daughter, appear behind her. Cassie smiles and says, "I wanted to surprise you with something special." "Are you serious?" he asks not able to take his eyes of his sexy daughter. "This is your Christmas present from both of us," Cassie says. "Now you know what to do with mistletoe, don't you?" It is John's turn to smile as a grin appears on his face from ear to ear. "I do." As Cassie and Jessica sit on the couch, Kimberly walks over to her father. She stands on her toes to reach up and kiss him. "Merry Christmas Daddy," she says. John cups her cheeks in her his and kisses her back. Instantly his cock is hard in his pants. This is the ultimate Christmas present. Kimberly helps her father undress; tossing his clothes off in any direction and then grabs his hands and pulls him down to the floor. She guides him to his back and she slides on top of him. Kimberly's bare skin is erotically warm against her own as he pulls her to his lips. Their tongues cross each other's lips along with soft moans. Each time Kimberly pulls away even a little bit, he leans forward to quickly close the gap. When they do finally break the lock, John cups her cheeks again and asks, "Where did you learn this stuff?" Kimberly smiles and looks at her mother before looking back at him, "Mom show me everything I need to do to make me your perfect Christmas present." Before John can comment, his daughter moves down and kisses the center of his tight stomach, then licks her way halfway back up his chest before moving down again. He gets up on to his elbows, lifting his upper body up to watch as she kisses down toward his crotch. As her lips gently press on his cockhead, he sighs heavily. Teasingly Kimberly kisses his stomach while running her hand over his rock hard and perfectly thick cock. His eyes remain glued to her, watching every erotic action this young eighteen year old was taking. Leaning down further, she runs her tongue from the base to his cockhead and elicits a pleasurable moan from him. Wrapping her lips around his cockhead, she gives a small suck before moving to lick upward again, slowly working her tongue along his shaft. "Come here," he breathes heavily. He entangles his fingers in his daughter's hair and lifts her up to toward him. He kisses her, running a hand over her breasts and smiling against her mouth. His other hand moves from her hair and runs over her neck, shoulders and back, tickling her bare skin as he goes. Kimberly breaks from the kiss and moves downward once again along his body. She kisses and licks every bit of it while enjoying the sound of his groans. Finally she slides her lips over his cock, taking more than just his cockhead in her mouth, slipping her tongue along. She bobs slowly, taking more of him each time she goes down. "Oh yes Kimberly," he groans loudly as her nose presses against his tensed stomach. He gathers her hair with one hand and holds my head. With his other hand he pulls her sideways to him. As his cock slides in and out of her mouth, he runs his hand across her stomach, moving downward. His fingers slide past the mistletoe and along her moist slit teasingly. Kimberly moans around his cock. His touch is light but it doesn't stop the muscles in her stomach from twitching and contracting. He rubs her bare pussy a couple time before finally sliding a finger inside, eliciting a deep moan against his cock. She bobs up and down a bit faster as the intensity of his finger sends jolts through her body. Feeling her change in pace, he begins working his finger in and out of her pussy faster, making it almost impossible for her to focus on his cock. "Oh my god!" she shouts as she pulls her mouth off of him. She tries to again wrap her lips against his cockhead, but it only lasts until his thumb finds her clit. "Uhh, Daddy..." He turns her quickly, smashing his lips against hers as he continues his assault on her pussy. Kimberly's whole body gyrates against her father, needing to feel his fingers rub harder and press deeper inside her. With an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder, he keeps her against him, his tongue tracing around inside of her lips. Soon, she can't take it anymore. Her virgin pussy throbs for his cock to be inside her. She pushes his hand away and swings her leg upward to straddle her father, rubbing his cock along her wet slit. John pushes her upward, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, looking up at her as he does. Her breathing speeds up as he moves to the other breast. He kisses her passionately as she rubs her pussy along his entire shaft. She lifts her hips and he slips two fingers quickly into her pussy as she wraps her fingers tenderly around his cock, pointing him upward. "I want you to have my virginity Daddy," she says smiling down at him. He places a hand gently on her neck. "Daddy will be glad to make his baby into a woman." Kimberly drops herself down and he thrust upward. With that single motion, he is fully inside of her, his warm cock filling her completely. For a moment, neither move as they wait for the sudden pain to dissolve. Then, when she is ready, Kimberly begins to rock herself up and down, moaning softly at the feel of his hard, warm cock sliding in and out of her pussy. His hands move eagerly over her skin as he kisses her. Kimberly rocks a little faster, breathing hard against his mouth. "Oh, Kimberly," he moans as he slides his fingers through her hair. Arching her back, she continues sliding up and down. "You're amazing. Your mother taught you well." "I love you Daddy," she says as his hands quickly wrap around her back, pulling her against him. He begins thrusting into her, taking control. "Oh, yes!" she cries, settling her face into his neck. Turning his head, he runs his tongue tenderly along her lips, still thrusting. He moves gently, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with force. His moans are mesmerizing. Each thrust is punctuated by one, vibrating against his daughter's lips. He starts moving faster, getting into a rhythm, rubbing against her body. "Kimberly," he says through gritted teeth and she feels him tense inside of her. Her stomach tightens and twitches as she feels her orgasm building up. He thrusts fully inside of her and holds himself there, clutching her tighter to his body and sitting upright. She wraps her arms behind his shoulder, trying to bring him closer to her. "Oooohh," she moans loudly. John's breath begins to come in grunts and