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First Published: 06 January 2015

Christmas present
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Family sex (Father in law)

We were having our family Christmas Eve party at Ron and June's farmhouse; it was the only house in the village that was large enough to host such a huge party. We're quite a large family anyway but Ron and June always invite their staff to the Christmas party and as everyone who works for the family have to be Roman Catholic, or at least pretend to be Roman Catholics for June's sake, at eleven o'clock everyone decamps from the farm house and walks to the local church for midnight mass. Well, I say everyone, I'm actually anti religion and my Father-in-law is an atheist or is it an agnostic. Ron did his obligations, he married June in a Catholic church, he went to his kids baptisms, went to their confirmations and when the kids were younger he did the Easter Service, the Harvest Festival, the Remembrance Day and the Christmas Mass but now he just limited himself to weddings, baptisms and funerals.

The house emptied rapidly, all of the children had been forced to sleep for a few hours in the afternoon so that they would stay awake for the party and the mass. Ron and I were left alone in the house as usual. From the outset I have to say that I'm a passive character, not to be confused with a submissive character. I was trained from birth to say no to anyone asking me for sex, and that includes my husband but being of a passive nature, I just allow things to happen to me so I need people to just do things but without asking first. Anyway Ron waited until the front door closed behind the last person leaving the house for church and asked me to go to his 'Den' with him. For God's sake don't balls it up again Ron, don't ask me for sex, just do it!' ran through my mind as we entered his den.

I watched as the mob walked down the drive in front of the house, all of the kids were running around, someone must have slipped them all a little alcohol but the fact that I could still see them meant that if Ron made a move on me we would be seen, or rather we could be seen if anyone looked back in the direction of the house. Ron moved in to kiss me, nothing unusual in that, Ron often kissed me but when the family were around the kiss was chaste and innocent, when we were on our own the kiss was more passionate, Ron often tried to get his tongue into my mouth. Fortunately Ron felt me stiffen as his hand slipped onto my hips and his lips pressed into mine. Ron pulled away and looked over his shoulder, then he let go of my hips and waved at Sarah, Dawn and two of his other granddaughters.

Ron moved over to the window and continued waving to the grandchildren as he lowered the blind down over his window. I just stood there red faced, we had around ninety minutes or so before the party would return to the house for a final drink before sending all the kids home to wait for Santa.

Ron didn't come back to kiss me again as I had expected him to do, instead he went to his sideboard and fished out a rather large and rather floppy Christmas present that looked about the size and shape of a woollen jumper.

"I got you this present as a special gift."

"Thanks, I'll put it with the rest of my presents."

"No, not a good idea, it's the kind of special present that it would be better if James didn't see it or find out who it's from if he ever does see it."

I was intrigued, "So, you want me to open it now?"

Ron nodded his head enthusiastically like a schoolboy, "Yes, I want to see the look on your face when you see your present."

I opened the present at one end so I could just peak in, if it were too shocking I could just do my usual impression of a beetroot and close the package again."

Well, I was wrong, it wasn't a jumper or a t-shirt, not even a sexy nighty, well; it was actually five presents in the one package or rather ten if you count the five pairs of stockings separately from the five packs of matching lingerie. Five differently coloured sets including suspender belt, panties and bras. The lingerie was in five different colours, red, white, black, lilac and emerald green, the stockings were similarly coloured to match the lingerie sets. I didn't just close the end of the present back over; I did go bright red though.

"Don't you like your present Vicky?"

"They look okay; I don't think they're quite my thing though!"

"How do you know, you haven't taken a proper look at them yet, come on, I want to see the look on your face when you see them out in the open."

I opened the package again, I was going to dip my hand in blindly and just pull one package out at random but Ron stopped me, "Look at the red set, that will match your hair perfectly."

I winced as I looked in the package and found the red set, fire engine red, because I had ginger hair I tended to steer clear of the brighter reds, going for darker shades wherever possible. I pulled out the cellophane package containing the bra, knickers and suspender belt, then at Ron's insistence I opened that package too.

