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The Christmas Portrait

By: ErrantZebra



John woke to the loud buzzing of his parents' coffee grinder, a sure sign that they were awake and starting their day. His mom, Susan, liked to get up early and drink a cup of brew before waking him and his sister. Hearing that buzz was a pleasant reminder that he would have to get out of bed soon, but not before he had the chance to close his eyes and snooze a bit more.

It was Christmas morning, though, and he had no intention of sleeping in. He jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, which only partially covered the length of his morning erection. Checking to make sure no one was coming, he dashed across the hall to the safety of the bathroom.

After relieving his full bladder, he hopped in the shower. He'd been home from school for about a week, and he'd gotten in the habit of jerking off in the shower when he woke up. It was Christmas morning, though, so he decided to forego that ritual. Even at 19, the allure of Christmas presents still filled him with a sense of excitement and urgency.

His dad, Bill, was a professor at the local university, and had made more than enough money to let his wife stay home and raise their son and daughter. His parents didn't skimp when it came to Christmas gifts. It wasn't uncommon for him to receive nearly everything on his list, and he hoped this year wouldn't be any different. He bounded down the stairs in excitement before screeching to a halt as he remembered the other part of the Hamilton family Christmas tradition.

Presents were exciting, but they came with a painful price. Each year, his parents insisted that they pose for a family portrait in front of the tree. John didn't mind posing for a picture, but it was never that simple.

The tradition started when John and his younger sister, Emma were toddlers. Their parents traded Christmas portraits every year with Susan's brother, Craig, and his wife, Sally. Over time, the portraits became a kind of competition to see who could come up with the most garish, over the top sweaters, decorations, and costumes they could think of. When they were younger, John and Emma had enjoyed dressing up each Christmas morning, but at the ages of nineteen and eighteen, they found the ritual intensely humiliating.

As he made his way to the kitchen, John wondered what kind of tacky matching outfits his parents would be dressed in this year. He was surprised when he turned the corner and found them sitting at the kitchen table, stirring their coffee in simple, plain white robes.

"What gives?" he asked. "Are we not doing the family portrait this year?" He knew the odds were slim, but it was worth a shot.

"Well, good morning to you, too!" his mom replied, ignoring his question. She sleepily covered up a yawn and then flashed him a warm, if slightly sarcastic, smile.

It struck John as strange that they were wearing robes instead of regular clothes. He couldn't remember them ever dressing so casually around the house.

"I mean... Merry Christmas!" he said, recovering slightly.

"Merry Christmas," they replied in turn, smiling up at him as he poured himself a cup of coffee. As his mom stood to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, she inadvertently exposed the pale, freckled skin of her upper chest to his gaze. John couldn't help it--his eyes flicked down before guiltily flicking back up to her smiling face. She didn't seem to notice his transgression. As she pulled him into the hug, he found himself wondering what she was wearing underneath. Before he had time to let his imagination run away with him, however, she withdrew and sat back down at the table with his dad.

"To answer your earlier question," Bill said, taking another sip of his coffee and granting both John and Susan a subdued smile, "Yes. We are still doing the family portrait this year, but you might find that you enjoy the experience quite a bit more this year than you have in the past." They'd made this claim before, but it was never true. John mentally braced himself for an earnest explanation of how much fun it would be to dress up as Santa's elves or some other, even worse indignity.

"Sure, I bet," he said, not even trying to hide his disbelief. "So, should I go put on my robe as well?" They chuckled nervously and exchanged meaningful glances. They clearly had something they wanted to say, but neither wanted to be the one to say it.

Susan cleared her throat. "Wait until Emma comes down for breakfast, and we'll talk about it," she said.

Sensing that no more answers would be forthcoming, he decided to take a seat. For several long minutes, they sat, sipped their coffee, and waited. Susan and Bill continued to steal glances at each other, and at their son as well. His mom seemed to have a perpetual blush, and his dad tapped his feet continuously while keeping his eyes laser focused on the stairs.

What are they so nervous about? he asked himself. While his parents did take the Christmas portrait seriously, it was also always something they'd always done for fun. This year seemed different though. Maybe we won't have to do it this year, he thought, allowing himself the smallest ember of hope.

As he waited and tried to figure out what was going on, his eyes were drawn to his mother. She sat in front of him with her legs crossed, exposing quite a bit of her smooth inner thigh. Higher up, the opening of her robe revealed a slight hint of cleavage, just enough for John to wonder whether she was naked underneath. It suddenly struck him that she really was quite sexy.

Susan was a red-head with the pale, freckled skin to match. She'd just celebrated her fiftieth birthday, but didn't seem over the hill by any means. She still kept herself fit through daily walks around the neighborhood and a well-used gym membership. Although she didn't have the body of a twenty-year-old anymore, she still managed to turn a lot of heads.

Jesus, what's wrong with me? he asked himself, suddenly feeling guilty for ogling his mother like she was a co-ed in one of his classes at school.

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Emma's feet banging down the stairs. She was so excited that she almost slipped on the hardwood flooring, just managing to catch herself on the counter. Pulling her disheveled hair away from her face, she flashed a goofy wide-eyed smile that was entirely free of embarrassment.

"Wow, that was a close one!" she said. Emma's carefree attitude was one of the many things John loved about his sister.

The family had moved around a lot in their younger years. As a result, John and Emma were closer than many siblings their age. Even though John was a freshman at college, and Emma was still in high-school, they considered each other best friends and talked almost every day.

Emma had been a late bloomer and a bit of a tomboy. She hated all things girly and tended to imitate her brother's fashion choices, preferring jeans and t-shirts over skirts and blouses. Unlike John, who was quiet and reserved, Emma was outgoing and excitable. Whenever the two of them got in trouble for doing something wrong, it was usually the end result of one of Emma's ideas.

Emma was her mother's daughter, and they shared the same green eyes, vibrant smile, and slim build. Unlike her mom, though, Emma's freckles were limited to a small patch on the bridge of her nose, and her hair was a rich honey blonde. Her pixie-like features inevitably lead strangers to assume that she was much younger than her eighteen years, something that she'd always tried to counter with her brash, outgoing personality.

Despite her near wipeout, she'd managed to break the tension in the room, much to her parents' relief.

"Hey, what's the deal with the robes?" she asked as she took note of her parents' unusual state of dress. "Are we doing something different for the portrait this year?"

"Yeah guys, spill it! Tell us what's going on," John added, glad to have Emma backing him up. "What's up with the robes, and when can we get the portrait out of the way and open presents?"

"Hold your horses," Susan said with a knowing chuckle. Emma's mere presence seemed to have lightened the mood in the room considerably. "I promise we'll get to presents, but first I want us all to sit down and look at your Uncle Craig and Aunt Sally's family Christmas portrait."

John and Emma let out dramatic groans of disappointment. "Can't you just show us later?" Emma begged.

"Not a chance. Who knows, you two might even enjoy it this year," Susan replied with an enigmatic smile.

Resigned to their fate, John and Emma followed their parents into the living room and situated themselves in front of the TV. Before joining the rest of them on the couch, Bill connected his laptop to one of the display ports on their television and loaded up the portrait.

The TV screen lit up with an image of Susan's brother, Craig, and his wife, Sally, standing behind their kneeling children, Jenny and Steve, all four of them smiling radiantly. Unlike the portraits from previous years, though, they were wearing robes, just like Susan and Bill.

"Great... more bath-wear," Emma said, clearly unimpressed.

"Keep watching. There's more," Bill said.

The next slide showed just Sally and her twenty-year-old daughter, Jenny. They were facing the camera in their robes. Like the last photo, this one seemed like a normal mother-daughter portrait, but there was something unusual in their smiles that John couldn't quite place.

With a click of the mouse, Bill turned to the next slide. The image that greeted them was like nothing John or Emma had ever seen. Their Aunt Sally's robe was opened to her waist, fully exposing her large, hanging breasts to the camera. Jenny was bent over next to her mother, sucking greedily on one of her thick brown nipples. Sally's other breast hung loosely on her chest. At the age of 51, gravity had started to take its toll on their aunt's large tits, but that didn't seem to matter to her daughter, who seemed to be having the time of her life.

John's heart skipped a beat, and it took him a moment to absorb what he was seeing. He heard his sister gasp in surprise next to him, but he couldn't manage to tear his eyes away from the screen to see her reaction. The image of his cousin sucking ravenously on her mother's naked breast was easily the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The fact that these two women were related to him excited him in ways he couldn't understand or explain. Before he knew it, his cock was straining painfully against the leg of his pants.

The mouse clicked again, and that image was replaced by a new one. This one featured all four family members. Both women were again facing the camera, this time fully naked. John's cousin, Steve, and his Uncle Craig stood behind them. The women were leaning back against the men behind them, spreading their legs for the camera. Steve was using both hands to spread his mother's furry outer lips, exposing the wet, pink of her gash to the camera. Craig was doing the same thing to his daughter, using one hand to spread her for the camera and the other to squeeze her large, round breasts. They weren't quite as big as Sally's, but were still more than a handful each.

John was immediately envious of the two men on screen. His sexual experience up to that point was limited to making out with a few girls at school and lonely late-night sessions watching porno on his computer. This was much hotter than anything he'd pulled up on the internet, though. The pressure building in the crotch of his pants was getting unbearable. He did his best to ignore it, knowing that the slightest touch or provocation would set him off.

After several long minutes of staring, John started to realize how strange it was that his parents were showing something like this to him and his sister. He looked around the room to gauge their reactions. The first thing he noticed was that his mom wasn't paying attention to the slide-show at all. Her eyes were laser focused on the sizeable tent in his jeans. Sensing his gaze, she glanced up and realized that she'd been caught. Blushing profusely, she looked back up at the TV screen, unwilling or unable to make eye contact with him.

