Subject: Family Christmas
Story Codes: MF FF oral incest father mother daughter
Diary Date: December 25, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Christmas has always been a special time in our family and this year was no
different except now my "family" was one member larger with my new fiance
Steve joining in on the celebrations. Older traditions are nice but it’s fun
to start new ones as well.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Christmas Traditions Old and New
Chapter 2 – Getting Ready for Christmas
Chapter 3 - Christmas Eve
Chapter 4 - Christmas Morning
Chapter 5 - Christmas With Steve’s Mom
Chapter 6 - Christmas Afterglow
Chapter 1 – Chapter 1 – Christmas Traditions Old and New
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Anyone reading my diary knows I’m really big when it comes to family and
traditions. Other than God, my family comes first in my life. A big part of
family life are the traditions and the memories and relationships that come
as a result. It may not seem like a big deal, but seeing my dad put up the
angel at the top of our Christmas tree as the final decoration brings back
memories I’ll always cherish of our family being together and celebrating the
holidays. Sure, anyone could have placed it there but HE was the one who
always did. It just wouldn’t have seemed right had anyone else done it.
While there are some “enlightened” parents, AKA “I know better than anyone
else” parents, who think that teaching their kids about Santa Claus is
somehow a terrible act of subterfuge, my parents had me sitting on Santa’s
lap at the mall every year and I have the annual photos to prove it.
The funny part is that when I got older I became “too old” for such supposed
nonsense but then in my later teen years I started going to see Santa again.
As a result, today I have an album of “Santa” photos going back to when I was
just a baby to today, albeit with a few year missing in the middle. The
people at the mall think I’m a little “touched” when I ask for a Santa photo
but when I explain it to them they think it’s wonderful that I’ve maintained
such a tradition. It also doesn’t hurt that I bring my album with to prove
to them my story is real so they don’t think of me as some sort of weirdo. I
should also say that the Santas never seem to complain when I ask to sit on
their laps!
Christmas is that time of year when I think most families celebrate the most
traditions. For us, it’s always been a time of gathering for everyone on my
dad’s side of the family. My mom’s side is much smaller and with my mom’s
parents living so far away in Illinois, it’s not like we could just grab our
coats on Christmas morning and run over to their house. We usually try to
make it at some point during the holidays, but it’s not the same as with my
dad’s family who all pretty much live within an hour or so of each other.
Any time you get so many people together over the course of so many years,
there’s bound to be those times when tensions are raised due to events during
the past year. Still, the family rules no matter what. Even if they don’t
speak to each other much during the day, everyone shows up and for at least
one day a truce is declared.
A recent example was when my Aunt Linda started living with my dad after my
mom divorced him and took off to live in Oregon near her best friend. My
other aunts were aghast and refused to talk to her but nobody said anything
bad - at least not to her face. Of course there were a few quiet discussion
in the kitchen about the “nerve of that women” and a few less kind thoughts
but at least for that one day, we all sat at the same table and at least
pretended to be nice to one another.
Christmas was also the one time of the year I was glad to be an only child.
During the rest of the year I use to wish for a brother or sister at times
but Christmas morning was the perfect time to be the only kid in the house.
My parents are not exactly rich but they are pretty well off and yes, I was
more than a little spoiled - not that I ever complained.
One of the things that every kid learns early on is who gives them the “good
presents at Christmas. While the parents might be happy to see them, what
kid wants clothes? Which favorite aunt and uncle gives the best toys? Which
grandma gives out the little envelopes with the crisp twenty dollar bills in
them? Ask any kid and they’ll tell you whose present they want to open
first.
It was the same with my parents. Once a friend told me who Santa REALLY was,
I started to notice that the gifts from mom were different from the ones from
my dad. Of course, 90% of them were bought by mom and just as naturally,
most of those were “sensible” gifts, in other words things I “needed” more so
than the things I wanted.
Consequently my dad’s gifts were always my favorite. Even though they always
said “from Santa” on them (as they still do), I always knew which ones my mom
bought versus the ones my dad did. The new sweater was from my mom, the bike
was from my dad. The makeup was from my mom, the new computer was from my
dad. Mom’s gifts tended to be smaller, more numerous, and practical whereas
my dad’s were fewer in number but more expensive and fun.