I held up the bra, it was a kind of hybrid, a fake, red silk, shelf bra with a quarter cup of lace on top of it to make a half cup bra, at a guess the lace would end either just above or just below my nipples, if I ever put it on that is. I placed the bra on the back of Ron's couch and pulled the panties out, I looked at the panties and then at Ron, I shook my head and tried to give him my best 'I'm disappointed in you Ron' look.

"What, they're not thongs; you said that you'd never wear a thong so I spent ages finding those, they're half way between a thong and bikini brief knickers." How could I describe the panties? The same fake red silk, at the back, the rear panel started out an inch wide between the legs growing to three inches wide where it met the elasticated waistband. Between the legs the fake red silk gradually widened to two inches eide, where, at a guess, the end of my vaginal valley woukd have been and then it split into an open triangle with a lace panel filling in the triangle, the red lace matching the lace on the tops of the bra cups.

The suspender belt was a simple elasticated band with four small triangles for the suspenders to hang from and the actual suspenders were covered with the same red lace. I looked at Ron again, "I can't see myself wearing these undies, I'm sorry but they just aren't my thing at all and they look terribly uncomfortable."

"You can't possibly tell just from looking at them just how comfortable they could be or how they'd make you feel if you wore them. I'll make a deal with you, just try the red set on, put your dress back on over the top and walk around for a bit, I'll count that as a special Christmas present from you to me and if by the time everyone is back from church, you say that you don't want to keep my present I'll take you into town in the New Year's Sales and let you pick out four hundred pounds worth of clothes to replace what I've spent on that present."

I felt my jaw drop a little; four hundred pounds on about two pounds worth of nylon and lace, Ron definitely had more money than sense. "Okay, it's a deal; I'll try the red set on under my dress and wear them for thirty minutes to see how it feels."

"And more importantly for me, how it looks on! Have you shaved your legs recently?"

I rubbed my hand over my calves, "A few days ago but they don't feel too bad."

Then Ron shocked me a little by crouching down at my side and rubbing his fingertips up my legs from my ankles to the hem of my dress, then he looked up at me and smiled, "They don't feel bad at all. very smooth, but they need to be because I've bought you the sheerest stockings I could find. Right, pop into my bathroom and get changed."

That was surprising too, the bathroom in Ron's den was a bit of a joke in the family, Ron never allowed anyone in his bathroom, not ever. Not that the house was short on bathrooms, there were three toilets or shower rooms on the ground floor and six of the bedrooms had ensuite bathrooms and there were two large family bathrooms as well for the other bedrooms to use.

Ron pushed the red stockings into my hands before I reached his private bathroom door. I never really looked forward to wearing stockings, I was a naturally clumsy person and seldom wore stockings or tights twice, usually destroying then within hours of putting them on, no, I much preferred leggings, solid and almost indestructible or jeans and socks.

I didn't know what to expect from Ron's bathroom but even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have come up with what faced me as I opened the door. Ron's private bathroom, the door from his den was heavy as lead and opened into a four meter square box of a room, the floor was black granite tiles with gold fleck sparkling under sixteen halogen lights inset into a mirrored ceiling and the walls were all mirrored too.

The bathroom had to be a wet-room because in the far corner there was a gold, tropical rain forest, shower head that looked like it was about eighteen inches square and a gold drain cover below it but no shower tray on the floor. I closed the door and, surprise, surprise, the back of the door was also mirrored, a gold door handle but no sign of a lock or bolt anywhere, 'Why would he need a lock or bolt, no one would ever dare open his bathroom door, if he ever had a fall in here and couldn't get up, he'd probably die just because no one would look for him in here!'

I moved away from the door and pulled my dress off over my head, the dress isn't a winter weight, it's more of a summer dress really but Ron's house is always overly warm, a strappy, box cut front and back. I was wearing an underskirt as well because the dress was a little thin and mainly white with a pale blue geometric pattern, so I always wore an underskirt with it.

I took my bra off and slipped the new one on, I was expecting the lace to be course and scratchy as it was new but I was surprised at just how soft it felt against my breasts. The silk-like band under my breasts that I had imagined would be totally useless was actually perfect, it supported my breasts, lifted them and gave me a rather inflated cleavage, well, from my perspective and the three hundred reflections I could see of myself.