groans. "Yes, Daddy!" she yells as she wraps her arms around him tighter and pulls toward her. He instantly picks up speed, thrusting hard and deep. "Hold it Daddy!" Her stomach tenses and her legs begin to shake. She buries her face into his neck as her pussy walls begin to squeeze him tighter and she feels him grow tenser too. His thrusts come faster and his body slides over her clit. "Oh god!" she screams. John thrusts as deep into her as he can manage. A ripple goes through her. Wave after wave of her daddy's hot cum shoots into her tipping her over the edge. Her body shudders as the torrent of the orgasm tears through her. Her pussy juices mingle with his and she hugs him even closer to her. They remain locked together as their orgasms subside and Kimberly whispers into his ear, "I love you Daddy." From the couch Cassie and Jessica have smiles on their faces and in unison they say, "Merry Christmas Daddy!" Mistletoe and Mom My parents divorced last year after 35 years of marriage when my father ran off with his young secretary; cliché, yes, but it does happen. I've been trying to help my mom as much as I can with all the changes so when she needed some one to go with her to her company Holiday party, I accepted without even thinking. My mother is a typical suburban housewife of 58 – she is not unattractive, but not young, firm or hot. She works as a customer service representative for a manufacturing company; not a glamorous job, but it keeps her busy. My sister lives out of state, so when my parents broke up, I was the one to help her find a job, keep her house and get on track with being single again. I'm thirty-one, living in a big city, and trying to have a life of my own. Since I live in the city and she in the suburbs, the plan was for me to stay at her house after the Christmas party and then help her with a tree the next day. So much for my weekend, but this was the first Christmas my mom was to spend without my father. I dressed in a nice suit and when I got to the house, and my mom was still getting ready. She was wearing a short silky robe that she must have put on just after a shower. I sat on her bed and made small talk with her while she put on her makeup. She was in her bathroom at the sink and I could see her from where I sat. As she leaned toward the mirror, the short robe pulled up and revealed her thick thighs. At 58, she had some extra weight, but still looked better than most women her age. We were busy talking about my sister, but I kept getting tempted by the robe to look at her. I could barely see her red satin panties as the robe fluttered around her ass. I was a little shocked, since I was staring at my mom after all, and put the thoughts out of my mind. She was done with her makeup and walked into her closet to put her dress on. She was out of sight, but we kept talking. "Scott," she said, "I'm hoping you will have a little fun tonight. I know what a drag this must be for you, but I really appreciate you going with me." "Mom, don't worry about it. I'll have a good time." I said trying to sound sincere. "Well, try not to call me 'Mom' all night. I don't want to feel too old. Plus," she continued, "I just told my coworkers I was bringing a friend." She came out of the closet and my jaw dropped open. She was wearing a red satin dress that hugged her hips and overlapped at the legs like a robe. The neckline showcased her very ample bosom. She blushed when she saw my expression. "Wow," I said. "That's a nice dress, Mom." "Is it too much?" She asked as she turned around. On her back, above her ass, the dress had a red satin bow. "No, no. You said it was formal." I tried to calm her. "I think you're fine. I mean, you look great." "Thanks," she said as she sat down on the bed with her hose in her hand. She started with one leg and slipped on matching red hose, pulling them up her thigh. For as long as I can remember, my mom wore pantyhose, but not like these. These were individual hose and stayed in place with a tight elastic band. I watched as she pulled them high up her thigh and covered them with her dress. I tried to keep the conversation going, but I'm sure it stalled out as I took all of this in. When she was done we both stood up to go, but she paused in front of the mirror. I stood next to her and she wrapped her arm around my back. "Quite a pair," she said. I agreed not sure if she was talking about us or her well displayed breasts. As we walked in to the party, there was a small group of people and a cameraman standing facing us. With laughter, the group pointed out that we were under mistletoe and wanted us to kiss. I blushed, but my mom just flowed with it. She turned to me for what I thought would be a peck on the check, but she hit me square on the lips and pulled my face to hers. I could tell the photographer was taking pictures as my mom's coworkers howled. After our kiss, my mom turned to the group and said, "That's one way to break the ice." We walked away hand in hand to find our table, and my mom said, "Scott, sorry about that. I didn't know they were going to do that, and I just got a little carried away." She paused. "I guess I'm still a little nervous about being in these social settings without your dad and wanted to show off a little. I guess I wanted people to think that I have a young, hot date." My cock was waking up at the thought of being her date. I had never had any thoughts like this before, but now I was all for it. "Mom – I mean – Janice, tonight you do have a young, hot date. Just relax and let's have fun." My mom mingled with her coworkers and introduced me as her friend. I could tell she was catching the eye of some of the men and women she worked with. She was more spirited than I had seen her in years and I was happy for her. I played it up being her date by holding her hand or keeping a hand on her back. After flirting through dinner, my mom and I danced to a few 80's pop songs. Eventually a slow song came on, and I thought we would go refresh our drinks. My mom, pulled me close and said, "It's about time. I can't keep up a fast pace like I used to." I held her hand close to us and had my other hand on her back. Unfortunately, with the bow on her dress, my hand stayed pretty high and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She had her arm on my lower back and as I caressed her back, she did the same, sometimes rubbing very low to my ass. "Scott, I know this is a lot of work for you..." She