Subject: Family Christmas (MF, FF, oral, incest)
Diary Date: December 25, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
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 risqu� 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 tired 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 tow 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 it�s 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 had 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 fianc� 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 on 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 have 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 fianc� 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!