Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 10

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)

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(Chapter 10)

Janet Winston's best years were probably behind her. But you couldn't say she hadn't lived.

The older woman had just about seen it all in her time. Spending most of her life seeking every form of pleasure out there, she took every opportunity to enjoy herself and be taken to her limits. From a young age, she'd been a bit of a party animal. Partying hard. Drinking hard. And, of course, lots and lots of fucking.

Now keep in mind, when she was younger, her rampant promiscuity was a thing society said she should be ashamed of. That was just the attitude of the time, with them looking down on anyone who had such loose morals. But it was those people who were left in the dust as time moved past them. A couple decades went by there where various acts of hedonism, such as partying and drugs and rough sex, were commonplace. And in this era, Janet fit right in. And, in truth, as society moved beyond this, she never really left that era behind.

As that insane level of partying became a thing of the past, and people became more aware of the dangers of this lifestyle, Janet never stopped. She couldn't. She loved it all so much. She couldn't let go. It was all she knew. More than anything, this time period shaped the person she'd be for her entire life in a fundamental way, and she could never truly evolve beyond this. While her peers had long married and started families, she was still going to the bar. She was throwing herself at men. She was trying to keep that party going even when most everyone else had left those days behind.

She'd been called all sorts of names. A spinster. A slut. A whore. And, to be fair, these descriptors were pretty much true. She was a slut. She'd been one for pretty much her entire life, and that had never once changed. When she was younger, she'd hook up with pretty much any good looking guy that crossed her path. And as time went on, she didn't really discriminate. If they were handsome and up for the job, she'd try them out. But as she got older, she really began to prefer younger men. Young, handsome studs, full of lust and vigor and so much cum. This was at the time when MILFs were first becoming a thing, so she cleaned up with guys looking to live out the newest, hottest fetish.

She kept at it for well beyond what would be considered decent or proper for a woman her age. Even though she was by all accounts an old lady at this point, it wasn't that long ago where her and a friend near the same age flew down to Mexico around spring break, threw on filthy bikinis, and joined the partying masses, looking to poach super-hot drunk college guys for some wickedness. She showed plenty of guys what it was like fucking a real woman, and she had no doubt that she left a permanent mark on all of them.

Even though she had maintained her good looks and hot body for so long, well beyond most others, age eventually began to take its toll. Her brown hair began to grey. The wrinkles on her face couldn't be hidden with makeup anymore. The weight of her large, zeppelin-sized boobs became too much to bear as they began to finally sag. The engines inside of her began slowing down. And fighting off weight gain was a losing battle. Her mind was still as sharp as ever, and you could recognize that she used to be a true looker. But it had become harder for her to reel in younger guys these days. Sure, guys had a thing for older women, but even they had limits, and she was beyond those limits for most. Sure, she still was able to pull in a few, but that was mostly when they were extremely drunk. She was still able to hook up with men closer to her age, but that was never as fun for her. Even though her mind still missed the thrill of the hunt, and she was still the firecracker she'd always been, she couldn't truly deny that her life of endless leisure and hedonism was probably over. Not many women that partied as hard as she did make it to her age, so they never had to experience the slow infuriating decline. The best she could hope for these days was probably the pleasure that came from her big pink dildo and whatever wicked fantasies her mind could come up with. And as she got older, those fantasies only got filthier.

Janet had lived on Fourth Street for a long time now. Of the houses along the street, hers was among the smallest, but it was far from small. It more than met her needs. She'd never been married. She'd never had kids, or ever really wanted any. She was not the motherly type, although she had made a few handsome young men call her 'Mommy' in the heat of passion, but that was beside the point. It had been a long time since she'd had to work, as she had amassed her savings in other ways, mainly through various inheritances and the ability to squeeze money out of deep-pocketed men. So, for the longest time, she had nothing to distract her from the fun stuff.

