You caught me, by the tree on Christmas Eve son. I couldn't help but notice that you're looking at my sheer dress, revealing that I have on absolutely nothing underneath. You naughty little boy and your dirty thoughts. You try your best to avert your gaze, but it is no use little boy- you are drawn into mommy by the sight of my beautiful body, barely concealed by that delicate fabric. You feel a mix of guilt and excitement, knowing that you shouldn't be looking, but also unable to resist the temptation. As mommy continues to tease you, I mentioned I bought you a train for your Christmas present. It was a thoughtful gesture, but all you could think about was how much you wanted to tear that dress off mommys body and explore every inch of her skin, leaving you trembling with desire under the twinkling lights of the tree. The tension between us was palpable, and I knew that no matter how much you tried to be a good little boy, that you would always be drawn to mommys irresistible allure.