1 comments/ 310278 views/ 23 favorites Everyone's Kissing Santa Claus By: sirhugs I was startled awake by a thump. If I was still a kid, I would have sworn it was reindeer hooves landing on the roof above my attic bedroom. Despite being twenty-eight years old, I was still excited by Christmas. I lay in bed, listening. I could hear more sounds coming from inside the house. Just like a little kid, I couldn't resist. I slowly climbed out of my narrow childhood bed and crept to the stairs. I peeped through the trapdoor, but I couldn't see much. From here though, the sounds were clearer. If I was 12, I would be upset to learn Mom and Dad were wrapping presents at 2 a.m. Now, I would soon start my own family. Before New Year's, I would fly off to join my fiancée, Georgia, in her hometown to tell her folks she was pregnant. My parents had taken it well, not upset that we had slipped up and conceived before the wedding day. My Mom, Abby, had joked, "I guess that's what we get for making you share that tiny bed when you visited at Thanksgiving." I slowly lowered myself down to the second floor, curious about the noises, but cautious about waking up anyone sleeping. In addition to my parents, my older brother and his wife had brought their nineteen year old daughter to visit. My niece Carly was the sort of slim 'machine made for fucking' that turned heads of both men and women. Fortunately, her personality was enough of a turn off to balance out any lustful thoughts. She swore like a truck driver, and chain smoked unfiltered French cigarettes, dressing all in black. Her idea of good conversation was picking out words that might possibly be insults to women. Or lesbians. Or the environment. I had yet to spend an hour with Carly where we didn't argue. Carly was sharing my sister's room with her. Felicia had just turned 22. Mom called her their "New Year's surprise nine months later." None of us teased Mom about Felicia's olive toned skin being many shades duskier than Dad's Swedish heritage allowed. Dad was just too nice and easy going, and if Dad accepted that Felicia was his, who were we to argue? Dad seemed pleased that after her maternity leave, Mom had been named the newest Vice President of the Sanchez Salsa Company. Her boss had given her a huge bonus in addition to the raise, but had stopped inviting them to his mansion for New Year's Eve parties. Felicia was the only one in the family who tolerated Carly's sullen attitude. My sister got along with everyone, and not surprisingly, was studying in school to be a diplomat. As I tiptoed to the stairs, I paused in her open doorway. I noticed Felicia's clothes scattered on the floor, including her hot pink silk pajama set. This reminded me of how often I had fought unsuccessfully to ignore those taboo urges, the fantasies in which Felicia walks into my room and strips naked, not saying a word, until her lacy panties fall to the floor and she says, "Let's get it on." In the dream, I could never resist the instinctive desire to screw this cocoa coloured beauty, so I would silently strip in response. My favourite variation ended with Felicia bent over my bed as I ass fucked her. Though this had never really happened, I always ended up with my cock in my hand whenever the thoughts recurred. Her bedroom only contained one bed, but since it was queen sized, everyone figured there was lots of room for sharing. Despite this, I saw that the bedding was flung to the floor. Carly was curled up, spooned so that her full breast were mashed into her Aunt's back, only a thin layer of flannel separating their skin. I noticed for the first time that my sister slept in the nude, which seemed odd for a sharing scenario. Carly's arm was wrapped around Felicia's side and as they snuggled in their sleep, Carly's fingernails brushed lightly on Felicia's brown nipple, which was tantalizingly erect. Despite my fantasies, I had never encountered my sister in a sexual moment. Our age difference was such that I had moved away when she was still a child, and as a young man, I had always found lots of playmates my own age. I had only visited home occasionally since finishing school, and usually had brought my female friend of the moment in toe. Still, as I watched Felicia's breathing heave her ample tit against Carly's fingers, I recalled what one lover, Elle, had said. She had thought my sister, who had been 20 at the time, was bi. Or maybe even lesbian. In fact, she had said, after a particularly drunken Fourth of July barbeque that she thought Felicia had been coming on to her. When Elle confronted Felicia, my sister had giggled and slurred, "Only if you talk my big brother into a threesome with us." At the time, it had seemed like a sisterly joke. Now, feeling my cock rising in my pajamas, I wondered whether I ought to have pursued the idea. Elle had not been bi, but was curious, and had been a lusty lover. In fact, sex with her had been better than with my fiancée. If Elle hadn't gone surfing in Australia last summer, it might be her that got pregnant with my child. Those thoughts did nothing to reduce the swelling in my groin, and I found myself comparing Carly with Elle and with Georgia. Both Carly and Elle had natural full breasts, and slim athletic builds. Elle had favoured more flattering clothing than Carly, and tended to be tanned all over whereas Carly, in this early winter, was pale as porcelain. 