When I went home for winter break, I spent most of my time working as many hours as I could squeeze in, especially for the Christmas rush. My mom, her new boyfriend and I actually had a nice Christmas Day celebration along with my Aunt Brooke. She got me a brand new baseball glove, a pretty expensive model too. I was very appreciative but I was more appreciative at how she looked. She was wearing a sheer white blouse with a lace camisole underneath. I kept watching her breasts bounce freely when she walked which meant she probably wasn't wearing a bra. It was her short red skirt that kept attracting my attention. I sat across from her in the living room as we had some holiday cheer. The more she drank, the less concerned she was about sitting in a lady-like manner.
I kept glancing over at
