Merry Christmas and Happy holidays!!
Weeks apart had stretched into an ache Brian couldn't ignore. The faded Christmas photo of him and his Mom on the mantelpiece mocked him with memories of simpler times. His phone calls had become charged with something more than just longing; a promise whispered between them: hardcore sex, making love like couples do in movies – all the things he craved from the woman who'd always been so much more to him than just Mom.
The chime rang on Christmas Eve and Brian’s breath hitched. Her perfume was a heady wave before his eyes even landed on her. Shimmering emerald green clung to every curve, making him imagine the softness of her breasts pressed against him beneath it all. He pulled her close as soon as she stepped inside. Even more stunning than he remembered, his Mom radiated heat and desire. His own body throbbed with need, a coiled spring ready to unleash.
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