As I started to reach puberty I began drawing the attention of the boys and
older men. It really doesn’t matter how old a girl is or whether she WANTS
such attention, just about all of them KNOW when someone is looking at them
“that” way. For some girls it’s embarrassing while for others it’s
exhilarating. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out which camp I was in. Part
of that is just in the DNA whereas I think to a large extent it’s all how you
were raised. For me, I always loved the attention and I’m sure more than one
father at church went home mumbling under his breath about that “damn tease”.
Then again, wasn't that the whole idea - at least for me.
It was at that time when my dad’s gifts started to change as well. I was
eleven when my dad bought me my first sexy lingerie set. I have no idea
where he even found such things my size but somewhere he’d managed to get his
hands on a VERY petite pair of sheer black lace panties with a matching bra
and hose. Of course there was nothing to fill out the bra but then it’s not
like it even was made into cups but was rather more like my bikini top
instead. I’d seen little girls wear such outfits in his porn movies so it
wasn't like I didn't know what they were, but I was a bit surprised to find
them under the Christmas tree with my name on the box! My mom was just as
surprised but she just shook her head and went along with everything.
Thus began another Christmas tradition, one which has now endured for fifteen
straight Christmas mornings. My dad would buy me a risqué outfit, my mom
would pretend to be flabbergasted, and I would then model it for him while he
took photos of me in my new Christmas outfit. I can clearly remember that
first Christmas morning when he told me to go up to my room and try it on.
Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I felt so much older and mature
wearing it. Sure the top was all for show as there was nothing there to
hide. Yes, the panties barely hung onto my straight hips. None of that
mattered to me. I hurried back downstairs and flaunted myself, pretending to
be a Victoria Secret model. My dad must have taken a hundred photos of me
that first year!
Each year after that I would open all my other presents first, reserving my
dad’s present for last. Of course I loved everything else I got but I have
to say, the one I never could wait to open was his. Each year was something
new and special. Sure there was the traditional French Maid outfit, the
nurse, the catholic schoolgirl but sometime it was something he picked out
and put together himself. When I would model for him most of them were
deliberately too small for me as well as being too “naughty” for public
consumption.
The key to all this is it wasn’t like I was showing him anything he hadn’t
seen before. We’d used the hot tub nude as a family since I was old enough
to remember and bedroom doors were more for when we had guests than everyday
usage. I use to see my parents masturbate, well mostly my dad, since I was
eight years old - or at least that’s my earliest memories of it, and when I
started at age 11 I was encouraged to do it when needed and not worry about
running off to hide when I did. It wasn't at all like I “performed” or
anything like that for them, it was just a natural act that any of us did
when needed, no different than scratching an itch.
Just as my Christmas gifts changed once I started masturbating, so they did
again when I started having sex with my boyfriend. I would come home from a
date and tell my parents all about it - and I do mean ALL. So I guess it was
only natural that the Christmas morning modeling should turn more erotic as
well with me posing in more sexual poses. It was just posing and I wasn't
stripping so my mom went along with it.
The next dramatic change to the Christmas morning modeling tradition came
when I was sixteen and had been having sex with my dad since that past
summer. Why just pose and keep your clothes on Christmas morning when you're
having sex every other day? Now it was like I would pose, then pose naughty,
then strip, and finally have sex with my dad while my mom took over the video
camera duties.
Chapter 2 – Getting Ready for Christmas
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I spent most of the week before Christmas this year at Steve's place.
Unfortunately he worked all week so I had to spend the nights alone but at
least I was in his bed and I could smell him on the pillow case and covers.
As I’m sure you know, I love to masturbate but I think I set a record even
for me in terms of how much I played those nights alone in his bed wishing he
was there!
His mom and I got along great while I was there but when Steve was out we
were no different than most mother's and future daughter-in-laws. We talked
about the wedding mostly. I tried to steer the conversation at times to her
other kids but she didn’t seem anxious to go there. I was curious about
Sharon as she and I had been best friends back in school. Indeed, she was
jealous of me when I started dating her brother as she had a major crush on
him herself. So far as I knew the feeling was NOT mutual so far as Steve was
concerned but I wondered at times if anything had ever happened there. Well
if they had, then I wasn’t going to find out from their mother, that was for
sure.
