MILFs Love Santa: The Complete Story by Morgan Troy

for Uncle Don. No one thought he’d ever get married, especially my father, who was the first person to employ “womanizing shitbird” to describe his best friend. But then Uncle Don introduced us to Eva and, well, we could see why even an inveterate pussy hound might want to take up with her. Eva was hot, sexy, sultry—take your pick. She kept her thick, dark brown hair cut short, the better to frame her full lips and light hazel eyes that sparkled with imminent mischief. She was always well- if provocatively-dressed, favoring short skirts and tight sweaters and blouses with plunging necklines. She took care with her makeup and usually brandished long, manicured fingernails. She was bright, charismatic, and vivacious, bordering on obnoxious. She was a shameless flirt, knowing full well how discombobulating she could be when she focused on an innocent target who was unprepared for the whirlwind. She loved to be the center of attention, and never had to work too hard to make that happen. And, my goodness, her body was of the sort that would inspire Michelangelo to grab his chisel and go hunting for a block of marble to turn into a masterpiece. Eva had one of those full, luscious, voluptuous figures that make men lose their sense of direction, discretion, and decorum. Tearing one’s eyes away from her stupendous cleavage took more willpower than summiting Mount Everest. I’d seen men far more self-assured than myself reduced to stuttering wrecks while trying (and usually failing) to