'Potential advantage Elle', I thought, but then gave my head a shake. This was not any contest. Carly was my niece. I was not going to fuck her. I would not even if she asked. Not that she would. The tip of my cock had some how pressed through the slit in my pajama pants. The cold night air in the old farmhouse failed to suppress my excitement. My thoughts now shifted to Georgia. She had been Elle's roommate, the inevitable third point in our triangle. Georgia was also an athlete, but her enthusiasm was field hockey and she had the muscles and bruised shins to go with the rough sport. Elle had told me that the reason Georgia never dated was that while they were in school, Georgia had lost her virginity when raped by a football player. Although she recovered to later enjoy a lesbian relationship with her English Lit prof, after graduation, Georgia had been celibate. Not that Georgia had suffered without orgasms. Elle and I often enjoyed lounging in bed after a hearty sex romp, listening to Georgia finishing herself off on the other side of the bedroom wall. Knowing it was our noise which inspired her had made us inevitably resume another round. I had often tried to get Elle to invite Georgia to join us fucking in the shower, but it had never happened. Georgia never even touched me when Elle and I made out on the couch, or when we all went to a movie together. Only after Elle left did Georgia make a move. I had called her up to go see some action thriller with Ashley Judd. In the darkness, Georgia had whispered in my ear, "Ashley looks just like my old lover did. Does she make you as horny as I am?" "Why don't you check in my pants?" I had teased. I was shocked when she immediately extracted my semi hard prick from my pants and proceeded to deep throat me in the crowded cinema. She swallowed all my cum without a word, then sat up. Her lips glistened in the light of the projector until she licked them clean. She turned and kissed me deeply, as if testing me to find out whether the taste of my own sperm offended me. We had been fucking ever since, starting the next morning when I ate my cream pie out of her. Sex with me had seemed to burst a dam of sensuality built up inside Georgia, and now I never knew when I came home whether I might find one of her field hockey team mates curled up in our bed, or her cunt filled with a coworker's cream, ready for me to eat her clean. Anyone else's Mom might be shocked to know I was wondering what shade my baby – Georgia's baby that is - would be. Given Felicia's colouring, I trusted my Mom to be cool regardless of any hint that paternity might be in doubt. Not that I cared. Just like Dad, I would love this baby regardless. As my mind wandered from the scene in my sister's bed through recent history, I stroked my shaft. Thinking about the likelihood that Georgia would pull a train at our reception and let me eat out a whole buffet of flavours in the honeymoon suite led me to decide that Carly likely was no where nearly that perverse. Not that I was ever going to find out. Fresh noises downstairs interrupted my voyeurism just as Felicia rolled over and, still sleeping, embraced Carly. I slowly shuffled across to the top of the staircase, peering through the spindles on the banister like a little kid watching for Santa. The only lights came from the giant twelve foot tall tree Dad had some how levered into a corner of the living room. "If we have to heat these high ceilings all winter, best enjoy them a bit too," he had said. Dad was always both practical and fun loving. I expected I might see Mom and Dad playing "Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". That in itself would be no shock. Whatever else Mom might do for fun, she and Dad never hid their mutual lust. When I had lived at home, I had regularly interrupted them in states of undress, in almost every room of our big old house. After a while, I learned to knock even before entering the laundry room. I figured the combination of Christmas Eve excitement, Mom coming home tipsy from her office party, and Dad dressed as Santa wrapping gifts would be irresistible. I suppose if I had been fully awake, I would have thought of that before I got up. My child-like excitement might still have caused me to think reindeer rather than horny parents. Previously, I had always been more than just embarrassed upon walking in on my parent's sex lives. Now that I had watched Felicia snuggling with Carly though, my voyeurism had totally taken control. Common sense had nothing to say about what happened next. Mom was half dressed in a red slip set, her party dress stripped to her knees. Her well rounded ass stuck up towards me, still firm looking, despite her age and having had three kids. Her head was buried in Santa's lap. 'Oh...a new sort of kissing for Santa this year. Nothing like improving on tradition,' I thought. I watched Santa's gloved hand curl around Mom's ass. I think I groaned out loud as Santa first gently rubbed her flesh, pulling the hem of the slip up and the panty down. Santa then began gently slapping Mom's ass. "Oh. Yes, Santa, I have been a naughty girl. And this is so much better than a lump of coal in my stocking," Mom murmured, as Santa jerked back in Dad's creaky old rocking chair. I recognized these as the sounds that had woke me up. I guess the noise masked my groans, because neither Mom nor Santa reacted to me being there. My cock, already huge after spying on the girls, grew heavier as I tried to reconcile my arousal with the reality that I was watching my Mom have sex. No matter how open my parents were about the topic, I had never considered Mom as a fantasy object. Mom shifted around a bit and I slipped down a stair or two, hoping to see her licking Santa's swollen cock, taking it deep into her mouth. I stroked my shaft as Santa caressed Mom's hair with one hand and spanked her with the other. Mom's head flew rapidly across Santa's crotch from side to side. Santa released Mom's hair to allow her free movement and began flicking Mom's nipple, and then pushed the slip aside to expose her heavy boob. Santa cupped the dangling mass of flesh in one gloved hand. Mom leaned back; a moan escaping her lips as Santa's other hand curled around her butt and toyed with her wet pussy. I crept down a few stairs, figuring to see the knob Mom was polishing. 