Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 06

The memories of what had just happened were imprinted on his mind. The feverish kissing. Her soft lips. Her talented tongue. Even her wicked saliva. The feel of her body against his. Her massive breasts against his chest. Her perfect, firm ass against his palms. Her flat belly against his bulging cock, putting just the slightest amount of pressure against him. And her talented hands on his bulge, driving him crazy, making his cock throb and setting his balls to boil. Even now, his cock was hard as a brick in his pants, and his blood was still pumping. No matter where things went from here, he would never be able to get over the fact that he had made out with his mother-in-law. No matter how annoying and frustrating she was, at one point in his life, he had succumbed to her. He had given her what she wanted.

But not again. He wouldn't make that same mistake again. He couldn't. For the sake of his marriage, for the sake of his own soul, practically, he couldn't do this. He couldn't live with himself after committing such a betrayal. But that was his mind talking. His body, which was still buzzing, was disagreeing with his brain. His body was telling him 'Yes, yes! Fuck that hot bitch! Rail her hot ass and make her scream! Rip off her clothes and feast on those big, succulent tits of hers. Fuck that bitch hard, fill her up with cum, and betray your wife with her own mom!'

Luckily, his brain had regained control.

He knew he had to face the music, and there was no point putting it off. Steeling himself, cleaning up and making himself look like nothing was off, like he hadn't just made out like a horny teenager with his mother-in-law, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked back into the kitchen, before turning and heading back to the living room.

And still hanging in place, slightly swaying from the heated air circulating throughout the house, was the 'Electric Mistletoe', hanging innocently, almost forgotten.

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Luckily for Jon, no one seemed to catch on that anything had happened to him while he was out of the room. What had happened was so ridiculous... what could they possibly see that would make them suspect what he'd done with Sylvia? That being said, he was pretty silent, lost in his thoughts, going over what had just happened repeatedly.

Sylvia seemed unbothered by what had just happened, actively participating in the conversation, smiling and laughing. Despite the conflict inside him, every time he glanced at her, a jolt went through him. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift to her chest, at her big, round breasts straining against her tight black top. The knowledge that he could get his hands on those was a persistent thought he couldn't let go. That knowledge was enough to keep him staring. He was sure she caught him a few times, and her wicked little smirk kept his cock throbbing. Luckily, he was smart enough to arrange himself so his hard bulge wasn't visible to everyone. But through it all, from the second he locked lips with Sylvia to now, his cock had not gone down in the slightest.

Luckily, the rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. Jon didn't move from his spot on the couch, not wanting to give Sylvia the opportunity to try anything. He participated in the conversation when he had to, but otherwise, he was in his own head. Finally, everyone kind of agreed at the same moment to call it a night, and Jon was eager to get away. Giving a brief good night to his relatives, he marched upstairs to Deb's old bedroom, where he and her were stationed while staying there. Minutes later, he had changed into some thin pajama pants to sleep in. He slid into bed, hoping for sleep to come and help him escape all the poor decisions he'd made.

He would not be so lucky.

Like an excited kid on Christmas Eve, he was struggling to sleep. At midnight, with Deb sleeping easily next to him, his eyes were wide open. He hadn't even gotten close to falling asleep. He was still lost in his own thoughts. Still replaying the things he did with Sylvia. The 28-year-old was excited, but in the wrong way. Lifting up the sheet to look down, he could see his pillar still throbbing, standing proud like a tower underneath his thin pajama pants. That sucker was keeping him awake, preventing him from relaxing fully. The longer this went on, the more he realized this was a situation that had to be taken care of before he could sleep. He hated to beat off, knowing who was responsible for putting him in this state, but he needed rest. Sighing, he sat up and stood, pulling on a shirt before moving towards the door.

Wanting to remain silent, he walked softly, emerging from his room, opening and closing the door gently. He was about to make his way towards the second floor bathroom for some, uh, privacy, but he thought better of it. That bathroom was directly next to Sylvia and Roger's room and using that one would announce that he was awake to Sylvia. Again, he didn't want to give her even the slightest chance to try something, so he thought one step ahead, padding downstairs to use that restroom.

