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The Give-An-Inch-Take-A-Mile Nature Of My Mom's Weirdest Christmas Gift Yet: Episode 1

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The Give-An-Inch-Take-A-Mile Nature Of My Mom’s Weirdest Christmas Gift Yet: Episode 1 by Luca Satana

As far as weird Christmas gifts go, this would have to be the weirdest. Especially the give-an-inch-take-a-mile nature of it. And man did Troy wanna take-a-mile!

My mom always liked to get me weird Christmas gifts. The weirder the better. But there’s just something about the give-an-inch-take-a-mile nature of my mom’s weirdest Christmas gift yet I just can’t let go of. Or more like I can’t stop letting go of. Much to my mom’s chagrin.

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Out of the blue, my mom came twirling in, looking, well, actually, quite sexy, with this skimpy little Santa’s helper costume, which was pretty much no more than a skimpy little red velvet dress. Also, she was armed with this weird wand-thing, with a sparkly little red heart on the end.

On my mom went, twirling around, doing movements that might qualify as ballerina movements, or at least a piss-poor version of ballerina movements.

“Mom…?” I watched her everywhere she went, even on a few occasions when she would bend and dip, inadvertently or not inadvertently revealing her semi-see-through lacy red panties.

“Yes, Troy, my sweet…?” She didn’t seem the least bit interested in stopping.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like Mommy’s doing?”

“Drugs. And lots of them.”

“Silly-silly. Mommy’s high on Christmas spirit!”

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Mom Is The Gift That Keeps Giving: Episode 1

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Mom Is The Gift That Keeps Giving: Episode 1 by Luca Satana

After such a horrible year, our sweet mom wanted us to have a very special Christmas. So now our sweet mom is the gift that keeps giving.

It’s been a rough year. And nobody’s suffered more than our sweet mom. All she could do to stay sane was give my brother and I the best Christmas ever, which included sprucing up the house with just about all the Christmas nonsense she could find. But when it came time to open our presents, we realized our present was our sweet mom. And now we knew, our mom is the gift that keeps giving.

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For months now, I didn’t have a clue what our sweet mom was up to. And now, on Christmas Eve, I really didn’t have a clue what our sweet mom was up to. And I could only assume my brother Garfunkel – yeah, our mom named us Simon and Garfunkel – and yeah my brother totally got the short end of that stick – at least judging from the blank expression on his face, didn’t have a clue, either.

So, yeah, we were just sort of sitting there on the living room couch. And our sweet mom, like some kind of sweet angel who materialized out of thin air right there in front of our eyes, was in the midst of all the lit-up, sensory-overload, Christmas decorations madness, in her flannel button-up shirt, long light sweater, and jeans. Me, I was in my Clash t-shirt and jeans. My brother was in his Maroon 5 t-shirt and jeans – gees, and he wondered why the kids at school gave him shit.

“By now, I guess you boys can tell Mommy’s been a little honed in on Christmas this year, right?”

“Yes,” we said in unison. Did I mention my brother and I were twins? Not identical. Fraternal. Although we definitely looked similar enough to be identical, with only the smallest differences – as we would soon become intimately aware of. And so, being nearly identical twins, I especially hated it when we went full-on creepy twins and spoke in unison. And yet, it continued to happen. Often. Way too often.