The Stocking Was Hung by Tara Sivec Read Free Book Online Page B

it’s her mother fucking job. I knew the moment I kissed Noel that her mouth could double as a weapon of mass destruction, and if all of the blood in my body was still in my head instead of my dick, I’d tell her that. She gently massages my balls, her tongue circling around the head of my cock, and I know I’m not going to last long, an apology on the tip of my tongue that I promise to make it up to her as soon as this orgasm gets out of my system after being pent up for eighteen months.
    Sure, I had plenty of orgasms over the last year and a half, but doing them with your own hand is a hell of a lot different than having it down with a mouth as sweet as Noel’s.
    “Sam.”
    Her voice flutters through my conscious and I realize her mouth has moved away from my cock.
    “Sam,” she says again, a little louder this time.
    I try not to curse and beg for her to put her mouth back where it was, but it’s a little hard. Scratch that, it’s really fucking hard and I really fucking want to come.
    “SAM! Wake the fuck up!”
    My eyes fly open and I jerk up, blinking my eyes rapidly while trying to figure out where the hell I am and why my dick is hard enough to cut through all the icicles hanging from the window outside right above me.
    I hear loud knocking followed by a chipper voice.
    “Hello?! Are you kids awake? I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in!”
    Noel. Aunt Bobbie. Noel’s parents. Home for Christmas. SHIT!
    Before I can fully process where I am and what’s happening, the woman I was just having the hottest dream ever about quickly rolls to the edge of the bed, grabs my arm and yanks me up toward her.
    Yep, time to wake the fuck up and move my ass. Noel’s “boyfriend” probably shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor instead of in bed with her.
    “Hurry up! Get in bed before she gets in here!” Noel whispers frantically while I scramble up from the floor, getting tangled in the blankets while my arms flail and I fall on top of her. Or should I say, face first right between her blanket covered legs.
    “I brought muffins and coffee!” Noel’s mother announces happily as she throws open the door and I hear it bang against the opposite wall since I didn’t have time to remove my face from the warmth of Noel’s crotch.
    “Oh, my God! I’m closing my eyes, I’m closing my eyes!” she shouts, my head finally lifting slightly to see the woman standing in the doorway in a fluffy pink bathrobe, curlers in her hair, one hand covering her eyes, and the other hand holding a tray of what looks to be blueberry muffins and two cups of steaming coffee.
    “I’m so glad my daughter found someone so adventurous, Logan,” Noel’s mother announces as she keeps one hand over her eyes and shuffles blindly into the room, setting the tray down on top of the dresser. “Reggie doesn’t believe in oral before breakfast.”
    “Jesus, Mom!” Noel complains as I roll to my side, still between her legs because…well, because it’s warm and cozy, and maybe if I stay here long enough, she’ll forget about that whole no hanky-panky thing. After her mother leaves, of course.
    “Oh, don’t be such a prude, Leon,” her mother scoffs, hand still over her eyes as she now walks backward to the open door. “You should be happy your father and I still have such an active sex life. Thank God for his medical marijuana prescription. I was getting a little bored with always being on top because of the arthritis in his hips. He’s much more agile when he’s high.”
    It’s a wonder I still have a dick at this point and it hasn’t detached itself from my body, scurrying away in horror.
    “I’m going to remove my hand from my eyes now.”
    “Mom, we have clothes on, it’s fine,” Noel says with a huff as her mother slowly lowers her hand.
    “Well, that’s disappointing,” she mutters, shoving her hands into the pockets of her bathrobe and walking quickly toward the bed.
    “Open up,” she demands.
    I glance at