23 comments/ 18409 views/ 8 favorites Wynter of Contentment By: LunaEroticaMystica This is my entry for the Winter Holiday Contest. Please feel free to read, vote, and/or comment. Thank you and Enjoy! * Brynn was sitting with her feet up on the couch. Her golden retriever sat at her feet, the cat lay on the back of the couch, and a mug of hot cocoa in her hand. She gazed out the window at the snow falling softly to the ground, covering it in a blanket of white. The dog suddenly got up and trotted down the hall. She sipped the cocoa, glanced at the clock on the wall in the adjoining kitchen, and looked up at the soft voiced "Mommy." Her young son, Trevor, was standing in front of her, rubbing his eyes. "Good morning, Trev." She said, as she ruffled his curly hair. "Is it Christmas yet?" His voice asked, hopeful. She smiled at him warmly. "Not yet, a few more days. But, guess what?" He hunched his small shoulders and sighed. "What?" "It's snowing!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and swinging him in the air. "It's snowing? For real. Mom you aren't fooling, are you?" He squirmed in her arms until she released him, and he ran down the hall whooping loudly, not waiting for her answer. The dog trotted after her boy. Brynn headed for the laundry room to put her snow gear on, which was likely what her son was doing, as well. She had just bought new ski pants that weekend for herself and a new winter coat for her son. Mice had made a cozy home out of their old winter wear, where it was stored in her shed. She tucked her blonde hair up into the alpaca fur trapper-hat, courtesy of her own small herd. Trevor came out wearing his blue winter coat and super hero hat and one glove. He looked ready for playing and sledding. "Mom, do you think the 'pacas are OK in the snow?" He was obviously concerned for his fleece-y friends. "I'm sure they are just fine. But we'll check on them and give them some extra hay." She looked at him. "Trevor, where are your gloves?" She questioned. "I could only find one of them." He looked down at the ground. "The other one has to be around here. You should see if Gloria has it stuffed in her mouth behind her toy. You know how she's notorious for that." "Note-or-iousaurus? Is that a type of dinosaur?" He asked her. She giggled. "Notorious, it means "known." Gloria is known for hiding things in her mouth." She replied. "Oh, good idea Mom. She was sniffing around in my room, just before." The dog came bounding over to them, tail wagging. Trevor grabbed a hold of the toy in her mouth. "Drop it." He pointed to the floor. "Gloria drop the toy. Give me back my glove." The dog obeyed the boy, which was more than the woman could say for her. "Nice, dog drool. Thanks a lot Glory!" Trevor wrinkled his nose up as he swung the glove around, hitting his mother in the face with the drool. "You had to share, didn't you?" They laughed together, as Brynn slipped the semi-wet glove onto his hand. "There, all set now." She looked down at their feet and then at her son's hazel eyes. "Boots" They said together. "Please tell me you know where your boots are." "I know where my boots are, maybe." He gave her an impish grin. She swatted his backside and he hurried into the laundry room, tearing through laundry baskets, still brimming with clean clothes. "Found 'em." He hollered out to his Mom who was standing behind him. She was slipping on her own boots. They headed outside. The yard looked like a winter wonderland. To Brynn, the untouched snow had an almost poetic quality. The earth was white and pristine. The word pure, came to her mind, the land sparkling in the morning sunlight. The snow covered trees bowed down with the weight of the snow and ice and looked like a haven to her. It reminded her of childhood, when life had been carefree. She would run out, make the first snow angel of the day, and then huddle beneath the snowy trees, just dreaming. To her eight-year-old boy, it had the quality of begging to be claimed. She chuckled, watching Trevor launch himself face first into a snow drift. He struggled to get himself upright and grinned at her. "OK, now we can go feed the animals." He announced. She shook her head at him and they headed for the paddock, where her six Huacaya alpacas were kept. They looked a bit like llamas and rightly so, as they are cousins to each other. But rarely spit (except during mating). They truly were pack animals and followed the alpha female, their heads swiveling on their long necks, watching. They came rushing over to greet the pair. Their fur was curly and soft and resembled teddy-bears, in a variety of colors: brown, tan, cream, black, even a brown and white one. They were gentle creatures, affectionate, easy to care for, and sweet. Not intimidated by children and not intimidating to children. While they had hooves, they were fur-lined, which made them light on their feet and no chance to be stomped upon, like with a horse. Brynn purchased them as a unique experience for her son and her, to raise them and care for them. But, she could make a lucrative breeding business out of it, one day if she wished. For now, they were part of the family. Trevor unlatched the lock on the gate and waded in the snow towards them, as Brynn waded over to the storage shed for the hay. She had grabbed her shovel on the way to the pasture and got to work shoveling the snow away from the door. Once cleared, she reached in to tug off a cake from the large bale of hay. She handed the cake to her son. Trevor waded over to the run-in shed and tossed it inside. The youngest of the alpaca, "Opty" trotted up to him and butted him with its head, arching it's neck to be pet. Trevor obliged him and stroked the soft, cuddly fur. He was rewarded with a nibble on his coat. He scolded the alpaca, telling him no bite, checked each of the six, giving them each a quick pet, before returning to his mom. "Did they have enough water?" She asked, latching the gate behind him. "Yup. They're good. OK, let's play!" Trevor shouted. Brynn turned into a snowball in her face. "Oh, you're going to pay for that, buster." She shouted, as Trevor leaped away from her. "I'm going to get you!" She threatened, as she plodded through the snow after him. She caught him, with a gleam in her eye and grabbed for him. He tripped and landed back in the snow. She attacked and he shouted