The conversation pretty much stayed away from anything sexual regarding
Steve. Marlene WAS interested in some of the things I'd been doing since
they’d moved away. I told her a lot as sooner or later I figured that she
would hear about most of it anyway and who better to hear it from than me.
Even so, I didn't tell her anything about my escorting days or when I would
go out with Kristi back when she was whoring. Marlene doesn't even know that
Kristi was heavily into prostitution for years and I guess I figured that was
something Kristi or her mom could tell her rather than me.
One nice thing about being a teacher is getting lots of time off during
Christmas. I spent most of it shopping although on my pitiful salary there
wasn’t much left after my monthly expense for expensive gifts. Indeed, as
much as I had loved having my own apartment, it was a blessing to be able to
live with Kristi and not have to pay rent. Once Steve and I were married we
would find a place of our own but for now we were trying to save up as much
as possible so he stayed with his mom while I stayed with Kristi.
One thing I did do with Steve was to go to the mall and get my annual photo
with Santa. Steve didn’t have any idea about my tradition so you can imagine
his surprise when I joined the line with all the moms and kids. He wasn't
the only one surprised as the girl taking orders looked for my kid and then
seemed unsure of what to do when I said that I was the one to sit on Santa’s
lap. She had to check with her boss but they were pretty good about it.
Steve thought it was hilarious. When we got back to my place I pulled out my
album and added the new photo at the end. Steve seemed surprised that I had
such a collection and then I mentioned something about how maybe someday our
daughter would have her own to add to the album. Now THAT certainly quieted
the conversation!
People ask me all the time if I plan to practice incest with my kids someday.
My answer is always the same - I have no idea. I certainly am not against it
and neither is Steve. We just haven’t discussed it a lot and even when we
do, the main issue is always around how it would get started. What age?
Would it make a difference if it was a boy or a girl? Is oral OK sooner or
do you wait to do everything? Do you leave it up to them to make the first
move, the way my mom had insisted be done with me, or do you encourage them
earlier? Well, we don’t have the answers and really, why is it so important
at this time anyway? I don’t want any kids until we’ve been married a year
or two and then it will be a long time after that before anything has to be
decided one way or the other.
Chapter 3 - Christmas Eve
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Christmas Eve day I went back home and got my presents wrapped and ready for
the tree. Kristi and I both went over to my dad’s place and then he and her
mom joined us and we all went out to eat - not as easy a task as you might
think. Finding a restaurant open on Christmas Eve can be quite a challenge!
After dinner we went back to their house and still had a couple of hours
before the service which didn’t start until 11:00 PM. We always go to the
late service on Christmas Eve as they still do the candle-lighting which I
love. Yes, it’s another tradition.
So anyway, we needed to change into something more formal for the service and
so I went up to my old bedroom with Kristi. We didn't even have time to pick
anything out to wear before my dad appeared at the door. He had undressed
and was naked under an open robe which didn't quite cover up his crotch. It
was quite obvious what was on his mind! Both Kristi and I were expecting
that he would want us both so we were a bit surprised when he asked Kristi if
she would mind letting us be alone. He explained that this was the last
Christmas Eve before I was to be married and he would have to share me with
another man. He didn't mean anything bad by that, just that it was a
transition that we all would be making.
I could tell that Kristi would have rather stayed but she went off to her mom
as my dad fucked me on my bed, just as he has done so many times in the past.
It had been a while though since he had done me on my own bed so it was sort
of special. Neither of us had any doubt as to how it would end - with his
dick deep in me, filling my wet pussy with his incestuous sperm. I always
like it when a guy cums in me but there’s something special when my dad cums
in me and he knows it.
My dad took his time with me so by the time we were finished it was almost
time for the service. Aunt Linda just grinned and shook her head when I came
down in my new red Christmas dress and lifted it up to show her my bare
bottom and freshly fucked pussy. Kristi was right next to her and teased me,
asking me whose cum I would have in me for next Christmas - my dad’s or my
husband’s. I didn’t answer, just grinned and let her wonder but it DID make
me think about it later in church as I felt my pussy draining a little.
