Janet's Christmas Encounter A Story By A-Man Woman defends home from Christmas Thief It was Christmas Eve and Janet had returned with her children from an evening of visiting friends. After tucking her children in she waited patiently, being very careful they were sound asleep, before she attempted to put their presents under the tree. Christmas is a time of magic for children and she wanted their memories of Christmas morning to be as special as could be. As a divorced working mother she struggled financially to make Christmas a magical time for her two young children. Since her divorce from her worthless ex-husband she was forced to bear the entire financial burden for the children. She knew all the rumors about how he had been screwing around behind her back and the fact that he did run off, without a thought for his own children only confirmed what a bastard he was. But now was not the time to dwell on past mistakes, this was a time for the children and their future, so she put all thoughts of that louse to rest. She began to set the presents under the tree. After an hour had passed she finally was finished putting out the gifts and retired to her bedroom. She slowly slipped out of her cream-colored sheer Anne Taylor blouse and kicked off her Nine West Pumps. Although at times like this she did wish her children had a male figure to share Christmas with, she would never just settle on any man, they all deserved someone special. Janet was an attractive, intelligent and successful woman in her middle thirties with a youthful supple figure, kept in shape by vigorous exercise and her background in gymnastics. She took a deep breath and sat down on her bed and thought she could finally relax. Janet remembered one more item that she had to place under the tree, which was hidden in her closet. Clad now only in her red Wonder-bra and red Warner thong panties, she quickly tip-toed silently down the stairs toward her living room to place the last gift under the tree. Janet was met by an unbelievable and horribly unreal sight; which most certainly was not Santa Claus. There, right in middle of her living room was the galling picture of some low-life burglar, stealing the presents and tossing them into a black trash bag. She could not believe someone would stoop this low. Strangely, she was not the slightest bit frightened, but boy, she was really pissed. The thief caught a glimpse of her shadow and looked up. Seeing that it was only a near naked woman, who was not screaming, he quickly relaxed, looked up and spoke. Well, well, well, have you come to help Santa load his bag, honey, he laughingly asked her. His evil voice was low and raspy, but strangely familiar. Jane answered in a low determined voice, keep your voice down! Don't wake up my kids! What kind of low life scum steals children's Christmas presents, in their own house on Christmas Eve? The thug replied, Look bitch, its been a rough year, I got my reasons, so just shut the hell up and you won't get hurt. I'll be done in a few minutes. Janet walked up to the thief and told him in no uncertain terms, you're not leaving here tough-guy with those presents.... understand! He stood up with a menacing look in his eyes. Covered in a black ski mask which hid his face, along with tight black sweatpants and sweatshirt covering his burly body; he was at least six or seven inches taller than Janet. He had a large muscular frame not un-like her ex- husband's. Glaring at her desirable body, he placed one hand on her breast and squeezed. He reminded her again, I said don't get in my way! Count yourself lucky I'm in a hurry, otherwise I'd screw you right here, under your own tree. If you should try to call the cops, I'll break your freakin' neck. With that he knocked Janet into the wall. Janet was dazed, but furious and would not take this lying down. Reacting on the instinct of a mother defending her home and young, she hurled herself across the floor and tackled the masked intruder. He was stunned and got up slowly. Now I'm going to have mess you up, bitch; but don't worry, I won't wake up your kids, I'll do it real quiet. The two combatants squared off in her living room, smack in the middle of the Christmas decorations. The evil black masked intruder versus the attractive mother in red bra and panties for the ownership of the Christmas presents. Not a sound was uttered as they circled each other. The intruder sized up his smaller female opponent. He was bigger and stronger so this should be easy, as well as fun. He threw a punch which nailed Janet in the mid- section. She quickly dropped to her knees. He grabbed her by the hair and while holding her head smashed her in the jaw. Janet did not make a sound. Why don't you do me sweetheart, he whispered to Janet. You're in the right position, bitch, he laughed. This just infuriated Janet more. She grabbed his balls with both hands and squeezed with all her strength. Now it was her male opponents turn to drop to his knees. He was gasping for air. You freakin' dirty whore, he squealed. Janet asked, what's the matter tough guy, you're not laughing anymore. With that she punched him square in the mouth. He was stunned, as the force of her blow to his jaw, knocked him over. Janet did not give him a moment to recover. She dove on to her attacker with the full weight of her body. They rolled back and forth, each seeking the advantage on the living room carpet. Finally the intruder gained the upper hand. He was sitting on her stomach with a satisfied grin on his face. Janet was flat on her back with her legs spread wide on the carpet. You're gonna' pay