and kicked. They were both breathless. "Let's make snow angels, Trevor." "Snow angels are for girls!" He stuck his tongue out. "They are not. Your father and I used to make snow angels all of the time." It was out before she could take the words back. She was so caught up in the moment, she didn't realize what she was saying. She sighed heavily. "He did?" The boy asked her, wide-eyed. He thrust out his arms and legs, spread-eagle, and scissored them together. She looked down on him and saw shades of the boy who had stolen her heart. She gulped back a sob and plopped down beside her son to mimic his actions. She carefully stood up and pulled Trevor up too. He jumped over the snow angels, so they didn't get messed up. "Let's make a snow man." That put the uncomfortable, where is my father, discussion to rest. Trevor knew the story, it didn't need telling again, in Brynn's mind. It was painful enough to have been so young, fallen so deeply in love, discovered a baby growing within her, and the boy she loved walk out of her life, before the baby was even born. Sometimes she had tragic romantic notions that they were happy and he loved her enough to stick around, for herself and for the baby...and something tragic happened. She knew it was wrong to think that, but it sometimes felt better that way. "You get the head, I'll work on the middle. Then when we finish, we'll roll the bottom together." She instructed Trevor. Trevor picked up a handful of snow and began shaping it, adding snow as he went. Brynn did the same. "Trevor it seems that you might get your Christmas wish after all." "Which one?" He asked her, pausing in his shaping. "A White Christmas. I haven't had a White Christmas since I was little girl myself. It would be really awesome if we did have one." She considered it, excited at the possibility, herself. "Although, if we do have a White Christmas, that might make it hard to get to Grandma and Grandpa's house for Christmas dinner. Well, we'll just have to see." She completed the middle of the snow man. "So, I think we did this opposite. We probably should have made the base first. Set the head down and come over here." They both knelt in the snow and gathered it between their hands. Then, together they started rolling it into a huge snowball. It grew, and grew, and grew until they had a decent sized bottom. "Let's roll it over to stand in front of the Blue Spruce tree. That way when I turn the Christmas lights on, they will glow on it." "Mom, do you have an "old silk hat" we can put on his head?" Trevor asked, touching his thumb to his fingertips, to frame the snow man. "He looks a little lop-sided." Trevor started singing "Frosty the Snowman." She joined in. "I don't have a silk hat, but I do have a cowboy hat inside. Would that work?" She asked, looking at the snow man too. "Hmm, come help me. I'm going to hold this side of the snow man. I want you to go around and shove at him with all your might. He won't topple, cause I'll be supporting him. OK? 1-2-3." Trevor pushed and pushed, until she told him to stop. They stepped back. "Perfect!" He said, high-five-ing her. "I'll run in and get the hat. You sit on the step and wait for me." She walked through the snow to the door and turned around. "Mom, I'm not a baby." He was rolling his eyes. "I want to look for some sticks. Make sure you grab a carrot and maybe something for his mouth." "I'm not suggesting you are a baby. The snow is deep and I want you to be careful." She frowned at him. Her ice blue eyes gave him "the look." "Please, I'll be just a minute." "OK fine." He sighed and sat on the step, as she ran inside. As she tore through her closet looking for the cowboy hat, she reflected. Trevor was such a bright boy and very curious. She was so lucky to have him in her life. It hadn't always been easy. She was only eighteen when she had him. She was lucky to have her family's support, after the initial shock wore down. Her father and brother were wonderful male role models for her son and so she knew he would be fine in that area. But, he had begun asking more questions about his father and she had to be careful how much she told him. She didn't want to lie to him, but she didn't want to disappoint him either. She had tried contacting him a few times in the last eight years, with no luck, or a cold shoulder. He was a CEO of a company and had no time or patience for his youthful mistakes (both Brynn and Trevor). He had gladly signed over any rights to the baby. Brynn felt secure in at least knowing her son was hers completely. There were no ugly custody battles and unfortunately, no child support either. She had gone to Vet. Tech. School and became a veterinarian technician. She still dreamed of going back and completing her veterinarian certification, one day. She knew it would happen, this just wasn't the right time, yet. She had no success finding the cowboy hat, but did find her son's Optimus Prime mask. Trevor would be excited about that, she knew. She took a piece of red yarn from her basket. A basket that sat waiting for her to learn how to crochet. She grabbed a carrot and some M&M's on her way out, popping a few into her mouth, as she opened the door. Trevor was not where she had left him, but was placing two very long sticks into the snow man's arm sockets, smiling sheepishly at her. He had also found a couple of acorns and was placing them on the front of the snow man, for buttons. "I couldn't wait any longer, sorry." He said. When he saw the Transformers mask, his excitement overshadowed the retort that she had prepared to use on him and the minor scolding. "Prime!" He exclaimed. "I couldn't find the cowboy hat." Brynn explained. "This is much better!" Trevor beamed at his mother. She hoisted him up on her knee so that he could place the mask over the snow man's head. It just barely fit. The snow man stood at about 6 ft.3 in. tall, about a foot taller than her. The phone was ringing from inside the house. "I'll get it." Trevor volunteered, when she set him back on his feet. "OK." She replied, surveying their work. "Mom, can I go sledding with Tom's family? Pleaaase?" Trevor begged from the kitchen porch, even giving her puppy dog eyes. Tom was two years older than Trevor and also their neighbor. His parents, Sarah and Luke, were good friends of Brynn's. She was feeling a little emotional and knew a nap