New Story: An Engaging Christmas (Part 1)

Merry Christmas to all of you that celebrate that holiday, and happy break from the responsibilities of life for those to which this applies anyways.

I suggested that I'd try for a little Christmas present in the form of a little story, and here it is, albeit a day late.

I give you part 1 of An Engaging Christmas, a little standalone story in The Adjusters universe, that takes place right after Book I, during the Christmas season. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. This started out as a little scene that sprung up in the recesses of my mind earlier this month, and which blossomed to more than 7000 words by the time I was done with it.

Enjoy, as this is an exclusive to this web site. A way of thanking you for stopping by and reading my stories.



An Engaging Christmas

"So that's it, then. The last gift. Merry Christmas everyone. I just want to say thank you again for being here, with me. It's just so... it's just so special. And Daniel, you have no idea how wonderful it will be to have you as a son-in-law. I'm so happy for you and Jenn, I can't tell you enough."

And indeed, that had been the nearly constant refrain ever since Daniel and Jennifer -- newly engaged -- had arrived at Jenn's mother's house for the Christmas holidays a few days earlier. Jenn had told her mother the news of their engagement over the phone when she had called to make travel arrangements, meaning that Carole had been aware of the new development well before the couple showed up at her doorstep. But that advanced knowledge had not seemed to blunt her enthusiasm. Which was somewhat surprising, all things considered, given Carole's own romantic history. She had welcomed them with tears in her eyes when they drove up to her house in the outskirts of Portland, Maine, in their rental car

Daniel had known Carole -- Jenn's mother -- for the two years since he had started dating her daughter. That she did not live very far from their school was helpful in that regard. He liked her, a lot; it was clear where Jenn got her intelligence, common sense, warmth, and yes, her beauty. Carole had been cast from the same mold that would beget her daughter: beautiful, tall, thin, her body toned through a life of physical work spent growing organic vegetables and sculpting wood. Her age, rather than fade her looks, gave it character and a smoky charm. Jenn liked to say that she had an older sister rather than a mother. Carole had been barely twenty years old when Jenn was born, and having to raise Jenn essentially alone ensured that the two women had a close relationship. Jenn's father had left when she was seven, and Carole had made the conscious decision to focus on Jenn and her artistic career, taking the view that she would be receptive to love were it to land at her feet, but that she would not go and seek it out. Things had turned out well in the end -- Jenn had matured into a remarkable young woman, and Carole had made a name for herself in the small but select world of wood-working artists. Of course, she had had flings and affairs over the years, such a beautiful and self-assured woman being bound to attract the attention of the other, or even the same, sex. But there had been no serious relationship in her life since her failed marriage. Until now, that was. Until Robert.

"Mom, if you keep on saying that, you'll scare him away."

"I gotta go with Jenn on that one, dear. Give the poor boy a break," said Robert.

"Oh honey -- he can take it. He's a big strong boy. Besides, he knew what he was getting into by dating into this family. Which is more than can be said about you, frankly."

Daniel remained diplomatically silent, lying back on the floor, his back against one of the sofas, Jenn down next to him resting her head on his thigh, the remnants of the annual gift-giving feast strewn all around them. This year's festivities were intimate. The previous year, Daniel remembered, Carole had invited the extended family over to Maine, about twenty of them pressed together in a small house with at least three five-year olds running around like nitroglycerine on legs. This year, by tacit accord, it was only the four of them: Daniel and Jenn, Carole, of course, and Robert, Carole's new boyfriend.

Daniel glanced at him. Robert was in his early thirties, so about a decade older than Daniel, and a decade younger than Carole. With his longish brown hair and good looks and the trim physique of someone who regularly worked out but had no intention of growing bigger, he looked like a model. Which was unsurprising, since he was in fact a professional model, specializing in catalogue work. Unglamorous, but good pay, Robert had commented. In his spare time, he modeled for artists -- for drawing or painting classes, private studios, those sorts of things -- which is how Carole had met him. She had been fascinated by his expressiveness, and had asked him if he would be interested to pose for one of her sculptures. He had accepted, and after negotiating a price, had posed for five three-hours sessions. Carole had not gone into the details of exactly what happened on that last session, but Robert had ended up staying the night, and many more nights beside.