Luckily for him, the movement was almost enough to calm his nerves and clear his head. By the time he hit the first floor, he already felt a bit better, giving him hope that he might not actually have to jack off before getting some rest. Yeah, he was still rock-hard, but at the moment, it felt like less of a distraction.

Hoping that he could will himself out of his intended purpose of coming downstairs, he considered heading to the kitchen to get something to drink. He wasn't stupid though, so he spied things out, making sure Sylvia wasn't down there, ready to jump out from the shadows. Luckily, he saw no lights on. He saw no movement in the shadows, and didn't hear any noises, so he dubbed it safe to proceed. Padding lightly through the living room towards the kitchen, he flipped the light switch on and headed to the fridge. Grabbing a glass and putting it into the water dispenser built in to the fridge, he filled it halfway before bringing the glass up to his lips and sipping the cool water, coating his parched throat.

Finally alone, pacing around the kitchen, sipping water, he began to finally calm down and breathe a bit easier. He had fucked up earlier, but he hadn't done anything he could not come back from. Sure, what he had done was really bad, but things had stopped before it got worse for him. This wasn't the end of the world, just a really bad mistake, and he vowed to himself that it was one he would never make again. Newly empowered, he sipped more of the water. Breathing easier, he looked past the kitchen island, out the window above the sink, finding comfort in the falling snow in the black evening. He felt calm... at peace.

Until something caught his eye.

Above the island was that rack apparatus that allowed for Sylvia and Roger to hang pots and pans and spoons and ladles, stuff like that. And what did he see there, right in front of him, on the other side of the island, hanging on a previously unused hook?

The 'Electric Mistletoe'.

His eyes widened and he set down his glass on the cool marble. What was it doing here? How did it get here? In a flash, he suddenly remembered the description he had read off the tag earlier, about its potency and the strong effects it would impart to the people kissing underneath it. Was that it? Was this the explanation for the electricity of the make-out session he'd just shared with Sylvia? Was this what provided the otherworldly force that coerced him into locking lips with his mother-in-law? It sounded crazy, but it was the only possible explanation. As little mind he paid to things like magic and superstition, it made more sense than anything else. And this truly wasn't a situation where he had some deep, dark attraction to Sylvia, and this was just him making an excuse for his own bad behavior. No, as attractive as she was, he had never felt anything beyond annoyance for her. It was this... this trinket. This mistletoe. It had to be. It was this that had caused all his problems. He wanted to destroy it, to rip it down and tear it into a million pieces, but after what he'd already experienced, he didn't even want to touch it. But how did it get there?

"Hi there..." a voice from behind Jon said, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. He spun around quickly, turning to face the hallway leading to the dining room, and there stood Sylvia, stepping out of the shadows.

"Sylvia!" he said, shocked. As she emerged from the darkness, his eyes went wide as he saw what she was wearing. She had on a thin, sheer white nightie with lace trim adorning her luscious frame, low-cut on top and ending just below her butt, held on her shoulders by two little spaghetti straps. The slim, slinky garment was draped over her hot body, hugging her in all the right places, really showing off her hourglass frame. But such a garment was not meant for a woman with such mammoth breasts, which meant it was really straining to contain her big boobs, clinging to them. And because it was sheer, it was see-through.

And Sylvia wasn't wearing a bra.

Jon's eyes went wide. Through the sheer, he could see everything. Everything. Meaning, Jon was getting a view of Sylvia's huge breasts for the very first time. Massive and round, vaulting off her chest, they looked amazing. They were so full that they formed a natural chasm of deep, deep cleavage. There was almost no sag, with her jugs standing proud like a girl's boobs half her age would. And they shared the same, smooth olive complexion as the rest of her. And best of all, the sheer material allowed him to see each of her succulent nipples. Each massive breast was capped with a hard, rubbery nipple, surrounded by a smooth, perfectly sized pink areola. The sheer material clung to the expanse of her big tits, bursting to escape.

They looked incredible.

Unfortunately for Jon, this wasn't his wife presenting this incredible image, but his 46-year-old mother-in-law. As amazing of a sight as this was, he could not let himself enjoy it.