started. "Work?!" I interrupted. "I'm having a great time. I'm at a fun, fancy party, with a beautiful woman who happens to look great in her red dress." She blushed at this, "Thanks. I needed that." She put her head in my chest as we danced. I felt a tapping on my shoulder and I turned to see what it was. It was Karen, one of my mom's coworkers, and she smiled at us pointing up. Hanging over the dance floor was more mistletoe and we were under it. My mom and I laughed and we looked at each other. I put a hand on her cheek and pulled her lips to mine. We kissed for a long time, just on the lips, and continued to dance. My cock was reacting to the kiss and the feel of her body. I'm sure she could tell I was getting hard, but she stayed close. We broke the kiss and each took a breath. "Thanks, Scott. Tonight means a lot to me and you're great." she whispered. I wanted more. I danced her back to the mistletoe before the song ended and pointed up. She laughed, "You're such a man." Our kiss was more familiar this time. She parted her lips slightly and our tongues played with each other. My cock jumped and I rubbed against her more. I had just gotten my hand over her bow and onto her ass when the song ended and was followed by another fast number. We went for a drink and didn't get back on the dance floor again. The party wound down and we drove home. As we got farther from the party, I could tell the "date" atmosphere was fading. I was disappointed because she had me so turned on. When we got to her house, I decided to continue to play the part of her date. I held her hand as we walked to the door. "Well, Janice, thank you for taking me to such a lively party. I had a great time with you." I said as we stood at the door, and I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was a little surprised by my formality, but played along. "I had a nice time, too, Scott. You were quite a gentleman. Would you like to come in for a night cap?" She asked with a wink. I quickly agreed. We went to the living room where there is a small liquor cabinet. My mom took off her shoes and sat on the couch while I made some drinks. I turned around and found her sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and her dress had opened to her mid thighs. Her red stockings were vibrant and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I handed her a drink and made a toast, "To a wonderful evening with a beautiful woman." "Scott," she said, "you really have made me feel special tonight. Thank you." She held my hand and rested it on my thigh. "It was my pleasure, Janice." I said. We were both quiet for a moment as there was some awkwardness. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. We kissed for some time and I ran my hand over her bosom and hips. Her dress was so silky she felt fabulous. I pulled her close to me and moved my hand over her ass. She pulled away and said, "Scott, look, this is a little too much. I'm still your mother." "That may be true," I said, "but I'm 31 years old and a pretty well adjusted adult. I find you extremely attractive and, tonight, I am your date." "I don't know." She paused. "Well, then let's think about it tomorrow." I said as I leaned to kiss her more. She responded by opening her mouth to me and wrapping her arm around my back. We made out on the couch for about ten minutes, but our fancy clothes were constricting us too much. She whispered in my ear, "I'd like to show you my bedroom." I removed my tie and shirt as we walked to her room. I couldn't take my hands off of her dress. We stood near her bed and embraced. I ran my hands over her ass as we kissed. "Okay," she said, "whatever happens tonight is a one-time isolated event that we will put behind us and hopefully we won't need more therapy." "Got it." I said with my cock prodding her. She kissed me quick on the lips and unbuckled my pants. She led me to the bed in just my boxers and sat me down. She kneeled down and pulled my cock out. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She sighed as she caressed my cock. "I've been thinking about sucking cock for months." She took my cock in her mouth and sucked with abandon. Her right hand stroked my hard cock as her mouth moved up and down. I just looked down and caressed her silky back as her head bobbed up and down. The bow on her ass looked like it was my present. I couldn't hold it in very long and came hard in her mouth. She swallowed my come and kissed my nipples when she was done. "Wow," I said. "That was fantastic, mom." I stood up on my weak legs and said, "Now, let's get this dress off of you." I undid the fastener and it opened up. I laid her on the bed and unwrapped her dress. Her massive breasts spilled out and her nipples were huge. She looked great with her red panties and hose. I started by kissing her nipples while I rubbed my limp cock on her panties. They were so silky and soft against my cock. She moaned while I played with her tits. "Oh, Scott, that feels sooo gooood," she said. "Oh, it's been too long." I kept kissing her as I moved down her stomach and kissed her pussy through the panties. I turned around so my knees were near her head and she started stroking my cock and ass. I pulled her panties down just enough to let me get my head inside and kiss her pussy. Her lips were full and hairy, but I ran my tongue along them front to back. She moaned and squeezed my ass cheek with one hand. Her other hand reached down and caressed my head in her panties. I didn't need much encouragement as I started lapping away. As I ate her, she licked her forefinger and started teasing my asshole. I was shocked that my mom was so experienced, but it was such a turn-on, I wasn't about to stop her. I could hear her moaning more and more. She slipped the tip of her finger in my ass and I moaned as my cock hardened. She almost yelled, "I need you in my now." I popped my head out of her panties and pulled them off of her. She was just dressed in her red hose as she lay on top of her silky dress. She popped her finger out of my ass and I turned around. With a smooth, slow motion, I entered her pussy. She moaned, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me now. Fuck your mother." I didn't need to hear it twice. I started pumping faster and faster and she kept up with my pace. Her tits jiggled around on top of her chest as she huffed, "oh, faster, Scott, fuck me hard, oh, your cock is huge, fuck your mother." Suddenly she became