“Now that went well.” Vivian took a seat next to Jason, stretching her sore arms and unwittingly baring a better view of her creamy breasts as they squeezed together as a result of the movement. “And you’re still on the same game. Don’t you have anything else to do?” A teasing grin appearing on her face.
“I mean what else can I do? I wanted to go for a run but it’s freezing outside… hey you think we’ll have a White Christmas this year?”
“Looks likely, it’s been colder than usual,” Vivian looked up at the miniature antique grandfather’s clock that hung at the beginning of the stairway, “mind putting the news on?”
“Sure thing, let me disconnect my controller first.”
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The headlines flashed: ‘Breaking News: Stay-at-home order for Colorado residents during Christmas Week’.
On screen, Jared Polis, the governor of Colorado, was giving a briefing.
“…It is with great reluctance that we’ve had to enact such tough measures, especially during Christmas week. With a record number of cases for the past 3 days, it is essential we go through another period of lockdown, and it is with the advice of local health officials that we announce this….”
“Oh dear, this is terrible. It was a good thing you came a few days ago.”
“Yeah, and I’m lucky I did. It looks like it’s just gonna be us for Christmas, I don’t think gramps and gran will be visiting this year. Nor should they, with how the situation is. I’ve read a lot of research suggesting the elderly are the most vulnerable.”
“Mmhmm, you’re right. Anyways I better call them to let them know. It’s going to be our first Christmas without them, but we’ll just have to make do.”
“Oh it’s gonna be amazing alright!” A wolfish grin on Jason’s face, that Vivian knew only spelled trouble for her. Literally.
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With just a day to Christmas Eve, Vivian got Jason to bring up the boxes with the wreaths, garlands, and other small ornaments for the DIY self-assemble artificial tree they had ordered online. It took some time, but they worked methodically. It didn’t go unnoticed by Vivian, the discreet looks Jason threw her way, his eyes following her when he thought she wasn’t looking. To be frank, it scared her. She was terrified at the way her body was reacting to the appraising glances of her 19-year old son. In an attempt to distract herself, she immersed herself in hanging the red stockings by the fireplace increasing her pace as she went.
In no time, the living room was decorated lavishly, and the Christmas mood was very much set. It was then that Vivian noticed something odd, and quite frankly she should have guessed. ‘Where did he even get that? I don’t even remember owning one…’
From the overly polished surface of the red berries, Vivian knew the mistletoe wasn’t real. But that wasn’t her concern. ‘He’s planned this alright,’ she thought as he smirked at her from the dining area, a mischievous glint in his eyes — as if this was part of some bigger plan. She avoided his gaze, determined not to acknowledge his actions.
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