Thanksgiving

 

Thanksgiving morning you came downstairs to find your girlfriend Alex helping your stepmom Evelyn decorate the dining room. The two were laughing and chatting away like hyennes, their eyes sparkeling. “Welll yah, iss helped me ged inna holiday spirit,” Alex slurred. 

Evelyn nodded, or at least you thought she nodded in agreement, though the way her whole body swayed, it was hard to tell. “Ssangs sweetie.  I nowe isssa bit lade, bud im juzz nod ready fer chrissmas yed,” Evelyn slurred. By the sounds of it, they had already been helping themselves to the cooking sherry. And by the smell and the haze in the room, Alex was smoking weed. 

“Pazz me the pipe 'gain dear,” Evelyn asked, racing out with one hand, and supporting herself on the table with the other. Apparently they BOTH were smoking weed.

Alex obliged, picking the pipe up with practiced ease. But before she passed it to Evelyn, she took another hit, exhaled and said, “'course mom” and reached out unsteadily to pass the pipe to the only slightly less unsteady Evelyn. Reaching across the table gave you an eyeful of Alex's but under her short skirt, and pulled you stepmom's small, yellow bralette top tight over her hard nipple. 

Then Alex poured herself another glass of sherry. 

Clearly a seasoned veteran, Evelyn took a hit with ease. The sight of the two women you loved, their tantalizing curves, getting drunk and high together, made your heart race and your cheeks flush with desire. 

The goose wasn’t cooked yet, but like the bird in the oven, these two were well on their way. This was going to be a great Thanksgiving, one you would always remember fondly, even if Evelyn and Alex would struggle to.