quiet for a moment and a she yelled, "You're going to make me come." Her body quivered and her hands scratched all over my back. I came as she squeezed my ass and pulled me into her. We lay entwined for at least ten minutes before we looked each other in the face. It was a little awkward as we faced the reality of what we had just done. I spoke first with my now limp cock inside her, "Mom, I love you. I love you as a mother and as a woman. I hope we can be happy about what we have just enjoyed together." She smiled and said, "Scott, I love you too. You have helped me in ways you will never understand. I am happy about what we just did and I hope you're getting ready for more because I'm not letting you out of my sight this weekend." We cleared the bed and went to sleep together. It was incredible to spoon with my naked mother as we went to sleep. The rest of the weekend was quite eventful as explored each other's sexuality. Mistletoe, Candy Canes, and a Lesbian Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian Summary: Frigid MILF turned by one of her husband's young employees. Note: This is a 2013 Holiday season contest so please vote. Note 2: This story is dedicated to DAVE who requested it for his wife. Note 3: Thanks to MAB7991, goamz86 and LeAnn for editing this story. Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian "You haven't had sex in over a year!" I asked my colleague Dave, stunned by his admission a moment ago. He shook his head as he took another swig of his beer at the pub where we hung out after work, Dave and I the last two remaining. "It wasn't always like this." "But she is still ridiculously attractive," I pointed out, "and you are not bad yourself if I was into men." "Good to know I'm attractive to the lesbians," he joked, finishing his fifth beer. "What happened?" I asked, my head already spinning with the thoughts of the challenge of making a frigid woman my sex slave. "That is one of the great mysteries of the world," he sighed, clearly very frustrated at his long sexual drought. "Was she always a prude?" I asked, digging deeper for more intel on my next prey. "God no," he said, "although I was her first and only." "She has only fucked just you?" I asked, not able to fathom such a concept. I was 99% lesbian, but I still had fucked more than one guy. "Yeah," he nodded, as he ordered another beer. "Was she always so timid?" I asked, curious about a woman who only had been with one man. She was clearly prime material for my lesbian seductive wiles. "No, but I don't think I should get into the details," he said, although I knew men, and he was dying to talk about it. "Oh, come on, I am not some guy you are bullshittng with," I challenged, knowing exactly how to manipulate him. "You won't tell anyone?" He asked. I thought to myself 'you already have told me way too much', but instead I said, smiling sweetly, "Who am I going to tell?" "You need to know she came from a very strict upbringing and although at first she was timid and insecure, once she opened up..." he explained, his face spreading into a wide grin. I teased, "Both literally and figuratively." He laughed, "I suppose so. Anyway, she really loved it doggy style and for such a reserved girl, she could get pretty vocal. But the best thing was, she was a gymnast in high school and although she is tiny, just over five feet, she is very flexible. Nothing was better than watching her facial expressions, the quiver of her lips and hearing her loud moans as her heels were behind her head. Yet...." He paused and I probed deeper, even though I already knew what he was going to say, she was obviously a prototype of a woman torn between the intense pleasure sex brings when she lets go and the shame that comes from not being in control. "Yet, what?" "Yet as soon as she, um," he struggled for the right words to say in front of a colleague. "After she came," I finished for him. "Yeah, after she came," he agreed, "she would feel dirty and guilty and then we wouldn't get that intimate again for a long time, usually only with a reasonable amount of wine." "Wine will loosen up moral values," I smiled, finishing the glass of wine I was drinking. "It sure did with Lynne," he nodded, before adding, "but now she won't have more than one glass of wine and even that is rare." "Is she coming to the Christmas party this weekend?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "We actually got the grandparents to watch the kids for the night, so we can host the party as you suggested." "Delicious," I smiled, my devious mind seeing the stars lining up for a seduction of my boss's beautiful wife. "What does she do for a living?" "She doesn't have a job. You know I have started three of these IT businesses and they have left me financially very secure," he said. "Of course," I nodded, assuming just that. "What does she do all day?" "She works out almost every day, does a lot of charity work, is chair of our children's PTA and really enjoys shopping," he finished, chuckling. "But she doesn't have time for sex?" I asked, setting up my next statement. "It seems not," he sighed. "Well, maybe your wife is switching to my side," I smiled, already making plans for changing my teasing into reality. He laughed, "She is way too conservative for such a thing. Her ancestors would be spinning in their graves all the way back to Plymouth Rock." "I have been told that before," I smiled, thinking of the many older women I have seduced and turned in my life. "She would never," he said, finishing his drink. "Never say never, isn't that what James Bond says?" I teased, me being an American in London. He laughed, "He also has a license to kill." "I have a license to thrill," I teased, already planning my seduction of his hot MILF wife. ..... Five days later, it was the staff Christmas party and at my suggestion (before the seduction plan was thought up) Dave had made it a classy gathering at his house. It would start with a cocktail party, followed by a five course meal, before a dance. Wanting to look completely irresistible, even for a straight woman like Lynne, I dressed in an elegant red dress, beige thigh highs (for easier access later in the evening if my plans went well), and four inch red heels. I arrived early, to assist with any last minute items and was greeted by Lynne who was dressed elegantly. For a forty-seven year old woman, Lynne was in amazing shape. She was so tiny, just over five feet and not even a