A Nephews Mistletoe Magic Pt 06

I parked the Tahoe in the garage and headed into the house. As I closed the door a familiar voice called out from the living room.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey, Tara," I responded, "I'll be right there."

I put my overnight bag away and headed for the living room. My daughter was sprawled on the couch, phone in her hand.

"I'm surprised I beat you home," she commented as I entered the room, "wild night?"

"Not really," I lied, "Pam and I got to talking this morning and lost track of time."

"How's she doing?"

"She's doing great, always asks about you."

"Well, tell her I said hello."

"I will, what are your plans?"

She shrugged.

"Want to get some lunch?"

I suddenly realized I was starving.

"Sure, where to?"

"Doesn't matter to me, why don't you figure out what's open, I need to get a quick shower."

She nodded in assent and I headed back to my bedroom.

45 minutes later we were in the Tahoe headed to a local brew pub. On a whim we caught a movie after lunch then headed home.

Back at the house, we made our way to the living room, Tara returning to the couch and I sat in the recliner.

"Can I ask you something, Mom?"

"Anything."

"Is everything OK?"

"Yes, of course, why?"

"You just seem... distant, I guess. Distracted maybe? I don't know. You aren't upset about Christmas, and the cruise and all?"

"No, not at all. I mean, I'd rather have had you here, but I understand. You're grown up now, and I knew the day was coming when the holidays would change. It was going to happen sooner or later regardless. Our...situation just made it a little sooner than I expected."

"You're sure, you're not upset or anything?"

"No, I'm fine with that...well not fine, if I could have my way, I'd spend every Christmas with you till Armageddon, but I know better. I'm not upset at all."

"Is something else wrong?"

I looked at her for a moment, I hated the thought of lying to my daughter.

"Nothing's wrong, it's just that, well... I sort of met someone. And it's been a long time since...well since anything. I mean, you know your father was the only guy I ever dated. So, everything is new, and confusing and..."

Before I could finish my sentence, she was off the couch and wrapping her arms around me.

"Oh, Mom, that's wonderful, I'm so happy for you."

"Really?" I stammered, realizing I was tearing up.

"Really, Mom," she said squeezing me tighter.

"I just thought maybe you'd be..."

"No, never. Mom, I love you and I want you to be happy. It's kind of like you were saying about Christmas. Yeah, if it was up to me, you and dad would still be together, but I get it. I don't blame anybody. Heck, almost all my friends' parents are divorced, I'm just happy you two don't hate each other. I'm glad you met someone, I hope he's wonderful, and I can't wait to meet him."

"He is wonderful," I replied giving her a squeeze back, "and thank you for being such a wonderful daughter."

"Good parenting, definitely good parenting," she said with a grin as she let go of me and stood up.

I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

She headed for the kitchen, calling out over her shoulder, "Need anything?"

"Coke, please."

She returned with two drinks and a bag of pretzels. We spent the next two hours watching HGTV, making fun of people's appalling design choices and wondering how anyone could possible afford some of those houses.

An episode ended and Tara stood and stretched.

"I think I'm going to bed Mom," she announced and headed off.

"Me too."

I turned off the TV, checked the locks and retreated to my bedroom. I started to change into an old nightshirt, then changed my mind. Settling on a purple camisole, I climbed into bed and picked up my phone and texted Oliver.

"Are you awake?"

"It's only 9:30."

"Happy New Year, I miss you."

"I miss you too."

I got up and went to the bedroom door, quietly opening it. I peered out, and seeing Tara's door was closed I crept down the hallway. I could hear her snoring through the door. It had always amused me that someone so tiny could snore that deeply. No question she got that from her dad.

"Want to come over?"

"I thought Tara was there?"

"She's asleep"

The message showed "read" then a long wait.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I typed not sure if I meant it or not.

"OK."

"Park down the street, text me when you do. I'll meet you at the door if the coast is clear."

"On my way."

I paced like a caged animal for the next 20 minutes, then the text arrived.

"I'm here, just parked."

"I'll be at the door."

"OK"

I put my bathrobe on over the camisole and went back into the hallway, listening at Tara's door again. Still sleeping I thought with relief. I hurried down to the front door and was rewarded a minute later with a gentle tap. I opened the door and Oliver stepped in. I gestured to him to move into the living room, out of sight of the hallway. I closed and locked the door then headed to the hallway. I stopped to whisper to him, "wait by the archway, I'll give you a signal, go straight to the bedroom."

