A Different Kind of Christmas Suit

Sean blinked his eyes several times, unable to believe what he saw in front of him. Inside the brightly lit living room, a dark-haired woman was bent over the side of a sofa, entirely naked. A man stood close behind her, naked as well. It didn't take more than a second to realize they were fucking.

"Holy shit," Sean repeated under his breath.

Her body in profile to the teenage voyeur, Sean's eyes roamed over Amanda "Mandy" Emerson's curves. Fuck me! Sean shouted in his head, noting how tight and toned Mandy's figure was without any bodyfat. A pair of perky, medium-sized tits swayed slightly as the cock plunged in and out of her pussy from behind. Not wanting to see Derek Emerson's dick, Sean kept his appraisal short of Mandy's toned, tight ass. Even if he could see only a side view, Sean marveled in amazement. It's even better than I imagined.

The thought of his imagination made Sean wonder if he was still asleep in his bedroom and dreaming. I should pinch myself. Before he could do that, Derek grabbed Mandy's long hair, wrapping it around his hand, and yanked her head back. Sean groaned as he saw those perky tits jut out as her back arched off the couch. When Mandy moved her arms behind her head to grab the back of Derek's neck, Sean thought he had witnessed the hottest pose ever. She moved to meet his lips with hers. Fortunately, they faced the side away from their watcher. Patting his pocket, he cursed. Shit! Of all the nights to forget my phone.

Derek removed his relatively new bride's hands away, pushing her down onto the sofa's arm. Moving back a little, it appeared that he spread his wife's legs further apart. Then with a loud slap to her ass—one that Sean swore he heard from his spot on the sidewalk—Derek started to fuck his wife hard. Cocking his head to the side slightly, the teen watched Mandy's head swing around, along with what pleasurable facial expressions he could see. Although he couldn't decipher what the dark-haired beauty screamed, Sean could tell from her open mouth and the muffled sounds that Mandy was a talker during sex. That made her almost hotter in his eyes, and he had considered her to be way hot five minutes earlier.

Sean loved to fantasize about women who lost their minds in a lustful haze. He pictured them screaming filthy talk while they performed sexual acts that they might usually say no to. One thing that Beyza had going for her while they dated was her passion for sex. Despite her inexperience, she wasn't the type of girl that just laid there. Bey had been the one that initiated their trying out of different positions. Sean suspected her mother, Annette, had given her tips or advice. His mother's friends often talked about how wild and slutty Mrs. Baris had been back in high school.

A scream loud enough for him to hear snapped Sean from his thoughts about Beyza. Inside the Emerson home, it appeared that Mandy had orgasmed. Sean cursed himself for missing it. Lucky for him, Derek didn't give his wife much of a breather before he started to piston his pole back inside Mandy. Hearing a whine, Sean glanced to see Watson sitting on his butt watching Sean. If a dog could have a what-the-fuck-are-we-waiting-for-face, then Watson had it on at the moment.

"Shhh, just give me a few more minutes," Sean told the dog.

Turning back inside, Sean saw that the Emersons had switched positions. Derek sat on the couch with only his shoulders and the back of his head visible to the teenager. Mandy straddled her husband's lap, beginning to bounce up and down as they passionately kissed. Sean realized that at this new angle, he couldn't make out much. Occasionally, he could see Mandy's perfect B-cups once they stopped kissing, and she rose high enough while Derek's head shifted. Out of nowhere, Mandy threw her head back as another orgasm hit.

Sean attempted to adjust his rock-hard erection in his pants. It had started to grow painful from the insane sight before him. Looking back up, the teen froze in fear. Panting from the latest exertion, Mandy's eyes looked out toward her front lawn. Oh fuck, oh fuck, please don't see me. Please! In his head, Sean chanted, afraid to move and hopeful that standing under the tree blocked the streetlight from illuminating him. Staring at her face, Sean imagined that her eyes were glazed over from the fucking from this distance. He didn't know how long she stared out her front window. It felt like ten minutes to the teen but was likely a minute at the most.

Suddenly, a bang sounded from his right, causing Sean to nearly have a heart attack. Swinging his head over, he noticed the Gibbles' front door open and several people streaming out. Looking back at the Emersons, they were now kissing again. Deciding to was time to leave, Sean nodded to Watson.

"Time to go, buddy."