Ever since I was sixteen my dad had always fucked me before Christmas Eve
service, just as he does before most church services. I was already starting
to see that being married was going to be complicated at times! Then again,
did it really have to be one or the other? Of course that would just lead to
further complications such as who would do me first.
When we got back from the service we were all tired so we went straight to
bed. Being it was Christmas Eve we did something that normally we never do -
we all slept in the same bed. It started with us all in our sides spooning,
starting with my dad at one side, then me, then Aunt Linda and finally Kristi
at the other side. I can say one thing, when I was laying like that with my
dad’s dick nestled in between my butt cheeks, his hand on my boobs while I
could feel my Aunt’s warm nude body against me, my boobs pressed into her
back and my hand on her bare hip, it was wasn't visions of sugar plums that
were dancing in my head!
I must’ve really been tired because I didn't wake once during the night and
if it hadn’t been for getting bumped who knows how long I might have stayed
in bed. I was woken by the rustling next to me and I saw it was Kristi and
her mom going at it. I think at times Kristi really misses her mom since my
aunt moved in with my dad. After all, she’d been sleeping with her mom since
she was just two years old and having sex with her almost all that time in
one way or another so it had to be a bit traumatic when my aunt moved into
another bed.
Chapter 4 - Christmas Morning
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When I woke up my dad was still asleep, flat on his back and snoring a bit.
As usual, he’d tossed off the covers and was laying there all nice and naked
with his shriveled dick flopped over on a bed of thick black pubic hair.
Well, when your aunt and cousin are 69’ing next to you and your dad is laying
there with his dick out and available, what’s a girl suppose to do? So I did
what comes natural - I sucked it! I love sucking a guy’s dick when he is
asleep. It’s like a dick has a mind of its own and never sleeps. No matter
how sound asleep a guy may be his dick never fails to respond. In fact, some
guys seem to get harder faster when they are asleep then when they’re awake.
Maybe it’s because asleep they don’t have “performance” issues.
So anyway, when I had my dad good and hard I carefully mounted him. I had to
nudge my cousin over a bit but she wasn't paying me much attention. Using my
fingers I lined him up with my pussy. Just I started to lower myself onto
him and thought I was going to get away with this and not wake him, his eyes
popped open and for a moment he was confused but then as he his mind cleared
he realized what was happening and just smiled at me.
Well, that started off Christmas Day and what a nice way to start! Kristi
saw what I was doing and she got a little demanding so I traded with her and
eventually my dad came in her while I was enjoying my aunt’s hairy pussy.
Actually, I think that was the first time he’d fucked her in quite a while so
I couldn't blame her for being a little pushy. She may prefer young boys but
when it comes to her uncle I think she gets a kick out of how he gets off
fucking her.
After my dad came in Kristi I got a little possessive and ate his cum from
her pussy even though her mom was trying to get it for herself. I did share
it with her after, swapping it back and forth a couple of times before
swallowing it all down. I had already swallowed before I thought about
Kristi but I didn't feel TOO sorry for her. After all, she had gotten it in
her pussy first so she didn't have any right to complain.
We’d REALLY slept in late - or least we stayed in bed late and it was almost
9:00 AM by the time we got up, used the bathroom and finally made our way
downstairs to the tree. Just then Steve arrived straight from work. He must
have been so tired but he wasn't going to miss Christmas morning with us. I
felt a little bad his mom was home alone but he said he would be going over
there after we were done with presents. Steve saw how flushed we all were
and I kissed him and told him not to worry - I still wanted him and badly at
that. He sort of grimace when he tasted my mouth. One thing I can say about
my guy - he doesn’t have a bi cell in his body!
Steve quickly undressed so everyone was naked but me. I was wearing a cute
little t-shirt with glittered letters announcing I’d been a bad girl for
Santa which everyone laughed at. It didn't even come down to my hips but I
felt better having something over my top at least. The others were
comfortable being nude but I was happier this way.
Although I’d been a bad girl (LOL), Santa was pretty good to me. Steve
bought me an Apple iTouch which I love. My dad bought me this absolutely
stunning sheer bra and thong set. It was pure black but so sheer it was
almost more like a light shadow on me than actually covering anything. It
really showed off my boobs to their best and the thong was almost an
afterthought in that it really didn't cover anything, especially in back. Of
course I modeled it, just as I always do when he gives me an outfit for
Christmas. What made it all the better was that this year I had a fiancé to
show off in front of as well.