"I see we're both in the same boat," she said with a smirk, slowly approaching, her fleshy tits jiggling with each step she made. He had been finally calming down, but now that he was back in Sylvia's presence, with her dressed like that, his cock had reversed course, standing proud beneath his pants, hard as a brick, calling out to her, very clearly visible to her eyes.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, panicked, trying to keep his eyes up.

"Oh, this?" she said, looking down at herself and the nightie she was wearing. "It's new! It's that new 'Mrs. Claus' line 'North Pole' is selling. I figured I'd try it out tonight. You seem like the type of guy who would appreciate an outfit like this. What do you think?" Inviting him to look again, he couldn't help doing so. Looking past her huge breasts, somehow, he looked at the rest of her for the first time.

This outfit also showed off her fit belly, exposing her sexy navel through the thin material. And down below that, Jon was able to see that she was in fact wearing underwear, but it was one that really fit the wicked image she was presenting. An extra small, low-scooped, ice-blue thong, it barely covered up much of anything, covering her naughty bits and nothing else. Knowing his eyes were on her, she spun around in front of him, spinning on her bare feet so he could look at the back of her. Jon's eyes went wide as he looked at his mother-in-law's ass in a thong for the very first time.

Her ass looked incredible. Heart-shaped and firm and round, it was mouth-watering. It always looked fantastic stuffed in whatever tight pants she chose to wear, but it looked even better like this, perky and juicy. Jon couldn't stop staring. The tiny little bands of the thong stood out against her olive skin, riding along the upper ridges of her ass-cheeks. A tiny blue triangle was where these bands met, directly above her ass-crack, and that third point of the triangle pointed down, a thin string connected to it disappearing between the cheeks of her juicy ass.

"I think I have my answer," Sylvia announced with a big grin as she looked back at her son-in-law gawking at her perfect rear end. Shaking himself from his reverie, he found his words.

"Were you just hiding down here?" he croaked, his back against the kitchen island.

"Same reason you are, I suspect," she hinted, still approaching.

"Have you been down here the whole time?" Jon asked. She smiled at this.

"Sorry," she said. "It's fun to watch you squirm..." she teased. As she got closer, he turned and backed away, avoiding her by following the edge of the island.

"Sylvia, you've got the wrong idea. We can't do anything..." he said. His pillar was swaying very noticeably as he walked away from her, and she couldn't help but let her eyes drift to it for a moment.

"Right, I can definitely see I've got the wrong idea," she said, teasing him, his cock clearly calling out to her, despite what Jon said. "Listen... we both know what's happening here. That's why we both came down here..."

"I came down here to use the restroom..." Jon said, still backing up and around the kitchen island as she followed.

"Yet... you never made it, and you hung around the kitchen, as if you were waiting for someone..." she teased, smirking.

"No, it was just... I..." he began, but he was interrupted.

"Couldn't sleep because you were just so fucking horny you couldn't think straight," she finished. "Trust me, hon, we're in the same boat there. I couldn't sleep I was so excited. I just had to come down here to see if you'd be joining me. But deep down, I just knew you would..." Jon remained silent as she continued talking, and she kept following, circling the island. "So... you found an excuse to come downstairs, even though you knew we'd agreed to meet down here tonight. And you stayed down here, as if almost compelled to by something deep inside you, waiting for me to show up. Don't pretend like you don't know what's gonna happen next..." Jon kept backing away, trying to avoid her confident stride.

Was it true? Did the same force that compelled him into that illicit lip lock bring him down here? Did it generate the unease inside him in order to get him out of bed? Was it rewarding him for his acceptance by allowing him to feel better once he was out of bed and downstairs? Did this force stop him from sneaking off to the bathroom to take care of his current predicament, keeping him ready for his mother-in-law? Was this twisted, chaotic force doing everything it could to bring him and Sylvia together, despite how destructive it would be? As ridiculous as all of this sounded to Jon, something beyond him was going on here, and it seemed like the only possible explanation.

"Babe, there was nothing stopping me from coming down here and finishing what we started. I've never been so certain of any fact in my life," Sylvia said, still following him, her huge, heavy breasts jiggling hypnotically beneath her sheer nightie. Watching him continually backing away, she laughed. "Honey... you don't have to be nervous! We both know what we came here to do..."

