MILF & the Christmas Tree - by Samster (~BBW)

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~BBW - A holiday family gathering.

[Author’s Note:]After writing a large number of very lengthy stories I decided to have a go at a very short story written around a single event. Sounds simlpe but surprisingly difficult. I set a max of 3 sides of A4 at Ariel 10 and this is what I managed. Hope you like it...also an illustration.

MILF & the Christmas Tree
By Samster

ILLUSTRATION: http://fav.me/d2uo3fy

It was Christmas Eve at the Pierson family home and the spacious single floor ranch house was full. A giant Christmas tree, generously decorated with tinsel, golden baubles, gingerbread men and Christmas gifts held centre stage. Around the room children dashed and darted around, men stood in a corner drinking beer and keeping away from the women, whilst the women stood in a gaggle drinking fizzy wine, snacking on the buffet, catching up in between settling quarrels and disputes with the kids.

“Have you seen how much weight Debbie’s put on?” whispered Jenna to Darla.

“Her family genes are catchin’ up,” laughed Darla.

“Her butt’s in a different zip code.”

“Kinda like yours,” giggled Darla.

“Hey you can hardly talk…”

There was a definite “look” to the Pierson family ladies. All were blonde and beautiful. Growing up together in the north Texas town of Wichita Falls they turned heads and had men chasing them all over town. All sported spectacular curves, glowing complexions and picture perfect faces. But there was another fact; when they hit their middle thirties those curves began to spread out big time. It had happened to them all. Debbie had turned thirty six that year and her once tight, toned hourglass had grown into an overly ripe pear.

“Talkin’ about me?” queried Debbie.

“Ummmmm…just sayin’ your family genes caught up on ya,” said Jenna with a playful pat to her younger cousin’s oversized butt.

Debbie felt her face flush red. She was an extremely vain woman. Former head cheerleader, prom queen, homecoming queen and the blonde MILF was struggling to accept her figure had turned to fat. Truth was Debbie’s weight gain had been gradual; she’d had two kids and had a love of all things sweet and sugary so her trend had been generally upwards. But in her mid thirties a once rapid metabolism had slowed down and she’d piled the lbs on.

“I’m not that big,” snapped Debbie, still somewhat in denial.

“I didn’t mean anything by it…it’s a family thing.”

“I guess I put on a little weight but it’s hardly like I’m Aunt Joyce size or anything.”

Glancing over their shoulders the three women checked out Aunt Joyce. In her late forties her figure had another 25lbs or so on the three cousins.

“I guess not,” mused Darla.

“I’ve always had amazin’ genes,” continued Debbie, “so I just burn it all off.”

“Okay,” nodded Jenna without conviction.

“So I can lose all this weight real easy if I want to.”

“Gotcha Debbie.”

“Not that I’m fat or anything.”

“Sure.”

“Thing is Hank loves me with my curves, I mean he bought me that new Escalade back in April an’ its fully loaded, an’ he paid for…”

Dutifully the two cousins stood and listened whilst Debbie boasted. Her husband, Hank, was the owner of a successful auto dealership and so Debbie had an enviable lifestyle. She hadn’t worked in over ten years and seemed to spend most of her time posing round town or at the mall or sipping frappucino’s at Starbucks. That she was getting fat was a sly pleasure for Jenna and Darla; suddenly she wasn’t quite so perfect.

“…we stayed at the Bellagio in Vegas which is totally awesome an’ we loved it. It’s like $500 a night for the room but its soooooooo worth it an’ I spent a whole day at the spa, which was awesome’ an’…”

Debbie’s self serving monologue was broken by a high pitch wail around the Christmas tree. Instinctively the three mom’s looked close to check whose offspring had fallen over. This time is was Debbie’s six year old daughter Savannah.

“I’ll be a minute,” said Debbie before turning on her heels and wiggling across the room towards her daughter, tall stiletto heels tick-tocking in her wake.

“I reckon she spent all her time Vegas at her time at the buffet.”