Tired of waiting around, the beagle took off at a fast pace, one that Sean preferred too. Glancing over his shoulder, he silently wished for one last Christmas present. Oh, please tell me that Mrs. Emerson didn't see me, or at least that she won't tell her husband that I watched them.

Scurrying past the Mazons' home, Sean slowed down as he reached JoJo's house, adjusting his erection. He saw her uncle putting bags filled with presents into the trunk while his wife strapped their sleeping youngest son into the car seat. Hearing Watson's whine for attention, JoJo's uncle turned his head.

"Happy Holidays, Sean."

"Same to you, Uncle Jack," Sean replied. Having known JoJo's family since before he could talk, he always referred to them as if they were his own. Nodding at the overfilled trunk, he added. "It looks like the kids made out like bandits."

"I've told them not to spoil them, but they never listen," Marielle Hewitt explained after gently shutting the car door. Turning, she hugged the teenager, who tried to stay sideways for the hug, keeping his hard-on away from her body. "Merry Christmas, Sean."

"Jacky! You forget this," came a cry from the door.

Sean turned to see his best friend's mother on the porch, waving an item in her hand. Jillian Gibble smiled broadly when she saw who her sister-in-law stood talking to. Moving off the porch, she met her brother, handing him the item he forgot before continuing toward the other two.

"I thought you might stop over, Sean," Jillian said, showing her disappointment as she bent down to pet Watson. He immediately felt guilty for not doing so. Mrs. Gibble brought that out in people as she was the perfect mother's image brought to life. Kind, caring, and extremely patient, she always seemed to be there for her children and friends. A couple of years older than his own mother, Jillian had long, wavy golden-brown hair and hazel eyes. What Sean struggled not to see in recent months was the pair of very large breasts and a curvy ass that his best friend's mother had. Even worse for Sean, people often said that JoJo looked a lot like her mother when she was younger.

"Sorry, Mrs. Gibble. It was kind of hectic at our house."

"Oh, I heard about Gino and Jana. Such wonderful news, they make a lovely couple," Jillian stated. Sean had to wait for her to explain the engagement news to her brother and sister-in-law. Mrs. Gibble would've gone on forever if two interruptions had happened. First, her seven-year-old nephew popped open the car door opposite of them.

"Are we going or what?" the kid demanded loudly, worrying his parents that he might wake up his younger siblings.

Second, Jillian's eighty-something-year-old grandfather walked out of the front door, accompanied by Jillian's cousin, Lemon Leighton, and a man that Sean never met before. Lemon's face lit up when she saw Sean, leading her to hurry over and hug the teenager. She quickly introduced her latest boyfriend.

"Hello, Shane," the patriarch of the Hewitt family said gruffly.

"Papa, you know his name is Sean. You've known that for almost eighteen years," Jillian scolded her grandfather.

Lemon appeared highly concerned by the name slipup. Sean imagined her worrying that the elderly man was starting to develop Alzheimer's or something. She shouldn't be as the old man had called Sean by different names for years. There was Shane, Seth, Gene, and John, the damn name that his pre-school teacher kept on calling him in a misunderstanding. Sean knew the name mistakes were on purpose as JoJo's great-grandfather had made it known multiple times that boys and girls as best friends was unnatural.

The Hewitts quickly said their goodbyes, allowing Sean to escape back home. Entering through the front door, he noticed it was quiet. Unhooking Watson's leash, the dog left the foyer with a left turn toward the kitchen. Taking off his coat, Sean heard his mother greet Watson. Deciding to check in before heading downstairs, he found his mother sitting at the round kitchen table in the breakfast nook that overlooked the front yard. Several photo albums sat next to her along with a half-empty glass of wine.

Deep down, Sean knew his mother to be beautiful, but he fought not to think about it like many children. A youthful-looking woman of forty years old, Bridget had long, wavy caramel blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, and a curvy ass. A former cheerleading captain in high school, she kept in great shape, working out several days a week. An outgoing woman with a great sense of humor, she kept a sunny demeanor most days, despite juggling her job and being there for her children. So when Sean noticed how sad she looked, he knew the right thing to do.

"Everything okay, Mom?"

"Oh, I'm just looking through some old pictures of when I was little," Bridget responded, wiping a tear. Sean knew that meant the pictures were of Cassie and Tinny, her childhood best friends. Both wouldn't be at the reunion of friends this week, but for very different reasons.

"Uh, are we still going at ten tomorrow morning?" Sean questioned, hesitant to mention that he heard them fighting earlier.

