Seth’s Story
It was a couple of weeks before Christmas and we were in the midst of holiday chaos… holiday chaos was my flipping favorite kind of chaos! Our country road had become a destination for Christmas light hunters, so it was a little louder than usual this time of year. Add to that all the parties, Christmas shopping, school Christmas programs, my in-laws being back in town for the winter, etc. and you had total chaos. But y’all know me, I embrace chaos and step into it. We decided to have a big party for all the Villagers old and new… actually it was Izzy’s idea. We were walking through Target shopping for a solid red dress for Izzy to wear while singing ‘I saw mommy kissing Santa Clause’ in the Kindergarten Holiday show with twenty plus other offkey munchkins.
Ali was riding in the cart, Izzy was walking at my side, and Teddy and Freddy had taken off to look at the toys. We passed the Christmas decorations and Izzy said, “Let’s have a Kwissmiss powty fo aw my fwendz.”
I rummaged through the racks of tiny red dresses making conversation with her like I always did (I loved hearing her talk about her ideas… she had the best imagination) and said, “That could be fun. Who would you invite?”
She started with the obvious, “Maggie my fwend, Ali my fwend, Fweddy my fwend, Teddy my fwend, Abbi my fwend, Olli my fwend, Mewcedes my fwend…” then came the core of the idea. “Asso my fwend, Taylo my fwend, Coe-Ton my fwend, Ella my fwend, Cwaig my fwend, Caylub my fwend, Cheese my fwend, Wibbo my fwend, Mabowick my fwend, WayWay my fwend…” you get the point. She rambled off the name of every villager she could think of. As they say, out of the mouths of babes… it was a genius idea. The guys were all moving on and building lives of their own. I was so damn proud of every one of them, but it meant they needed us less, and we didn’t see them as much. It also meant I had to work harder to keep in touch with all of them. A Villager Christmas party was the perfect way to do that.
Freddy and Teddy came back from their adventure in the toy department and joined the conversation. The kids went on about what the party would be like, Izzy, Freddy, and Ali had great ideas… lots of food, presents, maybe we could invite Santa or one of his helpers. I gave Zach a call, he was at his parents helping them with some home project.
He answered the phone with, “hey, how’s Target, Daddy Zeff?” I laughed and told him about Izzy’s party idea, he loved it! We conferenced in Max and Brody, everyone was onboard. We decided to do a brunch at our house the following Sunday, then divvied up the work. I took on the guest list, Zach took on gifts, Max said he’d help with food, Brody promised to get Daddy to play Santa. I told the kids that the party was on, they all cheered as we made our way through the checkout line! I swear the entire store was staring at us.
The whole ride home they threw out ideas for the party, everything from Santa in a bouncy house, to presents falling from the sky. They let their imaginations go wild… after the initial crazy ideas we talked guest list. “I wanna call Asso.” Izzy barked from the backseat. ‘Why the hell not’ I thought. It was her idea, let her invite the guys.
“You can call and invite him, but he lives far, far away and probably can’t come, so don’t be sad if he says no” I warned. “But he’ll be happy you invited him.” She seemed to understand, but wanted so badly to include him so we called. The phone was connected to the Atlas, and we dialed up Asso.
“Hello, Seth?” a voice on the other end of the line asked meekly.
“Asso, it ME! Izzy!” my daughter yelled into the speaker from the backseat.
“Hi, Izzy!” Asher said with a chuckle in his voice, I swear I could hear his smile. He and Izzy had a bond that’s hard to explain. When Asher was at his loneliest point, Izzy was at her sweetest; she had made best friends with a tomato from our garden that she named Belle (don’t ask… I swear that kid lives in her own world). When she saw that Asher needed a friend, well… Izzy being Izzy shared her friend with him; she gave him Belle the tomato. That really did something for Asher, she made him feel welcomed and loved in a world where he had felt overlooked. He started opening up more, his confidence grew, his outlook on life changed. Fast forward to now where Asher has a great job, lots of friends, and is building a life for himself in Phoenix (and rumor has it he’s got more men than he knows what to do with). My kid played a big role in that… she gave him hope. I wish all my clients had an emotional support Izzy to help them through the lonely times.