Janet never really fit in with the image of Fourth Street and Deerberg and the image they both tried to give off. This was supposed to be an area that lives by the code of Christmas. Good behavior, charity, and living up to the tenets of the Church. And yeah, Janet wasn't about that shit. She'd never gone to church as she knew she'd stick out there. She'd never felt bound by rules and codes of ethics. If she wanted something, she went after it. She had been a greedy, self-centered slut, and that had never changed. The Church? The church she knew feared women like her.

Clearly, some people didn't want a woman like her around them. Old Doris Carroll had never wanted Janet in her pristine, perfect neighborhood, sullying it with her slutty manners. Doris had never liked her, even when they were younger. Sure, that might not have been helped that Janet would constantly flirt with Doris's ex-husband. Janet knew men, and she could tell which men, despite all claims to the contrary, were available for some fun. And that one, Doris's husband... he had a wondering eye. She just knew it. And she'd been proven right, as he eventually ran off with the preacher's daughter. Janet could never fully hide the smug sense of satisfaction she got about being right about Doris's hubby, and that further cemented Doris's dislike of her. Janet never went out of her way to endear herself to Doris, never changing her ways in the slightest. In fact, she only turned it up When her boys got old enough, Janet flirted with them nonstop, curious if they were cheaters like their father. But none of them ever bit, which was a shame, as they had all grown up and became handsome men. What Janet would give to have landed just one of that Carroll clan. Dan and Frank were probably too shrewd for her tricks, but she could have definitely landed that Tim. What a victory that would be in their cold war, seducing one of Doris's sons. Doris wanted her family to be everything right in the world, and Janet was the antithesis of that. Janet conquering the Carrolls, and proving herself right... it just sounded mouthwatering. But alas, it never happened.

Early on in Janet's time on Fourth Street, it seemed like more people veered to the Doris side of the scale, the neighborhood being very religious and chaste and frankly boring. But as time went on, it seemed like the scales had tipped the other way. Slowly but surely, Janet was gaining more and more friends in the neighborhood, and Doris and her boring, religious ways seemed to stick out and seem old-fashioned. Janet seemed far more in touch with the ways of the modern world more than Doris did.

In many ways, Janet was born at the wrong time. If she was a little younger, she would absolutely SLAY with men. After a couple decade moratorium on the partying and pleasure-seeking lifestyle throughout the world, it had come back even stronger than before. People these days were up for ANYTHING! Adding on to that the rise of the worldwide fetishization of older women... needless to say, Janet could cut a wide swath of destruction if she were only slightly younger.

But it seemed like it just wasn't meant to be.

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Janet woke up early on Christmas morning. At her age, it seemed like she woke up early most days. But this morning, she woke up especially early, before the sun came up.

She slid out of bed, sleeping completely naked, as she always did. While her body wasn't what it once was, it beat out most women her age by far, and you could still see signs of what she used to have. Her butt was well-shaped, but time and age had made it a bit larger than she would like, and it wasn't quite as firm as it once was. It was jiggly, but not in a good way, becoming a bit lumpy as she accrued cellulite that she just couldn't get rid of. Her skin was creamy and pale, but in these winter months, it looked a bit ghostly. She had nice legs, but there was a bit of cellulite there too that she couldn't stand seeing on herself. She had a bit more weight around the middle as well, softening up what used to be taut and fit. And her boobs were still absolutely mammoth. They used to be double F-cups that stood firm on her chest, but now, they sagged far lower than she would like, and that perk and firmness had long gone away.

Running a hand through her back length greying brunette hair, she pulled on her silky black robe over her naked form and cinched it up, padding out towards the living room. Even having just woken up, without makeup, you could see the signs of the intense beauty she used to be. Now, she had never been pretty in a beautiful, sunny, model-like way. She always had that kind of nasty, smirking, lust-inducing attractiveness. Plump lips. Sharp, playful blue eyes. High, prominent cheek bones. She used to be incredibly hot and sexy. But, alas, age caught up with her here too. Crow's feet near her eyes. Creases near her lips. Her skin a little thin and papery in some spots. But if you squinted your eyes, you could see the attractive woman she used to be.