"You heard us, huh?" Bridget signed. Grabbing the wine glass, she gulped down the remaining half inside. "Could you be a dear and grab the bottle?"

Nodding, Sean walked to the middle of the kitchen, picking up the wine bottle off the kitchen island. He noticed that his father didn't appear to be in the family room that sat beyond the kitchen.

"So, where's Dad?" he felt the need to ask but knew the likely spot.

"In his office...as always," Bridget revealed, pouring only another half a glass. Gesturing for him to sit down on another chair, she asked, "Did you have a good Christmas, honey? Get everything you wanted?"

"I think so," Sean shrugged, before remembering his manners. "Thanks again."

"I thought you would've gone with to see the decorations," Bridget commented, and he knew she expected an answer.

"Didn't feel like it. Besides, I already saw them last month," Sean replied.

"I'm sorry for all the tension today. It wasn't much of a holiday," his mother apologized, patting his arm. "Your Aunt Bev can drive me nuts, I tell you. She expects us to do what she wants. If not, then it's complaining time. Growing up with her...it was trying at times."

"Yeah, I feel bad for Gino and Brynn sometimes. It always sounds like Aunt Bev dictates their lives," Sean remarked, recalling numerous incidents over the years. He was happy that his mother didn't take after her sister; his father was bad enough.

"Gino's never seemed to mind. I think he enjoys it, to be honest. I wouldn't be surprised if Bev hadn't been the one to suggest he buy a ring for Jana." Pausing, Bridget took another sip from her wine. "That poor girl. I wouldn't want my worst enemy to have my sister for a mother-in-law."

"Brynn's the one that I worry about more," Sean revealed, earning a nod from his mother.

"Yes, the poor girl is too sheltered. Bev should've let her live in the dorms rather than commute from home. Well, Brandy and I have a plan. We talked to your grandparents. They're going to start working on your aunt about allowing Brynn to transfer from Breakwater to Zurbrugg," Bridget revealed, referring to the two best colleges in the area. "Peyton said she'd be happy to let her live with the girls next year, and you'll be around for company too."

"That would be great," Sean responded. "Aunt Bev knows that Peyton is a serious student, not a wild partier. The only issue is..."

"Lana," Bridget finished. "One battle at a time, honey. One battle at a time." Glancing around the table, the floor, and then the rest of the kitchen, Bridget seemed to think over something. "Ah, I must have left it upstairs. Sean, would you be a dear and run to your old room. I left a shoebox with pictures up there."

"Sure. Where is it?"

"It should be right out in the open on the bed or dresser," Bridget informed him as the phone rang. Glancing at the clock, Sean saw that it was almost ten o'clock. He waited a moment to make sure there wasn't a problem. "It's Rachel," his mother informed him.

Armed with that information, Sean got up. He noticed Watson asleep in the corner of the room behind his mom in one of the dog's beds. The beagle had at least four dog beds scattered around the house, even though he usually preferred a couch to nap on. Heading up the stairs, Sean realized that his mom never answered his question about when they were leaving for Wasp Lake tomorrow.

Two hours in the car with them, Newt, and Newt's tablet? Can my life get any worse? Sean wondered, entering his old bedroom. Six years ago, his parents decided to undertake a major renovation of the house. Unhappy because he felt that he never got any peace and quiet, Leonard wanted a master suite far away from the kids' bedrooms. A new addition had been built onto the rear of the home. While the plans were getting put together, Leonard's parents retired to the Sun Belt. Knowing they and other family members might need guest rooms when they visited, the renovation expanded to include a basement remodel. Seeing her chance, Peyton claimed her parents' former bedroom. It was far larger than his or hers. Knowing that Sean felt left out, along with her feeling upset that Leonard denied her request to build a home office for herself, Bridget suggested that her son take the new guest bedroom in the basement. While it was about the same size as his old room, it offered more privacy and was just down the hall from the new entertainment room. Jumping at the chance, Sean moved his things as fast as he could. Now the kids' two former bedrooms turned into guest rooms, with Bridget using part of Sean's old room as her makeshift office.

Scanning the dresser and bed for the shoebox, Sean always felt weird in his old room. He'd had tons of good times in here, but the room had changed. Where a back window had once been, now there was a door, leading out to a small deck above the master suite addition. There it is. Sean headed toward the side of the room, where the shoebox sat on the nightstand in front of the window. Reaching to pick up the box, he froze.

"No way."