'Not too gay,' I self critiqued as I noticed the neatly piled presents under the tree and the wrapping paper and scissors tossed aside carelessly. Santa had obviously interrupted Mom's last minute wrapping. Mom lifted her head from Santa's lap and reached up to kiss Santa and run her fingers through the snowy white beard as Santa played with her nipples, gloved fingers flicking from one to the other. It was Santa's turn to kiss Mom's neck as her hands worked in Santa's lap. My hand was busy too, fondling my swollen cock. I could see that Mom loved having her throat nibbled, and the furry texture of Santa's beard on her soft skin was increasing her moaning. She took Santa's beard in one hand and pulled Santa's mouth down to her lips, kissing passionately as she crawled up into Santa's lap. I noticed that Santa's tongue was pink and delicate; not fat and rough looking like Dad's. Whoever was hidden within the stuffed suit was not my father. 'Even more interesting,' I told my friendly handful of cock, which nodded at me in agreement. Then Mom leaned back a bit and started undoing Santa's suit. "It's awfully warm Santa, let's get you more comfy," she cooed like a teenager, not at all acting her age. Santa half turned, twisting so that the red coat gaped open. I was shocked to see a red bra inside the coat, which cradled two ripe full tits capped with aroused nipples pressing through the lace. Suddenly I realized that this Santa not only wasn't Dad, it was a woman! Not that my throbbing cock minded, but the small part of my brain not overridden by the reptile brain stem was shocked. Despite Mom's slutty activities, I had never suspected she liked girly sex. All my experiences watching Georgia and her team mates flooded through my mind as I compared Mom's mature ripeness with my fiancée's youthful strength. I quickly concluded that each was beautiful. I turned back to waiting for Santa's identity to be revealed, settling quietly on the stairs so as not to disturb the show. Santa's coat was now fully open as Mom flicked her tongue across each protruding lace covered nipple in turn, pausing to lick the creamy flesh in the valley between the mounds. Santa did not have huge porn star tits, but the underwire bra did a nice job of presenting her flesh for suckling. Right now they seemed to be shouting "look here." I know I could not resist. Santa shifted, arching her back to raise her tits further, thrusting them up to Mom's face, which was now buried in the cleavage. First Mom's cheeks and then her teeth nudged the lacy cups further open as Mom laved the inner surfaces of each breast. After a minute or two, Santa's left boob popped out of the bra, her stiff brown nipple exposed to the cool air before being warmed by Mom's plump moist lips. I watched Mom suck the thick nub into her lips, but could only imagine the pleasure that her teeth were causing, although Santa's groan was confirmation that Mom was a pro at this. Mom's left hand popped out of Santa's lap long enough to pull the jolly elf's right tit free, and lingered to twist Santa's nipple. I watched Mom's right hand thrusting into Santa's lap. 'She must be fisting her,' I realized, relying again on my past voyeuristic observations of Georgia at play. Although Santa's suit made it harder to see what Mom was doing, the slight air of mystery involved added to the illicit thrill. I found myself enjoying this scene even more than any time I had watched Georgia. Both Mom and Santa were moaning intensely as Mom worked on Santa, humping her pussy against the red fabric of the suit while attacking Santa's sex with her fingers. I was almost ashamed to sit on the stairs watching, wishing I could stick my swollen cock into Mom's gorgeous ass as it bounced into the air below me. Mom slid up Santa's reclining body and they kissed passionately. As Mom pulled out of the clench, Santa's beard was knocked askew, allowing me my first glimpse at her real identity. If I had been thinking straight, I would have just counted women in the house, and realized that Mom would hardly have snuck a Santa home from her office party and then ended up in her nightie. Since Carly and Felicia were snuggled together, the only other woman left in the house was my prissy uptight fundamentalist Baptist sister, Evette. I was so used to seeing her in baggy cotton dresses that I had never appreciated that even after two kids and twenty years of marriage, she still had a great body. Santa Evette giggled as Mom toyed with her, "Boy, am I ever glad I left the Santa suit on after I got home from the Church gift exchange. You might never have attacked me if you hadn't mistaken me for your hubby." Even in the dim light of the tree and fireplace, Mom appeared to be blushing. "Actually, I'm glad I lucked out and it was you. I've wanted you a long time." Evette now stroked Mom's right breast. "But, Abby, what if it had been your son?" Now Mom's blush deepened further. "Which son?" Evette laughed, "Ho, ho, you 'ho...does it matter? That means you'd fuck your own son, or at least one of them. Or have you already done more than want?" "I think that idea turns you on." "Especially the idea of watching you with your other son. Drew is sexier than my husband. It's too bad he lives so far away. I'd fuck him blind if I had a chance. But you never answered my last question." Mom still was blushing. I knew she had never fucked me. So.... "Daniel? You fucked Daniel?" Evette shouted it first. "Shhh," Mom pleaded. "Don't wake up the kids, or our hubbies. I want to finish tasting you." "First, tell me about Daniel and you." "It was just one time, years ago." "I want more detail than that." "Okay, it was the night before you got married if you really must know. He was out at a strip