Sarah aka Ginger

It twas the night before Christmas when all thro’ the house. All the blessed souls were sound asleep on the couch. All was quiet.....except the pitter patter of cum leaking out of my pussy.

I tip toed around the living room smiling at my sleeping angels and replayed how my day went.

Earlier, I had already prepped everything for tomorrow’s lunner of prime rib which was sitting in a vacuum sealed bag with herbs and spices in a bucket of luke warm water along with the added coffee infused butter I had done the day before letting everything mix before it goes into the oven at o dark thirty..... I’ll be kicking Jason out of bed for that one. A girl needs her beauty sleep after all.

I had the vegan veggie casserole prepped and ready just needs to sit in the oven the last hour with the prime rib.

The desserts are ready and cooling in the fridge. I had created a lovely pumpkin spice fudge, a strawberry shortcake fudge, banana crème fudge, a custard fudge and created a Boston cream pie and pecan pie. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

I was happy I had two little helpers help me prepare everything while a certain someone cough Jason cough wrapped everyone’s presents that we had hid in our bedroom waiting to be put under the tree.

Normally we would put one present under the tree for each of the kids but a certain rivalry between my two ragamuffins decided a couple of years ago to open each of their presents while we were asleep then try to re-wrap their presents.

It was painfully obvious after the first night as they used the wrapping paper I had for their birthdays while the Christmas wrapping paper was hiding in our room.

We smiled and made an example of their craftiness by using our own craftiness by putting five of each of their presents out in front of them making them get wide eyed when we noticed their handiwork on their wrapping skills.

We pretended to be mad and in front of them and throw two of their ’presents’ into the fire as punishment for peeking early scaring them straight as they cried watching a ’present’ of theirs burn before their eyes.

Luckily they didn’t notice that their ’present’ was just an empty box with wrapping paper and their name on it.

The next night we brought out more presents and checked to see if they had opened and re-wrapped any of their presents. Nothing happened as none of the other presents had mysteriously changed wrapping nor had our intricate wrapping changed.

With the girl’s scared straight the rest of our Christmas’s went without a hitch but now we wait until the night before to set all the presents just so temptation has been removed.

The girl’s helped me make gingerbread cookies and white macadamia cookies to set out for Santa aka Jason.

They of course helped but they bickered as Samantha tried to convince Jasmine that Santa wasn’t real but I nipped that in the butt before my little Samantha, guess she’s not so little anymore with the year she’s had, could convince her more gullible sister that Santa wasn’t real.

I think I salvaged it making Jasmine giggle as Samantha frowned at me.

Still they both helped making everything as I let Samantha taste test the white macadamia batter while Jasmine taste test the gingerbread batter before they became cookies.

They also helped taste test the different fudge flavors before the mixture hardened into fridge.

So by the time night came around all the sugar I let them have during the various taste tests made them crash...hard.

I smiled knowing my little ragamuffins still hadn’t paced their sugar intake was they grew more and more rambunctious until their eventual crash on the floor as the sandman had hit my little girl’s with a full bag of sleepy dust.....swung by a roided out baseball player swinging said sand bag for the cheap seats.

And with a little help of Mr. Liquid Melatonin in their hot cocoa may have helped them crash a little bit harder of course.

I had Jason help me move the girl’s from the floor where they had succumbed to sleep to the sofa as it was much softer than the hard wood floors.

I smiled as I didn’t have to read any Christmas stories to my little sleeping Angels as momma needed some nookie from Mr Claus....if Mr. Claus worked out and had lost his gut that is.

Though I’ll admit Jason did make a fine ’Santa Claus’ in his red pants, white shirt, and red coat. He had obviously never missed the gym though he did have a beard that hadn’t started graying yet.

And he didn’t have long white hair....yet.

And he wasn’t exactly Jolly.

Still he made a mighty fine ’Santa’.

A Santa I want to show how naughty I can be.

And tonight I was extra extra horny as I had those pills from Dr Hill refilled from a one time use to try out and got enough for 45 uses.

That’s if I read the directions that is.

I may have thought if one dose made Jason turn into a different monster willing to break me as he proceeds to actually make me squirt and fucking orgasm over and over BEFORE he fucked me, which by the way I didn’t think he had in him. AND IT WAS FUCKING GLORIOUS!!!!

Then what was the harm if each of us took a dose....or two....or three.

What was the harm?

It was where my thinking took me.

What’s the worst he could do? Fuck me so hard to where I forget my name?

It’s what I wanted.

So this morning, just like the other day, I prepped Jason’s coffee, juice, and breakfast with some powdered ’medicine’ making sure I kept his breakfast separate from the girl’s.

One dose down and I saw it take effect fairly fast as he was pitching a tent while he was watching tv and I was prepping everything for tomorrow.

I smiled knowing that hard on was destined to be inside me later.

He wasn’t the only one affected by the medicine as my own medicine made my body tingle and made my pussy ache for attention.

Then before lunch I convinced Jason to start gathering the presents while the girl’s were distracted upstairs.

While he was distracted gathering the presents I made him a wholesome tuna sandwich and more powdered medicine mixed in his tuna.

Two doses down and I could see he was foaming at the mouth as his hard on made it hard for him to focus on anything.

He wasn’t the only one foaming at the mouth as my own pussy had started dripping in anticipation and the slightest rub of fabric sent electricity of pleasure shooting from my nipples to my brain making me wish the girl’s weren’t around. But I had shit to do for tomorrow.