Jenn had teased her mother mercilessly about having kept the relationship a secret for eight months. Carole, in her defense, had claimed that to tell anyone might have jinxed the whole thing. It was just too perfect -- she was happy. Jenn had smiled before looking over at Daniel, saying she understood exactly what she meant.

And Carole indeed looked happy. She was cuddling up next to Robert, looking smashing in a short red dress, perfectly suited to the season. Robert was running his hand up her naked thigh, casually enough, and Daniel was reminded that Carole was indeed a beautiful and sexy woman. An opinion which Robert, if the looks he was giving her were anything to go by, shared completely.

"I think I knew exactly what I was getting into, dear," replied Robert before he leaned over to kiss her. Jenn did not even wait the requisite three seconds before uttering a "Yewww! Mom?!" that earned her a pillow in the face.

"You are not too old for a spanking, young lady!"

Daniel raised an eyebrow at the image that statement triggered. Jenn, who knew him way too well, looked up at him with a frown. "In your dreams, lover," she mouthed distinctly enough for him to read her lips. That earned her a kiss.

"That's right," mumbled Carole with humor, before standing up and smoothing down her dress. "So the kids can kiss, but the grown-ups are disgusting. That's the problem with the world nowadays. There's just no respect." She headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to make some tea. Anyone interested?"

Daniel and Jenn said no, Jenn pointing out that she was about to conk out anyways and that she was heading to bed herself. Robert stood up. "Sure, I'll have some," he said, and he followed Carole to the kitchen.

Jenn's head was still resting on Daniel's thigh, and he ran a hand lightly through her hair. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I do feel like a kid," she said. "It's not even one and I can't stay awake."

"You've had a long day," Daniel replied.

"As long as yours," she said, yawning.

"Except that I didn't spend the day running around town with my mother taking care of last minute Christmas Eve details, did I? No, I just sat back and read most of the afternoon."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine. But it was worth it. Nice to spend some time with mom."

"She looks happy. Is it just me, or is she almost behaving like a teen or something? I mean, she's been blushing on and off the whole evening, not completing her sentences. It's like --"

"She's in love, you idiot."

"Really?"

"Really. I haven't seen her like that before very often. She's happy and in love. And this was such a perfect evening too. The perfect Christmas Eve. I think it was important for her. That, and that we liked Robert."

"Well, I for one like him. He seems nice."

"He does."

"And he's clearly infatuated with your mom. Just the way he looks at her, it makes me feel like a voyeur."

"Isn't it, though?" Jenn smiled. "All kidding aside about before and their kissing, I think it's good for her to have a nice boy just drool over her like that. I mean, she'd dated all sort of guys over the years some of them pretty out and out losers, but none of them have looked at her quite the way Robert does. And she looks so happy she's practically glowing."

"Hey, perhaps she's pregnant? How'd you feel, getting a little half-sister or half-brother?" He pinched her cheek, as if she were a little girl. She flinched away, her eyes wide.

"Oh God! Don't say that! Last thing I need is a little toddler crawling about. Because you just know who'd be tagged for babysitting."

"Come on -- we'll be in Texas. She couldn't get you to come babysit from all the way down there, could she?"

"Ha! You don't know my mother. She'd figure something out." She settled back down against his thigh, and closed her eyes.

He ran his hand down her hair once more, softly, slowly. "You'd make a wonderful big sister, love," he whispered.

Jenn did not bother responding. Her breath slowly turned regular, and she slept for half a minute before her eyes jerked open. "Woha -- okay, I'm done for. Time for bed."

She sat up, stretching like a cat. Daniel took advantage of the motion to admire her dancer's body, and was taken by the sudden urge to run his hands up her legs and under her skirt and attack the warm and welcoming nest hidden up between her legs, picturing her on her back with her legs spread and beckoning him to come and lick her pussy lips up and down until she came all over his face. He shook his head to clear the vision.

"Sounds good," he replied, his voice not quite as even as he would have liked. "Huh, you want anything from the kitchen? Hot coco?"

Jenn stretched some more. "Mmmm. No, not coco. I'd love some warm milk with vanilla though. If you don't mind..."

"Coming right up," he replied.

"What would I ever do without you?" She stepped up to him and put her arms around his neck, her face mere inches from his.