I dropped my knickers and stepped out of them then pulled on my new knickers and I actually blushed when I saw my ginger bush through the lace and standing out above the waistband. I stepped onto the suspender belt and wriggled it into place above my hips, then, as I pulled the new stocking onto my left leg I realised that I was really out of practice with wearing stockings, I had to take my knickers off again, then put on my second stocking and fasten them before pulling my knickers back on as they had to be on top of the suspender straps.

There was a knock at the door, I froze, my eyes fixed on the door handle, I knew Ron quite well and wouldn't put it past him having calculated the time it would take me to change into my new lingerie but not have had time to put my dress back on and walk in to catch me semi-naked. He also usually had a digital camera in his hand or pocket and was never shy about taking a photograph at an inappropriate moment.

"Are you nearly ready to come out Vicky? I've found you some shoes to wear for me to show off your new lingerie!"

'How the hell can shoes show off lingerie under a dress, well, unless they had mirrors fixed to the toes and I wouldn't put that past Ron either!'

I pulled the dress back on over my head, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had to stand dead square on to the mirror to limit the number of reflections I had to contend with, I could actually see the faint red of my lingerie through the thin material, I could put my underskirt on again, that would cover the lower half but my bra would still be visible. 'What the hell, he wants to see what I look like in his present and it's only for thirty minutes so why not give the dirty old bugger a bit of a thrill!'

I bundled up my old bra, knickers and underskirt and left them on top of my shoes. I padded out carefully in my stocking covered feet on Ron's slippery floor, Ron wasn't close to the door, but there were a pair of red patent leather shoes at the side of the doorway. I would have described the shoes as 'Fetish' shoes; they had a one inch high platform sole and a seven inch spike heel. I shook my head, bent down to pick one of the shoes up and heard a gasp from Ron, 'Mental note to self, careful when bending forward with my cleavage so inflated, and damned it, the shoes are exactly my size, why couldn't they be a size too small?'

I slipped my feet into the shoes and wobbled around for a few minutes, Ron's eyes were out on stalks as he watched my every move, I wanted to tell him that it was rude to point but I didn't really want to let him know that I had noticed that his erection was pointing straight at me as I practiced walking in the ridiculous shoes.

"Where did you get these from Ron, I'm sure that June wouldn't be seen dead in them."

"I brought them for a..." Ron looked away and cleared his throat with a gravelled cough. "...friend, for Christmas but, well, there was a little misunderstanding a few days before Christmas so we didn't exchange presents in the end."

"What was she going to give you?"

Ron got a sudden twinkle in his eye, "Well, before I tell you that, how does the underwear feel now that you're walking around a little steadier?"

"Well, I wish I could say that I hated it but I have to be honest, it feels quite nice." 'And if I could be totally honest, and obviously I can't, I'd tell you just how much of a turn on it is having you watching me so closely with your cock pointing at me as I walk around dressed like a prostitute.'

Ron was starting to move in on me, he backed me up against the back of his sofa, he reached out and allowed the tips of his fingers to rest on the suspender belt just above my right hip, then he traced the line of the suspender down, over the side of my panties, down over the lace to the suspender catch and on an inch over my stocking. His fingertips traced around my stocking to the seam running up the back of my leg and then it started to drift upwards so slowly and gently that I had to concentrate hard just to feel that he was actually touching me at all.

His fingers traced up to just below the waistband of my knickers and then they slipped off the lace and onto my bare buttocks, the heat from his fingertips felt hotter than it should have felt if his hand was on the outside of my dress, I looked down but Ron caught my chin in his right hand, he cupped my chin and lifted my face up again but not before I saw the hem of my dress was covering Ron's forearm.

All thoughts of Ron's fingertips gently stroking my bare buttock disappeared as he kissed me. No, it wasn't the first time he had kissed me, in fact I had lost count of the number of times he kissed me but in the past, just a quick peck on my cheek if others were round, a slightly longer, lingering kiss on my lips if we were unobserved and he had often patted my bottom, brushed his fingers over my breast through my clothes and pressed his groin against my belly, again through my clothes but his time it was different!

