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Christmas Angel (family, mf, inc)
by Mark (myfrthal@aol.com)

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"Why, Aunty Clara," the young woman cried, clutching the
towel to her amply-endowed chest, "what a surprise!
Whatever are you about?"

"Come sit by me, my angel," said the naked woman on the couch,
holding out her arms and inviting her freshly-showered niece
Amy onto the cushions beside her.  Clara's breasts were full
and heavy, tipped with large dark nipples.  Her skin, tan and
finely wrinkled, was a sharp constrast to the soft pale
smoothness of the girl before her.  The hair between her
legs was dark and tangled, and Amy found her eyes lingering
on that mysterious cleft.  "It is time you were educated."

"Whatever do you mean, Aunty?" Amy asked, sitting down
obediently beside the older woman, the towel barely
covering the exuberant curves of her young womanhood.

For answer, Clara took Amy's face in her hands and drew it
to her own.  Amy gave a little gasp of surprise as her
Aunt's mouth closed on her lips, but soon she found herself
melting against Clara's naked body, her towel forgotten,
all her senses concentrated on the feel of Clara's lips on
hers, Clara's tongue thrusting hungily into her mouth.
She barely noticed her Aunt's hands pulling at the towel.

Then she was pressed back against the sofa, Clara's hands
squeezing and caressing her big young breasts, and Clara's
mouth closing over the delicate pink nipples, now hard
and erect with new-found passion.  "Oh, Aunty," Amy
cried, "oh, I shall die!"  Warmth spread out from the
secret place between her legs to engulf her sweetly-writhing
body, and she began to gasp rhythmically.  With a single
touch of her palm to Amy's sweetly-open pussy, Clara
brought the lovely young woman to a screaming orgasm.

"Now, my dear," said Clara, leaning back and opening her
legs to her niece, "you may eat my twat."

"Thank you," Amy whispered, and knelt on the floor, lowering
her head to her Aunt's bush and pressing her pouting ruby
lips to Clara's thighs.  Soon the older woman was gasping
and panting, bucking her hips to press her cunt into Amy's
face, and pinching her own nipples with her long blood-red
fingernails.

"Why, what is this?" Ted exclaimed from the doorway.  His
strong young frame was clad in athletic shorts and a T-shirt,
and the sheen of sweat on his skin testified that he was just
in from the playing fields.  "Sister, what are you doing to
our Aunty's private parts?  Why are you naked here on the
floor?"

No answer came from the busy women before him.  He tried to
turn his head away from the scene, especially the wild swaying
of his Aunt's large pendulous breasts and the bobbing of his
sister's naked bottom as she knelt on the carpet.  But his
manhood was stirred, and before he knew what he was doing,
he found himself on the ground as well, with his hands on
the sweet globes of his sister's rear, spreading open her
nether reaches and fingering her sweet pussy.

"Oh, Ted," Amy exclaimed, lifting her head for a moment from
Clara's love-tunnel, but continuing to thrust with her slim
fingers, "Ted, why are you fondling me?"  The young man
said nothing, only rising from the floor enough to work
his shorts and drawers down his thighs.  His male member
stood thick and rigid before him.

"Do not fear, my angel," gasped Clara from the couch,
"allow your brother's manhood into you; I would very
much like to watch him fuck you while you make me come."
Amy moaned and spread her thighs further apart, and in
a moment Ted plunged his blood-engorged staff fully into
her.  "Yes," Amy cried out, "yes, Ted, fuck me now!  I
want to feel you come in my hot pussy!"

As the first of her orgasms began to grip her, Clara cried
out, glorying in the feel of her sweet nieces mouth on
her cunt, and the sight of Ted's strong sweating body
rocking as he fucked the young woman from behind.  It
was going to be a good Christmas, she was certain.