would do wonders for her. She didn't want Trevor to notice or be affected by her mood. She was trying her best to get into the holiday spirit for him. "How will you get there?" She questioned. "Luke is going to drive the snow mobile over and pick me up." Trevor wore a serious look on his face. "Absolutely not! You may go over, but no snow mobile for you." Her voice rose. "Haha, fooled you. Mom, I was kidding. He's going to drive over in his truck. He has chains on the wheels. It's safe. He said we aren't driving far, just down to the look out." Trevor supplied more information. Brynn sighed. "Is Sarah going too?" Luke wasn't always the most responsible parent on the block, although he was certainly the most fun. She knew that Sarah grounded her husband and kept his ofttimes immaturity in check. If Sarah was going to be there, she'd feel better. "Yup! She's bringing a tube." He raced back into the house to get ready. "Trev, wait we have to finish the snow man." She yelled to him. "You can finish him." He called back. She shook her head, lifted the mask up onto the ball of snow that was his head, and placed two of the green M&M's for his eyes, stuck the carrot in for a nose, and tried to put the red yarn up for his mouth. The yarn fell to the ground. She'd deal with the mouth issue later, she decided, as she heard the rumble of Luke's truck coming up the driveway. "Brynn, sweetie, how are you?" The ever amiable Luke asked her, with a cheeky grin. "I'll be much better once my son comes back to me, in one-piece." She gave him her infamous "look." Trevor tried to duck away. "What?" Luke held his hands up in surrender. "I'm a responsible adult." She glared at him. "Seriously, relax." Just then, Sarah stepped off the truck and came over, with Tom. She patted Brynn's back. "He's responsible when he needs to be." She amended, jumping in to save her husband. "Right honey?" "You got it." He grinned and ruffled the smaller boy's hair. "When I have to be. Now let's go sledding!" He yelled to the two boys. Brynn gave her son a hug, made her neighbor's promise to keep him safe, and said a quick prayer to the angels to do the same. She turned her back, wincing at the screech of tires and went back into her warm house. *** After discarding her outwear, Brynn walked into her bedroom to find something comfortable to wear. She chose a fleece pajama set. It had a powder blue background and was decorated in little snow men, interspersed with snow flakes. She slipped on her alpaca slippers her parents had gifted her with last Christmas, and grabbed her feather pillow off her waterbed. She padded back into the living room, where she flopped down on the couch, reaching for her mug of cocoa, which she had replenished when she was searching for snow-man features. She picked up a time-travel, wintery romance novel and settled in for a nice relaxing read. After a chapter, she noticed her hands were freezing cold. She blew on them to warm them and grabbed the remote to the gas fire place off the table and pushed the on button. She smiled at the warm glow that was gathering in the stove. "Much better." She said to herself. "Only thing that could top this is a warm body to snuggle against." She sighed again, something she had been doing more and more lately, she realized. She stared out the window at the snow man. He looked awfully silly with that mask on. He looked even sillier, almost creepy without a mouth, though. She was not going to be able to rest, until she fixed his mouth. She got up, threw her coat and gloves on and went outside. "What else could I use?" She asked herself. The cup of M&M's lay beside the snow man. "Hmm...maybe." An idea struck her, picked up the cup and started separating all the red M&M's out from the rest. Once she had a handful of them, she placed them in an upward curve on the snow man's face. They were sticking! "Oh Brynn, this might just work." She patted herself on the back for her ingenuity and laughed out loud, as she gobbled up a handful of blue candies. She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned her face close to the snow man while she tried to get the bow of the lips just right. Her nose bumped the carrot nose, as she tried to reach up and bring the Optimus Prime mask back down over the face. She wasn't tall enough though and had to drag over a bucket from the side of the house to stand on. She stood, balancing herself on the small bucket, and reached up. She just about had the mask over the face, when the bucket tipped and she felt herself falling. She grabbed the snow man around the middle to balance herself, smooshing her face against the cold snow. She closed her eyes, willing the bucket not to fly out from under her. Something or someone caught her. She yiped as she felt arms tighten around her body and squeaked when she felt an extreme cold touch her lips. "What the?" She blinked her eyes open and felt soft lips slide against hers. They tasted of chocolate. She was staring into green eyes, the impossible hue of green M&M's. She gulped, as the arms that held her, slid up her back and into her hair; shoving her winter hat off her head. The lips continued to explore her lips and she held herself away. "Don't step back." Warm breath bathed her face, as he pulled away. Gone was the carrot nose, in its place resided an aquiline nose, the kind that Brynn always read about in romance novels. When she had looked up the meaning of it and learned it meant "hooked," as in a beak, she wasn't sure how attractive it would be. But, on this snowy man who held her and was moving in for another kiss, the small bump on the bridge of his nose and the slight bend looked damn sexy. She moved her arms up to encircle his neck. He wore an endearingly lop-sided smile. "I'm dreaming. I fell asleep with the book in my lap and I imagined the main character into my dream." She reasoned with herself. A soft, male chuckle followed her words. "Or, maybe I hit my head. Yes, that's it, when I was standing on the bucket, it did fall, and I fell and smashed my head on something." The green eyes sparkled and the lips moved to kiss the corner of her mouth. "A-a concussion." She stammered. "Does it really matter what or how it happened?" The tenor voice asked her. "No." She replied, weakly. "Dreamy snow man." She whispered. "Don't stop kissing." He responded by kissing her with