Steve was a pretty good sport and he even fucked me in front of the others
while I was wearing my new outfit. Of course I had let my dad be the first
since he gave it to me, not to mention he had seniority rights to my pussy.
I warned them both sternly not to get cum all over my new outfit but you can
imagine how well they listened to THAT, LOL. Oh well, I guess that's the
whole point in the first place, isn't it? Not like it’s anything I would
wear to school, even under my dress.
Steve didn't ask me but I knew he wanted me to go with him back home to be
with his mom so I offered. My dad didn't say anything but his eyes said it
all - his little girl was moving on. Normally I would have spent the rest of
the morning showing him my appreciation for his gift but today was the start
of a new chapter in my life. I felt my heart wrench a little but then again,
I had Steve now and it’s not like I hadn’t made my dad happy for Christmas.
So he only fucked me once, at least he got that!
Chapter 5 - Christmas With Steve’s Mom
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Com[pared to the morning, Christmas afternoon at Steve’s house was much more
subdued. First of all, nobody was naked although his mom was wearing just a
short robe that seemed more like something for summer than cold winter.
We exchanged gifts with me acting as Santa’s elf, passing them out one by
one. Steve and his mom sat on the couch next to one another. I felt bad for
her that she had been alone all morning so it seemed only fair that I let her
get the attention - at least for the time being.
Watching Steve and his mom together on the couch the way they were acting,
most people would probably come to a conclusion that would be 100% wrong. So
far as mothers and sons go, they were probably the most “touchy feely” of any
that I’d ever known but it wasn't like they were stepping over any lines.
The robe was pretty short and with her legs crossed it pulled up high enough
that I could tell she wasn't wearing much, if anything, under it but at the
same time she kept it closed such that it couldn't be verified.
Steve kept one hand on her bare leg most of the time, running up and down her
upper thigh and even pressing in between her crossed legs at times but never
actually reaching her crotch. She did more or less the same with him though
he was wearing jeans. Her hand would wander up his leg and even brushed
against the bulge underneath but it wasn’t like she dwelled on it.
I handed Marlene a present from Steve which she gleefully opened. It was a
gold ankle bracelet, similar to one that I liked to wear and I knew Steve
always seemed to notice when I was wearing it - especially when it was all
that I was wearing. She was thrilled and leaned over to give him a kiss -
not the peck on a cheek you typically see on Christmas mornings but a full on
the lips version along with a bit of tongue as well.
As she leaned over her robe opened, exposing her bare breasts but they were
covered up again when he reached over and cupped them in his hands - over top
of the robe of course. As Steve squeezed his mother’s boob she pressed down
on his crotch with her open palm, rubbing it in small circles over his jeans.
Finally they broke apart and she thanked him once again for the beautiful
bracelet. Then they turned and sat back again, as if nothing had happened.
This wasn't by any means the first time I had witnessed something like this
between the two of them so I wasn't shocked or even surprised. The first
time I had seen Steve groping his mother I thought for sure it meant that
there was more going on between them than they had let on but he assured me
later that it was nothing like that. It was just innocent play between them
and while I was suspicious at first, as time went on I came to realize that
he was telling me the truth.
Never once did I see his hand slip under her clothing or into her pants.
Everything was always over her clothes, even if it was only a thin t- shirt
and gym shorts or even just a bra and panties. Steve tended to be more
forward, cupping her breasts in his hands and rubbing her crotch while she
usually stayed away from anything too close to the line although at times,
such as now when she was especially emotional, her hand would slip to his
crotch for a few brief moments.
Thus as I said, if anyone had seen what I had just watched for the first
time, no doubt they would think that Steve and his mom had an incestual
relationship but now that I’d watched them for the past six months or so I
can say conclusively that it is simply not the case. Granted had they done
in public what they had just done on the couch it would have attracted a lot
of attention, but I saw it now as just a mother and son playing around
together. If anything, for them to do it in front of me made me feel part of
their family.