hundred pounds and yet her gorgeous blue cocktail dress and matching three inch heels greatly accentuated her small perky breasts and slim figure. I towered over her at five foot ten and over six feet in my heels; my 38D breasts were each almost as big as her head. I greeted, "Lynne you look absolutely stunning." Her face flushed, "As do you, as always Stephanie." "Why thank you, and it is just Steph," I smiled, squeezing her shoulder, the first of many innocent touches meant to set her up. "How do you stay so slim?" "Swimming and running," she replied, not moving away from my touch. "Well, it is paying off. Maybe I should start working out too," I said, myself in good shape, at 140 pounds. "I wish I had a body like yours?" Lynne said. "And I wish I had a body like yours," I countered, building her trust. "I wish I had bigger breasts," she admitted. "I wish mine were smaller," I said, cupping my breasts, I added, "These are a burden to carry around all day." "I suppose," she said, her eyes lingering a little longer than socially proper. I joked, "Maybe we should body swap one day." "I wish," she laughed. "Is there anything left to do?" I asked. "I don't think so," she said. "Well then, let's have a glass of wine," I suggested. "Okay," she agreed, the first step of my seduction plan fell in motion. "Actually, what about some egg nog and rum," I suggested. "That's rather festive," she agreed. The next twenty minutes we talked about life. I asked her lots of questions, made lots of innocent, yet meaningful, physical contacts. I squeezed her hand, her arm and even her thigh once as I continued to build the intimacy needed to make her trust me when the time came to make my move. Dave joined us for a drink too and after a little arm twisting by me, Lynne had a second drink also. Guests started to arrive and the next hour I socialized while visiting other people at the party. Seeing that Lynne no longer had a drink in hand, I got her another and handed it to her. I whispered in her ear jokingly, "I am going to get you drunk tonight and have you switch teams." Her face went bright red but she took the drink and then asked timidly, "Are you really a lesbian?" I shrugged."Oh I have had a few men and probably will have a few more," I answered, my hand going to hers, my fingers gently tracing her fingers, "but I have found that only a woman knows how to truly please another woman." I squeezed her hand and left her alone, allowing my words to marinate in her slightly intoxicated mind. She'd get more relaxed, feeling the lingering pressure withdrawn and maybe letting down her defenses. After cocktails we had dinner and I again left her be...knowing the more aloof I played the more curious she would become. All women are curious; they just need the right woman, the right moment to cross that line. Tonight I was the right woman, and tonight was the right time. After dinner, while we were waiting for dessert to arrive, I sat beside Lynne and handed her another drink and she joked, "You really are trying to get me drunk aren't you?" "Moi?" I asked innocently. She laughed, "We are in England not France and yes vous." I laughed back, "And yes I really am trying to get you to try out for my team. There is always an opening." Her face went as red as a face can possible go and I was about to move the seduction along when Dave returned to take his seat, the one I was currently sitting in. "Enjoying the party, Steph?" "What is the English word for this?" I asked, faking an English accent, "It is delightful." "I don't think it quite qualifies as a bacchanalia. What do you think, my dear?" Dave asked, turning to his red-faced wife. "I agree with Steph, it has been delightful so far," she answered before adding, "And dinner was delicious." "Wait until you get dessert," I quipped, the innuendo obvious to her, but not to her husband. There was a look of shock and excitement in her eyes, a conflicting mixture of emotions that I would use to finish her seduction soon. "What's for dessert?" Dave asked. "Oh something super yummy," I quipped, my eyes never leaving Lynne. "I hope so," Dave said. "I hope it is something sweet." "Oh it is the sweetest thing you will ever taste," I continued, adding layer after layer of naughty implication upon the red-faced beauty. "I can't wait," Dave said. Standing up, I broke eye contact with the dazed Lynne and said, "Well I will leave you two love birds alone." I left, allowing my less than subtle innuendo to linger in Lynne's head while she ate a desert that would be a constant reminder of me. Eventually the dance started, after a few toasts and speeches were made, and I pulled out some mistletoe I had brought for this occasion and sauntered over to Lynne. "I already have a drink," she smiled as I approached. "Good girl," I smiled, continuing to build her up, the mistletoe behind my back. "Although that wasn't what I had for you this time." "W-w-what do you have for me this time?" She giggled, like a young teen girl anticipating someone making a move on her. It was so adorable how drawn into my world she already was. I pulled my hand from behind my back, lifted it above her head and said, "Time for a kiss." "H-h-here?" She stuttered, instantly nervous. "It's just a kiss, my dear," I smiled, continuing my soft approach with her. "O-o-okay," she struggled to say. "Kiss me," I ordered, wanting her to make the first move. She looked around, no one was really looking our way so she nervously leaned in and kissed my lips. It was less than a second but she had made the first move. I smiled, "That wasn't so bad now was it?" "No," she answered, although I could tell she was still processing her feelings over the kiss. Confident she was already caught in my seduction net, I handed her the mistletoe and said, "If you want to kiss me again just use this." I turned and walked away, again leaving her questioning her sexuality and her undeniable attraction to me. The next twenty minutes or so I didn't see Lynne. When I did, she was across the room looking at me. Her eyes went big with the I-just-got-caught-checking-you-out-and-I-am-embarrassed-by-it look and she looked away. I noticed in her left hand she still was holding the mistletoe. I had just finished visiting with Janice, a very nice co-worker and as I was going to get another drink, I saw Lynne sheepishly walking towards me. Reaching me, her hand trembling, she lifted the mistletoe above us. I grabbed her hand and led her to