Emma was also staring intently at the screen, her expression blank and unreadable. "How long has this been going on?" she asked in a surprisingly impartial tone of voice.

"They've been fucking Jenny and Steve for around two years," Bill replied. John did a double-take at his dad's use of language. He'd heard Bill curse a number of times, but never like this.

Susan picked up where her husband left off. "Your aunt and uncle have been involved in incest for quite a bit longer, though. I don't know all of the details, but your Aunt Sally has been involved in a sexual relationship with her parents and siblings for most of her adult life, and when she married your uncle, he joined in as well. Once your cousins were both eighteen, Sally and Craig told them the truth, and... well, you can see how things turned out," she said, pointing with her eyes at the lewd image still splayed across their television screen.

John's head reeled at these revelations. It was hard to imagine his aunt and uncle, who he'd known his entire life, doing something so depraved. But he didn't have to imagine it. The proof was right there on the TV screen.

"Why are you showing us this?" Emma asked.

Susan hesitated awkwardly, taking a deep breath and setting her face in determination. "There's no delicate way to put this, so I'll just say it. Your aunt and uncle have invited us to join them in their incestuous lifestyle. And when I say us -- I mean all of us."

Both siblings merely stared back at their mother with dumbfounded expressions, completely unable to process what she'd said. For once, even Emma didn't know what to say.

"We had just about the same reaction when they told us," Bill said, noting the shocked looks on his children's faces. "At first, we were shocked, but when your mother and I talked it over in private, we both admitted that the idea of joining them really turned us on."

"We haven't given them an answer yet, though," Susan said. "This was a decision we wanted to make as a family. Your father and I want to see where this takes us, but there's absolutely no pressure on either of you to do anything you're not comfortable with. If you aren't interested, just say the word. We won't bring it up again, and everything will go back to the way it was before." Bill nodded in agreement as his wife spoke.

"Well, I think I have a pretty good idea how John feels about it," Emma said, sniggering as she pointed to the outline of her brother's cock pressing against his pant leg. Blushing profusely, John put his hands in his lap and tried to squirm away from his family's view.

"Your brother has nothing to be ashamed of," Susan said, giving her son a reassuring smile, followed by a stern glare at her daughter. "It's a natural reaction that anyone would have after seeing those pictures."

"You're right, Mom," Emma replied. "Sorry, bro. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Emma immediately felt guilty for picking on him. The truth was, she was harboring a secret as well. Despite numerous advances from classmates, both male and female, Emma hadn't gone on a single date throughout her entire high-school career. She told her friends and family that none of the boys at school appealed to her, which was true. The part she left out was that she'd always harbored a hidden crush on her older brother.

She was always happiest when John was at her side. He was quiet, caring, and always seemed to understand her, even on the frequent occasions where she put her foot in her mouth. John was tall and skinny, with their mother's sharp, angular features and his father's blue eyes and straw colored hair. She thought he was devastatingly handsome, and could never understand why he seemed to be perpetually single. She'd long ago resigned herself to the fact that her fantasies about him would never be fulfilled, but her parents' announcement made her wonder if there was still a sliver of hope after all. She hoped she hadn't ruined everything with her stupid joke.

"It's okay," John replied. Despite his initial embarrassment, he decided to just accepting the fact that his erection wasn't going anywhere. As soon as his parents announced their intentions, he knew wouldn't turn them down. The thought of having the chance to fuck his aunt and cousin, and maybe even his mom and sister was too exciting to pass up. He did have some questions, though.

"As weird as it is to say out loud, Emma's right. I'm definitely interested," he admitted, noticing his mom perk up and smile at him. "What will this mean for the four of us, though?"

"Whatever we want it to mean," Bill replied. "As far as your mom and I are concerned, this house is sexually open. If you want to do something with someone, anyone, just ask. If they agree, then feel free to enjoy yourself. We've talked about this a lot, and the idea of fucking, and getting fucked, by the two of you is the biggest turn-on imaginable for both of us."

John cast a questioning glance at his mother to confirm that she really agreed with all of this. She smiled at him and nodded. "Your father's right. You can do anything you want with me, son. All you have to do is ask." Susan squirmed against her chair as she spoke, trying to put stimulate her overheated pussy. The forbidden thrill of offering her body to her own son was making her incredibly hot. It was only her daughter's silence that kept her from opening her robe and using her fingers to give herself some relief.

John's heart hammered wildly in his chest. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on. His mom was propositioning him for sex, and his dad not only knew about it, but was encouraging her to do so. "You're really okay with this, Dad?" he asked, turning back to his father, still not quite believing that any of this was possible.

"Absolutely," Bill replied with conviction, smiling at his son's obvious excitement. "In fact, if you're willing, one of your mom's biggest fantasies is to have both of us fuck her at once." John's heart skipped a beat as he formed the mental image of his naked mother sandwiched between him and his father. "As long as we're all open and honest about what's going on, I see no reason to be jealous. Besides, it's not like she's going to leave me for you or Emma."

At the mention of his sister, John realized that Emma hadn't said anything for a while. She had a dazed, contemplative look on her face as she tried to absorb everything that had transpired.

He couldn't help but admire her beauty. Emma's petite build, small, upturned nose and slightly crooked smile, lent her a naturally young and innocent look that stood in stark contrast to her boisterous personality. Much to her chagrin, people often thought she was much younger than her eighteen years.

John loved his sister more than anyone. He wasn't sure which way she was leaning, but he knew that despite his overwhelming arousal, he wouldn't be able to take up his parents' offer unless Emma did as well. He couldn't stand the idea of making her feel left out.

"So what do you think, sis?" he asked.

Emma was suddenly uncomfortable now that it was her turn in the hot seat. "I think this all sounds really exciting too. I'm nervous, though..." After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I know I talk big, but I've never really done anything like this before."

"Neither have I," John reluctantly admitted.

"Your dad and I would love to teach you," Susan said, smiling seductively at them. Addressing her daughter directly, she said, "Your father was my first, and it was amazing. Trust me when I say he's only gotten better with age."

Now it was Emma's turn to blush. She'd always fantasized about John taking her virginity, but she had to admit that there was something appealing about the idea of letting her dad be her first. A fresh wave of moisture flooded her panties as she thought about spreading her legs for her daddy and letting him have his way with her. It was so nasty, and wrong, and so very exciting. At that moment, she knew she wanted to be a part of this as well.


The Christmas Portrait



"Mmm that sounds nice, she said, giving her dad a coy smile. "I'm in." Her response, elicited sighs of relief from the rest of her family.

For several long moments, everyone sat there in silence, absorbing the fact that they were really going to do this. Despite their excitement, no one seemed willing to take make the first move.

Finally, John spoke up. "So what do we do now?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Anything we want," Susan replied. "Is there anything you want to do... with me, perhaps?"

John was at a complete loss for words and merely stated dumbly back at her. There were a thousand things he'd like to do with his mom, but actually forming those thoughts into words wasn't easy. The fact that his dad and sister were there watching only made him more nervous.

Susan sensed that she would need to take the initiative. "I can think of at least one thing I'd like to do." Staring directly at his crotch, she said, "I've had my eyes on that hard cock all morning. Would you like it if I gave you some relief?"

She wanted desperately to see what was hiding underneath the tent in his shorts. When John nodded shyly in response, she got out of her chair and went to him, snuggling up close by his side.

John was nervous. He could feel the warmth of her body next to his, but he had no idea what she expected from him. He knew she wanted him, and he wanted her as well, but it felt so nasty and wrong to touch his own mother in a sexual way while his father sat there and watched. As a result, all he could do was stare at his feet.

"Look at me," his mother said, sensing his hesitation. She smiled as their eyes met. "You don't have to worry," she said. "I've wanted this for a long time. I want to do everything with you. I want to feel your hard cock against my skin. I want to touch it, stroke it, suck it, and most of all, I want to feel it sliding in and out of my pussy. It turns me on so much just thinking about you fucking me with that big, hard cock." As she spoke, Susan gently caressed her son's thigh, slowly inching toward the bulge between his legs. When she reached her target, she gently stroked the outline of his shaft, never breaking eye contact with her son and smiling at the mesmerized look on his face.

John had been on edge all morning, and his mother's touch was the final straw that set him off. Groaning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement he shuddered through an intense orgasm. Susan kept stroking him through his pants, nearly cumming herself as as she watched his eyes roll back in his head and felt his shaft jerk and twitch while he filled his pants with a hot load of cum.

When John finally came back down to earth, his first instinct was to be embarrassed. This was not at all how he'd imagined his first sexual encounter with a woman going. He wanted to flee back to the safety of his bedroom, but when he saw the excited smile on his mom's face he calmed down a bit.

"Feel better?" she asked.

John gave her a shy grin and nodded. "Sorry I came so soon," he said. "I've never..." He hesitated. "No one's ever touched me like that before."

"Don't apologize," she replied. "You have no idea what a turn-on it is, knowing that my own son could cum in his pants just at the thought of fucking an old lady like me."

You're not old, Mom!" he protested. "You're just about the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I'm just sorry it took me this long to realize it." Before he could get another word out, she leaned in and kissed him.

John had kissed girls before, but this was different. There was something so loving and familiar, yet so naughty about making out with his mom. Their kiss started out sweet and gentle, but soon Susan started getting more forward. John jerked in surprise when she gently, but insistently pressed her tongue against his lips and teeth. He opened his mouth and groaned as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. The sensation of his mother's tongue sliding and pushing against his own was sensational.

When she started pulling back, John surprised himself by holding her close and pushing his own tongue between her soft lips. Soon their roles were reversed and John became the aggressor. Susan let out a muffled moan that only egged him on even more. He took his time exploring her mouth, their tongues dueling playfully with each other.