renewed fervor. She responded by moaning and parting her lips. His cold tongue slowly entered her mouth and touched hers. She swirled her tongue with his, slipping it back out again to run it along his upper lip. "You taste like chocolate." She murmured, licking his other lip, sucking on it. "The M&M's were a tasty touch, if I do say so myself. I'm glad you listened to my mind-speak." He replied, tilting and angling her head so he could deepen the kiss. With the exception of his arms, his body was still very snow-man-ish. But slowly, as the kisses heated up, the snow began to melt. The snow man lowered Brynn's feet to the ground. She looked down, seeing herself standing in a puddle, and looked back up into his eyes. She watched as the snow slid off of his body. She half expected him to melt away, leaving only a puddle in his wake. She watched in wonder. The snow melted, and revealed a body beneath. A naked body. A little thrill ran through her and she shivered at the sight before her. Her first thought was, he must be cold; her second was; it's my mission to warm the naked snow man up; her third thought was, she wanted him. Her body tingled where she hadn't felt tingles in a long time, save from the good vibrations she occasionally gave herself with her toys, (when her son was out of the house). Wynter of Contentment "Are you real?" She asked in wonder, as she and unwound her arms from around his neck, tugged her gloves off to trail her fingers down his shoulders, slipping them across his chest, down to explore the planes of his torso. She looked down at his semi-flaccid cock and licked her lips. "Um." She whispered. "Are you cold?" She asked, as her fingers slid down to stroke the cold length of his growing erection. "Not anymore." He whispered back to her. He swooped her off her feet and into his arms. "But you look cold." He leaned in and kissed the tip of her small nose. It had begun to softly snow. He did shiver then. "Maybe I'm not as immune as I thought I'd be." He stated. The woman in his arms was breathtaking. Her blue eyes seemed sculpted of the ice he had been so recently been freed from and her golden hair felt like silk against his skin. He couldn't feel much through the thick coat she wore, but he imagined her curves would feel soft against his naked skin. Snowflakes alit on her eyelashes. He kissed her eyelids, causing her to close her eyes and rest her head on his shoulder. "Do you have a name?" She asked him, as her body jostled against his, he strode up the steps of her front porch. "You could call me Frosty." He winked at her. His hair was platinum blonde, almost white, and cropped close to his head. She wondered, briefly what he was, where he came from, and how he was able to transform from a snow man into a living, breathing man. She hadn't even put a silk hat on him, as Trevor had suggested. "How do you know things?" She asked him, opening her eyes. He tapped her head softly. "It's all up here. Brynn, what name would you give me?" They were standing in her house now. The fire had raised the temperature of the air considerably and she felt stifled in her coat. She squirmed in his arms. "Too hot." She complained. He ignored her words and had no trouble finding her bedroom. He stood in the doorway, looking the room over. His cock twitched, seeing the waterbed in the center of the room. He stalked forward and gently eased the overheated woman onto the bed. He followed and unzipped her coat, stripping it off of her. "Better?" He asked her, as she kicked her boots off and untied her scarf, throwing both onto the floor, to join the coat. She shook her head no and yanked her pajama shirt up and over her chest. The shirt landed on his head. "Oops." She giggled, as he flicked it off of himself and stared at her. She glowed. "You are radiant." He told her, as he brought her to the edge of the bed and tugged her pants off. "Wynter." She murmured, dreamily. "With a "Y". She added as an afterthought. The spelling would look sexy, she knew. "What?" He was gazing at her bare breasts, his hands hovering an inch from them. "Your name. I know it's not very original, or creative." His one cold hand cupped the right one "But, I think." His other cold hand slid up her naked left thigh. "It fits." *** "Mom! I'm ho-o-me." Trevor's voice shouted from down the hall. "Oh shit!" Brynn exclaimed. "My son is home." She grabbed for a blanket to cover herself and push Wynter away from her. "Mom, where are you?" She heard Trevor running down the hall towards her room. The door was closed and she took a deep breath, the air getting lodged in her throat. Gone was her sexy naked snow man. She was still in her coat, hat, and gloves, sweating profusely. Trevor came into the room, his hazel eyes looking concerned. He rushed forward. "Mom, what happened? You're bleeding. Are you OK?" He pointed to her head. She reached up to touch her head, it was throbbing, and she felt the warm slickness of the blood. She looked down. "I fell." She said, simply dumbfounded. "Did you have fun? Were you safe?" She got up and walked into the bathroom to get a towel to sop up the blood. She winced, when she felt the egg on her head. "Yah, it was a blast. But, Mom maybe you should sit down. You don't look like you feel good. Should I call Sarah and Luke?" Trevor didn't like how pale his mom was. "I could make you some chicken noodle soup." He suggested. "While we wait." "Oh sweetie. I'm OK, it's just a bump on the head. I'm glad you had fun." She hugged him to her. "You're such a thoughtful boy. I think right now, I'd be better off with some ice cream. How about we have some of your favorite kind?" She took the heavy coat off and they walked into the kitchen together. "Can I have sprinkles?" His eyes lit up. "Of course." She removed the carton of ice cream from the freezer and got out two bowls and spoons. "Mom, Tommy says they aren't sprinkles; they're jimmies." He frowned. "I've never heard of jimmies before." She laughed. "It depends where you are from, people call them different names. Rainbow or chocolate?" She asked, as the spoon dipped into the ice cream. "You know what? I changed my mind. I think I want M&M's instead." Trevor said. "We're out." Brynn quickly said, dropping the spoon on the ground, flustered. Trevor stared at her. "I'll just go outside. I saw some in a cup by the snow man." Before