Ron was pressing his flagpole of a cock against my pussy mound, granted through clothes but still, his left hand rubbing my buttocks, not through clothes, his right hand, fingertips brushing my bare cleavage and palm planted firmly over my breast, through clothes. He pressed the tip of his tongue against my lips, there was urgency and passion in his actions and I finally opened my mouth to receive my first ever French kiss in my life.

I felt an earthquake running through my body; Ron felt it too, through my lips, through my breasts and right down to my pussy mound, quivering against the end of his cock. Ron's right hand slipped off of my breast, it slid down to my left hand, he took my hand in his and pulled his body back slightly without breaking our passionate kiss. Ron placed the flat of my palm over his cock through his trousers and underpants; he pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth in time with rubbing my hand up and down his cock.

I saw Ron check the time in his wall clock, then he closed my fingers around his cock and held them encircling his meat and he pulled my hand up and down again, just three times, he looked at the time again even though less than thirty seconds had passed. I felt Ron breathe in, then he sucked in his stomach muscles, he pulled my hand off of his cock momentarily, pulled my hand above his belt and in one swift movement he plunged it down inside his trousers and underpants and because my hand was still shaped as if I was holding his cock it slotted over his erection perfectly.

Ron didn't need to do anything to get me to grip his cock, I did that automatically and he began to lift my hand and pushed it down again until I took over myself and continued rubbing his dick, sticky pre-cum dribbling over my wrist as I did it. Once Ron was happy that I was doing what he wanted me to and he let go of my wrist, I felt him loosening his belt, then the button on the top of his trousers.

Both trousers and underpants slid down to Ron's ankles. Part of me wanted to look at my hand wrapped around his cock; I had seen hundreds of cocks on line but you never really knew how many had been monkeyed around with in Photoshop to improve their looks. Ron pulled his lips off of mine and he turned me anti-clockwise so that my hand never left his cock, it just rotated around it, slipping on the copious amounts of pre-cum dribbling from his cock's eye.

Ron pulled my hips away from the couch, I stepped back a half step but Ron stopped me, he pushed my shoulders forward while holding my hips in place, my right hand had to shoot out to stop me crash landing on my face into the back of Ron's couch but for some reason my left hand didn't leave his cock. I was looking over my shoulder as my hand continued to slide up and down his cock.

"My friend was going to give me this for her very expensive Jimmy Chew's!" Ron said as he started rubbing both hands all over my bottom and the backs of my thighs before lifting the back of my dress up above my suspender belt. I could see Ron's hands rubbing the bare flesh of my lower back and the vast expanse of my bum that wasn't covered by the thin strop of satin.

Ron stepped in a little closer; he was pushing my dress up higher until it was all wrapped around the back of my neck like a voluminous blue and white scarf. My hand was now painting my left buttock with my father-in-law's pre-cum. Ron pulled the back strap of my knickers to one side then he moved his hips so that his cock dragged a line of semen across my buttock until it engaged in my bum crack.

"It's up to you which hole you put it against, the one will be painful but safe, the other, far more pleasurable but also far more risky!"

Ron was leaving the choice up to me, I'm sure that he knew full-well that his son would never have put his cock up my arsehole in our marriage and he also knew that I had been a total innocent when I married his son so there was only one direction his cock was going and I was pushing it down and thrusting my backside back against his belly. As soon as Ron felt the warmth and moisture of my cunt from behind he stabbed his hips hard against my backside, my hand slipped away from his cock and then his cock slipped a little deeper into my cunt.

I was a little disappointed, it had been longer than I could remember since I had last felt a cock in my body and because of our relative positions Ron could only get two inches of his fat cock in my cunt so he had to stab faster and harder to set off the body quake inside me, starting at my toenails and rippling up my body, reaching a crescendo between my legs and then rippling outward again to the hairs on my head.

I was now hanging on for dear life with both hands to the back of Ron's couch as Ron thrust his cock into me as hard and fast as he could. The feeling was very pleasurable, actually in just a few moments Ron had given me more pleasure than his son had given me in our entire marriage, showing me just what I had been missing since I married the wrong man.

Suddenly my world flipped a little, in less than one heartbeat flat, Ron had pulled his cock out of my pussy, he'd flipped my body around, pushed my bum against the back of the sofa and had lifted my right foot off of the floor, in the second heartbeat his cock buried itself back into my cunt but this time, not just two inches of thick meat buried in my cunt but four inches, another stab of Ron's hips and his cock slipped in another inch.