As much as Susan was enjoying their kiss, she wanted more. Without breaking contact with his lips, she reached down to unzip his jeans. Sensing what she was about to do, John pulled back slightly. With a sexy grin, Susan dropped down onto her knees, pulling his jeans and boxers down to the floor with her.

Susan gasped as her son's hard cock sprang free from the elastic of his boxer shorts and pointed directly at her. Despite having cum mere moments earlier, he was still hard. She was immediately hit with the scent of his cum, which still coated his shaft in sticky gobs. It was only the second cock Susan had seen in the flesh. He wasn't quite as long as her husband; she guessed maybe six and a half inches, but he was undeniably thicker, and his shaft had a nice, gentle curve to it. She did her best to ignore the growing feeling of emptiness in her wet pussy as she admired her son's member. She desperately wanted to feel it stretching and filling her hole, but first, she wanted to taste him.

"You sure did make a mess down there, son," she said in a mock scolding tone. "Why is it that I always have to clean up after you?" She winked and dropped to her knees, though her eyes never left his. "I guess that's just what mothers are for."

John's feelings of hesitation and embarrassment were long gone. The only thing he wanted was to feel his mom's wonderful tongue and lips on his hard cock. Her nasty talk only made him more excited.

Smiling seductively at him, she gave his cock a luxurious lick from his balls all the way up to the tip, filling her mouth with his sticky cum. She let her tongue linger on his engorged, purple head, swirling it in a slow circle around his glans. Susan couldn't believe what she was doing. Kissing her son had been one thing, but using her mouth to clean off his cum while her husband and daughter watched was quite another. She didn't care, though. The thought of being her son's fuck-toy made her more excited than she'd ever been.

Feeling his mom's tongue on his cock was better than he could have possibly imagined. As she bathed his cock with her tongue, he felt his knees start to weaken and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to stay upright. Sensing the problem, Susan winked up at him and gently pushed him into a sitting position on the couch. She scooted herself between his spread legs and continued meticulously lapping up the gobs of cum that clung to his rigid shaft. She licked and cleaned him with patience and care, savoring every drop of her son's seed. This was more than a nasty sexual act for the two of them. They truly loved each other as only a mother and son could. In a weird way, it felt natural for her to be doing this for him. It just added another dimension to their already close relationship.

Sitting on the other side of the couch, Emma watched in wide-eyed fascination. She'd always fantasized about what her brother's cock looked like, and she was not disappointed by what she saw. Part of her felt jealous that her mom was getting the first taste of his lovely shaft, but she also found it incredibly arousing to watch her experienced mother bring him to the heights of passion.

As she stared at her mother, lovingly licking and teasing her brother's member, Emma felt her own warm wetness leaking out of her pussy and her sensitive nipples rubbing against her t-shirt. She needed relief badly and repositioned herself so she was leaning against the armrest of the couch, her legs stretched out, so they nearly touched her brother's thigh. She let out a pleasurable sigh as she reached beneath the elastic of her pajama bottoms and started rubbing her wet slit. From this position, she could easily watch her brother and mother while taking care of her own pussy at the same time.

Feeling her weight shift on the couch, both mother and son turned their attention to Emma. John's cock twitched in excitement when he saw what Emma was doing, causing Susan to grin. As excited as she was to fuck her son, she'd also fantasized about watching her kids make love as well.

"Would you like to help me?" Susan asked, sensing an opening.

Emma blushed at the sudden attention. "Um... I don't know if I'm quite ready for that," she replied. Emma was incredibly turned on, but she wasn't ready to jump into the deep end quite yet. "Is it okay if I just watch for now?" she asked.

"Of course!" Susan replied. "If you feel like you'd like to do something, just say. Take things at whatever pace you feel comfortable with."

Bill, too, was enjoying the show, and he hadn't failed to notice his daughter masturbating on the couch next to him either. He wanted to go to her, but his instincts told him not to rush things. Instead, he opened his robe wide, exposing his hard dick to the open air and started slowly masturbating.

Emma's eyes were immediately drawn to her father's exposed body. He'd kept himself in good shape over the years. He was tall, like his son, but more muscular and broad. The heat between Emma's legs intensified as she took in his hairy chest and watched his fist rise and fall on his cock. It was longer than her brother's, and for the first time, she found herself questioning whether either of them would fit in her petite, virgin pussy. She was determined to find out.

"Enjoying the show?" Susan asked, turning to her husband.

"You know it, honey," he replied. "Now why don't you show our son what a great cocksucker you are."

"I'd love to!" she replied, smiling wickedly back at her son. "You'd like that, too, wouldn't you?" she asked.

Without waiting for a reply, Susan opened her mouth wide and took as much of her son's cock into her mouth as she could. John let out a strangled whimper of pleasure. The warm, wet suction of her mouth and the sensation of her tongue writhing on the underside of his shaft was almost more than he could take. For several long moments, they simply stared into each other's eyes while Susan slurped and sucked on him, reveling in her taboo behavior.

As John's excitement built, he found himself instinctively humping against his mom's face, trying to get more and more of his cock into her mouth. Sensing what he wanted, Susan grabbed both of his hands and placed them on the back of her head, silently giving him permission to fuck her face. Any hesitation or shyness he previously felt faded to the back of his mind as his mom offered herself to him fully. Firmly gripping her hair, he fed her his cock until he felt his balls resting on her chin and the head of his cock lodged in her throat.

"Mmmmmm," Susan moaned around his shaft. She'd fantasized about this moment for so long and it was not a disappointment. With one hand, she reached up to gently caress his balls, and with the other, she reached down to her own soaked pussy, no longer able to ignore the intense waves of heat and moisture coming from her excited cunt.

John had always thought girls didn't really like to give blow-jobs, but his mom's muffled moans told him otherwise. Throwing caution to the wind, he started rhythmically pumping his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Each time he pulled out, he felt her tongue slide against the spongy head of his cock. When he thrust back inside, she swallowed repeatedly, milking his cock with the muscles of her throat. The sensation was so much more intense than he'd imagined it would be. Soon, he was fucking her face with an animalistic intensity, insensible to everything but the pleasure coursing through his cock and the wet, slurping sounds of his mom's sucking mouth.

Although it felt like ages to both of them, it only took a few minutes of this before John was again on the edge of a powerful orgasm. "Mmmm Fuck! I love fucking your mouth, Mom!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna make me cum!"

He expected her to pull back, but Susan only intensified her efforts. She couldn't wait to taste his hot sperm straight from the source. Moments later, Susan felt his balls contract, and prepared herself for his outpouring. He thrust once more into her mouth and held himself there, spurting again and again, loving the sensation of her throat rhythmically gripping and releasing the head of his cock as she swallowed his cum. When he was finished, she pulled back, making a noticeable popping sound as her lips broke contact.

Susan sighed contentedly, leaned back, and smiled up at her son. The actual act of sucking him off and drinking his cum was even better than in her fantasies. Her nipples rubbed painfully against the inside of her robe, and she could feel her wetness dripping out around her two fingers that were still lodged deep inside of her. She loved getting her son off, but she knew that she would need relief soon as well.

"How was that for a first blow-job?" she asked, staring up at him. Her curly, red hair was disheveled, and her lips and chin were dripping with saliva. Although she'd done her best to swallow it all, a few strands of her son's cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth. She had become her son's cum-slut and absolutely looked the part.

"That was unbelievable, Mom. It felt so amazing." Logically, he knew he should feel guilty for doing something so nasty with his own mother; however, the only feelings he could muster were intense love and gratitude. "I love you so much, Mom. Thank you for doing that for me."

"Anytime, Son. All you have to do is ask," she replied. "Your cum tastes so good, and I love sucking cock -- yours in particular." With a shy smile, she said, "Now, how would you feel about returning the favor?" Standing up on shaky legs, she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her robe, then, with a swift tug, she untied the sash.

Behind Susan's smile, she studied the anticipation on John's face as she pushed her robe over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Like her husband, she was naked underneath, giving John his first look at his mother in all her glory. Her distinctive freckles continued down her chest, thinning out around the top of her chest. Her breasts were a solid handful, if a bit on the small side and hung slightly on her chest, no longer as tight and firm as they had been in her youth. John's eyes were immediately drawn to her puffy, pink areola and nipples that jutted out from the skin of her breasts. They were deeply engorged and begged to be sucked and played with.

John's eyes continued to travel downward, appreciating her soft, motherly curves. His gaze finally came to rest on the fiery red curls at the juncture of her thighs. From her standing position, he couldn't get a good view of her pussy, but he could tell from the moisture on her thighs that she was very excited.

Ever since she started fantasizing about her son, Susan wondered whether he would find her attractive, but all of those fears dissipated in an instant as she saw the look of wonder on his face. Feeling emboldened by his hungry gaze, Susan sat down on the chair across from him and spread her legs wide, giving both of her children a good look at her engorged pussy. The hair that framed her opening was matted and wet with her arousal. Her inner lips hung open, and a small stream of her lubrication dripped down to the rosebud of her anus.

John felt his cock begin to rise again at the sight and smell of her. He was practically drooling as he stared at his mom, wanting nothing more than to jump on top of her and explore every inch of her motherly body with his fingers and mouth. He especially wanted to bury his face in her wet snatch.

Emma's arousal also continued to build as she watched the scene unfolding before her. Her eyes darted constantly between her father and brother's cocks as she continued to masturbate with one hand thrust under her pajama bottoms and the other under her t-shirt, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Her mom's show had given her something new to admire. Like her brother, she'd never seen another naked woman right in front of her, and she enjoyed the sight of her mom displaying her dripping pussy to them. "Wow, Mom. You are seriously hot," she said.

"Why, thank you, dear," Susan replied, smiling back at her daughter. "You look pretty hot there yourself."

Emma wasn't sure she agreed. Despite her confident exterior, she had always been insecure about her small breasts and slim, almost boyish figure. As she watched her brother and father ogle her mom's mature, sensual body, she wondered whether they would look at her the same way. She hesitated before responding, but finally managed a quiet "Do you really think so?"