bar, and came home loaded and horny. His chums just dumped him on the stoop. His Dad dragged him into the house, and dumped him on our bed. I was out...well, just out...and when I got home it was late. I climbed into bed naked. Next thing I knew two hands were caressing my tits, and then working down to my pussy. I was a bit worried, because, well, it was a bit spunky and hubby doesn't care for cream pie. It was about then that Daniel mumbled your name." "So you stopped him?" Mom laughed lustily. "Of course not. By that point I was way too horny to care who ate me, or whose fat cock thumped my womb silly. We fucked with my legs up over his shoulders, and then he ate me a second time. Now Daniel turned out not to be a man who was fussy about whose sperm he eats. Though these days of course, I always insist on condoms. I must say, you are lucky to have a hubby that is so well equipped." "Haven't you ever noticed Drew's cock? It's gigantic." It was my turn to blush at the comment. Before the conversation resumed, Mom sucked Evette's left nipple into her mouth, burrowing inside the Santa suit. "Was there just that one time, Abby?" Evette moaned. Mom pulled her head up again, but kept her fingers busy inside Santa's lap. "Well, if I'm confessing, I better tell you that you weren't Daniel's first fuck on your wedding night either. I made sure that I was coming out of the ladies just as he went for a piss. To catch his attention, I sighed, pretending to be bothered by the heat. As soon as he looked over, I began tugging at my dress, adjusting it around my hips and tits. No man can help but get excited by that little trick. I was glad I had worn stockings, as that gave me an excuse to put one leg after the other up high in a chair in the lobby and check the seams. I made a show out of that, my hands working all over my legs, starting from my knees down to my toes, and then up again to my thighs. I lifted the hem of my dress so that I could refasten each garter, taking lots of time to give Daniel a good show. I took my time, doing each leg slowly, and then I stood up straight and tugged my dress down, as if straightening the hem. That caused the low cut neck to plunge below my tits, which were displayed rather nicely I thought in a shelf bra which lifted them without covering the top half. Daniel got a good look at my nipples as I shoved my tits back into the dress. I was facing Daniel by this point, and made a point of looking at his crotch. I asked him how he intended to piss with such a hard cock. He couldn't speak in response, so I took him by the hand into the men's room. Luckily no one was there, so I whipped his cock out and held it at a urinal. 'See,' I told him, 'no pee.' Then I sucked him off and swallowed a mouthful of cum. He was so excited it only took a few seconds of suction. I kissed him still holding his organ, feeling the urethra fill with pee. Then I licked the slit, tasting his urine before I released the stream into the urinal." Everyone's Kissing Santa Claus "But that's a blowjob, or water sports, not fucking.' "Did I say we stopped there? The bending over to handle his cock had shoved my dress up around my hips. Since Daniel didn't need his hands to hold his cock, he fingered my wet cunt, using his hands almost as nicely on my clit as he had used his tongue. Once he was done urinating, I twisted, and turned, backing him into a stall. I kicked the door shut, just in case anyone came in, and he fucked me from behind, standing in the stall. This time, it took him longer to come. I had a rolling wave of orgasms. Then it turned into my first ass fuck." "Ohh, I love when Daniel ass fucks me," Santa Evette purred. "Would you like my finger up your asshole, Santa?" teased Mom. "Yes, please, Abby." Evette wriggled enthusiastically at the stimulation. Apparently not upset that Mom had cuckolded her – if women can be cuckolded. "Where did he dump that last load? Or were you interrupted?" "Well, someone did come in to piss, but he still blew. Except it was all over my back!" Both women were laughing now as Evette rode Mom's fingers. "It was still a tremendous experience. The thrill of standing there, holding our breath until the man washed up and left added to the excitement of wondering whether anyone would notice the evidence of Daniel's passion when we returned to the reception." "Did he at least clean you up?" "Yes, and with his tongue, not just toilet paper." "Yes, you raised a gentleman. In fact, I sometimes wish he was a bit rougher. That honeymoon suite rocked with his zeal later. So I guess I can't be angry that you got him first. It just meant he was longer, slower and more oral with me." Just about at that point, I felt a gentle thumb on the stair beside me. I turned my head to see my niece Carly sitting beside me, so close that her flannel nightshirt warmed my thigh. "I heard a shout," she whispered. "I thought it might be Santa. I see I'm right. But what's going on down there?" "Well, my Mom is kissing Santa Claus...and your Mom IS Santa Claus." I expected my argumentative niece to criticize my voyeurism, but instead, Carly's laughter tinkled like a spoon just barely caressing fine crystal. I guess she looked at me as I spoke, because suddenly, I felt her hand snake around my thigh and join my own hand around my stiff cock. "I think you like watching. Did you see me and Felicia on your way down?" "Hmmmm...." I confessed. She giggled again as her fingernails tickled my hairy balls. "How much did you see?" "It looked like you were both sleeping." "You missed the best part then. Before we fell asleep, Auntie Felicia read my dirty Christmas stories she downloaded off some internet site called Literotica. She especially liked the girly parts. And they made my pussy damp too. So to thank her, I tried kissing her." "Had you kissed a