Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

What the fuck are those?” I blurt before I can stop myself. He doesn’t look at me, gaze fixed a few inches to my left. “They’re pajamas, Bennett. Sleepwear. To avoid making others uncomfortable.” “Hate to break it to you, bud, but those aren’t pajamas. They’re jammies.”

He could smell his daughter's arousal. "Give me a second and I'll get changed," he muttered. Alone in his bedroom, Phil stripped off the wet shorts and boxers and contemplated his stubborn erection. Then he remembered that his daughter had bought him some pajamas for Christmas. He hadn't worn them before, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to do so. It seemed safer than just wearing boxers or shorts. He grinned at the irony when he opened the plastic packaging. The pajamas were from a company named Joe Boxer. He quickly pulled on the warm pajama pants and then took off his t-shirt and pulled the pajama shirt over his head.

I couldn’t believe someone our age could be so excited about Christmas, but then I also remembered he said he’d never really had much of a Christmas before. I groaned and sat up. “Hit me again, and you’re gonna spend Christmas inside of the chimney,” I told him, but I was smiling. He was standing there in the matching Christmas pajamas we’d all gotten, red pants and a green top with little white candy canes all over them, with his hair all messed up like he’d actually been asleep for once, basically bouncing up and down with excitement. The room was barely even light, and a glance at the clock told me it wasn’t even six o’clock yet, which meant I’d been asleep for less than four hours. I gro

Aria's POV Camelle and Gerald had left, I sat in my room glowing in the amazing purple sequence flowing dress I had chosen. It clung to every curve on my body. It was one puffed handed, off shouldered and had a slit at the back that went up to my thigh.

I thought I was beginning to understand what my mom was always saying about it being better to give than receive. “Cadence! Your pajamas are upstairs in your room,” my mom said, as if she’d just realized what my sister was wearing. “Oh, that’s okay,” Cadence protested. Perhaps she didn’t want to wear her Christmas jammies in front of her coworker. “Now, come on Cadence. You know the rules. Christmas jammies for presents!” my mom insisted, and I thought back to that movie, A Christmas Story, where Ralphie has to put on those rabbit pajamas. I knew Cadence’s were the same as mine, though, red and green with reindeer heads. They weren’t so bad.

It’s so pretty to look at in the night sky. When we got home, we all got a bath, yuck. I wouldn’t say I like baths. Amaryllis loves baths so much she plays around in the water. I prefer to get it over with and get out of the water. Who wants to sit in their filth? But whatever. After bath time, we were put in special pajamas for the holiday. They were comfier than those fancy clothes we had to wear for the festival. “Azriel, that’s the wrong pajama set.” Daddy groaned after Zio Azriel finished dressing me.

I ask, turning between the both of them. “No.” Nick chuckles out. “I picked those pajamas up for you while I was out getting your actual surprise. It would probably be best if you wear some clothes around us. Otherwise, we will absolutely end up inside of you. And before you say that’s what you want, we know, because it’s what we want too. But your pussy needs a break from us. So no more cock for you until tomorrow, at least.” I bite my bottom lip. “Fine.” I agree, pouting. “But you guys better keep some clothes on too. You’re not the only ones who get horny.”

After lunch we took some rest before starting the decorations. Mum wanted to join, but I told her she should supervise instead. I and Carlson turned our grey and boring home into a castle glittering with colorful light. It's a Christmas theme, and I'm glad I did this with him.The last was the Christmas tree, which we did hot in our pajamas and snapped as much as we could. I also got Mum pyjamas too, and she joined us in taking pictures too. We are supposed to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve, but Carlson gave me the most beautiful gift ever.

Kiara went to take her pajamas so that she could take off the wedding dress but then saw that the pajamas weren't the pajamas she thought they were . " Are you sure these are my pajamas ? " asked Kiara looking at the pajamas . " Yes ! they said that they had brought it . " said Eskylrious . He finished getting changed quickly then came out of the bathroom but then saw Kiara staring at her pajamas in a confused expression . " What are these ? Is the royal family that poor as to not afford a proper set of pajamas ? Look at these ! Filled with holes and transparent . What can you even cover with these ?..........they must have gotten the wrong measure . " said Kiara .

Help. Hey everyone, I need help. Two days ago, my five-year-old sister said she saw Santa Claus in our house, but her description doesn't match the traditional image at all. She said this "Santa" had long, spider-like fingers, too many joints, crawled like a four-legged animal, and after climbing out of our chimney, it just stood silently in the corner of our living room, watching us for an hour. Most importantly, when I asked if this "Santa" had a gift sack, she said no. Just a lumpy, wrinkled, moving sack on its back.