"I know so, dear," Susan replied. She glanced back at her husband and then at her son. "Back me up here, guys."

John had been so focused on his mother that the thought of fooling around with Emma hadn't fully materialized in his brain. He'd always felt closer to his sister than to any of his girlfriends. She was fun, smart, and they understood each other completely. When he considered her in a sexual light, he began to realize that Emma was really something special. "I think you're the perfect package, Sis," he said, sincerely. "It would be so hot to do stuff with you."

"Next to your mother, I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Bill added.

Emma's confidence returned at their obvious interest in her. She blushed at her father and said, "Would you let me lick and suck you like Mom just did to John? I know I'm not as experienced as she is, but it does look like a lot of fun." She licked her lips seductively and flashed her father a sly smile.

"God, yes, baby. That, and so much more." Sensing that their activities had reached a new stage, Bill said. "Why don't we all take this party upstairs to our bedroom. Something tells me it will be more comfortable up there." Without waiting for a response, he jumped to his feet. At the base of the stairs, he looked back at his surprised family. "You guys coming, or what?" he asked.

They smiled at each other and jumped up to join him. As they made their way upstairs, John hung back to appreciate the view of his mom's full, round ass and wet pussy as it peaked out at him for a brief moment with every step up the stairs. Feeling bold, he reached up and caressed her wet lips, causing her to yelp in surprise and slap him away.

"Naughty boy!" she said, smiling over her shoulder at him. With a playful dash, she leaped away from him and ran to the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Emma's mouth was watering at the sight of her father's cock. She loved the way it bobbed up and down as he walked and wondered what it would taste like. She couldn't imagine swallowing the whole thing like her mom had, but she was determined to try. She'd always been a horny girl, but her outgoing personality was often a cover for the insecurities that had always prevented her from seeking out the pleasure she desired. The longer she thought about it, the more fucking her father and brother seemed like the perfect solution. She knew--had always known--that the two of them loved her no matter what.

When they reached the master bedroom, Susan and Bill both sprawled out on their backs, enjoying the lust-filled expressions on their children's face. Emma and John stood on either side of the bed, excited, but still a little unsure how to proceed.

Susan decided to take the reins. "Why don't the two of you go ahead and take off the rest of those clothes," she said. John had been so distracted by her nudity that he had forgotten that he was still wearing his shirt. He quickly stripped it off and glanced expectantly in Emma's direction.





The Christmas Portrait



She blushed deeply. Knowing that her family wanted to see her naked and actually stripping down in front of them were two very different things. "I don't know if I can," she said to them. "What if you guys don't think I'm pretty? I mean, I.. I'm not like you!" She indicated her mother's nudity. "I don't have boobs, or your sexy curves. What if you don't want me?"

Her mom just smiled. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, dear. Does she, honey?"

Her dad laughed. "I could barely sleep last night wondering whether I'd get a chance to see your beautiful body this morning. Do you see how hard I am right now?" Emma nodded. "Well, that's all for you, baby."

"Come on, sis, if I can do it, you can," John added. "Don't sell yourself short. You're seriously hot, who cares how big your boobs are. We all think you're beautiful."

Emma smiled and blushed at their complements, then, without another word, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, threw it to the floor, and shimmied out of her pajama bottoms. Her skin was pale and smooth, and, while her breasts were very small, they fit her frame perfectly. Her nipples were the same rosy pink color as her mother's. Unlike her mother's puffies, though, Emma's nipples were small and pointed. Her hips were slim, and as she did a quick pirouette, they admired her small white butt. Between her legs, her delicate pink pussy was fringed by her wispy blonde pubic hair that did nothing to hide the pink folds underneath.

They watched, enthralled as she exposed herself to them. With her cute freckled nose, toothy grin, and pony tail, she looked like the perfect combination of innocence and sexiness. To Emma's delight, John and Bill both resumed pumping their cocks, both of them wanting to explore her sexy body. Susan also gently toyed with herself, equally turned on by the sight of her naked daughter.

"Care to join us?" she asked. John and Emma smiled and nodded at each other before joining their parents on the large, king sized bed.

John was captivated by the sight of his mother masturbating right in front of him. "Do you still want me to help you?" he asked, desperate to touch his first naked woman.

"Nothing would turn me on more, Son," Susan replied, feeling a fresh wave of lust surge through her overheated pussy. Leaning back against a stack of pillows, she spread her legs wide. Her heart palpitated wildly at the look of wide-eyed excitement on her son's face as he crawled toward her. She whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath on her pussy and his hands on her thighs. From the curious expression on his face, she could tell her son had never seen a woman's vagina up close, and the thought of indulging his curiosity thrilled her to no end. Placing a hand on either side of her sex, Susan opened herself to his gaze, exposing herself even further to him. "Do you like your mommy's wet little pussy?" she asked softly, intentionally playing up the taboo nature of their actions.

"It's so beautiful, mom... I had no idea," he said, his voice husky with sexual excitement. He desperately wanted to explore her with his fingers and tongue, but he didn't know what to do and didn't want to make a clumsy move that ruined the moment. "Will you show me what to do?" he finally asked.

"Of course, dear," she said. Teaching her son to please a woman had long been one of Susan's hidden fantasies, and she relished the opportunity to finally live it out.

She took her time giving her son a tour of her wet opening. "Mommy has two sets of pussy lips," she explained. "My outer lips are covered with my pubic hair. It feels real nice when you rub them, but my inner lips are even more sensitive." She caressed her engorged labia minora before spreading them wide for John's inspection. This was a much better lesson than he'd ever received in sex-ed. He'd seen a few videos of people fucking on the internet, but he was completely clueless about how to actually please a woman. He loved his mom so much for showing him this. He couldn't imagine a girl his age being so open and understanding about his curiosity and lack of experience.

As he stared into the delicious pink hole that he had emerged from nineteen years prior, John could see a small trickle of clear, sticky liquid dripping out of her.

"Are you always all wet like that down there?" he asked.

"Not always," she replied. "It's one of the ways you can tell that I'm aroused. When a woman wants to have sex, usually her nipples will start getting very perky and hard, like mine are right now, and her pussy gets more loose and wet. When I'm turned on, my pussy gets very moist, which makes it easier for a cock or toy to slide inside of me. Always make sure that a girl is wet before you try to put your fingers or cock inside of her, it can be very painful otherwise, although clearly you don't have to worry about that right now." They both chuckled, seeing that her pussy was positively soaked with her juices.

"Seriously, though," she added, "Communication is key. Always make sure to ask your partner before taking things further, even if you're pretty sure they want it. Sex is no fun if someone is uncomfortable with what's happening." John nodded. He'd enjoyed the lecture but he was also eager for the fun to begin.

"There's one more thing, and it's very important," she said. "Do you see this fleshy little bud up here at the top of my opening?" She pulled back the hood at the top of her slit, and revealed what looked to John like the head of a tiny penis. "That's my clitoris, or clit for short, and it's the key to any girl's heart. Remember how good it felt when I rubbed my tongue all over the head of your cock?"

"God, how could I forget?" he said, smiling broadly up at her.

"Well, my clit is way more sensitive than the head of your cock. If you lick and suck on it long enough, I'll cum like crazy for you," she said.

John had heard his friends talk about the clit before but, until now, he had had no idea where to find it. He loved the way that his Mom was explaining everything to him without making him feel naïve or inexperienced. He was painfully shy around most of the girls at school, but with his mom he could experiment without the fear of impending rejection or embarrassment. He knew that, whatever happened between the two of them, she would still love and accept him. He wanted so badly to make her feel as good as she'd made him feel downstairs.

"That's so hot, Mom. I can't wait to taste it," he he said impatience plainly evident in his voice.

"Well go ahead then! Make your mommy feel good. Lick my wet cunt." Susan said, eager to feel his mouth on her for the first time.

John dove in headfirst, immediately loving the smell and taste of her. He wanted to lick every inch of her all at once and tried to suck as much of her meaty pussy into his mouth as he could. He soon found her clitoris and pursed it between his lips, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, just as she had done to the head of his cock.

Susan let out a surprised yelp and pushed his head away from her crotch. In an instant, all of his insecurities came rushing back as he wondered what he'd done wrong.

His mom, saw his concern and kept her hands on him. "That felt good, baby, but it was a little bit too much too soon. Most girls, your dear old Mom included, need to take it a bit slower than boys do. Take your time; we've got as much of it as we need. Here, let me show you how I like it."

With that, she grabbed her son by the back of his head and pulled his face slowly back into her pussy. This time she guided him a bit more closely, showing him how she loved to be spread wide and licked along the crease that separated her inner and outer lips. She encouraged him as he gave her long licks from the base of her opening all the way up to her engorged clit. He loved the way she moaned and ground her crotch into his mouth whenever his tongue brushed against her sensitive nubbin. Susan was lost in her fantasy, completely aroused by the way he explored and experimented with her, making sure his tongue tasted every pink fold and crevice of her dripping cunt. After several long minutes of licking and sucking, she was ready for more. She held his head firmly against her clit, encouraging him to focus his attentions on her sensitive little button.

"God, baby, your mouth feels so fucking good. Eat out your mommy's wet pussy. I'm so hot for you, my love," she groaned, encouraging him to keep it up. What John lacked in technique he more than made up for in eagerness, and his tongue was relentless on her clit. Susan was in seventh heaven as her son devoured her, driving her closer and closer to her peak with each swipe of his broad tongue against her pulsing sex.

"Yes! Suck my cunt, son. Put your tongue inside of me!" John was more than happy to comply, shoving his tongue deep into her gash. "Ohhhh... So good baby. So fucking good," she moaned, encouraging his efforts. She bucked her hips against his invading tongue and pinched her nipples, extending her pleasure to new heights. As she writhed under him, the whole world fell away until all that was left were the jolts of intense pleasure flowing through her.

