She buried her strong hands in his thick hair and gripped his head as the executioner pulled a single glowing iron from the hot charcoal. Now that the...moment was at hand, the moment that signified her ascension to the throne of Byzantium, Irene shivered with hunger. A hunger for authority and manipulation that was almost like lust in her loins. It took her with its force, the outward sign a shiver, the inward flutter of a climax was hidden in the shadowy folds of her mind.This was real. I strained to hear any noise coming from upstairs. It was silent. Ifocused my attention back on my nephew and heard him snoring softly. Igently eased his underwear down to about the middle of his thighs and gazedat his crotch. Once again I probed his cock with my fingers. I moved myfingers down to his balls and began gently massaging them. I found myselfconsumed with an unexplainable desire to taste my young nephew, so I kneltdown and placed my mouth on his cock."Santa?!" I heard Sean say. It was Holly's mom who quickly extended a welcoming hand. I took in mine and squeezed it gently but she was not so quick to release it as she led me into the living room. She was a strikingly attractive woman in her mid forties with the same strawberry blonde hair as her daughter which was tied back into a long pony tail that fell mid way down her back. Her skin was pale and generously freckled. She wore a skirt that revealed her long slender legs and a sleeveless shirt that was open far. “Huh?” Was all I could manage.“Honey, where are you?” Jill asked with a voice of concern.“I don’t know. My mind just drifted for a moment. It feels so good to be inside you again. I was starting to worry about us.” I said, not telling her the whole truth.I began to increase my fucking. I pushed in as deep as I could get. I heard her moaning get more sporadic and heavier. Harder and harder, In and out. I was giving her my all. I was looking directly into her eyes. I saw a lust that I had not.