He nodded and I went to triple check on Tara. She still seemed to be asleep and I flashed my cellphone light down the hall. Oliver came around the corner, moving silently into the bedroom. I quickly followed, closing the door behind me. He had a huge grin on his face. I took off the bathrobe and almost thew myself into his arms. Kissing him over and over again.

"I've missed you so much," I said when we finally came up for air.

"I've missed you too."

Without another word I began to unbuckle his belt. He took the hint and pulled his shirt over his head

His pants and boxers fell to his ankles, and once free of his shirt he removed my camisole. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I savored the feel of his body as he held me close. His cock was pressed against me and I felt it harden. I slid my hands down, squeezing his bottom and then we resumed kissing.

Without warning he bent down, his hands going down to my bottom, cupping it then he stood back up, lifting me off my feet. Two quick steps and we were at the bed. He sat me down on the edge, with gentle pressure he guided me back, until I was laying down, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He slipped my panties off then knelt between my legs. He buried his face between my legs, and I stifled a moan as his tongue went to work. I'd never thought I was particularly vocal, but the need to be quiet made the desire to cry out all the more intense.

I was almost biting my lip, hands squeezing and tearing at the comforter as Oliver's tongue worked its magic. Just when I couldn't take anymore, he stopped. A whimper escaped my lips, he grabbed an ankle in each hand and stood up. Lifting my legs, placing them on his chest as he moved forward, pressing the tip of his cock against me. He was inside me with a single thrust, and without hesitation he was moving, in and out driving into me. His hands left my ankles and found my breasts. Those large strong hands, cupping, squeezing. Rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger.

I managed to grab hold of a pillow, pulling it over my face as I moaned in pleasure. My whole body seemed to go limp as the waves of pleasure overcame me. Oliver's thrusts continued, then he let out a little gasp. He yanked the pillow away with one hand as he stepped back his cock slipping out of me. His free hand gave it a quick stroke and his cum was jetting out, landing all over my stomach. He staggered back slightly, tossing the pillow aside. He moved to my side, gently lifting me, turning me so I was completely on the bed. Then bending down to give me a quick kiss before moving away.

I lay there, feeling his cum on my stomach, exhausted and incredibly satisfied at the same time. Oliver returned, and began to gently clean me off with a warm wet washcloth. His task complete, he lay down beside me, taking my hand in his.

"That was amazing," I whispered.

"You're amazing," he responded and gave my hand a squeeze.

It had been amazing, I thought as I stared up at the ceiling. I had enjoyed my experience with Lisa, but the uncertainty had weighed on me. There wasn't any of that with Oliver, we both cared about each other, both knew we wanted it.

"Penny for your thoughts," Oliver whispered.

I released his hand and rolled onto my side, crooking my arm and resting my head on my hand. With my free hand I began to gently caress his chest. I did need to talk to him about things, and that was as good an opening as any, but where to begin I wondered.

With the easy part, I decided.

"Can I ask you something?"

He grinned at me, "you can ask me anything."

"Have you ever had a threesome? Or thought about it?"

His expression was puzzled, and he hesitated for a moment before answering.

"No, I've never had one."

"It's not a trick question or anything, but it came up in a conversation at the party last night, and I'm just curious is all."

"Well," the hesitancy still there as he answered, "yeah, I've thought about it, had that fantasy. I think every guy has really."

"Anything in particular?"

"Like a specific fantasy?"

"Yes, or just situation, whatever."

"My girlfriend, the one who was into ballet, her best friend was very attractive. I knew the two of them had fooled around at one point, my girl friend had sort of let it slip one night. Anyway, I was over at their apartment, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend. We all had dinner, watched a movie, drank quite a bit. She was being really flirty. Lots of innuendo, and my girl friend sort of seemed to be goading her on. She even flashed me a couple of times, I mean it could have been accidental, but I don't think it was. Anyway, nothing really happened but I relived that night in my mind a few times with a different ending."

"That's pretty wild."

"Yeah, I always wondered if I missed the opportunity of a lifetime, or if I dodged a bullet. Did she want me to make a move so she could reject me and then get me in trouble? Or did the two of them want to see what would happen? It was pretty confusing."

"I bet."

"So it was that, or just generic stuff, meet a girl somewhere and oh, hey can my friend Candy join in? Typical dumb male fantasies I guess."

I smiled at him, and affected a deeper voice, "You know what I'd do if I had a million dollars?"

He laughed, "Two chicks at the same time," finishing the quote before adding, "I love that movie."

"My friend Pam and I have been making TPS report jokes forever."

He looked at me curiously, "your party most have been way more interesting than mine if you were talking about threesomes."

