Slow Burn-New Year

**This story is entirely fiction. It is intended purely for entertainment purposes. All characters are over the age of 18**

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New Years Eve has always been a magical mystical time. In years past, my wife Julie and I have enjoyed hiring a sitter for the kids and taking advantage of an evening away at local hotels, soaking up the lavish presentations designed to entice those who enjoy the choreographed revelry. And then afterward, pouring our intoxicated bodies into bed to have a good hot uninhibited fuck to start the New Year off right.

This year was different. Our two kids Andy (19) and Leigh (18) were still living at home and attending college locally. Both kids worked as servers at Antonio's Steakhouse and had busy social lives in addition to their studies. Although though they worked together, they ran in different crowds.

Leigh was the "artist" of the family attending a prestigious academy for the arts, majoring in voice and drama. She was the independent thinker, full of "shock talk", which was really harmless but very entertaining. She would wear long paisley skirts, peasant tops (braless of course) and letting her long naturally curly honey-blonde hair flow in the wind. She reminded me of a throwback the hippie days of my generation, or the bohemian of an even earlier generation. In spite of the outward appearances, she was a sweet kid inside, just wanting to express herself.

Andy on the other hand tended to be a little anal, which is putting it mildly. Clean-cut hard working kid, good grades at school and always dressed neat. He was borderline neat freak. You know the kind, a place for everything and everything its place. As a parent, I couldn't be more pleased, but we did wish that he would loosen up a bit. Working at the restaurant had been good in that regard. His crew was very diverse, both in age and interest. Some were straight, some gay, others into a variety of lifestyles. You know, it wasn't that I really wanted for him to stray too far off course, but it was a good experience, denting and scratching some of the perfect edges of his tailored immaculate personality.

Speaking of Andy, only a couple of years earlier when he was well into adolescence, he seemed only moderately interested in girls. Not to the extent that we were really concerned, but as Julie put it, he had an arrested social development. Perhaps it had something to do with the level of responsibility we had instilled in him to do a good job at whatever he pursued. He was really focused in his studies and work. Or maybe he was just a little shy around the girls, not quite adept at getting things started. At home around his mom was a different story. It seemed that each step in the development was tested on Julie before he felt the confidence to pursue it outside with girls his own age. I suppose that too is normal to an extent.

But what really got my attention was the lingering puppy love towards Julie even up until his senior year of high school. I suppose every boy, including myself, falls in love with their mother. Usually this happens around the age of five or six, and suddenly she just becomes mom by the time he is about ten. Then there are the awkward years of squeaky voice and facial peach fuzz, and wet dreams. Most boys try to forget this often times embarrassing time in their life. Andy started about the expected time, but it seemed to evolve into an adolescent puppy love continuing through junior high and unexpectedly into high school. You know, the kind that normally happens during the freshman year of high school when you see "that senior girl" on the bus that has blossomed into a young woman and captures the young mans attention, much to the dismay of his mom. The guys are enamored and can't think of anything else. Andy's slow evolution was harmless and we tried to encourage his social development, knowing that sooner or later he would focus his attention on some young girl. We were relieved with the exposure and opportunities that were presented with his workplace and college life.

I know that every parent "loves" all of their children as is the case at our house. Equally stated, each parent always has a child that for some reason is their favorite. It just happens; such was the case with Julie and Andy. Julie had an easy child birth with Andy. He was breastfed, and after he was on food, continued daily breastfeeding once nearly every evening until he was seven. It wasn't odd, just a ritual and bonding period for mother and child. Leigh on the other hand had a rough infancy and it was necessary to bottle feed her because of the inconsistent feeding times associated with her condition. I would feed Leigh while Julie tended to Andy, which would probably account for our close relationship in addition to the typical father/daughter bonding one might expect.

Getting back to New Years Eve: Julie and I had planned a romantic evening at home together, dinner wine, fireplace and champagne at midnight. Leigh was away for the holiday at a ski resort with a girlfriend and her family. Andy was working until 9PM and then planned to spend time out with friends. We really did not expect to see him until late the next morning. Julie and I slipped into comfortable lounging attire before dinner, my silk pajamas and her sexy lace and satin nightgown and sheer robe. We leisurely enjoyed a bottle of wine, then the grilled salmon dinner.

After dinner, we moved to the living room to savor a little more wine and play games, a favorite pastime, in front of the roaring fire counting down the hours until midnight. I had an ample supply of firewood stored inside, anticipating the midnight countdown, and did not want to go out to the snow covered yard for more wood. By about 11pm we were feeling the warming effects of the fire and the alcohol. Julie removed her robe and settled onto the carpet in front of the crackling fire. I turned down the lights and brought out some of the special liquors purchased just for the evening. I mixed a pitcher of our favorite vodka martinis and took a place beside her. We were talking intimately, sipping and staring off into the fire when I heard the door open downstairs. Andy appeared at the top of the stairs and stopped with a look of uncertainty, not wanting to interrupt our time.

We called him over and he took a seat on the floor on the other side of Julie. She was comfortably reclined on her side, propped up on her elbow facing me. Her nightgowns were commonplace around the kids, and at their age we never gave it a second thought. From my vantage point I could enjoy the swell of her breasts and enticing cleavage. Andy leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She circled her free hand around his neck and let it slide back down to her hip when Andy sat back again behind her. Andy said that his friends wanted to party a little too much for his style and he left because things were getting out of control. He apologized for interrupting our time, but it really wasn't an imposition. Andy is really good company, funny and so easy to visit with. It was apparent that Andy had already enjoyed some alcohol and was feeling pretty good, but still maintaining.

