’And I loved it, mom humiliating me. The blows from the ruler on my hard cock only served to excite me even further?and she knew it.‘So what do y...u want most son?’ she asked with a superior air. ‘You don’t know how much I want to taste you pussy mom,’ I said nervously.‘Get on your knees. You can watch mommy playing with herself. I knelt in front of her and was mesmerised by the sight of her playing with her clit and sticking her fingers inside her pussy.Then she stopped, making me lick her. We didn’t get very cold weather here since we were closer to twenty-four degrees from the equator and moving closer each year. So for now, other than birthdays, they were our only two special days.Today, however, will most likely be an extra special day this year. I think Mikal was as excited as the girls were. He took on the role as the leading mage and the girls even joking called him, Lord Mikal. He asked each girl in turn if any of the magical items glowed for them.We were not that. And more toxic than a room full of black cats, broken mirrors and ladders should you cross her path.Everyone had heard rumors of her; some said that Carole was the ‘conscience of Christmas’ but other folks were equally certain that she was really the implacable Italian patent leather steel-toed pointed boot of holiday karma that you didn’t want within twelve postal codes of your ass.This situation just oozed Kringle clan politics from within Christmas Castle, undoubtedly something far too. ..so right. The taste of you will forever be on my tongue, as I recall how sensual and sweet it is to bury myself within you and lap at you, gently rolling my tongue in you, taking long, slow, sensual licks along your womanhood, sucking softly on your little bud of pleasure. I loved the way you thrust your hands in my hair, your long, low moans resonating in the room, the heavy scent of sex settling over us. I loved the way your body and mine flowed smoothly into one another when we are like.