(Originally written by Alistair)
Before anyone could suggest anything to do, you were all interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Looking behind you to the entrance hall, you saw two familiar, curvaceous figures excitedly bound into the middle of the living room.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!” You were almost deafened by the volume of the cheerful yell emitting from the looming forms of Mariah and Lilyana, the mothers of Morgan and Avery. Mariah was dressed in a large Christmas sweater that was still somehow stretched comically around her massive breasts, the image of Santa Claus stitched on the front of it stretched comically, making his eyes look far larger than they should be. She accompanied this with a simple pair of pants and a pair of sneakers. Lilyana was wearing a similar sweater to Mariah, except hers depicted a reindeer, along with a simple red skirt and a pair of green tights.
The two women had become comfortable enough to just let themselves in whenever they came over, and their excitable personalities had not changed since the day that you first met them. You still weren’t quite used to how playful they were with you, or the fact that they never seemed to refer to you by your name, you still weren’t sure exactly why they did that.
Your thoughts were interrupted as the two excitable mothers embraced their daughters, after which both women pulled Quinn into a hug at the same time. Quinn looked both surprised and slightly uncomfortable with the sudden embrace. She clearly still wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the exuberant energy from both of the twin’s moms.
“Uh, Mrs Sinclair’s...” Quinn stammered.
“Please Quinn, it’s Mariah and Lilyana. There’s no need to be so formal with us,” Mariah chided Quinn as both women released her from their grip.
Sitting back down, flustered, Quinn simply picked up her plate and started eating again. The two mature women didn’t pay Quinn’s awkwardness too much attention, as they had just caught sight of you on the table.
“There’s the little cutie, how are ya little guy?” Mariah cooed down at you, as Lilyana looked down at you with a playful grin.
“I’m good Mrs S. Looking forward to- woah,” before you could finish your sentence, you had been plucked up by Mariah, who repeatedly started to push you into her plump, full lips over and over.
“Mwah, sorry about that little guy, couldn’t resist,” Mariah grinned at you flirtatiously as you started gasping for air now that you weren’t pressed into her lips.
“Mom, do you need to do that to him every time you see him,” Morgan groaned in embarrassment.
“Sorry dear, the little thing’s just too adorable to resist,” Mariah giggled.
Before you could get your bearings, you found yourself plucked from Mariah’s palm by the slender, pale fingers of Lilyana. Placing you down in her other palm, you could only gaze up at her porcelain, perfect face. No matter how many times you saw her, you still couldn’t get used to just how beautiful Lilyana was, how regal she looked.
Before you could contemplate these thoughts any further, you were brought face first into Lilyana’s plush lips. Whereas Mariah had gave you multiple, repeated pecks, Lilyana simple held you against her lips for around ten seconds. As she pulled you away you almost found yourself instinctively wanting more, but then you remembered this was the mother of two of your good friends and you silently scolds yourself.
“Sorry dear,” Liliana apologetically looked to Morgan. “Mariah has done this to the little man so many times I thought I must try it myself, I wanted to see if I was missing out on something.”
Smiling at you once again, Lilyana gently set you down on the coffee table before standing back up to her full, intimidating height.
As the two women settled down, conversation flowed, and you found yourself really enjoying Mariah and Lilyana’s company. They were very friendly and seemed incredibly interested in you, but like every other time you had spoken to them in the past they always seemed like they didn’t quite respect you in the same way that they did Quinn, it was strange. Although this fact didn’t detract from your enjoyment of the day.
After a while, Quinn’s phone rang. Picking it up, she began to speak.
“Hey, what’s up?” As the person on the other end of the line spoke, you saw a brief flash of worry cross Quinn’s face as she glanced to you. “Ok, mom, see you in a few minutes.”
You saw that same worry flash across Morgan and Avery’s faces as well, although Mariah and Lilyana seemed oblivious to it. Becky wasn’t supposed to show up for a few hours, and the girls had planned to hide you in one of their rooms by the time she got here. However, they wouldn’t be able to do that with Mariah and Lilyana here, since that would mean explaining Becky’s opinion on tiny guys, which would likely cause an argument since the twin’s moms loved tiny guys.
“Ooh your mom’s coming Quinn, I can’t wait to meet her,” Mariah excitedly bounced in her seat.
“Yeah? Why don’t you two come with me to meet her at the door,” as Quinn said this, she glanced to Avery, who was sitting closest to you, signalling for her to hide you somewhere while their moms were distracted.
As Quinn, Mariah and Lilyana got up and walked to the door, Avery scooped you up in her palm. Morgan also stood up and looked out the window, looking out for Becky so she could warn Avery while she looked for a place to hide you.
As you looked up to Avery to discuss where to hide you, you noticed the pink haired girls eyes were drawn to her sisters sculpted backside, contained in her red compression shorts, before darting to you. Knowing exactly what Avery was thinking, you opened your mouth to discourage her from going ahead with this idea, but before you could the hand holding you sprung into motion as Avery...
1) Pulls back the waistband on Morgan’s compression shorts, stuffs you in and let’s go. You are slingshotted into Morgan’s asscrack and before she can turn to berate Avery or pull you back out, Becky walks in.
2) Hangs you on the Christmas tree amongst the decorations, let’s hope Becky doesn’t look too closely at the tree.
3) Panics and stuffs you inside a box containing someone’s Christmas present, but what’s inside, and who is it for?
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