It was time to fill our glasses, so I got up and suggested that Andy get out of his winter clothes and into something more comfortable if he wanted to spend some time with us by the fire. I grabbed another glass for Andy, filled it along with ours and returned to take my place next to Julie. Andy returned wearing his trademark boxers, and again took the position on the other side of Julie.

Andy shared more about his evening, and based on what he said, his leaving was a good thing. Talk moved to our hopes and dreams for the coming year, now only minutes away. Andy stood to retrieve the champagne bottle from the refrigerator, and from my view, I observed a bigger than normal bulge in his boxers. Andy was apparently oblivious to the change and returned seemingly unaware of the increasing bulge, now clearly evident to Julie. Her eyebrows raised and eyes widened when she looked at him, then to me and back to him again. Andy sat down behind Julie, and her eyes widened again as her lips silently mouthed "wow". I smirked in reply and shrugged my shoulders as Andy, unaware of our exchange, removed the cork from the champagne bottle. Julie rose up to a seated position and pulled the thin shoulder straps to only moderately rearrange the fabric covering her beasts.

Champagne was poured and ready. Just as the clock struck midnight, we all toasted and raised our glasses to the New Year in the glow of the fire. Julie turned my direction and kissed me full on the lips to seal her wish for a happy new year. She likewise turned to Andy and kissed him on the lips. The room was eerily silent and unexpectedly full of sexual tension when she finished her kiss. We again raised our glasses and then finished off the champagne, wondering if the alcohol and the moment was the cause for the arousal.

I stood to stir the fire. Julie leaned forward to take a lay on her stomach, now propped on both elbows and facing the radiant embers. Her position with the thin fabric gaping away from her chest offered a full view of her breasts. We thought nothing of it in the dimly lit room. Her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the heat on her face as one would the sun on a hot summer's day. Andy and I both took a position on either side of her, likewise similarly propped on our elbows facing the fire.

Talk was sporadic and it was clear that we were enjoying a good slow intoxication. We were talking about the moment, and of what others might be doing downtown on this New Years Eve. She said that she had her two favorite men in the world with her, so who would want for anything more. With that, Julie placed her glass on the hearth and rolled over onto her back. Andy and I rolled on our sides to face her. With both hands at her sides, she took our hands and kissed them, then held them onto the fire warmed skin of her chest. The fabric of her nightgown was now pulled down to where the ridge of her nipples were evident but barely concealed. The lower edge was positioned mid thigh exposing her long shapely legs. Julie cradled our hands with her eyes closed, sighed deeply then lowered my hand and Andy's, one onto each breast and held them into the soft fullness. It seemed so surreal but so natural to have us both touching her.

I leaned over to kiss her on the lips, and as I did, her hand moved to my balls. Her wet tongue slipped between my lips seeking out my own and danced across the tip before retreating back to her still parted lips. As I rose, Andy leaned forward to kiss her, his hand now cupping and caressing her breast over the silky fabric. As they held their kiss, Julies hand found its way into the fold of my pajamas, surrounding my now very hard penis. With her other free hand she circled Andy's neck and pulled his head down, sliding away the fabric and revealing her left breast to him completely. Andy, as if knowing what she wanted, placed his lips on her breast and suckled at her nipple. Her hand moved to the back of his head, fingers splayed across his hair.

Julie, still holding the shaft of my penis pulled me closer to her face, extended a glistening tongue to lick the now exposed head. She released her hand and licked the entire shaft. Julie turned and gently guided Andy's face away from her breast and back into a seated position, his boxers down and penis free, hovering on the other side of her face. Sensing her desire, I moved down to kiss her wet pussy, something she enjoys so much. She reached around and pushed on Andy's butt, guiding him forward into her mouth. She took him fully, and then allowed her lips to retreat to the tip before engulfing him again. Julie continued by stroking, licking and sucking on Andy until he shuddered and came into her mouth. Julie's hips bucked wildly as she enjoyed her own orgasm, allowing some of Andy's cum to spill from her mouth.

Andy and I changed positions with her encouragement, although no encouragement was really needed. Julie took me into her mouth again and Andy knelt between her thighs, his youthful penis still retaining the solid erection. Andy eased his penis into her and I heard a slight intake and gasp. Julie continued to moan with a clearly fulfilling level of pleasure as she sucked on me while having Andy inside her. She started to squeal with the onset of another orgasm just as I began to spill into her mouth. She stroked me madly directing the remaining cum onto her face and chest. Andy continued slamming his hips into her, matching the bucking movement and groaned as he too had his second orgasm, this time in his mother's pussy.

After Andy came, we all collapsed into a heap on the carpeted floor. Three sweaty heaving bodies intertwined, with the smell our sex hanging thick in the air. We lay together gently stroking the naked flesh of the other for a time. A deep breath and a sigh from Julie was the first audible sign from anyone. She got up and made her way to the bathroom. Andy and I sat up and silently stared off into the final embers of what had been a roaring fire. Although no flame was visible, we could still feel the residual heat.

Julie returned refreshed and naked, and took her position between Andy and I with her arms extended around our waists. Her long hair was falling softly on our shoulders, the sides of her body melded into both of ours. We savored the moment, the afterglow of the fire, and the afterglow of our lovemaking in the purest form.

As the last ember of the first fire of our new year faded, Andy, Julie and I walked together to our bed for a long winters nap.