“You coming to a powty at my house fo Kwissmiss” Izzy said.
“Tell him when” I whispered from the front seat.
“Next Sunday at my house. Santa will bring pwesents and food, I will sing you a song.” She said with excitement. The other three kids in the back all yelled out their party ideas and begged him to come.
“That sounds like so much fun” he said sincerely. “I miss all you guys so much, but I don’t think I can come. I have a lot of work to do” Asher said letting the kids down easy. The Atlas filled with tiny voices begging him ‘puuuuuullleeeease’ and trying to convince him to come home. He finally shut them up with, “I’ll try you guys… but this is the best invitation I ever got in my whole life.” Asher was an emotional person, and I could hear them choking up before he hung up the phone. I decided to call them later and make sure he knew it was okay if he didn’t come, Asher is the kind of person that would drop everything and spend his very last dime just to make someone else happy. I had to let him off the hook. Anyway… after Asher we called all the Villagers near and far inviting them to Izzy’s ‘Kwissmiss Powty.’ All the calls were a riot, Freddy, Teddy, Izzy, and even Ali talking over each other and telling the guys about their vision for the “powty.” Things came together fast.
The guys all got a kick out of the kids inviting them, all the locals accepted, Asher and Trevor really wanted to come (especially Asher), but it was a lot to ask for a last minute, casual Christmas party. Sams lives in Tennessee, however, he accepted. He, Marcus, and his family were going to be in town to celebrate the holidays early with his extended family. I think the best part of the conversation was when Sams put us on speaker phone so his parents and Marcus could hear the details too. Izzy took the lead telling them all about the “powty,” when two little voices chimed in almost in unison, “Who’s that girl?”
“I Izzy. Who you?” Izzy barked back at Sams’ twin sisters, the two little girls who dared to question her. Izzy had this tone when she was getting ready to go into full-on bitch mode… she got so serious, and her voice took on the growling quality, our entire family knew it. Ali pulled the sippy cup out of his mouth and turned his head to look at his sister waiting for bitch mode to kick in. Freddy and Teddy both stopped talking and looked at me in the rearview mirror with knowing looks on their faces. It was silent inside the Atlas.
“I’m Charlie” one tiny voice said.
“I’m Rosie” said the other.
Sams was laughing, “those are my little sisters, Izzy. Izzy is my friend from North Carolina” Sam explained to the girls.
“Do you like Frozen” one of the girls asked Izzy.
“Let it go, let it go, let it goooooo” Izzy sang out as loud as she could. Then Sams’ sisters joined in, then Ali, then even Teddy and Freddy joined in. Next came five minutes of excited chatter about who their favorite princesses were, then Izzy told them all about her personal relationship with ‘Wella.’ That’s the thing about kids… it takes about 5 minutes for them to find common ground and become besties, I wish adults were more like that.
“Hey, Sams, feel free to bring your family if they’re available” I offered.
“Thanks for the invite, I think most of the family stuff is happening Saturday night” his dad shouted from a distance. “We’ll talk it over and check our schedules. Sams will let you know.” Then he added, “it’s good to hear from you, Seth.” Sams dad was a good guy, and a big supporter of The Village.
We finished all the calls before we pulled into the drive of BroMax Farm to drop Teddy off. Max and Brody came out (each carrying a twin as always) and we talked more about the party. The thing about life in The village, is that we all rallied around new ideas, and everything came together quickly. Before the end of the day, we had our plan together.
It was a cold North Carolina winter night and we had built a fire in the fireplace. The kids played in front of it until it was time to go to bed, Ali was mesmerized by the flames, he just stared at them, occasionally letting out an ‘OOO’ or ‘AHHHH’ whenever the fire made a *pop* sound or a flame went higher than the others. I loved the expression on his tiny face as he took in the magic of winter. God, he was so flipping cute.