she could stop him, he was out the door, racing towards the Blue Spruce and snow man. She crossed her fingers that nothing would seem amiss to him. She watched from the doorway as he picked up the cup and came back. His face looked confused. "Mom, he looks different." "Huh?" She asked, fingers still crossed behind her back. "The "Prime" mask is gone." She blinked at him, innocently. "You found the cowboy hat?" She gently pushed past him and stepped onto the porch. Sure enough, her snow man wore the cowboy hat she had originally intended to put on him and in his stick hand was her own. "Yeah, I found the cowboy hat after you left." She hurried with an explanation. "Why is it holding your hat?" Trevor questioned. "Oh, so that's where I left it." Brynn smiled. She could tell Trevor wasn't really buying it, but he shrugged. "The snow man looks good." He said, coming back in the house. It was the night before Christmas Eve and the house barely showed it, with the exception of her collection of Annalee Christmas dolls atop the fire place mantle. They decided to have an early supper, so they could decorate the tree. She still had gift wrapping to get done and promised Trevor if he went to bed a little earlier tonight, he could watch all of "Transformers" before bed. He agreed to the deal. Brynn turned the radio on, pumping cheerful Christmas music throughout the house. Wynter watched mother and son through the window, as they trimmed their small artificial tree. The boy sorted through Christmas ornaments, as his mother stood on tiptoes, stringing lights around the tree. He could see the gentle curve of her ass and longed to grasp it in his hands and pushed her against a wall, ravishing her delectable body. He grinned at the thought. Soon, he told himself. Trevor turned his head, thinking he saw something in the window. He went over to investigate. But nothing was there. He saw a flash out by the Spruce tree and ran over to his mom. He shook her arm while she was in mid-hanging of a glass ornament. "What, Trev?" She turned her head to look at him. "Don't forget, we have to decorate the outside tree too." He reminded her. "Trevor, I'm tired. Can't we decorate it tomorrow?" She yawned. "Come on, Mom, can't we do it tonight? I worked so hard on stringing the berries and pine cones on." That past weekend, he had worked hard making the home-made, all natural ornaments for the spruce tree. It had been a tradition in her family and had carried down to the two of them, to decorate an outside tree with the animals and nature in mind. "It's my favorite part of Christmas." Trevor said, his eyes shining and hopeful. Brynn couldn't say no to that face. "OK. Do you want to finish decorating this tree tomorrow morning, then?" She asked him. "Yeah." He replied. *** After donning their winter-wear once more, they gathered up the natural ornaments and garland, and headed outside. They had used peanut butter to secure the berries and pine cones onto a long strand of hemp, and sprinkled bird seed all over the cones. "Now, you know we can't hang the lights on this tree." She started. "Yeah, we don't want to fry the birds or squirrels." He tried to hold back his laugh at that image and felt guilty; being electrocuted was serious business. "But we do have to have lights outside, somewhere, Mom." She nodded her head. "We can put lights on the front porch, how about that?" She hoped it would satisfy his need for twinkle lights. "That will look cool. Maybe we could put some lights on the snow man." "The snow man?" She hesitated, looking for an excuse. "Um. Well, he's going to melt eventually, so that probably wouldn't work too well." "Oh. Yeah." Trevor sighed. "He's going to melt. I forgot about that." His face was crestfallen. Brynn tilted his chin up to her. "Why so glum, bud?" The change in his demeanor worried her. "I like him." He said quietly. "I like him too." She wrapped an arm around him. He pulled away. "No, Mom, you don't get it. Wyn, h-he's my friend." He stammered. "I mean. Never mind." "No, what were you going to say?" She made him look at her. "It's baby stuff." He mumbled. She dropped it for now, because he seemed uncomfortable. But she would get it out of him, eventually. They hung the natural ornaments. She had brought the jar of peanut butter out so they could add more if they needed to. She opened the container and handed it to Trevor. "Here, we need more peanut butter on the pine cones. Otherwise, the seed won't stick." She instructed. Trevor slapped peanut butter on the pine cones. "Where is the bird seed?" He asked her. "In the shed." She said. "I'll go get it." At the look on his mother's face, he rushed to reassure her. "I'll be fine. You made a clear path to the shed, remember?" "OK. But don't be long. We still have to feed the alpacas before it gets too dark." Brynn started hanging the garland. "I can feed them while I'm getting the bird food." Trevor suggested, already walking away from her. She waved her hand at him, which he took as yes. She was walking the garland around in circles and bumped against the snow man. She felt a light pinch on her butt and swung around. "I'm still imagining things." She mumbled to herself. She turned back to the task and moved away from the snow man, when she felt something slide up her leg. She wobbled, as she was pulled against the snow man. His arms came around her. She squeezed her eyes shut. "You aren't real." She pushed at him. The arms held and the smile curving his lips, was anything but fake. He kissed her with such intensity, that she was gasping for air, when he finally pulled away. "Am I not?" He whispered in her ear, as his lips found her earlobe and played with it. She groaned as his hands slid under her coat and up her chest to squeeze her nipples through her shirt. She pushed her body into his touch, wanting more. She was torn between wanting him and keeping a look out for her son's return. "My son." She began. "Is a bright boy and is currently occupied feeding his Peruvian animals." His eyes twinkled. "How do you know?" She demanded. He tapped her forehead again. "Yes, yes I know. I get it, you can read my mind. But how do you know about my son?" She studied his face, looking for answers. "Trevor and are like this." He crossed his fingers, indicating that they were close. "What are you talking about? You aren't even real!" Brynn