"You'd eventually learn how to warm up milk without making it spill over, for one."

"Sure. Or I'd use the microwave." She drew her lips closer.

"Bah, humbug. I'm a Luddite, you know that."

"And my favorite Luddite, at that." She kissed him, a soft caress of the lips that led to her tongue sneaking its way between his own lips, seeking warmth and tenderness. They kissed holding each other close, for a long time which just seemed to fly by.

Jenn laughed softly when she saw the effect that the kiss had had on him, both in the somewhat dazed look he undoubtedly must have been sporting, and the unmistakable tent in his jeans.

"I'm off to bed. Don't be too long," she said over her shoulder as she went down the hall towards the stairs. Daniel watched her go, his eyes fastened on her rear end swaying gently with each step.

His mind still full of the sight and feel and taste of his fiancee, Daniel made for the kitchen. Pushing the saloon-style white doors, he was greeted by a mad scramble as a short-breathing Carole quickly pushed away from Robert -- who was casually turning around and reached down to fasten his pants and buckle his belt -- while at the same time trying to push her dress down, but not so quickly that Daniel did not have time to see a long expanse of thigh and a pair of skimpy white panties that would not have been out of place on her twenty years old daughter's more racy friends.

"Huh -- Daniel -- Oh... Robert... Well, Robert and I were just... huh --"

Was she actually blushing? It was so endearing, though Daniel. "Boiling some water, yes, you said you'd do that," he completed. He opened the refrigerator door and bent down to pick up two small water bottles. Robert had finished straightening himself out, but his erection was still clearly visible. It must have been some kiss, thought Daniel. He pictured Carole sliding her small but strong sculptress's hand down into Robert's pants and roughly playing with the hard cock and thoroughly massaging the head, and his own cock twitched in sympathetic response. It was an appealing visual, especially with someone as beautiful as Carole taking center stage.

And that she was hurriedly rearranging her short dress which had ridden up her thighs did no help matters. She was still blushing, although the bright red had simmered down to a pinkish hue, and she looked for all the world like a teenager caught with her hand down her boyfriend's pants.

Daniel tried very hard to keep his face neutral as he picked up the water, and decided to forego the warm milk for Jenn. He saw Carole about the stammer something, possibly an apology, and he preempted her.

"Jenn and I are calling it a night. We're pooped. It was a wonderful evening, thank you. Good night you two, and see you tomorrow morning -- or tomorrow afternoon, more likely."

"Night Daniel," said Robert, having recovered his composure.

"Night. And sweet dreams," added Carole, in an almost whispered tone. Daniel was surprised at her self-consciousness, a side of her he had never seen before. Jenn was right -- this was love, or at least serious. Good, he thought. She deserved someone nice to spend time with. And if he got her motor running, so much the better.

None of which kept him from throwing his little dig as he left the kitchen. "Don't do anything Jenn and I wouldn't do!" He almost convinced himself he could feel Carole's blush in response, but did not bother to look back for confirmation.

* * *

It was a finger past three in the morning when Daniel woke up, so barely two hours after having collapsed next to his fiancee in the small guest bedroom that was saved for them whenever they visited Jenn's mother.

Groggily, he got out of bed, unsure as to what woke him up exactly, but willing to take advantage of the opportunity. The house was silent, aside from the creaking of the old wood and the intermittent howls from the winter wind outside.

"Bathroom," he whispered in reply to Jenn's mumbled query as to where he was going. Clearly satisfied with his answer, she turned over onto her back, one arm above her head and across the pillow. The covers were down to her waist, revealing one of her long white tee shirts she liked sleeping in. This one had the iconic Che Guevara image on it, except Che was wearing a Roman legionnaire's helmet and "Che Vadis?" was written in ancient script just below.

The bathroom trip was utterly uneventful despite the unfamiliarity of the surroundings and his desire to avoid turning any lights on. It was a good thing that Carole believed in a minimalist decorative style, so that he did not need to navigate obscure obstacles.

No, the trip to was uneventful. It was the trip from that was more interesting. There was a noise coming from the end of the hallway, one that his sleep-addled mind could not identify. An irregular noise, a kind of muffled thumping, undoubtedly what had woken him up in the first place.