“The buffets are awesome!” gushed Darla.

“Yeah baby, I loved the MGM buffet an’…”


Stood in their corner the men of the family were watching Debbie wiggle her way over to the fallen Savannah. Hank was stood with Justin and Carl; husbands to Jenna and Darla respectively. There was some unwritten rule at family gatherings that the men stood separate from the women; gave each chance to say what they were really thinking. Each man had a beer in their hand and was enjoying watching Debbie’s wiggle. Carl was the first to say what he was thinking.

“Damn it Debbie’s lookin’ fine!”

“Yep,” nodded Justin.

“Told y’all she’d catch up with Jenna an’ Darla.”

“You been feedin’ her up or something?”

“Not really,” shrugged Hank. “She goes an’ buys all these treats for the kids and I swear she eats most herself.”

“Jenna does the same.”

“God bless Oreo’s.”

“Amen brother.”

Trying not to gawk too shamelessly at his wife’s prime, oversized rump Hank watched as she crouched down to comfort their daughter. Not only was she smokin’ hot but Debbie had always been a good mom to his kids; running Dannny round to a never ending list of sports training and Savannah to her dance classes, recitals, pageants or whatever. Right then she was getting Savannah back up; but that wasn’t Hank’s focus.

As his wife had gotten bigger her butt had been most affected. Even in her slender days Debbie had sported a hefty bubble butt; now it jutted our generously like a giant ice cream scoop. Wearing a tight skirt like she was Hank knew it took an industrial strength girdle to hold all the excess into place. Effect was she obviously couldn’t feel the branches of the Christmas tree rubbing against her money maker.

“Oh my…”

Up off the ground and no longer wailing Savannah suddenly reached out for her mom. With her daughter jumping up at her Debbie caught her balance, taking a slight step back. Then she felt the Christmas tree. Her butt had pushed hard into the tall, glittering and decorated tree. It wobbled and then tumbled.

Looking behind her Debbie’s big brown eyes bulged. The tree was toppling down causing the guys stood the other side to scatter. In a room that a second ago had been full of loud voices there was now silence, save for the background music ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’.

“Mommy you knocked the tree down!” squealed Savannah as the tree finally came to rest against the side wall.

“Ohmigawd!”

The stunned silence was broken as the family broke into a laugh and playful clapping. Debbie’s face turned beet red. Glancing around the faces she tried to gauge a reaction. Most seemed to find it funny, in the good natured spirit of a family Christmas Eve party nobody was getting mad. Savannah was loving being at the centre of attention and had now jumped up again; this time Debbie caught her and picked her up.

Behind her the guys had stepped forward and were trying to push the tree back into place.

“Hey Debbie, get away from the tree,” laughed Hank, “we’re trying to fix it.”

Stepping back towards her cousins Debbie smiled sheepishly.

“Ummmm…I guess my butt has got kinda big.”

“Mom’s butt’s gotten so big cos she eats all my candy,” said Savannah matter-of-factly.

“Shush sweetie.”

“Its true,” giggled the girl.

Lowering her daughter back to the ground Debbie took a deep breath. Jenna and Darla were still smiling and neither had fired a bitchy comment her way. Debbie appreciated that.

“I made some pecan pie, you gals want some?” she said as a peace offering.

“Sure thing, Debsi!”

“I hope nobody got that on freakin’ camera?”

“Those guy were too busy gawkin’ to work out how to use a camera.”

“I love pecan pie!”

“What was ya favourite Vegas buffet Debsi?”

“Ummm…MGM.”

“Me too!”

“The shrimp was awesome…”

So the three cousins headed towards the kitchen to find the pecan pie. As they left the guys finally had the Christmas tree back up right, their eyes fixing on the three very juicy derrieres wiggling out of the room. They all loved what they saw.
 

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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it and really appreciate the response:)

Its actually really good fun to write a very short story that has a tightly packed (if you'll pardon the pun) beginning, middle and end.
 

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