exclaimed in frustration. Her head was swimming with the sensations his fingers and lips were causing on her skin and her breasts. "UGH!" "Maybe when he's ready, he'll explain." He nibbled her exposed neck. "Gotta go." When Trevor returned with the heavy bag of bird seed, he saw his mom leaning against the snow man, her face was red and she seemed to be panting, like a dog. As if on cue, Gloria, his own dog started barking like crazy from inside the house. They had forgotten to close the storm door, so she was watching from the screened door. She was scratching at it. "Gloria wants to come out and play too." Trevor observed. He walked over to let the dog out. Gloria's tongue lolled out and she was wagging her tail like mad. She trotted over and started sniffing the snow man, like it was a pile milk bones. "What is with her?" Brynn asked, watching the peculiar behavior. Trevor laughed when the dog came over and knocked him down, licking him. "She likes him too." Trevor said, as he gave the dog a bear hug. "You keep saying that, Trevor. You know you can tell me anything right? Even secrets you may be keeping?" She knelt in front of him. "I know. I've been talking to the angels Mom." He sat in the snow. The dog put her face in his lap. Brynn sat down next to him. "You have? What have you been talking about?" She asked, curious. "Don't be mad at me. But I told them how sad you have been. I also told them how I sometimes would like to have a Dad." His words were breaking her heart. "Tom's dad is so cool! They let me do things with them a lot and it's cool of them, but..." "Yeah?" She wanted him to continue. "Do you think I can join Boy Scouts next year?" Changing the subject, nicely. "Of course you can. That's a great idea. I think Luke would be your pack leader." "Yeah. He's so awesome. Too bad he's married, right Mom?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Oh, Trevor." She hugged him close. "Let's go inside and warm up with some hot cocoa and Christmas cookies." "I think we should watch "Elf" instead of 'Transformers'." Trevor stated. "That movie will make us both laugh hysterically. Right?" "You and your big words." She put her hands out and let him help lift her up and they went inside to do just that. "Smart boy." ** After the two of them had watched "Elf "and her son was inducted into the painful, gross to females, right of passage of "spewing milk out of the nose, he took his bath and brushed his teeth. They left carrots for the reindeer and milk and cookies for Santa, then she tucked him into bed. "Mom?" She was reading 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, to him. "Yes, sweetie?" She closed the book. "Are you lonely?" Her wise-beyond-his-years, precocious boy asked her. "How can I be lonely when I have you?" She smiled at him, stroking his soft curly hair. "I mean for a boyfriend or husband." Trevor had turned serious again. "Hmm. Sometimes I am. I know that if a man is meant to come into our lives, he will at the right time. Right now, I think we're good just the two of us, don't you?" She kissed the tip of his nose. Her son yawned and shrugged his shoulders, sleepily. "I'll keep wishing." He whispered. Brynn tucked his Optimus Prime action figure under his arm and turned off the light, leaving the door open an inch. She watched Gloria sneak in and settle herself beside his bed. The dog kept vigil every night and had done so since she was a tiny puppy and Trevor was just an infant. It was a comfort to all three. With an exhausted sigh, she headed for her own room, preparing to tackle the delicate art of wrapping presents. She lay the presents out on her bed and got to work wrapping. Normally, she enjoyed the task, even going so far as to volunteer her wrapping skills to family members. But this year, she just didn't seem to have the energy. She admitted to herself, that she just wasn't in the holiday spirit. She snuggled under the covers. Juniper, her Maine coon cat, was sitting on her chest, sharing her breath. She was stroking his long silky fur, when she felt the weight of the waterbed shift. She thought that Gloria had decided to sleep with her tonight and climbed up onto the bed. But, when she turned her head, Wynter was sitting there, intensely staring at her. He was holding a package in his big strong hands. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you are here." She forced a jovial tone, but wasn't feeling it. Wynter set the brightly wrapped package on her nightstand, folded down the covers and slid his cold body into bed with her. His arms came around her and as if she weighed nothing. He lifted her into his lap and settled her there. The cat went scrambling and a low growl was heard grumbled from across the hall. "Shh." Brynn hissed at the animals. "Don't wake up Trevor." "He's sound asleep dreaming of sugar plums, and most likely dark horses in Central Park who are trying to take down Santa." Wynter assured her, referencing the movie they had just watched. She tipped her head back and laughed. His head came down, capturing her lips in his. His large hands pushed her shirt up over her breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing her nipples, watching them pebble up. He sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue against it. Brynn arched her back, wrapping her fingers in his short hair and flicking his ear with her tongue. She groaned, feeling her body respond to his cold touch, feeling herself growing wet between her thighs. "Why are you so cold?" She groaned, as his hands traveled down her body and slipped into her pajama pants, to caress the silk of her pussy. "Snow." He chuckled. "Would you rather me be warm?" "You can't get any hotter than you are right..." Her words fell away as his icy fingers dove into her core and the coldness had her clinging to him and panting. "Now." She finished her thought on a wince. He flipped her off of his lap, so she lay sprawled on the bed, her heavy lidded eyes gazing at his perfection, as he knelt over her. He tore her pants off and grinned seeing the shiny black material of her panties adorned with tiny sparkly snow men. He laughed and eased them down over her legs and off her feet. He drew the panties up to his nose and breathed in her scent, groaning in appreciation. He replaced his fingers with his now warm tongue. "Cold, please stay cold." She