a secluded hallway. Not surprisingly, she followed. "Lift it above us, my dear," I said, making her do it again. She did and I pulled her in and kissed her. It was soft, passionate and intense. It was the kind of kiss that always leads to fireworks, and future fun. Breaking the kiss, her arm still in the air, I smiled, "You want more my dear?" She stammered, "W-w-what? I, um, I need to go." She quickly scurried away. It was obvious she enjoyed the kiss, was likely wet in her panties from it, but was now embarrassed that she liked it, wanted more, yet felt guilty for enjoying it. I waited a moment before rejoining the party. A few minutes later, I grabbed a candy cane from the tree and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, unwrapped the candy cane, and slid it in my pussy. I fucked myself briefly, long enough to get the majority of the cane wet with my cunt juice. Pulling it out, I returned to the party and found Lynne talking with Beth, the wife of our company's assistant manager. I grabbed two more candy canes, unwrapped them, popped one into my mouth, and went to join them. Reaching them, I handed one to each women, the wet one with my cunt juice to Lynne, and said, "Join me for a holiday treat." They laughed taking the candy canes and both putting them in their mouths. Lynne's eyes went big after a couple of seconds as the unique taste of candy cane cunt hit her taste buds. Beth, who was clearly drunk herself, quipped, "It's been a while since I had a cane in my mouth." "How about you, Lynne, are you enjoying having a cane in your mouth?" I asked. Lynne stammered again, "Y-y-yes, it is very delicious." "Well, there is much, much more where that came from," I promised, as I watched Lynne continue to suck the cum coated candy cane. Again, I left her confused and wanting, confident her inevitable fall would be coming very soon. Another twenty minutes passed, the lights turned down making the room quite dark, I saw Lynne was sitting at a table snacking on chips. I grabbed another candy cane, two more drinks and sauntered over to her. Joining her, I handed her a glass and I could see a slight glow on her face. She smiled, "You're getting me drunk." "I heard that it is a good way to loosen the inhibitions of beautiful, shy women," I countered, my hand going under the table to her leg. She trembled as she agreed, "It definitely does that." I handed her the candy cane and said, "I think you owe me a special candy cane treat." "I don't understand," she said. My hand went under her dress and directly to her wet pantyhose clad crotch, "I think you do understand." "Y-y-you want me to put the candy cane in my vagina?" She asked, eyes wide. "No, no, no," I said, my finger tracing her pussy lips through her pantyhose and panties. "Oh God," she said, relieved, obvious she would obey me and thankful I hadn't asked her to do such a task. I leaned forward, my hot breath on her ear and neck, "I want you to fuck your pussy, your cunt, with it, my pet." "Oh my," she trembled, my finger just barely touching her cunt. "Rip your pantyhose crotch open, my pet," I ordered, putting just a little more pressure on her cunt. "R-r-really?" She asked, like a little girl. "Yes, my pet," I purred, my tongue flicking her ear. "O-o-okay," she agreed, her trembling hands going under the table. I moved my hand away and watched her obey my order with nervous eagerness. She struggled, but eventually I heard the tear. "Good girl," I complimented. "Unwrap the candy cane, my pet." Again she obeyed. "Hand it to me, my pet," I ordered softly. Again, she obeyed, completely in my seductive trance. I returned my hand between her legs and tugged her panties to the side. My finger brushed her clit and her body twitched and she let out a moan. I whispered, "Oh, this is just the beginning of those moans, my pet." "N-n-not here," she pleaded. Ignoring her pleas, I slid the candy cane into her cunt. "Ooooooh God," she gasped, as the long thin candy cane slid in her. I slowly pumped the candy cane in and out of her cunt without saying a word. A couple of male co-workers joined us a minute later to grab a quick snack. Lynne's eyes again went big, her cheeks red and her body trembling. Max, a chubby analyst, said, "Having a good time ladies?" "It is almost orgasmic," I quipped, Max and I having a strange sexual joke filled relationship. "Apparently you are having even a better time than me," he laughed, finishing his drink, before adding, "And I am having a good time." "Are you enjoying yourself, Lynne?" I asked, as I continued to slyly fuck her pussy with the candy cane. Lynne answered, "It has been a revelation." Danny asked, "How so?" "Um, I'm just, um, getting to know Dave's employees betteeeer," Lynne answered, unable to hold back a moan in her reply. Max gave a look, but said, "Well, I need another drink." Danny joked, "Actually Sandra needs another drink if she is going to lower her standards tonight." "Fuck you," Max shot back. "No, no, fuck Sandra," I added. "Touché," Max nodded as the two guys left. Lynne said, clearly humiliated, "That was so embarrassing." "I don't think they knew you were getting fucked during the conversation," I replied, enjoying my power over her. "Oh God, oh God," she said, mortified, yet not making any attempt to move my hand from her cunt. I saw the opportunity too good to ignore, as I pulled the candy cane out of her cunt and put it directly into my mouth, "Are you ready to say those words in private, my pet?" She looked at me with a mixture of shock, trepidation and lust, but was speechless. "Hmmmmm, this is delicious. I bet it would taste even better directly from the source," I teased. "We shouldn't do this," she said. "But we are going to, aren't we?" I asked, my hand going under the table again and directly to her very wet pussy. "Oh God please," she moaned, my touch having the exact impact I expected it would. "Oh God, ask me to crawl under the table and eat that sweet cunt of yours," I purred, teasing her clit. "Oh Steph," she struggled to say. "Please stop." "It's now or never," I smiled. She looked around as if everyone was watching us and knew she was being pleasured under the table. Finally, she said, "Meet me in the last room on the right upstairs." "You sure?