*All characters over the age of eighteen*
Chapter 1
December 23, 10:45 pm
A lamp shed soft light through the cozy basement. A red silk scarf over the shade cast the room in a pink haze, making Jenny Lynn think of a French brothel. She eagerly awaited the arrival of her boyfriend, who was upstairs dutifully bidding his parents and sister good night. In a few minutes he would come down and they would finally have the alone time she'd been seeking for more than a week.
Joining Ben on his trip home for Christmas had been a last minute decision, owing mainly to her flight being cancelled at the last minute due to a freak snow storm. It was either go with him for the holiday or spend it alone in her dorm. Her parents had reluctantly agreed, but made her promise to come home for a couple weeks after New Years.
Jenny had been warmly welcomed by Ben's family, though she had this nagging feeling that she was intruding. Despite Ben's many reassurances that his family was happy that she was with them, Jenny couldn't shake the feeling that his mother was a bit miffed. She chalked it up to the fact that Ben's mother, Joan, must have guessed that the pair were sleeping together. Oh poor Mrs. Morgan, your little boy has grown up and has sex!
The thought brought a smile to Jenny's lips. She padded around in the basement bedroom that was sparse, but functional, in her full length flannel pyjamas. The basement was warm enough, but it gave off a cold feeling despite all the efforts to make it welcoming. She opened her suitcase once more and looked at the lingerie she had packed, planning to wear it on Christmas Eve. She felt her pulse race at the thought of Ben seeing her in it.
The door at the top of the stairs opened and a moment later Ben appeared out of the darkness, a broad smile on his face. He raced to her side and took her in his arms and planted a wet kiss on her lips. She eagerly pressed her bosom into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body.
"Did Mommy read you your favorite bedtime story?" Jenny teased.
It was clear that Ben's mother had a soft spot for him, doting on him incessantly. Long hugs, lingering touches, they even quickly separated when she found them alone in a room. Jenny even caught the woman staring at her son in a manner Jenny could only call longing. It was odd to see such wistful glances and to hear soft sighs coming from his mother, but Jenny shook it off, chalking it up to the woman missing her son. Ben hadn't made it home for Thanksgiving and with school two thousand miles away, it wasn't often they got to see him in person.
"Oh you know she did!" Ben laughed. "She read me the tale of the monster in the basement."
"Oh yeah? Did the monster lure a handsome man down into the depths of the house and then do unspeakably naughty things to him that he loved and never wanted to escape from?"
"Oh shit, maybe I should go up and ask her to read me that one!" Ben turned as if he were going to leave, but Jenny pulled him back, planting another wet kiss on his mouth with her full lips.
She ground her pussy into his thigh as Ben slipped an arm around her and grabbed her plump ass cheeks, pulling her into him harder. Their kissing grew hotter and quickly Jenny fell back into the bed, Ben landing on top of her.
"God, I've been wanting to fuck you all day long. I can't wait anymore!"
"I know babe. God, you were looking so hot in your dress. My dad couldn't keep his eyes off of you."
"Neither could your mother," Jenny teased.
Joan Morgan had given her a long levelling look when she showed up at dinner wearing the red party dress. Jenny Lynn was a buxom gal with curves in all the right places. A dress like the one she wore sparked the imagination and made men, and some women, want nothing more than to take it off the wearer. It was clear that Joan had not been prepared for Jenny's sensuality to be so openly displayed.
Jealousy from other women was not new to Jenny Lynn. She'd felt it ever since she started developing early. But she couldn't understand the icy cool vibe she got from Ben's mother, clearly she wasn't competing with Joan for the kind of attention Jenny was looking for.
It's not that Joan was anything to overlook. Jenny couldn't get over how well Ben's mother was built. She had luxurious chestnut hair that hung in waves about her shoulders, ivory skin and piercing light blue eyes. She had that classic hourglass figure with full breasts and a trim waist that was punctuated by a tight, round ass and long, sexy legs.
Erin, Ben's older sister, had complimented her on the dress before dinner began.
"Oh wow! You look incredibly hot! My brother is one lucky guy. Try not to shake the house down tonight."
Jenny had felt herself blush, realizing now that everyone in the family was aware that she and Ben were lovers. She wasn't ashamed, she just hadn't expected it to be a topic of conversation. She looked up and saw Ben's father, Eric, trying to hide a smile. Jenny saw where her boyfriend got his good looks and hoped that in another twenty years Ben looked as good.
That she felt an attraction to Mr. Morgan didn't surprise Jenny Lynn. She'd attracted the attention of older men ever since she entered high school. She'd mostly steered clear of them, at her mother's insistence, but there had been a couple of occasions where she'd indulged her curiosity and hadn't been disappointed. Jenny knew that if she'd met Eric as a stranger she'd have encouraged his lustful looks and who knows where that would lead.
Over dinner Erin announced her husband Jared wouldn't be able to make it until Christmas morning. Jenny watched as Ben and his mother feigned disappointment, Eric hiding a smile behind his hand.
"Looks like we'll have our traditional Christmas Eve celebrations then," Joan offered.
"Looks like it," Ben agreed.
The oddities of the Morgan family fled from her mind as Ben slipped his hand under the flannel top and found her swollen breast, playing with her nipple until it became rigid. She felt her pussy glow and warm from his attention and moaned in encouragement.
"God, I love your big tits," he hissed, pushing his face into her soft pillows.
"That's because they remind you of your mother," she teased, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist. She felt his cock twitch at her words, another drop in the bucket of evidence that her boyfriend had some 'mommy' fantasies in the bedroom. She didn't mind the particular kink, she had her own illicit desires that revved her motor.
Jenny pulled her top off, exposing her heavy breasts to her boyfriend. They swayed as she threw the garment to the side of the bed, her nipples stiffening in the cool air. Her large, pink areolas wrinkled in excitement. Ben reached up and palmed her breasts, his hands warm on her skin as he massaged her flesh and tweaked her stiffened tips.
"Oh christ, Jenny, you are so fucking hot!"
She ground her soft ass into his midsection, feeling his stiff cock against her cheeks. Jenny loved his thick cock from the first time she'd sucked it, even more when he pushed it into her willing, wanton pussy. Their sex life had been varied and adventurous, each time he made her come easily and thoroughly.
Leaning forward, she pressed her round tits into his face where Ben began to suck on them eagerly. He pawed at her, feeling the soft curves of her breasts and squeezed them deliciously. Jenny let him suckle upon her for a minute, but her yearning cunt needed more and she rolled to his side and reached for his cock. She found the lump of steel and curled her fingers around it, giving it a teasing stroke.