After the kids were tucked in, I popped some popcorn and me and Zach just sat on the couch in our sweats watching Christmas Vacation. I looked over at the fireplace and noticed the fire was starting to die. “I think we need another log” I said quietly hoping Zach would deal with it. I was laying on my back with my head in Zach’s lap, the next thing I knew, his manhood was hard as a rock and pushing at the back of my head. I could feel it pulsating! I looked up at my husband who was looking down at me with a shit eating gin. He made his member pulse under my head again and pushed his hips up just a little to emphasize the point.
“I got a log for you” he said with snark in his voice and a smirk on his face. Damn, after all these years and all we’d been through, I still couldn’t resist my hot, blonde, dream jock. I lifted my head then rolled over on my stomach so my face was inches from his crotch. Zach lifted his perfect, soccer-built ass from the couch and wriggled his sweat pants off and down to his ankles… and there it stood in all its magnificent glory. His perfect, thick, Christmas candy-hard cock with his warm balls dangling comfortably underneath, damn it was so inviting. I took a deep whiff; Zach had been working on something at his parents’ house all day and the scent of his sweaty musk tainted with just a hint of his body spray drove me insane with lust. I buried my nose in his trimmed, blonde bush, then sniffed around his balls. My tongue tenderly (at first) lapped his balls, then gave a nice long lap to the underbelly of his yule log making him moan quietly.
My tender licks turned into a lust-induced frenzy of licking and sucking. He kicked his sweats and underwear completely off, then spread his legs further apart. I got on the floor, on my knees between his legs and took his hard magnificence in my mouth and down my throat until I gagged on it. My eyes watered and phlegm built up in my throat coating his cock. I moved my mouth up and down on him, my hand followed. Zach had his hands behind his head as he lifted his hips to fuck my face. His hips were lifting and swirling, moving anyway they could, trying to invade me. I squeezed his balls in my hand, I could feel them rise as he came close to climax… shit, he was ready to finish and I was just getting started. I pulled off him then pushed on the back of his thighs to give myself access to his sweaty hole. His scent was strong and his hole was tight. I licked up and down his crack, spitting in his hole now and then to make him wet, finally I dove in, driving my tongue deep inside him. Zach grabbed the back of his thighs and slunk down into the couch cushions opening his ass for me, “fuck yes, eat that hole, babe” he begged. “Fucking eat me out” he begged a second time (that was totally unnecessary, I was all in before he even spoke). I ate that ass like a Christmas turkey, and I can guarantee you I wasn’t leaving leftovers. Lost in my lust, I gave his ass a nice *smack* as I parted his ass cheeks with my hands and fucked him with my tongue. Damn, I just couldn’t get enough.
In a surprise move, Zach stopped me. “I gotta fuck you” he said as got off the couch. I was still on the floor, on my knees, and he pushed me forward so I was bent over the couch. I shed my clothes and stiffened my legs so that my ass was in the air. Zach went to work like he was one of Santa’s elves, and ate me out like a pro. After a few minutes of rimming, and a good smack to my ass, he lined up and pushed in using only his spit as lube. Fuck! He filled me perfectly, and he felt so damn good inside me. All my oral work had him revved up and ready to go, he pounded my ass hard and fast. It took him less than a dozen strokes to fill me with Christmas magic! He didn’t stop fucking me after he came, his cum made my hole slicker and he gained even more momentum. I stopped him just long enough to flip onto my back on the couch with my ass hanging off. Zach pushed his way back inside my hole and fucked me as hard as he could. My neck was bent against the back of the couch, and my knees pushed so hard against my chest that they left red marks.
I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started to stroke myself, Zach spit on it to make it slick. My hand was moving swiftly up and down my shaft as Zach’s cock stimulated my prostate. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot” I whispered. Zach moved faster and harder, then just as I was about to shoot, he shot a second load up my ass. He kept pounding as my load flew into the air and landed on my torso. Zach made one final slam into my ass before leaning down and kissing me with a passion that only the two of us knew.
Zach finally stood up and I laughed out loud. “Your T-shirt is covered in cum” I said with a snort. He reached out is hand and pulled me up off the couch.
“Well, you just left a stain on the couch where our children play” he chuckled. “Guess we’ll have to clean that before the big party.” That made me snicker.