Sylvia stopped, and Jon stopped moving in kind. They were now on opposite sides of the kitchen island, her standing right under the 'Electric Mistletoe'. She leaned over the island, facing him, jutting her tits out, really testing the strength of the sheer garment. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to them for just a moment before looking back into hers.

"Sylvia, think of your daughter..." Jon said, appealing to her motherly instincts.

"Babe, you weren't thinking of my daughter when you had your tongue down my throat," she announced, and despite his regret at that memory, his cock throbbed in his pants. Seeing his discomfort, she continued. "I can't stop thinking about that kiss. Me and you, under the mistletoe... really experiencing that Christmas Magic. I'd certainly love to do it again. The house quiet, snow falling on the night before Christmas... just feels right, doesn't it?"

"Nothing about this feels right..." Jon said, shaking his head, not moving. For a moment, an expression of annoyance crossed her face. Finally, she refocused herself.

"Jon, look at my breasts..." she told him, and her command being permission enough for him, his eyes looked down right at her big boobs, entranced by her exposed nipples through the sheer. With him watching, she reached up and cupped her massive jugs, squeezing them lightly. "Do you like them?" she asked, and he couldn't find anything to say, his mouth watering at the sight of her juicy titties. "I think you do. And you should. Not every man is lucky enough to have a mother-in-law with perfect tits. Makes staying with the in-laws not so bad, right?" she teased, squeezing her boobs again, the succulent flesh oozing between her fingers. "Stuck with the in-laws in a busy house, with all the hustle and bustle of the holiday, it can be tough. But at least you get to watch my big boobs jiggle around the house the whole time. Makes all the stress worth it, I'm sure, haha."

That had never been Jon's thinking at all, but, here in the moment... yeah, he was transfixed.

"Well..." she began. "If you come around here and join me, you can put your hands on them," she offered. "Your hands... your mouth..." she teased, drawing each word out. "Frankly, you can do just about whatever you want to them." Jon gulped at this offer. He knew better. He did. But he physically could not look away. The sight was too irresistible. He couldn't stop staring.

"Sylvia, we can't..." Jon stated, trying to sound strong, but the fact that he was staring at his mother-in-law's tits the whole time weakened his argument somewhat.

"No one would blame you for wanting to get your hands on them..." she added, bouncing her breasts in her palms. "Especially when Deb has such itty, bitty titties. You're probably dying to get your hands on a nice big pair like mine, aren't you? Even though I'm your wife's mother, you still want to get your hands on my hot body. So, come on over..." she said, pulling her hands from her breasts and spreading her arms, inviting him closer. Despite Jon's avid gaze, and his cock screaming out for pleasure, he didn't move. Despite every fiber in his body yearning to join her, he stayed in place.

"You've got the wrong idea, Sylvia," Jon began, steeling himself. Where to start? "I'm happy with Deb. I'm happy with everything about her. I don't spend my days around here staring at your chest. And I don't intend to do anything with you now."

"Well, then why did you kiss me earlier?" she said, correctly pointing out the hypocrisy in his actions.

"I don't fucking know!" he replied, still confused by what happened there. He then looked up at the mistletoe hanging above her. "Maybe it's that," he said, pointing at it. "I don't know what the fuck they put in that thing, but what happened earlier was not what I wanted. And I am not going under it again." She gave him a curious look.

"Honey, it's just some cheap little decoration," she said, his fear of the 'Electric Mistletoe' amusing to her. "Sure, it has a little bit of 'Christmas Magic', but babe... you've got to take responsibility for your own actions and desires. You have a thing for your own mother-in-law. Just accept it, and we could have a lot of fun together."

Had Jon lost his mind? Admittedly, his hypothesis did seem insane, and he probably looked like a madman he was so frazzled at this point. He brought his hands up and rubbed his forehead with his palms, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. When he finally looked up, he was shocked to realize that he was standing in a different spot in the kitchen. Somehow, when he was rubbing his head in his hands, in his daze he had ended up moving across the kitchen. To his dismay, he realized he had moved around the kitchen island, dread filling him as he realized he was now standing directly next to Sylvia, with nothing between them. She had turned to face him, her and him on either side of the hanging mistletoe.