Emboldened by his mom's obvious arousal, John began probing her entrance with his fingers, being sure to never let his tongue break contact with her clit. His fingers gently explored her and probed lightly at her drenched entrance. He was surprised at how easily his finger slid all the way inside.

"Ungh! Ohhhmmmmgod! More! Give me more!" she begged. He shoved another finger inside and began rapidly pumping them in and out of her in time with the flicks of his tongue on her clit. Susan growled and groaned like an animal in heat, sweat pouring from her skin from the exertion of fucking her son's face and fingers. John marveled at the way his mom's pussy pulled and squeezed at his fingers while he explored her insides.

"Nnnggghhhh! Oh god, oh yes, oh FUCK that feels good!" she rasped through clenched teeth. The feeling of her son's fingers thrusting into her clutching pussy finally sent her over the edge. "Mgonna cum! Oh god, mommy's gonna cum for you, baby. Here it comes!" Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. All of her pent up fear, excitement, and anticipation released in a gut wrenching spasm of pleasure. Her legs locked tightly around her son's head as she collapsed in on herself, convulsing and sobbing with joy. John just kept licking her and fucking her, loving the feeling of her cunt convulsing around his fingers and her wetness flowing over his mouth and hand. She seemed to melt into the sheets as her orgasm flowed through her, until she was reduced to nothing more than a loose heap of panting flesh.

As her legs relaxed, John pulled away from her, smiling with pride. He couldn't believe he'd actually managed to get her off. His face was covered in her sticky cum, which had also left a dark wet spot on the sheets below her butt. John had never seen his mom look so flushed and sexy. Her freckles were nearly invisible behind the deep red blush of her skin. He couldn't think of a time when he'd loved her more.

She breathed heavily and gave him a dreamy, half-delirious smile. "I see you've made another mess for me to clean up," she said. He crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, sharing her juices between them. The feeling of his hard cock pressing against her soft belly while they kissed reminded him of his own desire and he reflexively ground his himself into her flesh. Their kiss was sweet and loving, both of them cherishing the deep affection they felt for each other.

John and Susan snuggled lovingly in the afterglow of their coupling. As Susan slowly came down from her incredible high, she nibbled and sucked on her son's skin, being sure to lick up all of the excess lubrication on his face and neck. John felt nothing but pure affection and love for her as he held her tight, loving the feeling of their hearts beating next to each other. Slowly, the rest of the world started to come back into focus, particularly the sounds of slurping and moaning coming from Bill and Emma's direction.

John and Susan gasped in surprise as they broke their embrace. Susan turned around, spooning up against her son to see Emma stroking and licking her father's cock. From their vantage, Susan had an eye-level view of her daughter's mouth wrapped tightly around the head of her husband's prick. Emma licked his glans, focusing her efforts on the delicious pre-cum that leaked out of him. Bill's hand rested lightly on her blonde head, encouraging her but not forcing her down any farther than she was comfortable going. John rested his head on his mom's shoulder, not wanting to miss the show. He found the sight of his innocent looking sister going down on their dad to be incredibly arousing, and he unconsciously rubbed his cock between his mom's ass cheeks as they spooned. Susan sighed in pleasure at the feeling of her son's warm shaft rubbing against her sensitive anus and pushed back at him.

"Mmm... You two put on quite a show," Bill said, smiling back at them. "I take it you... Ungh!... enjoyed yourself?"

"Absolutely," Susan said. "We've raised one hell of a pussy licker." John beamed at her compliment. "I suppose it's fair to say that you're also enjoying Emma's obvious talents?" she continued.

"MMmmmFUCK! YES!" he bellowed.

"And how about you, Emma? Are you enjoying sucking on your daddy's cock?"

Emma broke contact with him and grinned at her mom, saliva dripping thickly down her chin. "It tastes so good, mom. I had no idea!"

It was true, too. As much as she'd enjoyed watching her brother and mother suck each other off, she had been eager to get in on the action and take some pleasure for herself. When her father had placed his hand on her inner thigh and started cautiously stroking her, she had taken his wrist and guided his fingers directly to her drenched cunt. Looking up at him, Emma had been able to see the pure fatherly love in his eyes, and they had met in a sensual, open-mouthed kiss.

They had been making out quietly while Susan writhed under her son's tongue. Bill had gasped in pleasure when Emma lightly gripped his cock, stroking experimentally up and down on his shaft. She let out an excited sigh of her own when his free hand started groping her sensitive breasts. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her hard little nipples, sending shockwaves down to her pussy. She loved the way her father touched her and knew without a doubt that she wanted to take things further.

Breaking their kiss, Emma had smiled shyly up at her dad, licked her lips, and bent down to get her first taste of a man's cock. It only took a moment for her to realize that she loved giving head. The spongy texture and his unique masculine odor drove her wild with lust. From that angle, he could no longer rub her pussy, but she didn't care. From the moment she got a taste of his salty pre-cum, her only desire was to feel her dad's cock jerking and spurting in her mouth.

She didn't stop sucking, even through her mother's intense orgasm, which she watched through the corner of her eye. She didn't even stop when she realized that she was being watched. In fact, it turned her on even more knowing she had an audience for her lewd behavior. It was only when her mother questioned her directly that she took a break from her task, but she quickly got back to work worshiping her father's organ after giving her enthusiastic response.

Bill's heart filled with pride at his daughter and her enthusiastic cock sucking. She seemed to want to taste every inch of him. He loved the way she moaned with his cock in her mouth, the vibrations sending him to further heights of pleasure.

As his daughter pleasured him, Bill's mind drifted back to when Susan first told him about the conversation she'd had with her brother. Until that moment, the idea of committing incest had never crossed his mind, but, to his embarrassment, the pictures of Craig and Sally fucking their kids had made his cock hard as steel. Like any good father, he was very protective of his little girl and, deep down, he had to admit that the idea of teaching her how to give and receive pleasure appealed to his fatherly instincts. It made him really horny as well. Susan's confession that she'd long fantasized about teaching their children how to fuck had sealed the deal for him, and he was glad they'd gone through with it.

Emma took his cock several inches deeper into her mouth, snapping him back to reality. "Mmmm, baby that feels so good. You're sucking me so good, don't stop!" he groaned, lost in pleasure. Holding the back of her head, he began gently humping his hips into her mouth in small, short strokes, savoring the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue bathing his sensitive shaft.

"MMMMMmmmmmm..." Emma moaned around his cock. She loved the way he was fucking her face, so insistent but so tender and loving as well. Knowing it was her father's prick sliding against her tongue made her pussy twitch in excitement. She pressed her thighs together tightly, imagining how his large member would feel as it stretched open her virgin pussy.

Her lips and tongue were having their desired effect and Bill felt the familiar tingling sensation that signaled his release. "Oh, baby, you're taking such good care of your daddy," Bill grunted. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up!" His short thrusts became more frantic as he felt himself nearing orgasm.

"Suck him, honey," Susan whispered. The sight of her daughter giving her husband head was better than any porno. The lewd show, combined with the feeling of her son's hands exploring her breasts and pussy had the overheated housewife brought her back to full arousal. "Make him cum, baby," she pleaded. "You're going to love how it tastes. Trust me."

Excited for her first mouthful of her dad's sperm, Emma redoubled her efforts, her pussy creaming as her dad pumped her face full of cock. She loved the faraway expression on his face as he fucked harder and faster into her sucking mouth, her grip on the base of his shaft keeping him from going too deep. His delicious pre-cum started to flow more freely, and she savored his musky taste.

The realization that his daughter wanted to swallow his cum sent Bill over the edge. "Fuck! Unghh! Suck my cock! Suck your daddy's cock, baby!" he growled. His grip on Emma's head tightened as he froze with his cock halfway inside of her mouth. He saw stars as he tensed up and flooded her eager mouth with his thick semen. He rocked gently against her face while he held her, wanting to enjoy every moment of her delicious sucking lips, but, at the same time, not wanting to choke his darling daughter with his copious outpouring.

Once the spurting stopped, Emma took several large swallows before disengaging from her dad's wilting member. "Mmmm, that tastes really good! Did I do it right, Daddy?" Her mouth and chin were covered in dripping saliva and flecks of her father's cum.

"That was fucking incredible, honey," he said, the pure love and affection he felt for his daughter evident on his smiling face. "I can't wait to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."

"Me either!" Emma enthusiastically replied. She casually wiped some stray cum and climbed up on top of her father, planting a hungry kiss on his lips. As she pushed her lips against his, her eyes opened wide at the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth. The two of them kissed and caressed each other aggressively. She ran her hands through his chest hair while he pinched and squeezed her pointed breasts. He eventually reached down to grope her ass, spreading her open for John and Susan's viewing pleasure.

Emma knew that they could see her dripping wet cunt and was surprised by how turned on it made her to be watched. John noticed that, unlike his mom's thick, protruding inner lips, Emma's were thin and delicate but no less delicious looking. A thin stream of milky fluid trickled from her small opening. At the sight of his sister's exposed cunt, John started grinding himself between his his mom's ass cheeks even harder. Reaching around her, he started groping her breasts and imagined Emma's tight looking slit stretching around his cock.




The Christmas Portrait



Although Susan loved feeling her son's groping hands and thrusting cock, she saw an opportunity to fulfill another of her forbidden fantasies. Crawling away from her son, she positioned herself between the spread legs of her daughter and husband. John let out a disappointed groan. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," she said with an impish grin.

Returning her attention to Emma and Bill, she reached down and started gently massaging her daughter's mound, gathering her slick lubrication on the tips of her fingers and gently spreading it over her delicate lips and clit.