girl before?" "Sure, playing kissing games at parties, or underneath the mistletoe, but this time it was for real. Her lips opened and she sucked my tongue so hard I thought it would go down her throat. My hands seemed to be going ahead of my brain; they stripped her silk jammies right off of her. Soon, she was licking my ear. Then down my neck. I came the first time when she bit my shoulder. I had never come so easily before. She hadn't even touched my cunt. I grabbed her head with one hand and pulled up my nightie with the other hand. I shoved her lips down so fast she never had a chance to lick my nipples. I needed her tongue on my clit, and I needed it right away. I've always liked getting head more than fucking. Though if every guy had a cock like yours, Uncle Drew, I might not mind so much." Thoughts of Felicia going down on Carly filled by brain and made my cock throb harder. Then Carly nudged my chin so I noticed why she had stopped talking. Mom's head was now buried in Santa's lap. "Oh, Abby, so much better for you to show me than tell me how Daniel licked your clit so well. Though I must admit, I have enjoyed my share of his tonguing over the years." Santa Evette moaned. "Did you teach him that bit where he pauses with the weight of the clit balanced on the tip of his tongue and then flicks it up just as he sucks it between his teeth? Or did he learn that before? Yesssss...that's just how he does it." Evette gripped Mom's hair in both hands, pushing Mom's face deep inside Evette's Santa clad cunt. Evette was clearly climaxing, and no longer cared about restraining her enthusiasm, howling with pleasure. Suddenly, her hips bucked upwards and Mom went sprawling into the Christmas tree, which toppled to the floor. If anyone in the house had slept through Evette's orgasms, this had to awaken them. Dad, Daniel and Felicia all came rushing down the stairs, almost tripping over Carly and I. It all happened so fast, Carly had no time to drop my cock, so both our Dads saw that she had been giving me a hand job even before they noticed the mess on the first floor. I instantly realized that their confusion or anger over this might give Mom a chance to cover up, and Evette time to stuff herself back into the Santa suit. But Felicia was ahead of the curve as usual. "Hey, Mom, are you the only one who gets to kiss Santa Claus?" she shouted down the stairs. I turned my head and saw that contrary to my expectations, Evette was in no rush to cover up. "Ho, ho, ho," Evette bellowed, "it's five past midnight, so Merry Christmas. Everyone gets to kiss Santa Claus at midnight on Christmas." "What a great gift, Santa," Dad yelled, rushing down the stairs like a kid looking for a train set under the tree. He gathered his daughter into his arms before anyone else had a chance to move. If there was any chance that people were going to get upset about the tree falling, this prevented such trivial worries. It was as if Dad's move was the start flag for a great incestuous orgy. Daniel moved next, helping Mom up out of the mess of pine boughs and shattered ornaments. Evette had settled Dad into his favourite chair, and was smothering his erect prick with sloppy kisses as he reached down and twisted her hard nipples, so Daniel lead Mom to the couch, where he offered his big cock to her lips. She responded by dragging him down on top of her in a 69 position. Felicia reached over and placed her hand over top of Carly's on my engorged shaft, gently stroking it as the two girls kissed tenderly. Carly reached over with her free hand and pulled my head towards them. Every other time I had tried three way kissing, with Georgia and any of her pals, it had been a head bumping disaster. Any concerns about taboos melted away as this kiss flowed gracefully, as if always meant to be. Carly's tongue brushed my right cheek as the tip of my tongue entered her lips. Felicia slid below, her tongue wrapping under mine, flicking from one set of lips to the other. We continued like this for a moment, until Dad said, "Hey, kids, Evette said everyone gets to kiss Santa. Get your horny little butts down here and kiss her." Carly replied. "How can we do that when she's sucking your cock, Grandpa?" "Well, she has two sets of lips," Dad answered, pointing at Evette's bum, now displayed naked, her Santa pants puddled around her knees on the floor. "Ewww...." Felicia moaned, as if she hadn't just been licking her niece's sweet cunt an hour earlier. "What's the matter, Felicia," Dad asked, "is she too old for you? Your Mom has gotten her nice and wet and I bet she's every bit as sweet as Carly." "What?" Felicia protested. "I peeped in on you and Carly earlier. I heard Evette come in and got up, thinking it might be your Mom. I heard the noises from your room and looked to see if everything was okay. I was pleased to see that not only was it fine, but that you were doing a fine job pleasing Carly with that dandy ivory dildo that you don't think Mom and I know you have. It made me so horny that I didn't pause to check who the Santa I was kissing really was. I guess I ought to warn you that this Santa's pussy is kind of cum filled." Dad chuckled. "I guess Mom never noticed the familiar taste." "She's kind of too busy to ask," I said, having taken the opportunity of this time to watch Mom and Daniel on the couch. He was massaging Mom's pussy as his tongue buzzed across her clit, toying with it. Mom meanwhile had her middle finger thrust deep between Daniel's buttocks, stimulating his prostate as he fucked her mouth with frantic hip action. Mom looked like all her cock sucking experience had taught her a thing or three. I especially liked the way she nipped at the tip when he pulled up out of her lips. I found myself hoping I would get a turn soon. I also noticed that Evette was right - my equipment was