now whore! Now we're gonna' play my way! With that he cupped her firm breasts, which more than filled her red bra. He snapped her bra strap revealing two spectacular mounds of gorgeous female flesh to the evening air. What perfect symmetry these golden globes are, he complimented her. He kneaded her nipple between his index and middle finger and watched with delight as it hardened against her wishes. He delighted in the firmness as her nipples sprang to attention. I wonder if I squeeze these hard enough will they give milk, he mockingly asked? I only hope this is as much fun for you as it is for me, he taunted her. He began to squeeze her breasts with his clammy hands, just to see the pained expression in Janet's face. I think you want me to screw you, don't you bitch. You know you want me. The intruder while deeply engrossed by the lure of her sweet breasts, had failed to notice Janet's shapely gymnastic legs encircling his waist. Janet was more than willing to trade a quick feel for a leg scissors. Her shapely legs wrapped him up like a Christmas package and applied unbelievable pressure. The intruder immediately released her tits and grabbed at her legs. He pounded on her legs but they did not budge. He ripped off her thong panties, as he was wildly trying anything to get her to release the pressure around his waist. With all his strength he continued to attempt to pry her legs apart, but Janet kept up the unbelievable pressure and he could not budge them, not even an inch. You're breaking my ribs, you freakin' whore, he moaned. Janet was relentless, and even she was surprised at the fantastic effect her legs had on her larger male adversary. Janet finally released her scissors hold and took great pleasure in seeing the masked intruder sink like jelly on his back moaning. I'm not through with you, she whispered and jumped on top of him. He squirmed and bucked, but she held firm. Janet was not only whipping this bastard, but she was also whipping herself into a sexual frenzy. His moans for help were getting louder, almost too loud. Janet had to act quickly. She sat on his face, muffling any further protest from her opponent. Now let's see who you are, you god dam low-life. What an unbelievable shock! It was her ex-husband, Ralph! Janet had not seen him since their divorce six years ago. He had vanished off the face of the earth, not caring to see his children or pay any child support. Six years of vile hatred for this scum which Janet had pent up inside all these years now erupted like a volcano. The possessed Janet unleashed a vicious barrage of punches to Ralph's face. She clawed at him, repeatedly slapped him, pulled out patches of hair. This was serious hatred! As she was clobbering him, she was demanding to know, what kind of shit abandons his children and then only shows up to come back and rob their Christmas presents? Why? Why? She really didn't want an answer, she just wanted revenge. She had to keep slapping him to keep him from passing out. You probably still had a key, you son-of-a-bitch. Janet did not even notice the pain in her knuckles from beating her ex to a pulp. His jaw and nose were broken, his eyes were blackened and terribly swollen, his face was literally covered with scratches, cuts, welts and bruises. He was a horrible disfigured mess! Surprisingly there was not much blood. The excitement of this moment whipped Janet into a frenzy of emotions from sexual to manic. She began to grind her crotch over Ralph's tortured face. Over and over Janet was grinding herself into a form of sado- masochistic sexual bliss. She had established physical dominance over this scumbag and she was now asserting sexual dominance. She was leaving her scent upon him, as this was her domain and he was her victim. Back and forth burying his muffled cries for help, she moved harder and harder over his tortured face. Massaging her breasts, she rode his head into the carpet. Finally, in an ocean of ecstacy, Janet climaxed. This was by far the weirdest, yet in some ways the most satisfying orgasm, for her, ever. Too bad Ralph, you didn't enjoy that like I did, she tormented him. In one final act of total and extreme humiliation Janet released a golden shower upon his battered face. It was like salt in all the open wounds on his face, but Ralph could only manage muffled screams of pain into the cavern between Janet's legs. After another fifteen minutes of very satisfying face sitting upon her defeated opponent, Janet got up weakly, still feeling the effects of the most fun she's had in a long while. Ralph slowly came to and began to stagger to his feet. Before he was fully up, Janet grabbed him by the hair and dragged him along the floor to the door. He was whimpering all the way, as Janet had put the fear of death in him this night. Consider yourself lucky, I don't kill you, but I will if I so much as see you again, got it! Janet also let him know, he was unfit to be anyone's father and if he cares to see his kids, he had better become a total reborn human being! With that, she flung him down the stairs of the front stoop and slammed the door, never looking back. He had fallen down into some garbage bags which broke his fall. It was appropriate to see Ralph lying there with all the other garbage. Janet cleaned up all the evidence of the struggle and once again retired to bed. Janet had gotten in some heavy duty exercise and topped it off with finally getting revenge on her ex- husband. Janet thought to herself, gee it isn't even mid-night and already this was a very satisfying Christmas. She had already bagged her first present.