Turn up the heat on your parents.

While the parents make some terse chit-chat, you skim away to the kitchen to fix some drinks for everyone. You fix a few glasses of your holiday specialty, boozy eggnog laced with a certain power aphrodisiac. While you're there, you also tick up the thermostat a few notches, making sure that all the people involved will lose their sweaters. As you sit back down in the living room with them, you can already see Emma's mom start to pull off her cardigan, and you can see both dad's eyes locked to the way her tight shirt hugs her massive breasts. Your mom is even getting an eyeful before you set the drinks down and restore order. You raise up a glass and propose a toast.

"To Emma, the one we're all here to please." They toast in kind, before everyone takes a good swig of spiked eggnog. You make a little speech about your shameless whore of a girlfriend, peppering in a few slips to send their imaginations going.

"I really do love her so much. She's such a bon vivant, she just makes me feel so much more alive whenever our bodies touch. She feels so good to be ins-- to be in love with. Even if sometimes she's a bit of a handful." You get some choked laughs, as everyone in the room is trying not to seem too excited. They all know exactly what you mean by "handful".

"If you don't mind me saying," your dad comments to Emma's parents, "I think you've done a fine job with that young lady. Anyone who makes my son that happy has got to have some very loving, adoring parents to raise her right and treat her the way she deserves." Your mom places a hand on Dad's leg, but it's easy to read it as an emotional moment. Emma's parents brush off the praise a bit, modestly, even though her dad is getting a bit of dry mouth.

"Oh, no, it's you we should be thanking for your son. He's been taking such good care of our little Emma, she's just having the time of her life, enjoying everything there is to enjoy in this world." Emma's mom has her head pointed at you, but her eyes are fixed on your jeans. She's already imagining what it'll be like to share you with Emma in your own bed.

Right now, both sets of parents are lost in their own sex fantasies about their kids, just the way you wanted. You've no doubt that the Moms are thinking of taking shifts sucking your cock, and the Dads are both waiting for the main course to arrive (with the unknown surprise dessert of Sophia). That's to say nothing of how they're not-so-subtly eyefucking one another, breaking some serious laws about coveting one another's wives. Your mom pulls off her ugly Christmas sweater and takes another sip of eggnog, and you can see Emma's Dad ease back on the couch, letting his enormous bulge jut a bit more prominently from his pants. He thinks he's taking a big risk by blatantly displaying himself to your Mom, which he almost takes as a dare.

There's still some time left before Emma arrives, and you're trying to think of how to really get them boiling hot.