bigger than Daniel's, though his might be thicker. He did not stop nibbling Mom's clit, even as the goo flowing out of the corners of her mouth confirmed that she was swallowing his cum. Carly had wasted no time taking Dad's advice and bounded down the stairs to slide on her back underneath her Mom's hips and bury her beautiful face in that spunky pussy. I was a bit shocked that Felicia was the one with quibbles about taboos, and here was my supposedly conservative niece eating out her allegedly repressed Mother. "Well, I don't want to be left out," Felicia shrugged, and then she took the stairs two at a time. "Last one to kiss Santa gets a lump of coal," she teased, looking back at me. Felicia grabbed a pillow from a chair and put it under her head as she twisted around, nudging Carly aside as they shared Evette's pussy, each licking up and then down one side, meeting at her clit. I watched from the stairs as they tongue wrestled Santa's love button, and then they switched sides, proving that they each had well practiced tongues. Despite this attention, Evette never missed a beat bobbing up and down on Dad's shaft. Since he had already come once, he was slow to spill his load. I finally walked down the stairs, moving calmly, though I was anything but calm. I had lusted after my sister ever since she had started dating Daniel. I had been a mere boy at the time and had no idea why my groin felt heavy whenever she looked at me. As I had matured, our infrequent visits had become increasingly uncomfortable. Her sisterly kisses on the cheek would send shivers down my spine, her aloofness and drab clothing, hinting at something underneath worthy of concealment, just fuelled my imagination into a fever. On several holidays, I had almost come in my trousers before I had a chance to run into a handy bathroom or bedroom to relieve my hormones. In recent years, Elle and now Georgia had thought my excitement was cute, and each had enjoyed the benefits of helping me with the situation. I saw no way to fit my head under Evette's hips, so I tried something I had never done before. I grabbed hold of her bum and stuck my head right into the cleavage. My kiss was about to be bestowed on a part of Santa that few people had ever kissed before. I reached around with my fingers and felt the dampness inside her thighs, grazing her labia with my nails. I felt her shiver at the multiple stimuli. I pressed closer, rolling my tongue around her ass cheeks, darting closer to the rosette of her asshole with each lick. Evette's anus was as spotless as her normal prim behaviour. I was surprised how much I was enjoying this experience, and made a mental note to do this with Georgia some time when I could spend an hour or more exploring the pleasures. Tonight, Evette was so excited by all the taboos being broken at once that patience was not possible. The harder I tried to resist driving my tongue straight through the ring of her sphincter, the more she pushed herself back against my face. I had no time to stop and savour how she squirmed as my nose rubbed against the fine hairs deep inside her cheeks. I tried pressing my tongue gently against her hole, but it opened instantly, drawing me in. I decided to act as if I was fucking Georgia anally, thrusting in long deep strokes. It was such an amazing encounter, tasting Evette and feeling her wriggling, trapped by three tongues. I felt her tense as Dad gasped out loud. "I'm about to blow," he warned. Evette lifted her head for the first time since starting to deep throat him. "I want you to refill my cunt," she said. I sat back as she rose up off her daughter and sister's face, twirling around to land on Dad's pole with no effort. "Mom used to be a gymnast," Carly explained. She and Felicia crawled up and each gave Evette a quick kiss on the mouth, and then they each took a nipple into their lips and nibbling in stereo. I glanced over at the couch. Mom and Daniel were resting, snuggled together, watching the foursome on Dad's chair. Mom caught my eye. "You still have a hard cock," she observed. I just nodded as she crooked her finger, calling me over. "I hope you don't mind if I skip kissing your mouth, since I know where it has been. Besides which, it sure looks like both my sons have tasty cocks." Mom ran her tongue around the rim of my cockhead and then slurped the throbbing purple helmet into her cheek as she fondled my balls and pumped myself. I felt the sperm preparing to surge as my scrotum tightened. She picked up on this sign as well. "Don't come in my mouth this time, Honey," she begged, removing her lips from my member. "I need a good fucking." She pulled me onto the couch and sat on me, assuming the same position as Evette had with Dad. Daniel recovered enough from his orgasm to turn sideways and slurp on her left nipple as Mom bounced up and down urgently on my cock. I had expected that she would be looser than the young women I was used to, but her experienced cunt gripped my shaft and milked me. Felicia saw the family action and quietly quit licking Evette's boob in favour of nibbling her own Mom's right nipple. I could see our foursome in a handy mirror. The sight of Mom fucking all her children finished me off and my load spurted forth explosively. Mom continued riding me, her muscles squeezing as much juice as possible from my rod. Felicia slipped down to her knees between Mom's legs and I enjoyed the sweet sensation of her tongue flicking across the root of my shaft as she sucked up my cum, mixed with Mom's juices. Mom began moaning more deeply, then faster. I sensed from the angle of her head that she was making eye contact with Dad. "It's so thrilling, getting the added pleasure of knowing all the men in my family will watch me as I come. Especially knowing that your Dad is going to come at the same moment," Mom