Emma jerked in surprise. "What was that?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder. Her surprise deepened when she realized that it was her mother who was playing with her pussy.

"Just relax and enjoy it, honey," Susan said, continuing to circle her fingers around her daughter's clit. Her rubbing caused Emma to moan loudly and shudder before collapsing more fully onto her father's chest. "You're the only one who hasn't had a chance to cum, and I think it's time someone remedied that."

"Oh, Mommy, your fingers feel so good! I didn't know you liked girls," Emma groaned.

"I've always fantasized about being with a woman, but I never had the courage to act on my desires -- until now, that is. Are you okay with it?" Susan asked, continuing to deliberately stroke her daughter while she spoke. When Emma pushed back against her exploring fingers, she knew she had her answer.

Emma was desperate for release. "You can do whatever you want to me, Mom. Will you lick my pussy like John licked yours?" she asked.

From the onset of puberty, Emma had known she was bisexual, but she'd never admitted it to anyone, not even her brother. When she masturbated, she often found herself imagining what her female classmates looked like naked, and what it would be like to taste their pussies or touch their breasts and have them do the same to her. The idea that her own mother was going to help her fulfill that fantasy made her incredibly hot.

With a smile and a nod, Susan lowered her mouth to her daughter's wet gash, taking her first taste of her daughter's delicious cunt. She made a long slow swipe with her tongue from Emma's clitoris all the way to the pink hole of her anus. Emma let out an excited yip and pushed her herself back against her mom's face.

The wet slurping sounds of his wife devouring his daughter's dripping pussy had an immediate effect on Bill's cock, which began to harden and press against Emma's belly. Without missing a beat, Susan grabbed his erection and started rubbing it against the top of their daughter's pussy while running her tongue around the dripping opening of her slit, occasionally dipping her tongue inside and making rhythmic slurping sounds as she scooped out the the delicious honey hidden within. As Susan continued to eat her out, Emma began grunting and yelping in pleasure, her hips rocking rhythmically against her mom's tongue, and the added stimulation of her dad's cockhead bumping against her clit drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

Emma's senses were on overload as her parents played with her youthful body. Each touch sent bolts of electricity to her pussy until her need for release became all consuming. Every time her father ran his thumb over her straining nipples she let out a passionate sigh of pleasure. Her pussy juice flowed freely over his cock as she writhed between them, thoroughly enjoying being the meat in their incestuous sandwich. Her movements and yelps of pleasure became more and more frantic as she continued to grind herself against her parent's exploring hands and mouths.

"Unghhh... Unghhh..." she moaned as her mother devoured her. Emma's toes curled tightly and she gripped the sheets in large fistfuls as her approaching orgasm took hold. She took a deep breath and pushed her pussy down hard onto her mother's probing tongue as the heat of her orgasm built in her belly and exploded through her entire body. She let out a low keening wail as a tidal wave of pleasure rippled through her and her pussy flooded with lubrication. Her parents held her tight as she shook and convulsed through her orgasm, both of them enjoying the feel of her body tensing and relaxing. It was the most intense release she'd ever experienced, and it left her completely drained. For several minutes after it passed, she lay against her father, panting like she'd just run a marathon.

"How was that?" Susan asked as she came up from between her daughter's legs. She had a sexy smirk on her face, which was sticky and wet with her daughter's copious lubrication. She'd now had the pleasure of tasting both of her kids' cum and found them equally delicious.

"Mmmm... That was... great..." Emma sighed, smiling and snuggling up to her father. "You two really know how to make a girl feel good." Rolling out of Bill's embrace, she turned to her mother and planted a deep, tongue-filled kiss on her mouth. She could taste her own juices on her mom's tongue and lips and found herself wondering whether her mom's pussy was just as tasty. The thought sent a fresh tingle of excitement between her legs.

John couldn't believe he was watching his tomboy sister, naked and making out with their mother. It was perhaps the weirdest thing he'd ever seen, but definitely the most arousing as well. He stroked himself at a slow, deliberate pace, excited to see what would happen next.

Susan broke her kiss with Emma and flashed her son another sexy smile. "Your cock is so sexy, son," she said. "Do you like seeing your mommy making your little sister cum?" she asked.

He merely nodded. As he continued to stare at them, Susan started lightly massaging her daughter's small breasts, squeezing and pulling on her pointed nipples, causing Emma to squeal with joy. Emma, for her part, reached between them and started cautiously exploring the space between her mom's parted legs.

"Oh, you feel so nice, mommy," Emma sighed. Her left hand moved up to cup and squeeze Susan's hanging breasts. She took her time exploring her mom's body, noting all of their small similarities and differences.

For several silent minutes, John and Bill watched in awe as Susan and Emma worked each other up. The men idly stroked their cocks as they enjoyed the show, neither one eager to reach their peak without the help of the beautiful women in bed with them.

Without warning, Susan pulled away, eliciting a pout from her daughter. "Sorry, dear, your fingers feel amazing, but I need something more substantial down there. You've got me all worked up again and I really need to get fucked."

Susan crawled back to her son and embraced him tightly. She gripped his cock and jerked it slowly up and down, enjoying the soft texture of his skin. He shuddered and moaned as she traced a line up his shaft, spreading his pre-cum over his sensitive glans. "I can't wait to feel this hard cock sliding in and out of me, son," she whispered seductively. "Do you think that's a thing you'd like to do with me? I've been thinking about it for weeks. Ever since I saw the pictures of your aunt and cousin, I've been thinking about how handsome you are and how happy it would make me to feel your naked body next to mine as you fill me up with that cock." John lurched in her hand and had to concentrate to keep himself from cumming.

There was no doubt that this was something he wanted more than any Christmas present. "Mmmm... You're so hot mom. I'd be crazy not to want to fuck you. Are you sure that's something you'd really want to do with me?" he asked. Even after everything that had happened, his brain was still having a hard time accepting the reality of the situation. Actually having sex with his mom would be crossing another line, and he wanted to make sure she wanted it as badly as he did.

He needn't have worried. Instead of responding in words, Susan grabbed his hand and shoved it roughly between her legs, showing him just how wet and ready she was for his cock. She let out a lewd moan as her son explored her swampy pussy. Her warm juices coated his fingers as he rubbed them up and down her slit. Meeting no resistance at all, his middle finger slid all the way into her, causing her to grunt in surprise and delight. She was definitely ready to get fucked.

The realization that he was about to fuck his own mother was unbelievably exciting, but he still felt unsure of himself. He knew this was the culmination of one of her deepest fantasies and he wanted the experience to be special for her. She'd already made this one of the best days of his life and he wanted to make sure he returned the favor. "I really want to do this Mom, but... I've never done anything like this before. I want our first time to be great, but I really don't know what to do." He hesitated. "What if I'm not good at it?"

"Trust me, Son, you have nothing to worry about. I'm so hot for you right now, and I just want to feel you inside of me. I don't care how long it lasts." Despite his obvious arousal, Susan could tell that he wasn't completely convinced.

She was desperate for his cock, but her motherly side wanted to make sure he didn't look back on his first time with embarrassment. She took a moment to sort her thoughts. "I have an idea," she finally said, turning to her husband. Bill was perched behind his daughter, rubbing her back and massaging slender shoulders. "How about we give these two kids a demonstration?" she asked. "You can show your son how his mommy likes it, and Emma can see how skillful you are with that big dick of yours."

"I like the sound of that!" Bill replied, grinning and pulling away from Emma. Susan crawled away from John as well and met her husband in a familiar embrace. John was disappointed that the loss of his virginity would be delayed, but he was also relieved, and more than a little excited, to get an up close demonstration of his parents fucking.

As Emma crawled towards John's side of the bed, his eyes were drawn to her naked body. He admired her small, pink nipples, which were swollen and red from being pinched and played with. He'd loved the way his mom had moaned and ground against him when he groped her breasts, and he wondered whether Emma would respond in the same way. She sat cross legged next to him, giving him a clear view of her pretty pussy. Like her excited nipples, her small inner lips were red and engorged. Her sparse blonde pubic hair was matted with her juices, and her inner thighs were coated and sticky looking as well.

Emma was paying equally close attention to her brother's cock, which was standing proud in front of him. She'd often imagined what he would look like naked, and she was very pleased with the reality. They caught each other's eyes and blushed deep scarlet. "Nice cock, bro," Emma said, breaking their awkward silence. "Can I touch?"

"Only if I can play with you too."

"Hopefully you do more than touch," she said, smiling wickedly at her brother. She reached out and tentatively grasped him, marveling at how a man's cock could be be hard as a rock but still feel so soft and warm. She rolled her thumb over his glans and licked her lips as she saw a bit of pre-cum drip out of the tip.

John was eager to touch his sister's private places as well and gently caressed her slick thighs, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Before long, he was sliding his fingers up and down her slit and gently rubbing her clit.

The siblings were so engrossed in their mutual masturbation that they'd almost forgotten the show their parents were putting on for them. Soon, though, their mother's lusty moans became impossible to ignore. Without removing their hands from each other's crotches, they turned their gaze toward their parents, who were making out heavily and thrusting their tongues in and out of each other's mouths. Their mother used both of her fists to stroke and caress her husband's cock while he mauled her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her excited nipples.

After several minutes of this, Bill started thrusting harder into the tunnel his wife formed with her hands. "Ohhh, that feels so good, baby," he whispered between deep, puffing breaths. He set his jaw and had a dreamy smile on his face as he focused on her enthusiastic handjob. They stared into each other's eyes, silently sharing their deep love and affection for each other. Their sex life had always been enjoyable, but since they'd opened up about their incestuous fantasies, they'd reached new levels of passion.