I was fighting to remain upright but was slipping backwards and Ron had to grab the back of my neck to help keep me upright. Ron stabbed forward again and another half an inch of his cock disappeared into my cunt. Ron managed to get around six inches of his cock into my cunt but I could tell that in our current positions that was about all I was going to get from him. Ron kissed me again, then he pulled his upper body away from me and looked down, "My God, this view of your body alone was worth every penny I spent on your Christmas present and the extra for the Jimmy Chew's!"

Ron was taking me way beyond pleasure, way beyond any feeling I had ever had in my entire life before. Even though I didn't really know what I was doing or why, I hooked my heel over Ron's bum and tried to get even more of his cock into me, then it dawned on me that if I lifted my other foot off of the floor, I would be a little more unbalanced but, once I could link my feet together I'd probably get a little more of Ron's cock onto me.

I hooked my feet together and pulled my heels hard against Ron's bum, he fell forward and I got the full seven inches buried in me. I gave out a gasp of pain and pure joy at the same time, I sighed out an elongated, "Yyyeeessssss!" as Ron started pounding into me again, his teeth were gritted tight and he was muttering something about having to cum and not having much time left.

There was a noise outside, I could see the low shadows on the blind of young children outside Ron's den window, the noise I was making could probably have been heard in the winter's silence outside on Ron's drive, the shadows could have been my nieces and nephews but it could also have been my own three kids. It would take a little while for them to reach the front door and they'd all need to take off their boots and topcoats so Ron and I had a few seconds.

'What the hell has come over me, I should be running to get into my own clothes, heading for Ron's private bathroom, get out of sight as quickly as possible but I wasn't running, not even panicking really, I just wanted to feel Ron cum in my cunt as quickly as possible.'

Ron was starting to cum, his spunk flowing freely into my cunt and the floor as well. Ron and I were both distracted a little by the stream of people walking past his den's window. Ron finally pulled out of my cunt, my legs seemed to have a mind of their own and were refusing to release him but I think that was because my muscles had all gone into spasm and I couldn't order them to let Ron go free.

Voices were now in the hallway outside the door and footsteps coming closer. Ron took charge and prised my feet apart and they dropped to the floor like lead weights. Ron was already pulling his underpants and trousers up. I finally got my breath back and my head a little straighter; I grabbed my dress and ran for the bathroom, as I closed the bathroom door I saw my husband and his brothers walking into Ron's den, followed by my son and nephews, fortunately for me all eyes were focussed on Ron, as they usually were, Ron being the 'larger than life' character that he was. Well, I say all eyes, but my son may have looked in my direction, just a quick glance, but I couldn't be sure as he was often in his own 'day-dream' world.

It suddenly hit me that I had just allowed a man to fuck me, fuck me to completion in my vagina and, well I couldn't be sure but, if I was in my fertile period, from experience I knew that it would only take one fuck, my son was testament to that. Ron's shower was fixed to the wall but fortunately he had a shower attached to the sink taps at the side of the toilet, I picked it up and the head fell off of the pipe, I could see that I wasn't the first to use this appliance as a vaginal douche. I pushed the pipe into my cunt, turned the taps on and felt the warmth of the water, then I flipped the valve from tap to shower and let the water run into my body for five minutes.

My new panties were soaking wet with Ron's seed so I pulled my old knickers on, then my dress, I could have changed my underwear back to my old stuff, I told myself that I didn't because of the shortage of time but in all honesty, I really liked the way it felt and the way the bra made my bust look bigger and better shaped.

I wondered if anyone in Ron's study had seen the package with the rest of my present from Ron in it, I hadn't looked to see if Ron had put my name on the package so, if he hadn't, even if someone did see the open present they couldn't link it to me.

I was really conscious of the time so I just bundled my Jimmy Chew's in my underskirt with my old bra and my new knickers and hid the bundle in the mirror fronted cupboard. I took a deep breath, turned the light off in the bathroom and opened the door to Ron's den, just a crack, just enough to peep through. Ron was facing me and everyone had their backs to the bathroom, Ron had poured everyone a glass of mulled wine that had been standing, in a pitcher, on the hearth, in front of the blazing log fire. All the men had a small glass of the heated wine, the children had even smaller glass of warm wine.