begged, gasping as his tongue went from hot to cold, switching back and forth, as it lapped at her, pleasured her, and drove her towards an unknown precipice. She wrapped her thighs around his head, clutching his head against her, riding his tongue, which was doing wicked things to her clit and dove off the edge. His now warm hands cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples, tweaking and gently twisting. She listened to the slurping sounds coming from between her legs, lifted her head to look down at the top of his, and whimpered when his lips hummed against her. She dropped her head onto the pillow, thrashing it around. "No more. No more." Her voice repeated. Wynter's head popped up, his green gaze boring into her blue eyes, as he thrust three fingers into her and flicked her clitoris with his tongue. A gleam was in his eye, as he devoured her with his mouth. "Oh God, Wynter. Stop! I need you now." She used all her strength to push his face away from her. He obeyed, his body crushing hers to the bed, but his fingers continued their torment inside her, wiggling, and stretching to brush against her g-spot. As she cried out, her juices flowing down her thighs, his mouth swallowed her cry. He lifted his body up and angled his cock to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her swollen lips. She strained her body up to meet his, but he held himself away. The waterbed helped in her cause, when the shift of his weight caused his body to come closer to her. "If you don't stop teasing me, I'm not going to." His large shaft pierced her center and she closed her mouth on a long "Ohhh." He buried himself to the hilt inside her and held himself still, letting her adjust to his length. She was cold and hot all at once and the contrast of sensations were warring with her mind. She wasn't sure which she preferred, the heat or the extreme cold. She didn't care. His hands dove into her hair, and he leaned up to kiss the small egg on the top of her head. She closed her eyes, wrapped her body around him like a blanket and held on for dear life, meeting thrust, for thrust. The bed cradled and moved with their bodies. His hands reached down to find hers and place them over her head, holding them under his palms. Her body quivered as his cock drove into her, driving further and deeper with every withdrawal. She moaned, sucking on his ear, her hot breath whispering the naughty things she wanted him to do to her. Wynter of Contentment Wynter's laugh was rich and edgy, when he slid out from under her to switch up their positions. He tugged her off the bed and turned her around, pushing her body down to the bed, face first. "Like this?" His hand reached around to cup her chin and turn her head to look at him. She nodded her head slightly, before grasping the bed sheets in her hands. His tall form stood behind her. He feathered his fingers across the skin of her back, before moving forward and sheathing himself in her warmth. She rested her head on the bed and pushed her bottom back into him, feeling the heat of his balls slapping against her. "More." She urged. Her clenching muscles sucked at his hardness, trying to draw him deeper within. The garbled sounds his voice was making caused her knees to go weak and collapse. He lifted her up and nudged her further onto the bed, crawling over on top of her. His arms lifted her so she was on her hands and knees. He grabbed a bed pillow and tossed it under her body, giving him better leverage. Her ass was pink from the friction of their bodies and he felt the muscles in his stomach clench in anticipation. He kissed the nape of her neck, smelling the clean fragrance of her blonde hair. The pillow pushed up on Brynn's clit and she couldn't help rubbing herself against it. While she was enjoying the delicious attention he was giving her back, her body demanded completion. She thrust her bottom back and into his hands. He grasped her waist and plunged into her, answering her body's call. She answered with a call of her own, screaming out, as he picked up the pace, grunting and pounding into her. "You're noisy." His velvety voice caressed her ear. "Am I going to wake him up?" She worried for a brief second. Wynter's tongue traced along her shoulder. She turned her face to the side, and he leaned over to kiss her lips. He slowed the pace down and pulled out. She mewled in protest, as he flipped her over, gently pulling her up with him. "Not a chance." His green eyes darkened as he lay down and pulled her on top of him. Her chest was heaving, her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, her eyes glazed over, and her body trembling. She slid onto him and stretched herself over him, wiggling her pussy against him. His fingers tantalized her clit, as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her breasts swung in front of his face and he lifted his head to captured one in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the nipple, suckling. Brynn felt her body tighten. Her eyes were closed and she rode the wave of pleasure, with abandon, uncaring at this point who might hear her. All she could focus on was this icy-hot snow man and his gorgeous body, which was giving her the steamiest sex she had ever had! "Ohh, Wynter." She yelled out, her pussy milking him, her body undulating around his pulsing shaft. A fresh wave of juices surged forth as she came, her breaths coming in uneven gasps. Light seemed to pierce the darkness and Brynn thought she heard the music of angels. Tears welled in her eyes as she glimpsed moments of her life, painful memories she had locked away. She saw and felt the sensations of her first time with her one and only boyfriend. The older boy who had stolen her heart, but had left her with the gift of life. She felt the agonizing pain of childbirth, as she felt that she'd never get the big baby's head out of her. She saw the wonder that was her son, as his tiny rosebud mouth sought her nipple, and he took his first sip of life, his eyes wide and staring into hers. She felt the fears of a new, teenaged mother, not knowing how they'd survive. She felt the comfort of her mother, holding her in her arms, that first night, promising that they would get through it together. She heard the vow she made to always protect her child and the promise to not bring a string of men in and out of their