Bill continued to get more and more worked up, grunting and groaning as he thrust against her stroking hands. Sensing her husband's impending release, Susan gripped him tightly, preventing him from getting the friction he so desperately desired. Bill groaned in frustration and attempted several more thrusts to no avail. Flashing him a coy smile, she pushed him onto his back, giving her kids a great view of her ass furry pussy as she got into position. Straddling his hips, she guided the head of his cock to her dripping entrance and sat down on it, engulfing his cock in one swift motion.

From John and Emma's vantage point, they could see the thick lips of their mom's pussy rest snugly against their dad's balls. She didn't need any time to adjust to his familiar girth and started grinding herself slowly against his shaft. Fingers and tongues were nice, but there was nothing quite like the sensation of her husband's warm prick stretching the walls of her cunt. "Oh, baby, I love the way you fill me up," she groaned as she rolled her hips in slow circles on his lap. Bill kept his hands planted firmly on her breasts, knowing she loved the added stimulation.

Susan looked over her shoulder at her children, her lust and arousal plainly visible to both of them. "See, son, there's nothing to it," she said. A pleased gasp of surprise escaped her lips as she saw the unexpected image of her children masturbating each other. A fresh wave of excitement flooded through her pussy, and she picked up the pace of her fucking. "I think our kids like looking at their mommy while she's getting fucked. Maybe we should put on a real show for them."

"Oh yeah, honey. Show them how much you like being stuffed full of me--how much you like getting fucked," Bill said, playing along.

Susan raised herself up on her knees, sliding higher and higher on her husband's cock until just the head was wedged between her lips. She held herself there for a brief moment, then slammed herself back down with a guttural moan. She loved the familiar sensation of her husband's cock drilling into her. Knowing that her children were watching and patiently waiting their turn, made it even better. Taking his hands off of her breasts, Bill reached around and took a firm hold of her pale ass cheeks and forcefully ground her cunt even harder onto his cock, causing her to whimper and sigh at the deep penetration and friction on her clit.

Using her elbows to support her weight, Susan again raised herself up. This time, however, Bill was the one to forcefully slam himself up into her, causing her to let out an ecstatic squeal.

"Take that cock! Show our kids how much their mom loves to fuck!" Bill said, groaning as her pussy clenched around his shaft. He knew that one of the best ways to get his wife going was with dirty talk. "You like being the family fuck-slut, don't you! I bet you're imagining how good it's going to feel when it's your son's turn in that sweet pussy, aren't you!" Bill grinned wickedly, knowing the effect his words would have on her.

"Mmmm yes! I can't wait for my son to fuck me!" She moaned. Her hips went into overdrive, and John marvelled at the sight of her ass jiggling up and down as his dad's cock pounded in and out of her. Sweat poured from her brow and strands of her tousled red hair clung to her face as she concentrated on the pleasurable sensations emanating from her crotch. Bill's filthy talk and insistent thrusting brought her closer and closer to the crest of another powerful orgasm.

For several long moments, the siblings watched in rapt attention as their parents fucked like animals. The room filled with the wet squishy sound and smells of their lovemaking. John and Emma stared in open mouthed excitement at the sight of their mother's pussy lips as they dragged along their father's cock, only to disappear back inside of her on the down thrust. All the while her lubrication dripped between them, bathing his balls and matting their pubic hair.

As Bill steadily fucked her, Susan's grunts and groans got louder. The muscles in her ass clenched tightly every time he bottomed out in her. "Fuck baby, your cock feels so good. Keep going like that and I'm going to cum all over you!" she cried between ragged, gasping breaths. He increased his pace, slamming into her harder and harder, eager to send his horny wife crashing over the edge. She gasped with every thrust of his invading member, loving the way his balls repeatedly slapped against her sensitive asshole. Before long, she cried out and started shivering through a hard cum.

"Ungh, Ungh, fuck me baby! Don't stop fucking me! Ohhh!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she completely lost herself to the feeling of her husband's cock fucking in and out of her. A fresh wave of her juices poured out of her as she came, creating another dark, wet stain on the sheets beneath them. As she came down from her high, Bill slowed his thrusting, letting her catch her breath while his still-hard cock twitched inside of her.

All the while, John and Emma continued to slowly masturbate each other, loving the show but also enjoying their close proximity with each other. As Emma watched her parents fuck, she imagined that she was the one straddling her dad's hard dick. She wasn't sure how he would ever fit inside of her virgin pussy, but she knew she'd find out before the day was through. Her brother's fingers on her felt incredible, and soon she found the mental image of her father being replaced by John. As she imagined her brother spreading her legs and splitting her open, she unconsciously increased the pace of her stroking, causing him to moan in appreciation.

Following his sister's lead, John became more exploratory and energetic. His little sister's hand on his cock felt amazing, and he wanted to make her feel just as good. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her copious lubrication around her opening and enjoying the way she moaned every time he brushed against her clit. He rubbed her aroused little button in a steady, circular motion while she continued stroking up and down on his cock.

As many times as she'd fantasized about John touching her private places, Emma never thought it would actually happen. Turning away from her parents, she stared into his eyes, lost in his dreamy smile. Before either of them knew what was happening, they found themselves locked in a tender, loving kiss.

The image of her masturbating children had been stuck in Susan's mind all through her intense fuck session with her husband, and now that she'd come down from her orgasmic high, she wanted to get a better view of the action. Standing on wobbly legs, she turned around and sat back down on her husband's straining manhood. Bill sat up straight with his wife in his lap, letting her lean back against his larger frame as he rested his chin on her shoulder. He was just as eager to see their children fool around as she was. As they watched, he reached around and groped her breasts, causing her to moan and clench her pussy around his embedded cock. "Goddamn they're hot together," he whispered in her ear. "You were so right; this is much more exciting than I ever imagined it could be."

"I know. I can hardly believe it, myself," she said with a wistful sigh. "We've raised two wonderful young adults, and I feel so lucky sharing this with them." She hesitated for a beat. "Are you sure you're going to be okay with me fucking John?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice. "Even after all we've done, it will be crossing a line that we can't ever uncross." The feeling of his cock flexing inside of her told her everything she needed to know.




The Christmas Portrait



"It's more than okay, Susan," he said without hesitation. "I can't wait to see our son fucking your brains out. I want to see the look on your face when you feel our boy's cock sliding into you. I want to hear you beg for his cum and see it running out of your used up cunt." His words and the mental images they produced made her shiver with excitement.

While she watched her children fondle and kiss each other, Susan rolled her hips in her husband's lap with steadily increasing intensity. His daughter's blowjob had given Bill a bit more stamina, but the sight of his children making out with each other and stroking each other's genitals, along with the feeling of his wife's soaked pussy brought him close to the edge. He gently pushed Susan forward until she was on all fours. Grabbing her hips, he started grinding into her with greater force and intensity.

"Ohhh god honey... You fuck me so good!" Susan groaned. "Look at our beautiful children while you fuck me. Imagine it's your sexy daughter's pussy that you're fucking. Think about how tight she must be. Would you like that Emma?" she asked.

Her mom's words turned Emma on immensely, and without missing a beat, she broke her kiss and asked, "Would you like that, Daddy? I think I'd like to try that with you... if you really wanted to." Emma intentionally made her voice sound as demure and innocent as possible, playing right into her parents' incestuous fantasies.

"Oh, fuck!" Bill responded. "Mmmm... Oh honey, I would love that. Ahhhh..." Susan's breasts shook beneath her as he fucked her, sending electric jolts of pleasure every time her nipples brushed against the sheets. Bill squeezed her hips roughly as lewd images of his innocent daughter floated freely through his brain. When he felt himself reaching the point of no return, Bill closed his eyes and imagined that it was Emma's tight pussy that he was about to fill with his hot sperm. He panted and groaned as spurt after spurt of his cum poured into his wife's welcoming cunt. They both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as he recovered from their coupling.

Emma's hands were having their desired effect on her brother as well. "Emma, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum so hard. Please don't stop!" he begged.

Emma had no intention of letting her brother's cum go to waste, and she wasn't going to stop either, so she bent down and took him into her mouth. John gasped in surprise. He noted the differences in her technique from the blowjob he'd received earlier that morning. His mom had taken him all the way down and let him fuck her face, but Emma focused mostly on the head of his shaft, covering it with light licks and kisses. All the while, she kept stroking up and down on his shaft, occasionally reaching down to tease his tightening nutsack. It felt completely different but just as amazing.

John gently stroked his sister's blonde hair as her head bobbed in his lap. He had been on edge for quite a while, and the feeling of her mouth and tongue caressing his sensitive cock head was more than he could take. "Mmm... here it comes sis!" he warned.

Emma didn't care. She had loved the taste of her dad's cum, and instinctively knew that her brother would taste just as nice. She smiled inwardly at the realization that she was becoming a real cum-slut, an incestuous one no less!

John sighed as he felt himself let go. Emma sucked hard on his spongy head, wanting to catch every drop of his salty load. As he shot spurt after spurt into her, she slithered her tongue all along the underside of his shaft, moaning as his hot cum sprayed against tongue and filled her mouth. She reached between her legs and frantically rubbed her clit while he came, managing to bring herself off as well. She shuddered and groaned through her small orgasm, never letting her lips break their seal on his cock. The sensation of was almost too intense for John, but he wouldn't have stopped her for the world.

"Mmmm, you taste delicious, bro," Emma said, panting and grinning as she pulled herself up from her his lap. A few small trickles of his semen leaked around the edges of her mouth, and a long string of saliva hung from her chin. "It's a little different from Daddy's, but just as tasty," she said, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world to compare the tastes of her father and brother's sperm.

"I'm glad you liked it," John replied. The thought that his sister, who'd been at his side for his entire life had just sucked him off was an incredible turn-on. He couldn't quite reconcile his extreme excitement at everything that had happened that morning with the knowledge that they had done something that the rest of society would never condone. He knew he should have felt guilty for doing the things he'd done with his mother and sister, but all he felt was love and satisfaction. He'd never felt closer to his family and, consequences be damned, he couldn't wait to do more with them.