whispered into my ear. I was about to reply that technically I would not be watching, since her body blocked my view but before I could, Dad let out a massive grunt. I think Daniel and Felicia bit down extra hard on Mom's nipples as they heard Dad, so Mom roared in satisfaction, knocking me back against the couch. I still had not orgasmed, however and I knew as exhausted as she was, Mom wanted my load inside her tired cunt. I was at a loss how to finish quickly when Felicia came to the rescue. Carly was busy licking Dad's cum up as it leaked from her mother, so Felicia decided to imitate the action, tasting Mom's juices. As my sister buried her face inside our mother's thighs, her tongue attacked not only the soft maternal skin, but also the junction of her cunt and my shaft. As Felicia swallowed Mom's wetness, she was stimulating my balls. It took only a few strokes from Felicia's young but experienced tongue to put me over the edge. She paused just long enough to say, "Thank you," before returning to emulating Carly, licking up my sperm mixed with Mom's liquor. Daniel let Mom's tit out of his teeth and dropped to the floor behind Felicia, where he lay on his back and slid underneath her, between her legs. In the mirror I watched as he gently explored his sister's shaved pubes. In response to Daniel's tongue, Felicia started coming, releasing a fresh arousing aroma. Carly paused in her laving of Dad and Evette, looked over at our group and urged Daniel onward, "She'll really come hard if you stick your tongue in and fuck her as if it is a cock." Felicia just moaned as she continued cleaning Mom. As my cock relaxed, it slipped out of Mom's cunt and Felicia started licking my shaft, occasionally drawing the head into her mouth, but only for a moment each time, before she would resume attacking Mom. I noticed Carly now imitate her Aunt as she popped Dad's semi erect weapon free from her Mother's cunt and matched Felicia lick for lick. Daniel seemed to have found the Felicia's most sensitive spots. I could see her butt squirming in the mirror as I felt her breath turn into panting. He did not stop as our sister came on his face, her hips rising and falling, visual evidence of her orgasm. I passed out, falling asleep on the couch with Mom still slumped in my lap as Felicia, Carly and Daniel each continued their efforts at incestuous oral gift giving. My last recollection was Evette and Mom both giggling as Dad said, "It truly is better to give than receive." It was only a few hours later when the Christmas morning sun coming in through the window woke me up. Mom was snoring in my lap. Evette, still wearing the remnants of her Santa suit was stoking the fire. Carly was curled in between Dad's legs, deep throating her grandfather's cock, even though he was still sleeping. Felicia and Daniel were spooned together at my feet. Daniel's hand was cupping Felicia's boob, just as Carly had earlier. The thoughts of what happened after I had watched Carly's actions last night made my cock stir again. I enjoyed the scene as Carly licked the underside of Dad's shaft from the balls up to the head before once again swallowing it all. I guess my excitement was not quiet, because Evette turned and spoke quietly to me. "Merry Christmas, Drew. How about you go put the coffee on, but don't forget that later, I want my share of that fine weapon of yours?" I carefully nudged Mom aside, not waking her. I threw a comforter over her before I went into the kitchen. I busied myself with the coffeemaker, being careful not to bump my morning wood against the cabinets. A minute later, the coffee was brewing. Remembering the source of the odd taste in my mouth, I concocted a mouthwash of baking soda followed by vinegar. I was puckered up from that when Felicia walked in. She paused just inside the kitchen, stretching like a cat, her firm young nipples greeting the dawn. My cock, already stiff, throbbed in appreciation. "Oh, is that for me, brother?" she purred. "As much as I like eating sausage for breakfast, I need a cock in my cunt more. I did not get any last night." She did not wait for a response, falling to her knees and running her tongue around the swollen purple end, her dainty fingers tickling my balls. As Felicia was bobbing up and down, gradually taking more of my long shaft each stroke, Evette walked in. "Coffee ready?" Evette asked. Only then did she notice Felicia on her knees. "Oh my God, I think she has the whole thing in her throat. I never thought such a tiny girl could gulp down such a huge cock." Evette poured herself a coffee. In order to do so, she stood so close to me that I felt the fake fur of her Santa suit brushing my arm. Her breath warmed my ear. "It looks like she really loves her work. So I won't interrupt, but I want some of that fine weapon later. Santa deserves presents too. After dinner, instead of a turkey nap, how about I sit in your lap?" "But first, everyone kisses Santa Claus." This was a new voice. I looked past the pom pom of Evette's hat and saw Carly and Daniel inside the doorway. Daniel was rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Carly continued, "Go ahead and kiss her on the lips, Uncle Drew. And if we're calling dibs to get drilled by you, don't forget me. How about I claim overnight rights?" Everyone's Kissing Santa Claus She ran her tongue over her glistening lips. "That way after we fuck, we can sleep and you will be recovered enough that I can wake you tomorrow like I woke Gramps today, and see how your fresh morning sperm compares." She giggled, hugging Daniel around the waist. "I like Mom's idea about nap time. I think I'll dibs Dad then." "Why wait till then?" asked Daniel, hoisting his daughter onto a countertop and spreading her legs. He began licking her cunt with fast rough strokes, twisting his whole head