Before he could think twice about it, he had moved down the hallway towards the source of the sound, bent on identifying it for no other reason that he could not think of anything else to do. And when he peeked inside the last room, having narrowed it down to that location, it was too late.

The door was a third of the way open, and there was enough moonlight streaming in from the window to recognize the master bedroom. And the sound of the noise, now that Daniel had the right context to place it in, was easily seen to be the headboard hitting the wall -- it was a padded headboard, accounting for the muffled thumping. And the headboard was banging the wall, naturally enough, because the two figures on the bed were going at it, if not frantically, then certainly building up to frantically. Robert was lying on top of Carole, and while the sheet covering them both gave only an outline of the shape of the two bodies, it did a good job outlining Carole with her legs spread wide and jackknifed so that her knees were almost up to her shoulders. Robert was thrusting with alternating soft and strong twists of the hips. Carole's face was a study in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open, at best a slight flinch every time Robert bottomed out, her arms crossed behind his neck, not quite holding on but keeping him close. From his angle, Daniel could not see Robert's face, but its position suggested he was looking straight at Carole.

In the now complete silence, Daniel could hear the small moans of Carole upon every thrust, moans that shifted to little cries as Robert's rhythm picked up. Daniel was getting ready to step back and go back to bed and leave the couple to their rutting privacy, when Robert suddenly stopped and straightened himself up to his knees, throwing the sheet off and revealing Carol's body in the moonlight to great advantage. The part of Daniel's mind that was not wholly occupied with worrying about Robert having heard him and being caught peeping noted with almost clinical interest that Carole's body was as nice as her daughter's -- somewhat rounder, but also curvy, soft, and welcoming. Her breasts had the same shape, with just a bit more heft. If this suggested in any way how Jenn would age, then he had nothing to complain about, and in fact this probably meant that he would have to work hard himself to grow old as gracefully.

But then Robert spoke, softly so that he would have been unheard had Daniel not been standing by their bedroom door. "So what got you so hot to trot tonight, dear? You're practically coming all by yourself."

Carole, who had seemed as surprised by Robert's stopping as Daniel had been, grabbed her lover by the hips and thrust her pelvis into him, seeking to push the hard cock back deep inside her. "Just horny, that's all. Keep fucking me, dammit!"

Robert obliged, remaining straight, giving her a good three or four deep thrusts that made her gasp loudly before he stopped once more, leaving his cock embedded inside her.

"No, it's not just that. I've seen you horny before, dear, and this is different. You're shaking with lust, and you practically swallowed my dick whole earlier, and you only do that when your kinky is tickled."

"Oh, you know so much about me, don't you?"

"Yes, actually. And you know what? I think it's that boy being here that got you all hot and bothered. Isn't it? Having that little twenty year old in your house's making your old pussy tingle and itch?"

"Shut up, Bob! You're just fucking around now -- stop it and fuck me, damn you!"

"Right -- I'm just fucking around. That's why your pussy's squeezing me like mad, isn't it? Just the thought of that kid between your legs is making you cream, doesn't it? Do you think he's aware that his fiancee's mother would like nothing better than to spread her legs for him? Maybe give him one of her world-class blow jobs? Or maybe a little threesome, a little mother-daughter action?"

"Bob, you're being disgusting now. I don't --"

"Bull. Bull, bull, and shit. I can feel your pussy squeezing me like crazy when I say that. That's cause you're imagining it, right? Don't deny it, you'd like nothing better than to have him here instead of me, doing this, right?" And he thrust into her again, a hard thrust that sent the headboard thumping into the wall, and drawing a yelp out of Carole that morphed into a low moan as Robert thrust a few more times.

"Fuck, you bastard, just fuck me like this and don't stop --"

Daniel could feel Robert smile. "You're a little slut, aren't you, dear? Look at you, all hot and bothered thinking about that young stud fucking you. Bet you anything he was thinking about trussing up your little dress over your butt earlier and squeeze your cheeks before shoving his dick into you from behind down there in the kitchen."