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "God, yes," she moaned as my finger parted her wet pussy lips and wiggled around just a little bit. "You understand I'm going to give you pleasure unlike any you have ever experienced," I promised. "Oh my," she moaned at my promise and my finger sliding inside her cunt. "And you will be a good obedient girl," I added, my finger just lingering inside her. "I, um, I," she stammered, overwhelmed by my words and touch. "I expect you upstairs in five minutes, on your knees in the room you already mentioned, is that clear?" I asked, tapping once on her g-spot. "Aaaaaaaah," she moaned, much louder than she meant to. "Is that a yes," I asked...tapping her g-spot three times in rapid succession. "Yes, yes, yeeeees," she moaned, biting her lip to avoid making noises that would draw unwanted attention. "Yes what?" I asked, wanting her to give into me completely. "Yes, I'll be a good girl," she barely got out. I slipped my finger out of her fevered cunt and put it to my mouth. "Hmmmmmm, very yummy." I stood up and said, "Five minutes, on your knees, ready to obey." Mistletoe, Candy Canes, and a Lesbian She just nodded as I walked away, smiling wide at the thought of another seduction ready for completion. I watched her get up, wobble a bit, a mixture of being tipsy and weak from my touch, before she headed up the stairway. She avoided eye contact with others and slyly made her way up the stairs and down a hallway and assumedly to the room in which we were to rendezvous in a few minutes. I waited a few minutes, got us two more glasses of spiked eggnog, and made my way up the stairs and to my next conquest. Reaching the door, I opened it and saw Lynne on her knees, her head down, her body trembling ever so lightly, just as I expected she would. I quickly closed the door and locked it. I coyly asked, "Are you ready to switch sides?" Lynne looked up with a look of lust that was undeniable. She answered in a whisper, "Yes." I put the drinks on a night table and asked, "Is this the guest room?" "Yes," she answered, her eyes following me as I walked past her. I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Crawl to me, my pet." So drawn into my seduction, Lynne didn't hesitate, didn't break eye contact, as she lowered herself onto all fours and crawled the few feet to where I sat. "Take off my heels," I ordered. She obeyed, positioning herself back onto her knees. My heels off, I said, "Kiss my feet." She lowered herself to the ground and again without hesitation, she kissed my stocking-clad feet. I smiled as I replayed Dave's conversation and adamant view that Lynne wouldn't be interested in such submission, "Are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes," she again whispered, looking up at me from her submissive position. "What are you hungry for?" I asked. "You," she answered. "What particularly about me are you hungry for?" I asked. "I want...to...to l-l-lick your cunt," she stammered, saying such words obviously difficult for her. "You want to eat my cunt," I asked, standing up, unzipping my dress and allowing it to drop to the floor, revealing my thigh high stockings and lack of panties. "Yes," she admitted, staring between my legs at my shaved cunt. "Go ahead, my pet," I purred, "taste your Mistress." Her eyes went big at the word 'Mistress', yet she leaned forward and began licking my cunt. Watching a straight woman become less straight is always the biggest turn on; their nervous trepidation; their shy exploring of my cunt. Then when the taste of my pussy reaches their taste buds, it was like a revelation (a why wasn't I doing this long ago) and then their slow tentative exploration becomes a concentrated, yearning hunger to taste more and more. I moaned, "That's good, my pet. Tell me how much you love eating my cunt." "I love it," she said, like most newbies do, continuing to lick like a person lost in the desert finding water. Her thirst could not be completely quenched so she kept licking and licking wanting to satisfy her growingly uncontrollable thirst. "What do you love?" I asked, loving to watch the complete submission of a straight woman giving in completely to their insatiable lust. "Your cunt," she answered, her brain on sexual cruise control, "I love the taste of your cunt." Hearing the prim and proper woman use such words only enhanced the hotness of the scene. Not surprisingly, being tipsy myself, mixed with holding back all night during my seduction of the beautiful MILF, I was pretty horny myself. Although her style was almost non-existent, she made up for it through sheer eagerness. As she licked and licked, my orgasm began building and I knew it wasn't going be long before I came all over Lynne's pretty face. "You ready for your Mistress's cum?" I moaned. The question was irrelevant, it was happening either way. She quickly answered, referring to me properly like a good submissive, "Yes, Mistress." Smiling, I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her deeper into my wetness. She understood my intent and began licking with more hunger and eagerness, quickly increasing my fevered pitch until I was unable to hold back any longer, and, being a squirter, flooded my new pet's face. She licked and licked seemingly loving my sweet perfection. I rubbed my pussy all over her face, her absolute submission the ultimate turn-on. Eventually, I let go of her head, once my orgasm began to wane. I looked down at her and smiled, her face covered in my pussy juice, a make-up mess of lesbian submission. "Does my new pet need to come?" I asked. "Yes, Mistress, soooo badly," she admitted, her propriety long gone. "Bend over the bed, my slut," I ordered, as I stood up. "Yes, Mistress," she eagerly agreed, getting off her knees and obeying my command. I moved behind her, pulled up her dress, ripped her pantyhose apart more and asked, "What does my pet want done to her?" "Oh please, lick your slut's cunt, Mistress," she begged and moaned, as my fingers traced her very wet pussy lips. "You understand I expect you to obey me from now on and not just tonight," I clarified, as I lowered myself behind her pantyhose clad ass. "Yes, Mistress, I am yooooours," she agreed and moaned as my tongue gave one flick of her very wet pussy lips. "Good girl," I purred, as I began lapping her wetness. Although I was a seductress and love to be in control, I also loved to lick pussy. I loved the power I have with my tongue, deciding when my pet would come and to be rewarded with her sweetness. Not surprisingly, her moans escalated in a few seconds. "Oh yes, Mistress, lick my burning cunt," she moaned, as I recalled Dave