from side to side. Evette grinned. She straddled the kneeling Felicia and gave me a long slow tongue twisting kiss. I felt her big tits pressing against me, nipples drilling into my chest. "I bet you never knew Mom had such great tits," Carly said, "she dresses so prudish. But I've spied on her with Dad. They love tit fucking. Next Christmas, maybe Santa will bring me bigger boobs, so I can tit fuck too." "But I love your taut young tits," Felicia said, stopping her oral attack. "They'll get sloppy soon enough after you have kids." This reminded me of my soon to be parenthood. Instead of distracting me, which might have caused my wood to subside, thoughts of fertility made the sperm rush upwards into my shaft. "I'm almost ready to come," I warned. "If you want me in your pussy, I hope you are on the pill." "Of course I am. But before we fuck, why aren't Mom and Dad in here? I want Mom to see what evil she released." Felicia giggled. "And my extra present for Dad will be to let him eat Drew's cum out of my cunt before he fucks me." "They decided to have a good old fashioned Christmas morning husband wife fuck," Carly explained between moans. "Apparently, traditionally they fuck by the tree after they exchange their own gifts Christmas Eve. They kind of got interrupted this year by the arrival of my Mom, the sexy Santa." "That's so sweet," Felicia said, releasing my cock from her mouth but still holding the root. "Now I want Drew to fuck me on the kitchen table." My kid sister led me to the butcher block island which served as a table, and swept the surface clean. Evette seemed momentarily left out, standing by the coffeemaker, but moved over to join Carly and Daniel in a nuclear family hug. Felicia leapt up onto the polished wood, tossing her legs high and wide. "Quick, Drew, I want it now. I can hardly wait." She pulled me closer, guiding my throbbing cock to her honey pot. I felt my tip pierce her slit and could control my passion no longer. I thrust with my hips, fucking my sister harder than I had ever fucked Elle, Georgia or any other girl or woman. "Cripes, Drew, you're tearing me apart. You're huge. Bigger than any cock I've ever had," Felicia screamed. "Should I stop?" I asked. "No, don't." Meanwhile, I noticed that Carly was bent over a stool, eating Evette's cunt as her father fucked her from behind. Evette smiled over at us and reconnected the entire group by pinching Felicia's nipples. That was all it took for Felicia to climax. This in turn made her already tight cunt clamp harder around my rod as I pumped into her. I only lasted a few more strokes and then I blew my load into her womb. My spasms barely subsided when Carly, Evette and Daniel all came at once. I slumped back against the counter and poured a coffee while I caught my breath. The Christmas merrymaking was far from over however, as Evette was already licking Felicia clean, and Felicia was bathing Daniel's cock. Carly approached me, offering her well creamed cunt. I fell to my knees and sampled her taste, mixed with my brother's offering. The salty sweet combination was exciting enough that I was soon hard again. Carly smiled. "Let's go upstairs for that nap now," she said, taking me by the hand and leading the way. "I always thought you didn't like me," I told Carly as she led me up to my attic room. "And you treated me like a stuck up bitch," Carly giggled, shutting the trap door behind us. "Mind you, that's because I am a stuck up bitch. Most of the time any way. Only good fucking cures it for a while. But most of the guys I meet just want to pump a load into every wet hole they find. And none of them have a great cock like you have." Carly fell back on my old bed. Though I had fucked a few girlfriends there, tough little Carly gained a whole new innocence reclining beneath my old Corvette posters. She beckoned me closer. I stepped to the side of the bed, where she reached up and grabbed my cock. Suddenly she swung around. "I hope you don't mind, Uncle Drew. Ever since I saw you kissing Mom's ass, I've wanted your cock up my virgin ass." "Fine, but first, you get what every naughty girl deserves on Christmas morning." "A lump of coal?" "No, a spanking." I timed my first slap to coincide with that sentence, catching her by surprise. It was a bit harder than planned, she bounced up in shock. I softened the bows, counting out one for each year of her young life, alternating cheeks. After the last blow, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock, which slid effortlessly into her ass, already well lubricated by her earlier sexual play, and her current excitement. I fucked her slowly, toying with her clit with my fingers as I tried different strokes and angles, experimenting to see which excited her most, delaying my own orgasm. "Yes, just like that," Carly moaned, her muscles clenching my cock as I felt her clit throb. I twirled her love button with my fingers, gradually working them further inside her, until I was fist fucking her pussy, with just a thin wall of flesh separating my cock from my hand. "Oh, Drew, I feel so full," Carly sighed. I fucked harder from both sides and soon she screamed, "I'm going to...I am ...coming." I pumped a fresh load into her as, the excess spoiling onto the back of her thighs as we heard Evette's voice yelling, "Ho, ho, ho, who wants presents?" I pulled clear of Carly's ass, the final gobs coating her back. I had already had my presents, but a few more would never hurt. Still, I took a moment before heading downstairs to lick her back clean, just like Mom and Evette had said a gentleman should. The rest of the holiday went well, clothing being optional except when non family arrived. Everyone was pleased by the news of Georgia's pregnancy, and Georgia was excited when I told her what fun we could expect at the wedding reception.