Daniel feared that Carole would smack Robert and kick him out. Daniel was figuring out how to break the sad news to his fiancee when to his astonishment Carole moaned louder, eyes closed, and pulled Robert down on top of her, clinging to his neck, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

"That's right -- you like the idea, him taking you from behind like a little slut in heat, staring at your butt as he plows into you, reaching down to grab one of your big boobs and squeezing it hard, don't you?" Robert's thrusts were getting more forceful, and the thumping of the headboard on the wall more rhythmic. The springs of the bed were starting to join the chorus, threatening to drown Carole's grunts.

"Tell me," said Robert, looking at Carole, "tell me that you dressed up like you did -- that little dress whose only purpose is to call attention to your legs and your butt and just advertise 'here I am, come take me, I'm just a whore' -- just to entice him, to tease him, to make him want to fuck you, to make him think of you when he's in there fucking your daughter." Carole moaned louder at that, and Daniel, from his position behind the door, could practically feel Robert's triumphant smile.

"Ah! Look at that, your little pussy's spasming like crazy! You're going to come, aren't you? You're going to come thinking that he's fantasizing about you when he's fucking your own daughter. Maybe he's going to ask her to get on all four so he can better imagine he's fucking you instead, that you're the one offering herself to him, telling him to do whatever he wants with you. Tell me," he said, louder, "tell me you'd like to feel his dick ripping you open and spewing up all over your body, your boobs, your face. Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" Robert punctuated every statement with a Herculean shove that would have sent Carole into the headboard were it not for her holding on to him for dear life, muttering something sounding like a litany of "fuck, fuck, fuck," under her breath.

"Tell me!" ordered Robert, out of breath.

"Yes!" almost screamed Carole, grabbing onto his neck even more tightly, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him closer and practically rubbing herself off against his body. "Yes! Yes! Yes -- I want to fuckin' feel him enter me, take me, possess me, claim me, okay? I want him to make me kneel before him and grab my head and tell me to suck him, okay? I want him to grab my head and fuck my mouth and shove his cock down my throat until I gag and choke, okay? I want him to use me however he wants, to treat me like a fuck doll, a fuck toy, a bunch of holes to be filled with his cock over and over and over again, okay? Like a slut mother who'd do anything to feel his young hard cock split her open like a bun, okay? Is that what you want to hear? That I want to seduce him and fuck him and eat him up? Now fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! I'm close! Yes! I'm so close!"

And then Robert just stopped. He straightened up once more, and this time completely pulled out of Carole and she moaned in despair as his cock slipped out. Uh oh, thought Daniel, that did it. He's pissed. Carole's outburst, the whole scene in fact, had turned Daniel on -- how could it not, it was hot and the way Carole moved was sex personified -- and while he had played enough games of that exact same kind with Jenn to recognize that Carole was just indulging in a bit of harmless fantasizing, he feared that Robert might have taken it at much more of a face value. Daniel prepared to make himself scarce and beat a hasty retreat to his bedroom.

Bur Robert was not angry. In fact, he sounded like he was smiling still. "So the truth comes out. And what do you think should happen to mothers who want to seduce their daughter's future husband, mmm? What do you think?"

Carole was trying to shift her hips to recapture Robert's cock, but Robert kept her at bay.

"We fuck them, dammit -- and make them come!"

"No, no, no. We punish them. Because it's wrong, you see."

"Fuck you," grunted Carole.

"You wish. Now turn around. If you want me to make you come, you'll present me yourself to me. Now."

"If I want to come, I can do it myself, you bastard." She slid her hand between her legs, and started rubbing herself off with short jerky movements.

"Sure," replied Robert, still smiling. "but it's not going to be half as good as if I shove this into you from behind, nice and deep, just the way you like it, don't you agree, dear? It's up to you, really, but if you want this, you'll have to be punished for being a little whore of a mother."

Carole shuddered at the thought, and opened her eyes and stared at Robert, still caressing herself, while Robert just stared back silently. Daniel realized with a flash of insight that he was seeing a game that had been played several times before. Every couple had their kinky side, didn't they?

Without a word, Carole turned on her stomach, and then slowly lifted herself up, thrusting her ass up, keeping her head down onto the pillow. Daniel had to admit that Robert had been correct in his description -- Carole had a beautiful ass, round and tight and giving her daughter's own rump a run for its money.

"Ready to be punished, little slut? Ready to be punished for wanting to seduce your son-in-law, your daughter's man? Go ahead, tell me, tell me you need to be punished, tell me you deserve to be punished. Go on. Tell me."

