Rhea Sweet – Mommy Under The Mistletoe

This is hard for me to ask. I’ve sensed a certain kind of energy with you for quite some time that I just can’t ignore. In a way, I’m hoping I’m wrong about this, but even more so I’m hoping that I’m right. This might sound crazy, so I’ll just come out and ask. Do you have feelings for me? I don’t know quite what it is, but do you have… deeper feelings for me? Do you fantasize about me? You nod yes, and I sense much more behind that gesture than you let on. I reach out and touch your face. I glance down at my wedding ring with a sense of trepidation. I didn’t marry your step-father and have you, just to end up with these thoughts and feelings brewing between us. I don’t know why, but ever since I was suspicious of your feelings, something lit up inside of me. I can’t control it anymore. I can’t stop dreaming about us. Dreaming of kissing you, your hands on my body, touching me… undressing me. But we shouldn’t let this go on. I must put a stop to these feelings. That means you must do the same. Promise me you’ll stop imagining being with me. At this point, you give me a gift. The necklace you give me clearly means much more than just keepsake. It represents your deeper need for me. I can’t help myself any longer. I lean in and kiss you passionately. Oh, step-son are you sure you want to do this? Yes, I’m sure too. You put your hands on me as I’ve long wanted you to. I tentatively and playfully take off my top for you. Then it all begins. There is no going back.