Janet never did a whole lot for Christmas. She decorated outside to keep the neighbors happy, but she didn't go all out. She had a Christmas tree set up inside, but she did the minimum to decorate it. Part of this might be caused by the fact that she didn't have a lot of family left. Sure, she had some cousins out there that she got some gifts from, but she had no siblings, and her folks were long gone. They'd been gone since she was young. She had her fair share of friends who would send her stuff, and the occasional old admirer who she could still milk a gift or two out of, but her Christmas gift hauls were typically small and muted these days. That, combined with living alone, meant she never really got too keyed up about the big day.

Padding out barefoot into the living room and flipping on the lights, she was set to step towards the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot. But she was stopped in her tracks as something caught her eye. Something under the Christmas tree, right in front.

A gift she couldn't account for.

All the gifts she'd received she'd been handed personally. Her friends handing her presents or receiving boxes from friends and family in the mail. She could account for all these presents. She'd put all these gifts under the tree herself.

Except for one.

The one she was looking at, front and center beneath the tree. A small, slim, textured black box, adorned with a matching black bow, it stood out compared to the garish wrapping paper decorating the other gifts under the tree. It looked better, of higher quality. Classy. And on top of it was a small, folded up note.

Intrigued, Janet stopped what she was doing and moved towards the tree, kneeling and picking up the gift. Moving towards the couch and taking a seat, her thin, aged fingers reached towards the note and grabbed it, pulling it open and reading it.

'Put these on, go to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll feel like a whole new woman. Enjoy, darling...'

The note was unsigned. It was on nice, crisply folded stationary, and the handwriting was immaculate. Who could have sent this? How did this get here?

She pushed her questions aside as her curiosity got the best of her. Pulling open the top of the flat package and unfolding the thin black tissue paper within, a surprising sight was revealed to her eyes. It was a matching set of what appeared to be very expensive, very sexy black underwear. A lacy black bra and a very sexy thong. There was a tag on each, made of a black, textured card with gold lettering.

'Mrs. Claus Premium'

She'd of course heard of the 'Mrs. Claus' brand of lingerie, as it was very much in style right now. But this seemed to be beyond the stuff you'd find in the stores. There was some unexplainable sign of quality to this that let her know this was something very expensive. The black label... the golden colored text... it screamed quality.

So, the note said to put these on. At this point, she had to stop and think about things for a second. Who would buy her lingerie, sneak it under her tree, and leave her a note like this. No one she knew, for sure. Her doors were locked and her windows were closed, so no one had broken in. How did this package end up in her hands? What was happening here?

Then, Janet simply shrugged her shoulders. She was not the type of person to overthink a good thing. And being the type of woman willing to try anything once, she opted to simply go along with the note's wishes. It was still early enough that she could go back to sleep if she really wanted to, and having nothing better to be up for at this hour, she opted to go back to her bedroom, box still in her grasp.

Turning off the lights and padding back to the bedroom, she slipped off her thin, silky black robe and hung it up, revealing her naked, aged form. She wasn't happy with the sight of herself in the mirror, seeing her once large breasts sagging, and her once taut stomach soft with extra weight. Snipping the rosa-blanca.ru off the small garments, she pulled on both the thong and the bra. It wasn't the best fit, with both the bra and thong digging into her soft flesh, but the quality of each of the sexy garments was so damn good that she wasn't gonna complain. Sliding back under the sheets, she closed her eyes, and quickly, she was asleep again.