Ron smiled when he saw my face peeping out of the bathroom door, he proposed a toast and as the assembled men responded before taking a sip from their glasses I took my leave, tiptoeing out of Ron's den with my old shoes in my hand. As I passed the kitchen I was 'caught' by my sister-in-law, Sarah, Paul's wife, she had been collecting extra wine glasses to take through to June's sewing room cum study.

Sarah looked at me, then she beamed a broad grin, "I see it was your turn to look after Ron's 'Special' Christmas present this year! Did you manage to get him off while we were at church?"

'What the hell do I say?' ran through my head, I didn't really want to speak so I just nodded my head.

"God, you did well then, we were only gone for forty-five minutes! Last year it was my turn, I had to make an excuse to get out of the Boxing Day Pantomime but then Ron had a little extra special fantasy that he wanted to play out last year."

Sarah took my arm and handed me the tray of clean glasses and then walked me to June's study. Half the family had drinks and the other half were waiting for glasses to drink the Christmas toast.

"I found Vicky look, and as usual she was in the kitchen washing the dishes by hand. I've thrown everything else in the dishwasher but I humoured her and let her finish off the glasses by hand."

I passed around the glasses to those without and June filled the adult's glasses and a lesser amount to the younger girls, with very good quality champagne. "I'm going to call on Victoria to make the toast this Christmas."

'Gee bloody thanks mum!' "Well, as you all know I'm never comfortable doing things like this but here goes. Could I ask all here present to raise their glasses and reflect on the meaning of this special day! Let's not dwell on what we're about to receive but on what we can give, not just in the next few hours but in the New Year that's rapidly approaching. So I give the salute. Giving freely and with love to others now and in the future!"

June responded in a loud, clear voice, "Giving love to others!"

The toast was mumbled by the women and girls standing in a semicircle around June and me. June congratulated me on my thoughtful toast and then ushered us all through to the family room where the men were all waiting for us. Sarah made a bee-line for Ron, they both looked over at me and Sarah smiled as Ron said something to her.

Sarah started collecting empty glasses from the left side of the room and I went down the right doing the same thing. I had taken one swallow of my champagne as usual, just enough for the toast and then I'd distributed what was left between my two daughters and two of their female cousins, the men and boys had been drinking hot spiced wine so champagne wouldn't have mixed very well.

Sarah and I carried twenty dirty glasses between us through to the kitchen and Sarah was stacking them in a basket to run through June's industrial dishwasher, "I prefer washing delicate glasses by hand."

Sarah laughed at me, "Delicate, these are the cheap ones, I wouldn't put June's lead crystal through it but these are nuclear bomb proof."

I gave in and put my glasses into the basket with hers, "Ron was really impressed, he said you looked fantastic in your new lingerie, he was wondering if you'd like a threesome on Boxing Day?"

"What!"

"You, me and him. I've already got out of going to the pantomime so I can spend the afternoon with Ron but he wanted a little longer to play with you too. Don't say yes or no right now but if you do want to play, when June starts filling the bus on Sunday just say you've got a headache and want to stay here to have a nap in a darkened room, I'll be here as soon as I see the bus leave the end of the lane."

I made one last dash around the family room collecting the last of the glasses and took them back to the kitchen, the basket with the first twenty glasses was just about to disappear beyond the rubber curtain into the heart of the dishwasher when I got back and Sarah was stacking the washed dishes into the various cupboards. Sarah looked at me seriously as I placed the last of the glasses in the recently emptied basket, "Vicky, if you do come to play on Sunday, dress up a little, you know, one of the outfits that Ron gave you tonight, high heels and, perhaps you'd like to have a shave before you come!"

I bent down slightly and rubbed my hand over my calf, "My legs aren't too bad, they don't need shaving."

"Not your legs sister darling, try shaving just an inch or so higher than your legs!"

"Oh...OH!"

Sarah grinned at the shocked look on my face then she chuckled as she left me in the kitchen to set the dishwasher basket on the ramp down into the machine.

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