“I’m not sure. I guess we just celebrate like usual, the two of us,” Mom suggested.
I actually kind of liked the idea that it would just be the two of us.
I walked outside and checked on my car while Mom took a shower. I brushed off as much snow as I could and tried the ignition, just to check that it worked.
When I got inside I found Mom wearing a long red dress, the kind that fit tightly around her body but with a long slit for the leg on one side to allow some freedom. She had put most of her hair up in a messy bun, with some hair still hanging loosely at the sides of her head, striking the balance between motherly and sexy.
“Wow,” I spoke, taken aback by how alluring and elegant she looked.
“You like it?” she asked, turning and bending forward to show off how it clung to her form and giving me a better view of her cleavage in the process.
“I was going to take the opportunity to show off a bit,” she admitted. “But since it’s just you and me I guess I’ll just have to show off to you,” Mom said, chuckling to herself.
She went back to setting and decorating the table, bending forward in the process and pulling the material up around her ass. The fabric clung tightly to her bottom the whole time, showing off the perfect shape of it. Those exercises she did certainly payed off.
Fuck me, I thought. That’s ridiculously hot…
She’d put a red table cloth over the table, then placed white plates and napkins, silver candlesticks and various other decorations on it. The table looked like it was set for a fancy date, with only the two of us attending.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it. Could you check on the turkey, Nick?” she asked.
Mom walked out into the hall and opened the door. Whoever it was sure didn’t bring about any cries of happiness from Mom.
“Yes? And what do you want?” I heard her ask.
“Listen, Victoria,” Margret’s voice said. “I know we don’t get along very well-”
“Yeah? And who’s fault is that?” Mom interrupted. I suddenly felt the need to step in, before a fight broke out.
“Listen, I know I’ve been a bit-”
“A bit of a bitch,” Mom supplied.
“A bit unfair to you,” Margret finished, sounding agitated. “But it’s Christmas, and I want to make amends. We are neighbors after all. So I’ve come with a peace offering, for you and your family.”
Mom scoffed. “Sure you did. Hardly anyone is here anyway, because of the storm.”
“Oh, that’s… too bad… I’m sorry.” She actually sounded like she meant that.
“It’s just me and Mom,” I added as I reached the door.
“Oh, Nick. You, at least, made it home for Christmas?”
“Yeah, but only me.”
“Well, it’s not all bad then,” Margret said, sounding much more cheerful. Mom watched her nemesis with obvious suspicion.
“You can share this then,” she continued. “Like I said, I come with a peace offering.”
She held up a tray of frosted Christmas cookies, covered in plastic wrap.
“If you think I’m going to eat anything you’ve made…” Mom started.
“I promise they’re not poisoned,” Margret said, rolling her eyes. “Look.”
She lifted off the plastic wrap and held the plate up toward Mom.
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