lives, not giving her heart away, until she knew for sure he was to be trusted. She sobbed. Waves of warmth flowed over her and she basked in the light of it. It was a glorious feeling and she felt complete. She felt; she realized, healed. As she was coming back down, he quickened his fingers on her clit, urging her to come once again. She did come, two more times, until he brought his arms around her and held her against his chest, cradling her in his arms, kissing her soft hair. His body tightened and he crashed over her with an equally earth shattering orgasm. He wanted to keep this woman with him always. As the sobs shaking her body subsided, he took away the pain in her heart, leaving her with the memories, but replacing it with hope for the future. "Shh. Just let it all go, beautiful one." His whispered voice comforted, as he gently stroked her hair. He eased her off of him and turned on his side, tucking her against him. "I'm sorry." Her shaky voice told him. "Don't be sorry. Close your eyes and accept this gift of love." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply feeling safe and loved. A feeling of contentment washed over her, something she hadn't felt in years. *** "Merry Christmas!!!!" Trevor was bouncing up and down, excitedly in her bed. Brynn cracked an eye open, looking at the clock on her nightstand. Crap! She forgot to put the presents out. Her muscles ached in tender areas, but her heart felt full and overflowing. She sat up and grabbed her son, stopping the bouncing. "Get up Mom. Santa came!" He jabbered on. "He did?" She asked surprised. "Duh!" He laughed at the odd look on her face. "What's this doing here?" He climbed off the bed and picked up the package on the nightstand, a frown on his face. "It looks like Santa left me a present too." She murmured, in wonder, taking the package from him. "Come on, come on Mom. I waited until 6 am, one hour later than last year. Aren't you proud of me?" He was racing down the hallway, almost tripping over the equally excited dog. Brynn went into the bathroom, threw some cold water on her face, and groaned remembering the utterly delightful sensation of cold that had recently invaded her body. She brushed her teeth, grabbed Trevor's "Mommy-gift" out of the top of her closet and followed him out. She made it a point to get something special for him, each Christmas, that would have her name on it. This year, it was an HO model railroad train. It puffed steam out of its smoke stack and made train sounds. She had saved her money for it. He had outgrown Thomas the Tank Engine, but had retained his love of trains. Trevor made a bee-line for the kitchen and ran over to check the plate of cookies, satisfied that only crumbs remained, and then looked at the half drunk glass of milk. He got on his hands and knees, reached under the table, and plucked the bottom hunk of carrot off the floor. Brynn looked over and saw Gloria licking her chomps. Cookie crumbs dotted the golden fur. She swept her hand over the fur and gave her dog "the look," scolding her silently. She was happy that Trevor hadn't seen. Although, it did save her the task of eating the food, she supposed. She took the dog's scruff in her hand and walked into the living room. Her jaw dropped open when she saw more gifts than she could have possibly wrapped, ever, beneath the tree, surrounding the tree, and flowing into the other room. "WOW!" Trevor shouted, running up to the first present. "Are all these for me?" His eyes shimmered with anticipation. Juniper came out of nowhere and leaped into the pile of presents, proceeding to bite at a ribbon and tug it off, thereby entangling himself in it. He mewed pathetically. Brynn laughed and untangled the little rascal. "Looks like." Brynn said quietly, confused. Trevor came over to her and pointed to the package in her hand. "Mom, open my present first." He suggested. "Your present?" She quirked her eye brow up. "Yeah, duh, this is the present I wrapped you. Didn't I do a good job? I'm sorry if I used too much tape." Trevor pointed to the tape that wrapped around the entire box. She smiled at him and they sat down on the couch together. "You did a wonderful job, baby." She used her fingernail to tear at the tape, which luckily came off much easier than she feared it would. She lifted the lid of the gilded box and started lifting the present out. "Careful, it's fragile." Trevor warned. She blinked at his caution and gently eased it out. Cool glass touched her fingertips. Trevor bit his lip, unable to wait any longer. He helped his mom, by tugging the bottom of the box away. Brynn stared at the beautiful glass snow globe in awe, wonder, and joy. Inside the small snow globe, swirling in sparkling snow, stood a snow man, wearing a cowboy hat, and a lop-sided grin. A pair of crystal wings rose from his snowy back. Her hands trembled and she nearly dropped it. Trevor put his hands on top of hers and held it with her. The snow man's green eye winked at her. "Well, what do you think? I was soo excited that you found the cowboy hat. Our snow man looks just like him, don't you think?" Trevor's voice went a mile by excited minute. Brynn's eyes filled with tears and her heart soared, as she held her son in her arms. "It looks just like him. This is the best present ever. I love you so much." She kissed him and he wiped the kiss off. At her hurt look, he put the kiss back and smiled at her. "Merry Christmas, Trevor." "I love you too Mom. This one won't melt and now, we will always have Wynter." His little voice whispered to her. "Merry Christmas. My turn!" He shouted, as he ran over to his presents, choosing the biggest box first. Gloria helped Trevor with the present, by holding it with her paws, as he stood it up on end and tore into it. He shouted with joy at the brand new train set, gleaming up at him. "Oh Wow!" He said, reading the tag, that said "Love Mom." He gently opened the box. "Can we put it up around the tree now? I'll help you move the boxes away." He begged her. She nodded, pleased, and helped him clear a space for the train. "A very snowy, wyntery, Merry Christmas indeed." Brynn's voice whispered to the air. She looked out the window at her snow man and mouthed a "Thank you" to him. ~~~~~~ Thank you once again goes out to: Litfan10 for the editing, LadyKnight and Knightshade for reading and encouraging.