"Yeah, it was sure interesting. Mostly we talked about music though."

I stared at him, feeling conflicted. I hated the thought of keeping things from him, but I also didn't want to betray anyone's confidence. I had no idea how to reconcile those things.

Finally making up my mind, I began.

"I need to tell you something, and I won't ask you not to get mad or anything stupid like that, I just want you to give me a chance to finish, OK?"

He rolled onto his side, looking at me, the expression on his face one of confusion and trepidation.

"At the party last night, I had quite a bit to drink. That's not an excuse. I'm still responsible for what I did."

"What did you do?" he asked slowly.

"I slept with another woman."

"And?"

"And what?" I asked, my turn to be confused.

"And that's all, like did you have a threesome? Is that why you asked?"

"Oh, God, no... just me and her."

He chuckled a little, "so that's it? That's what you were worried about?"

"I just...just felt like I cheated on you...and I'm sorry."

He rolled over, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close.

"Sweetheart, it's fine. You can call it what you want, but as far as I'm concerned you didn't cheat on me."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, it doesn't bother me at all. Well, it bums me out that I don't know what she looks like so I can't fantasize about it. I'll just have to make up a girl I guess."

I laughed and gave him a playful shove.

"Although, if you insist on feeling guilty, I suppose I could come up with a few ways for you to make it up to me."

"Oh really, like what?"

"It is football season, and a repeat of the most magnificent half of football in the history of mankind would be a good start."

"A start, huh?"

"Of course, I am deeply, deeply wounded after all."

I gave him a little push and he rolled onto his back. I climbed on top of him, kissing him over and over before pausing, looking down into his eyes.

"I love you so much," I said before kissing him again.

Then I froze, realizing what I'd just said. Fear and uncertainty flooded me. Oliver looked into my eyes for a moment, then I felt his hand on the back of my head.

"I love you too," he said before gently kissing me.

We kissed, over and over, then I collapsed, burying my face in his neck the emotion overwhelming me and I broke down in tears.

His strong arms were around me holding me, until I cried myself out.

"I'm sorry," I finally managed to say.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

"I'm sorry for being such a mess."

"The most beautiful mess I've ever seen, and thank you."

"For what?"

"For being brave enough to say it. I wanted to, but I was afraid it was too soon, that I would scare you off."

I shook my head, "You'll never scare me off."

He smiled his crooked little grin.

"Good to know."

We snuggled together for a while until Oliver broke the silence.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"With the other woman, was it just because you were drunk or..."

"I've been wondering that myself. I don't think I would have if I had been sober, but maybe not for the right reasons. I sort of realized that I wanted to try but, I kept feeling guilty. Not about being with another woman, but guilty that I was being unfaithful to you."

"So," he stopped, as if he was searching for the right words, "now that you know I'm OK with it, do you want to do it again?"

I shifted a bit, so I could look at his face.

"You really wouldn't mind?"

"I'm fine with it, as long as you are honest with me about it. I don't want details or anything, even if I joke about it. I was thinking the other day about how I was only your second, and how things were different for you. I wouldn't want you to feel like you'd missed out on something."

"You really are amazing."

He smiled at me, then gave me a kiss.

"I just want you to be happy, you deserve it."

"I think I'd like to try again; things were a bit weird. But only if you are sure. You're more important to me than anything."

We lay together for a few more minutes, then finally, reluctantly he said, "I think I better go."

"You're probably right."

He quickly dressed, and I put the robe back on. I checked the hallway, silence from Tara's room, then snuck him out of the house.

I made my way back to bed, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

It was almost 10 o'clock when I woke up. There was a text from Oliver letting me know he'd made it home OK. After working up the nerve I sent Lisa a text.

"Are you free for dinner on Tuesday?"

That done, I got dressed and went to face the day.

Tara was sitting in the recliner, reading a book. She looked up as I entered the room.

"I am very disappointed in you, young lady," she began.

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"Very disappointed in deed, I think it is clearly established in the family bylaws that it is my job to sneak boys into the house, and your job to try and catch me, not the other way around. I'm deeply saddened to discover that I'm better at both."

I stared at her in shock, not sure what to say, then the full implications of what she'd said hit me.

"You've never snuck a boy into this house!"

"Well, not THIS house," she said with a grin, "but I think we are discussing your failed attempts at sneakiness right now."

I was speechless for a moment, then she began to laugh.

"Oh Mom, I don't care, I'm happy for you, you don't have to sneak around because of me. I'd have made breakfast for all three of us."

I shook my head and joined in her laughter.