Seeing Steve’s outward displays of affection for his mother, I wondered at
times if he did the same with Sharon, his sister. Still, anytime I brought
up anything close to that subject he would change the conversation to a
different direction. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about her; he
told me all the time about what she did and such. He just never seemed to
want to discuss anything more personal.
At first I thought maybe he was covering something up, just as I suspected
more was going on between him and his mother than they were letting on. But
just as I came to accept his rather complicated arrangement with his mother,
I also came to accept his reluctance to discuss his sister was more because
he didn't feel anything sexual about her and as such didn't want to talk
about it.
After Steve’s present to his mother, I was almost reluctant to give her mine
as I couldn't afford anything like that. In fact, I had to wonder how Steve
did but then I guess when it comes to your mom you sometimes spend beyond
your means. She was more than polite when she opened mine and I even felt
that she was genuinely pleased. It was a small bible that would fit into her
purse. I’d debated heavily over whether or not to give it to her as she
rarely went to church but that just made me feel all the more that it was
something I wanted to give her. She knew how religious I was even though I
tried not to preach. I just hoped that maybe it might be a small reminder to
her.
To my surprise, she handed the bible to Steve and moved off the couch and
down to her knees in front of where I’d been sitting on the floor in front of
the couch. She put her hand on my legs which were crossed underneath me and
then leaned forward to kiss me. It was the first time she had ever done such
a thing and for a moment I was too surprised to react but then her tongue
touched my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth and let my tongue reach
out to hers. I had to balance myself from tipping back with my hands as she
pressed herself into me as we kissed. After a minute or so she backed away
on her knees, looking a little embarrassed.
“I hope you don’t mind me doing that Kelly,” she said softly, looking back at
Steve for a moment and then back to me, “I just feel so lucky that my son
found a girl like you and I really appreciated the thought behind your gift
and I wanted to show you how I felt.”
I assured her it was perfectly fine with me and for a moment I almost got up
to give her a kiss in return... and then who knows what after that but she
quickly resumed her place next to her son. Realizing that I had
misunderstood her intentions completely, I felt a sense of relief that I had
not done anything foolish to break the mood. While I may have felt something
stirring, I could see clearly that now that I was betrothed to her son she
was treating me no differently than she did him. It was a kiss - and just a
kiss. In that moment I came to understand even more the relationship between
them. His hand may have quickly found its place again between her legs, but
he wasn't looking to have sex with her, he was just enjoying being with his
mother.
Later when I was back in my bed alone, I thought a lot about Steve and his
mother. It reminded me of something I have said to many people in the past
that write to me about wanting to start an incestual relationship with their
son or daughter. I usually discourage such thoughts as I don’t believe most
families have the structure and support system necessary for such a
relationship, followed with the statement, “Remember, you don’t have to have
sex with your daughter to show her that you love her.”
Indeed, Steve and his mom were the living embodiment of that statement. They
loved each other as much as any son and his mother could but they didn't need
sex to convey that love. It made me wonder what might have happened if I had
never started having sex with my dad. I have never doubted for a moment that
even without sex we would have still been close and I have never felt for one
moment that his love for me was conditional on me submitting to his sexual
needs. I’ve also felt that by giving myself to him we have taken our
relationship to a different level and I have never regretted for one moment
what I have done with him. Still, seeing how Steve and his mother have
managed to work it out between them to where they come CLOSE to the line but
never cross it, I have to wonder how it would have been had I done the same
with my own father.
Then it was Steve’s turn to give me his present. Imagine my surprise when I
saw that he had picked out the exact same ankle bracelet for me that he had
given his mother! Now it was my turn to kiss him and I made sure to at least
match his mother’s kiss. One big difference was when he reached for me his
hands went inside my blouse and I felt his fingers touching my bare breast.
My nipples were already quite hard from everything so far so it felt
wonderful for him to play with them as we kissed in front of his mother.
I turned to Marlene and suggested that we show off our matching presents. I
traded places with Steve, sitting next to his mother as he put the bracelet
on his mother’s ankle first, and then mine. I noticed that he made sure to
feel up both of our lower legs equally in the process. Smart boy!
Finally it was her turn to hand out presents so Steve traded places with her,
finally sitting next to me. She brought out only one present and handed it
to me, saying it was actually for the both of us. I did the honors and
unwrapped it, opening the box to find a beautiful leather bound photo album.