"You bastard," groaned Carole.

"Insult me as much as you want, dear, but you're not going to get fucked until you get punished, and you're not going to get punished until you tell me you deserve to be punished for being a whore that cannot keep her legs together when her daughter's fiancee's around. Simple, simple, simple."

Carole groaned again, saying nothing, but the situation was getting to her, if the slight swaying of her ass left and right was any indication.

"Yes?" said Robert, still smiling.

Carole grunted, then sighed. "Please..."

"Yes?"

"Please punish me," she said, "I deserve it."

"Why do you deserve it, dear?"

"Because..." She took a deep breath. "Because I fantasize about getting Daniel's big cock inside me, because I want him to fuck me, use me, choke me up and fill me up until I burst. Because I'm a slut who's trying to get my daughter's fiancee to do me -- ow!"

Robert has smacked Carole's ass during her monologue, the slap resounding in the quiet of the night and making Daniel jump.

Robert gave Carole some time to recover from her surprise, then smacked her ass again, palm open, with force. Daniel saw, fascinated, her cheeks shake under the blow, and almost could see the palm print it left behind. Carole moaned and thrust her ass up, making an even more appealing target.

"Look at you," said Robert, giving Carole another resounding smack. "Pushing your bottom out like you're enjoying this. This is supposed to be your punishment, you little slut, for getting wet at the thought of your daughter's boyfriend fucking you silly. Can you imagine what he'd say if he saw you like that on your hands and knees getting spanked on your naked bottom?" He smacked her again, then ran his hand between her legs and over her crotch, making Carole groan and spread her legs out and shifting her pelvis back. Robert pulled his hand out and smacked her again. "Jesus, you're dripping wet! If Daniel'd get his dick anywhere near that pussy of yours you'd just slurp it up and smother it with your slut mother's juices, wouldn't you? You're even more sick and depraved than I thought you were -- you're a dripping slutty whore!" And he smacked her again, twice, harder, sending Carole into her pillow. She yelped in surprise and maybe even pain -- Daniel could not tell -- but just as soon thrust her ass up again and shook it.

"Fuck yes, harder!" she moaned. "Come on, yes, yes you're right! I'm a fucking degenerate whore who wants to fuck her daughter's man, fuck him until I cannot walk anymore! I want to make him forget my own daughter, show him how much better I am than she is, how much more sluttier I can be, how much more hungry --"

Robert slapped her ass again, three times, in quick succession. "Fuck yes!" groaned Carole. "Harder! You bastard! Slap me or fuck me or do anything you fucking want but make me come, dammit! Fuck!"

Robert grinned, then slapped her hard once more before reaching between her legs and as near as Daniel could tell shoving a couple of fingers into her from behind, hard, pushing Carole down into the bed.

"Fuck yes! Fuck me -- fuck me! Fuck!" She was practically screaming at this point, and Daniel wondered if Jenn could hear it, and if so what she would think. "Fuck! Fuck! Deeper, you bastard! Come on! Fuck me, Daniel, fuck me! Shove that big cock inside deep, deep, fuck, fuck!" She was pushing her ass back against Robert's hand, who put his other hand on his girlfriend's back to maintain his grip.

"Fuck me," continued Carole, unaware of anything but her own overwhelming feelings, "just fuck me with that cock of yours. Go on, you bastard, pretend you're Daniel and fuck me like the shameless slut I am!"

Robert pulled his hand out and, positioning himself behind Carole and jerking a few times on his hard shaft lined it up against her and pushed and sank in in one long thrust that elicited a groan from the practically shaking woman.

"Fuck yes! Fuck me Daniel! Shove it in me, shove your cock inside and fuck me like you mean it -- come on, Daniel, fuck me! Use me! Use meeeee!" She wailed, not caring who else might be hearing. Robert was not much more discreet.

"Take it, you slut! I'm your son-in-law and I'm fucking your slutty mom's hole from behind like the fucking slut you are. Take it, you slut!"

They were writhing on the bed, sending the headboard to play its Central African drum beat on the wall, and Daniel decided that this was the right time to leave the grown-ups to their privacy. He felt moderately guilty about what he had done, but he could do nothing about it any longer.