Subject: Family Christmas
Story Codes: MF FF oral incest father mother daughter aunt niece
Diary Date: December 25, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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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
fianc‚ Steve joining in on the celebrations. Older traditions are nice
but it's fun to start new ones as well.
Table of Contents
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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 gifts 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 mothers and their future daughter-in-law. 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 lying 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 lying there with his dick out and available, what's a girl
supposed 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
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 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 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!
THE END