Inside were some pictures of the two of us starting as babies up through our
teens and even some recent ones.
“Your dad helped me out with yours,” she explained, answering my question
before I could ask it, “I know it’s a little old-fashioned these days but I
hope you keep it up in the future.”
Now it both our turns to kiss her again so for the second time I got to kiss
my future mother-in-law. This time it was more comfortable and we stayed
together a little longer before parting.
I smiled at Steve and whispered in his ear, suggesting to him that we needed
to do something special for his mom. He grinned and turned to me,
unbuttoning my blouse without saying another word. Marlene realized what we
were doing and moved back to an overstuffed chair across from the couch.
Soon Steve had me naked except for my new Christmas present and was eating me
out as I laid back against the back of the couch.
While his mom watched, we fucked right there in the living room on the couch.
Normally when she watches we don’t make a big deal out of it and do our best
not to pay attention to her so she doesn’t feel like she is interfering. Not
today. This time we fucked for HER and I even tried to talk to her while her
son fucked me. She seemed to enjoy me saying how I felt but she remained
stayed quiet herself. From the way she was smiling though I knew that she
appreciated the special effort we were making for her.
At one point we were spooning on the couch, facing her so she could see her
son’s wonderful dick as it thrust in and out of her future daughter-in-law’s
pussy. Marlene shifted in the chair, ticking one leg under her bottom and
straightening out her robe. For a moment I thought she was going to start
playing with herself, maybe even masturbate finally for the first time as she
watched us. But it wasn’t to happen, she was just getting comfortable. The
closest she came to any response was to run her fingers through her hair,
twisting it around her middle finger and then tugging on it.
Steve groaned and started to cum in me and I saw Marlene lean forward just a
bit as her son emptied his load inside of me. Her eyes were fixated on where
his dick was entering me and for a brief moment I saw her lick her lips but
then she caught herself and settled back into the chair again.
When Steve had finished we just laid there with his arms around me, holding
my boob in his one hand while the other was under my head and reaching back
to stroked his fingers through my hair. I felt his head rest on my bare
shoulder as we just laid there coupled together, my pussy throbbing with the
feel of his dick remaining in me.
Marlene quietly got up and left the room without a word, leaving the two of
us to have some private time. I was so turned on by her watching us that I
wasn’t ready to quit so I pushed Steve away and kneeled at the side of the
couch so I could suck his dick back into life again. It didn't take much
effort as it turned out and this time he fucked me on the floor, me laying on
my back against the rug with one pillow from the couch under my head and
another under my butt. It was just the two of this time with Marlene nowhere
in sight - or so I thought.
Steve was still fucking me missionary style when I realized that Marlene was
back - and this time with her camera. I wasn't sure whether I should say
anything or not but I also knew that the last thing I wanted was for Steve to
stop fucking until I came. Well THAT was soon to arrive and any thoughts of
her camera disappeared as my orgasm racked my sweating body.
It wasn't until we were done and I struggled to get back on my feet that
Marlene said anything. She handed her son the camera saying, “Here,
something for your new album to remember your first Christmas together.”
Now all I had to do was see if she could dig up those photos she took of us
back when we first dated. My dad certainly had some of me growing up that I
knew Steve wouldn’t mind adding. I had a feeling our new album wasn’t going
to be out on the coffee table when the pastor visited!
Chapter 6 - Christmas Afterglow
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As incredible a day as it turned out to be, one thing kept it from being a
perfect Christmas - my mom didn't make it. With the bad weather and
resulting flight problems it was probably for the best but still, I was
disappointed as I was looking forward to finally giving her the fiancé she
has been waiting for so long! I always thought we would have to wait until
after I was married because my mom doesn't believe in adultery but now that
she and my dad are divorced there's nothing stopping her from enjoying Steve
right now.
Putting that aside, I can see now that with two families there will be some
new traditions going forward. Just as my dad always gives me a special
outfit each year, would Steve be giving both me and his mother the same
present? Just as I always let my dad fuck me in appreciation for his gift,
would Steve and I be doing it in front of his mother every year in
appreciation for hers?
Yes, family traditions can be fun!
THE END
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