Kristen shuffled into the living room and settled down on the floor, leaning back against the couch, a tired smile across her face.

It was Christmas time, and being a mother, that of course meant she had to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to open presents.

Not that she was particularly upset or anything. Sure, living her entire life in a freeuse world meant she'd learned to sleep through even being passed around by rowdy frat boys, but even as unprepared as she was for mother-hood, eight years was more than enough time to learn a new way of life.

With another yawn as she watched the wrapping paper fly, Kristen gladly accepted the coffee mug her husband offered her, as he made his way out of the kitchen, and following close behind, a cup of his own, was Justin.

The teenaged young man was probably the only reason Kristen or her husband were able to have such an amicable and peaceful morning like this one.

Freeuse had been enacted to counter abysmal birthrates, which meant kids were a rarity, in fact, when Kristen had miraculously gotten pregnant, despite neither her nor her then-boyfriend, being fit to be breeders, a mere fluke, there was only one other kid on the block, Justin, and he had been an invaluable resource.

“So I got you two a little something on my way down.” Justin chuckled, taking a seat on the couch near Kristen.

“Oh dear,” Kristen sighed, her smile going wider, “you know you didn't need too!”

“Glad you said that,” Justin chuckled, “because money's actually kind of tight right now, since I just got into college, so it's only a cheap six pack. I figured you two might need it though!” he ended with a raucous laugh.

Kristen could only sigh and shake her head, although still grinning ear from ear to ear.

“Oh don't mind her!” Kristen's husband barked with a chuckle of his own, “She's more of a wine woman, but I'll give the beer a good home!” he patted his belly appreciatively, to another guffaw, but after settling down, assumed a slightly more sombre look and locked eye's with Justin, “Actually, now that I think of it, it works out pretty great this way.”

Kristen and Justin both picked up the change in his attitude and looked at the man curiously.

“So you're what, nineteen now?”

“Uh, in a few more months.”

“Right, and I heard your dad decided to keep your mother to himself instead of giving her to you on your eighteenth, right?”

“Well... yeah, but it's not like he had too or anything. It's just a stupid tradition.” Justin coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Maybe, but you're a virile young man trying to make his way through college. You can't be wasting all your time looking for pussy, when you're supposed to be studying, so my Christmas gift to you this year is Kristen.”

“Pardon?” Kristen and Justin both looked shocked, although the latter was much more excited.

“This is the first I'm hearing of this.” Kristen grunted simply.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Her husband shrugged back at her.

“Look, I appreciate the thought really, but you don't have too.”

“Nonsense,” Kristen's husband shook his head vehemently, “I already drew up the papers. You've just gotta sign it and you can use her to spruce up your dorm. For good.”

“I guess this means I'm yours.” Kristen tossed her arms up lazily, shooting the flabbergasted young man a gentle smirk.

She was certainly surprised, ending an eight year marriage like this, but as a woman in the freeuse world, she'd learned a long time ago not to get too complacent with a single owner.

“Are you guy's serious?” Justin gasped, looking between the two, his eyes looking like they'd pop out of his head.

Kristen couldn't help but smile at the boy's excitement though. Of course, the change was going to be an adjustment for her, but as she watched him excitedly sign the papers to take ownership of her, she couldn't help smiling. Hell, she could think of worse people to be gifted too. Justin was practically family. If her body could give him this great of a Christmas, who was she to complain?

Moments later, she found herself heaved onto the young mans shoulder, waving to her family good bye.

An hour later, across town, Kristen's Christmas had gotten considerably more exciting. She'd barely stepped into the young man's dorm before he started 'unwrapping her.' She wasn't able to even turn around before he clothes were torn off and tossed aside and she was shoved face first into the bed and quickly mounted.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” Kristen gasped as the boy roughly plunged into her.

Her pussy was starting to drip near instantly, years of being treated like a toy coming back to her in a flash.

For the first time since her kid was born, she was being treated like a real slut. Nothing more than a toy for a horny teen to post up in his room.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, yes!” Kristen tried to muffle herself by burying her face into the bed, but she suddenly felt like a teen again, back before sex was part of her daily routine, and she was painfully aware of every thrust inside of her.

After eight years of marriage, she'd still taken her fair share of cock, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd been treated like this.

She couldn't even think straight as Justin pounded her into the bed, only slowing down for a second to give her tight ass a hard smack.

“Give it to me! Please!” Kristen moaned.

In the brief moment her new owner slowed down to slap her ass again, Kristen had a fleeting thought, that maybe he wasn't the only one getting an amazing present this year.