Zach snuffed the fire before we went up to bed, and I moved Bob (our Elf On The Shelf) into Izzy’s room, he was putting her Barbie dolls away to let her know she forgot to. Bob was a big part of Christmas tradition around our house ever since Aunt Gina first introduced him to the kids the first Christmas we were all together, and the kids paid close attention to his every move.
When we finally got to bed, Zach spooned me and I fell fast asleep in his arms. Sunday morning the kids woke us up early, I could hear Izzy “whispering” on the other side of the bed (her whispers were louder than most people’s normal voices), “Daddy Sach, you waked up yet?”
“No” Zach groaned, “I’m sleeping.”
“No, you not. You talking to me, Izzy” Izzy replied. Then I heard her giggle, I assumed Zach opened his eyes.
I opened my eyes to see Ali’s beautiful, brown eyes staring at me. He was barely an inch from my face and when my eyes opened, he lit up with a big smile and said, “hi.”
“Hey buddy, you’re up early” I said. “You want to get in bed with me?” He nodded and I lifted him up into the bed. Zach did the same with Izzy… the four of us lay there. quietly for all of two minutes before Izzy started a tickle fight with Zach. Within seconds we were all tickling each other and giggling… Freddy walked in.
“There’s everybody” he yelled then ran over and jumped into the middle of the bed followed by Petunia. Oh my god, there is no better way to wake up than to the sound of three happy as hell kids giggling, and having a dog licking all your faces. It was clear we were officially done sleeping.
“C’mon gang, let’s get breakfast” I said scooping up Ali. On the other side of the bed Zach had jumped up taking Izzy with him. Freddy and Petunia led the way to the kitchen, he was already feeding her before the rest of us even made it down the steps. Me and Zach buckled the kids into their seats then started breakfast. Freddy pulled out the stool and got the plates and bowls out for everyone, he even filled Ali’s cup with orange juice… he was such a massive help with the other kids and the dog. When breakfast was ready, we all sat down and ate together, the subject of the Christmas party dominated the conversation. We talked about what we had to do to get ready, and brainstormed about gifts for the guys. Dear lord, the kids had a million ideas like hair scrunchies for Taylor, an apron for Colton, a plant for Craig and different plant for Maverick (for some reason they had to be different plants), apparently Cheese needed a Nerf gun because he was a policeman, River needed corn seeds (don’t ask me why, I have no clue), RayRay needed a briefcase because he had a business… the list went on and on. God, I loved the way their minds worked. Zach took notes, and after breakfast we went shopping. While the kids picked out their gifts for everyone, Zach and I bought all the guys gifts from the Village for Santa to hand out. After that, we went home and wrapped the gifts together. The adult gifts were wrapped perfectly, and the kids gift looked like… well, like the kids wrapped them.
“Let’s call Momma n’ invite she to da’ powty” Izzy suggested while we wrapped. Ugh, Karen was a sore subject around our house at the moment. We had gotten her all set up after her release… we helped her find a job, an apartment, etc. but she was testing our patience. I guess the best way to put it was that she was “unreliable.” She would forget to pay her rent… she had the money, she’d just forget. She would show up late for work at the dry cleaners… then she begged RayRay to hire her so she could make some extra money and he ended up firing her after a couple of days because he couldn’t rely on her. When it came to the kids, they would invite her over for dinner and get all excited… then she wouldn’t show. The kids were so excited about this party, and the last thing I wanted was for her to freaking ruin it for them. But before I could even say anything, Freddy came to my rescue.
“No. This party is for the guys, not Momma.” Freddy was older and he wasn’t stupid, he understood that bad chaos followed wherever Karen went. He also understood what her disappointment did to Izzy… Freddy was as loyal as they came, and Karen had worn out her welcome with him. At least for the time being. Izzy accepted Freddy’s explanation and dropped the subject. At first, we had felt bad that Karen lost the kids, but there was no better proof that they were better off with us than Karen herself.
Anyway, we spent our evenings doing party prep, and the excitement built all week long… then finally, it was Sunday again. It was about 5AM when Izzy burst into our bedroom dressed in her favorite party dress (which she had on backwards), and yelled “IT POWTY DAY!!!!! That it was.
To be continued…
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