saying she used to get quite animated when she got horny. I slid two fingers in her cunt and began pumping her cunt furiously while sucking her clit between my lips. "Oh, Mother fuckeeeeeer, fuck, fuck," Lynne screamed, her focus of keeping quiet gone as I pushed her to the brink of euphoria. "Fuck my cunt, suck my clit, make your sluuuuuutty, peeeeeeeeet come." I obliged, loving watching a straight woman give in to her unconditional lust. I found her g-spot again and tapped it like a drum. Seconds later, I was covered with cum as she screamed, "Yeeeees, Miiiiistress, I'm comiiiiing." She continued screaming throughout her orgasm unlike any other women I had ever got off, apparently a year plus of no real sex cumulating in her most intense orgasm ever. "Oh thank yoooou, yes, god, yes, Mistress, so good, god, fuck, cum, more, aaaaah," Lynne babbled, with an incoherence so sexy and amusing. I didn't stop tapping on her g-spot, teasing her clit, or licking up her cum as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. Surprisingly, she begged, a couple of minutes later, "More Mistress." I again obliged, continuing the ruthless multiple attack on her cunt as her first orgasm ended and a second one came a couple of minutes later, my face covered in more cum, another first in my many sexual conquests. "Shiiiit, I'm comiiiing again," Lynne whimpered, her voice implying she was exhausted and yet her body was not yet done with the pleasure it was experiencing. Finally, I slipped my finger out of her cunt, pulled her up, turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me both dazed and longingly as I leaned in and kissed her. She returned the kiss as we explored each other's mouths. Breaking the kiss a couple of minutes later, I looked down at her and asked, "So did you like your Christmas present?" She laughed weakly, "It was the best present ever." "Oh wait till I fuck you with my strap-on, or double ended dido, or take that sweet ass of yours," I listed, already envisioning all I planned to do with her. Somehow there was something different about this seduction. Usually once a conquest was done, I was already getting dressed and walking out the door, yet this time I was imagining all we could do together. "I can't wait," she weakly said, her whole body obviously completely exhausted from the sexual submission. "We should probably return to the party," I suggested. "I suppose so," she sighed. "Of course, your face looks like you just ate cunt," I pointed out. "As does yours," she countered with a smile. "Well let's wear each other's cum on our faces as we return to the party," I suggested. "As you command, Mistress?" Lynne agreed, still drawn into me even after her sexual urges had been fulfilled. "Let's go," I said, pulling her up and kissing her again. When I broke the kiss, she looked in my eyes and whispered, "Thank you." "You're welcome, my pet," I smiled. We returned to the party, both our faces hinting at our naughty indiscretions, yet no one thought more than two drunk women at a Christmas gathering. That said, I couldn't resist letting Dave know what we had done. I whispered to Lynne, "Let's go see how your hubby is doing?" "Sure," she agreed, showing no trepidation in what may occur. Reaching Dave, I greeted, "I think this party was a success," although my definition of success was much different than his. "Indeed," he agreed perusing the room. Lynne, suddenly verbal, added, wanting me to know it seemed she enjoyed her submission and wasn't embarrassed by it, "Yes, this has easily been the most fun I have had in years, maybe ever." "Really?" Dave asked. "I haven't seen you much all night." I smiled, "Don't worry, Dave, I have taken very good care of her." Dave took a moment before he began to put two and two together; as he looked back and forth at our two messed up faces and disheveled hair. Lynne added, ending any uncertainty in Dave's assumption, "Yes, Mistress Steph showed me a whole new world," before leaning in and whispering something to him. Dave's eyes went wide and he looked at me with a mixture of stunned shock and nervousness. Lynne ordered, as she moved back to me, "What do you have to say?" "How may I serve you, Mistress?" Dave asked, his eyes looking away from me. I smiled to myself impressed at just how whipped Lynne had Dave, although I guess that made sense if she could refuse sex with him for a year. Instead I turned to Lynne and said, "I think we are going to have a lot of fun together." Lynne smiled back, "I wasn't kidding, Mistress, I will obey you without hesitation. As will Dave." "Delicious," I smiled, never having had a cuckold to play with. "Why don't we let Dave here continue to play host, while you come back to my place so I can take that ass of yours you promised me?" Lynne said, "Dave I'm going to Mistress Steph's to get ass fucked is that understood?" "Yes, dear," he said, clearly still in shock of what had just transpired, even though he had a tent in his pants. I squeezed his cock slyly, "Does me making your wife a lesbian turn you on?" "Yes," he whispered. "What about me fucking your ass with my strap-on?" I questioned, rubbing his cock through his pants. "Shiiiit, yes," he grunted and came in his pants, a stain forming in his brown trousers. I laughed, "No wonder you haven't fucked him in over a year." She sighed, "Go clean yourself up." "Yes, dear," he sheepishly said and headed up the stairs. "So, ready to get that ass of yours trained?" I asked with a smile. "I'm ready for everything as long as it is with you," she said, leaning in and kissing me. The kiss lasted a while, long enough for others to see the boss's wife making out with a female employee. "Others are watching," I whispered. "I don't fucking care, they might need to know where the power really is," she said, kissing me again, her tongue slipping in my mouth. Grabbing her hand, I led her out of the room, eyes following us out of the house, and to my car. As I drove away, I couldn't help but sense a feeling I had never felt before, it was a warmth inside that made me giddy. Could I be falling in love with Lynne? As if reading my mind, Lynne said, "I know this sounds weird, and I am a bit drunk, but not drunk enough to not know what I am doing or saying, but I, um, I...." She paused, a tear forming in her eye, "I think I am in love with you." I smiled, my strange internal feelings sensing the same thing. "I think I may be falling in love with you too." The End