But it wasn't a restful sleep. Not in the slightest. She started to get hot, really hot, sweat covering her resting form. Engines inside her that had been powered down for well over a decade began to warm up again, her body almost overheating because of it. Forces beyond her knowledge were beginning to envelope her, getting to work and doing things she couldn't comprehend. She was tossing and turning. Strange, rapid thoughts were cascading over her sleeping mind, conjuring memories and images that were moving too fast to comprehend. As the sun rose over the neighborhood, Janet was in turmoil, her sleeping form dripping with sweat, feeling almost feverish as the systems inside her were operating on overdrive. Her unconscious mind didn't fully understand what was going on, and if she was gonna be okay. Even though she'd slept a full night's sleep, she was about to need a lot more, as the intense ordeal she was going through required her body's full attention.

Janet Winston didn't know what was happening to her, and she wouldn't till she woke up.

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For most people, Christmas was a time to relax and hang out at home and have a restful, joyous day in. But not for the Carrolls.

The Carroll family, spearheaded by Doris and Connie, saw Christmas as not just a holiday, but as an opportunity. An opportunity to help others. An opportunity to share in the joy and blessings that their family had on such an important day. Everyone should have a great Christmas, and if everyone could just feel a bit of those positive Christmas feelings and carry them with them on a daily basis, wouldn't that make the world a better place?

So, while most families relaxed on Christmas, it was not so for the Carrolls. They went to work.

Not all the Carroll's were exactly thrilled with this yearly arrangement. Doris had always felt strongly about helping out others and helping out the Church on Christmas, and Connie had helped with the cause once she entered the family, taking to it fast. Doris's sons never seemed particularly thrilled to have this thing imposed on them from a young age. Tim especially always whined and complained about it, wanting much rather to stay home and play with his new toys. As for Frank and Dan, they both dutifully went along with it, at least for a while. For Dan, it was wanting to help out their mom more than any great feelings towards the Church or Christmas. For Frank, who had designs on being in law enforcement, he saw it as good training for doing something good for the community, even if it wasn't necessarily what he'd prefer to be doing with his time.

This all carried over to the next generation of Carrolls. Frank's wife was used to these community events being a cop's wife, so this was nothing unusual for her. And Connie's two kids, Max and Gwen, both really hopped on board from a young age. They were both such good kids, well-behaved and good-hearted and kind. They were both happy converts from a young age, willing to help out their mom with anything, including helping out others on Christmas Day, either here in Deerberg or back home, even if that meant having less times for themselves on the big day.

But all good things can't last.

At some point, Connie's husband Dan opted out from Christmas festivities. Connie knew he wasn't a big church guy, and although she wasn't crazy about that she wasn't one to impose her feelings on someone, despite how much she may have disagreed. Sure, she'd make the occasional cutting comment, mostly in jest, knowing Dan was thick-skinned enough not to be offended. But despite his personal feelings, Dan would still bite his tongue and show up to events at the church, supportive of his wife's and kid's beliefs. But even this got to be too much for him, and while he'd still show up for some of the major services, he opted out on the Christmas day stuff, preferring to actually enjoy Christmas to its fullest at home. At this Connie was upset, knowing how important this was. Even though it seemed like they both gravitated towards their mother in most things, they both did really look up to their dad, and Connie was afraid they would follow in his footsteps.

And she was proven right.

Gwen had fallen first. While she still went to church services, she didn't want to do the Christmas day stuff anymore either. At first, Connie didn't know if it was for some dumb reason, like it wasn't cool anymore to help others, or something like that. Her reasoning was unfortunately along those lines, with her saying she didn't want to do work on Christmas, wanting to just relax and enjoy the day. It seemed like a silly reason to Connie, but Gwen's mind was made up, and on this Connie couldn't put her foot down. Gwen was a great young woman, kind and sweet. And it wasn't like she was giving up church. She was just taking one small step back, and for fear of pushing her away further, Connie relented. So, she and her father were staying back at the house, probably lying about, no doubt, doing nothing. Tim and Viv had stayed back as well. Tim always hated this stuff, and Viv didn't seem particularly jazzed for it either. So, they volunteered to hang back and babysit Christiana, Frank and Denise's daughter, as the rest of them headed out to the church, which made sense to everyone involved.