Emma had reached the same conclusion. After swallowing her brother's load, the reality of the situation hit her. If anyone ever found out that she'd sucked off both her father and her brother, she'd never be able to live it down. Still, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop. She'd never felt more beautiful or more loved than when she was naked in her parent's bed. There were so many things she still wanted to try, and she loved knowing that her family would be there to guide her along the way.

Susan and Bill had rearranged themselves during Emma's blowjob. He was leaning back against the headboard while his wife knelt between his spread legs. Her red curls blocked John and Emma's view, but from the wet sounds emanating from their father's groin, it was clear that she was lapping up the mixture of their orgasmic juices from his cock.

As Susan sucked on him, her upturned ass and cunt were on full display to her children. The pink lips of her pussy were framed beautifully by her sticky, matted pubic hair, and her pussy hung open as a thick stream of her husband's cum dripped out of her and ran down her thighs.

Emma's mouth watered at the sight. She wondered what it would be like to lick another woman's pussy, and the fact that the one in front of her was filled with more of her dad's delicious semen was an enticing bonus. Here I go, she thought to herself as she leaned forward and pushed her face between her mom's legs. Susan jerked in surprise, but didn't take her mouth off of Bill's cock. Emma gripped her hips and eagerly slurped her dad's cum out of her mom's flowing cunt. She loved the combined taste and smell of them and was desperate to consume every drop of their spend.

Once Bill's cock was clean, Susan flipped onto her back so that she was spread eagle, her head resting in her husband's lap. Using both hands, she spread herself open, exposing all of her wet, pink pussy to her children's excited gaze. It gave her an incredible thrill to do something so naughty. She loved sharing this side of herself with them and knowing that they not only accepted her, but desired her as well.

Emma smiled hungrily at her mom's lewd display. A mixture of saliva and cum covered her mouth and the tip of her nose. "Wow that tasted good!" she exclaimed. She'd loved the taste of her brother and father, but eating cum directly from her mom's recently fucked pussy was something else entirely.

"I'm glad you like it dear," Susan replied, sighing as her husband caressed her shoulders. "Your mouth felt really good. How about you get down here and finish the job."

Without a moment's hesitation, Emma dropped to her hands and knees and went back to work. She was completely focused on giving her mother pleasure, insistently licking and sucking on Susan's sensitive clit when she wasn't lapping gobs of cum out of her slit. As Susan's arousal began to peak again, she grabbed Emma's blonde locks and started forcefully rutting against her daughter's face. "Fuck you're good at this," she growled between her panting deep breaths.

Not content to sit by and watch, John positioned himself at Emma's side, using one hand to rub her wet pussy and the other to rub and play with her nipples. He ran tight circles around her opening, taking occasional detours up to the sensitive nubbin at the top of her pussy. Her brother's fingers felt great, but didn't distract her from the task before at hand. Emma could tell that her mom was close to the edge and desperately wanted to push her over.

"Fuck... Fuck... OH FUCK!," Susan moaned as she tensed for another orgasm. Her husband's hands had wandered down her shoulders to caress her sensitive breasts. The combination of his massaging fingers, her daughter's mouth on her clit, and the sight of her son toying with his sister's girlish body sent her careening head first into another explosive orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure rocketed through her, Susan locked her legs around her daughter's head, and ground her crotch against her face. Emma felt a mixture of excitement and pride at the knowledge that she'd turned on her mom so much. The excitement of the moment and her brother's hands on her body triggered another small orgasm of her own. Collapsing onto the bed, she enjoyed the heady aroma of her mother's cunt. John never took his hands off of her and marveled at the the way her pussy rhythmically contracted and released as her fragrant lubrication flowed out of her hole. He couldn't wait to find out what those contractions felt like on his cock.

As the women came down from their orgasms, Emma crawled higher up Susan's chest, nuzzling her mother's breasts as Susan held her in a loving embrace. The two of them laid there for several long minutes as they enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies next to one another. Bill returned to rubbing Susan's shoulders, and John lightly ran his palm up and down Emma's back, caressing her soft skin. As mother and daughter regained their senses they smiled lazily at each other. John and Bill also shared knowing smiles, silently acknowledging that they'd both really enjoyed the show.

"Thanks, bro. That felt really nice," Emma said, smiling up at her brother. "I never imagined when I woke up this morning that I'd go down on my entire family before lunch time!"

"So you liked it then?" Susan asked. "No regrets?"

"Are you kidding?" Emma replied. "I never gave the idea of incest much thought, although I'll admit there were times when I wished that John wasn't my brother." He blushed at her compliment. "But fooling around with you guys has been so much more exciting than my hottest fantasies. I've never experienced something that felt so wrong, but at the same time, so unbelievably right. I love that I can be a total slut for you all without worrying about being embarrassed or jealous. Basically, I don't ever want this to stop, and I can't wait for whatever comes next."

Bill and Susan smiled at that. "We feel the same way," Susan said. "It turns us on so much knowing that we're doing something so nasty and wrong with our own kids."

"So we know how you feel Emma. How about you John? Would you like to keep going? I know your mom is still waiting for that fuck you promised her," Bill said.

John groaned in excitement. "I think you know the answer to that," he said, indicating his semi-hard cock bobbing in front of him. Any lingering feelings of indecision or guilt were long gone. The only thing on his mind was finally getting to put his cock inside his mom's beautiful cunt. "I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. How many people can say that their parents taught them to have sex? I can't wait to find out how great it feels to fuck you, mom."

Susan was taken aback by his forwardness. "I'm excited too, honey. But before we do anything else, I think we could all use a shower." They all agreed, realizing that the entire family was a sticky mess, to say nothing of the sheets.

"Good idea, Mom. I also need something to eat. Something besides cock that is." Despite all that had happened," Emma said, causing everyone to laugh. Despite all that had happened, Emma was still Emma.

Susan and Bill's bathroom was quite large, and their shower was as well. It had three different shower heads pointing from several different angles. Although it was a tight fit, all four of them managed to squeeze in together.

Bill spent a long time washing his daughter's body, paying particularly close attention to her small breasts and sensitive nipples. He loved the way she sighed and leaned into him every time he ran his palms over her hard little nubbins. John did the same with his mom, making a point of touching as much of her body as he could. He was entranced by her pale freckled skin and the way her red hair clung to her soaking wet body. All of the intense urgency of the morning had passed, and they were happy to just enjoy the intimacy of their physical contact.

Despite all the rubbing and touching that went on in the shower, everyone was too worn out to do much more than touch. The four of them got out and dried off when the water started to get cold. Rather than getting dressed, they all put on fresh robes and made their way downstairs, eager to fill their growling stomachs.

Susan went to work making sandwiches while her family stood around the kitchen, chatting as if it was a normal Christmas morning. Any residual awkwardness from their sexual encounter faded away as they sat around the dinner table and simply enjoyed each other's company. As they talked, John thought about the changes that they'd gone through. Realizing that his mom and sister were sexually attracted to him had been a huge confidence boost.

"I can't believe I have to be the one to point this out, but it's past noon, and we still haven't opened Christmas presents yet," Bill said, breaking his son's train of thought.

The idea of opening his Christmas gifts didn't seem nearly as exciting as it had when he'd woken up, but he realized that taking some time to recover would probably lead to a more enjoyable experience later on.

"Wow, you're right!" he said. "Should we head to the living room and get started?"

"Race you there!" Emma yelled. Before either of their parents had a chance to respond, she scrambled madly out of her chair and nearly slipped on the hardwood flooring, just barely managing to regain her balance and avoid a head-on collision with the wall.

"Be careful!" her father yelled after her.

The rest of the family followed her at a more measured pace. Turning the corner into the living room, John was surprised to see the image of his aunt, uncle, and cousins still showing on the tv screen. Through all the recent developments with his parents and sister, he'd forgotten all about the series of naughty images they'd sent.

"Are there more of these?" John asked.

"A bunch more. They're really hot, too," Susan replied. "Maybe we can look at them together some other time. Right now, though, I just want to celebrate Christmas with my wonderful family."

"Agreed," Bill said, as he turned off the television.

The next few hours progressed like any normal Christmas morning. Bill took on his traditional Santa Claus role, handing out gifts to everyone in turn as they sat around the tree. John got a new gaming console and some games which he'd been asking for. He found it funny that something he'd wanted so badly that morning, now seemed like a nice afterthought.

Emma was thrilled to receive package after package of books, movies, and music. She jumped up and gave her dad a big hug, then surprised him by pulling him into a passionate kiss. John and Susan could see her small pink tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth. "Oh Daddy, thank you!" she exclaimed.

Susan stood next to them and put her hands on her hips. "What? You don't think he picked all of that out by himself, do you?" she said in mock annoyance.

"Oh, Mommy, I love you so much too!" Pulling away from Bill, she met her mom in an equally passionate embrace. Susan smiled inwardly, amazed at how much she enjoyed making out with her hot daughter. As they kissed, she reached down to grope Emma's ass, pulling her tighter into their embrace. John was certain that this was a sight he'd never get sick of seeing.

Susan gently pushed Emma away, cutting their kiss short. "There's more dear," she said with a sly smile on her face. John's intense focus on Susan and Emma's kissing had distracted him from his father's sudden disappearance. He was surprised to see him re-enter the room carrying two more packages.

"Your Dad and I weren't sure how you two would react to our new lifestyle, so we kept these presents away from the tree. I think it's safe to open them now though," Susan said. All through the opening of presents, the siblings had been silently waiting to see if their parents had gotten them any naughty gifts, and it seemed that, indeed, they had. Both packages were small, and Bill handed one to each of his children.

Emma started with hers first, revealing a sheer pink teddy with a matching pair of frilly pink of panties. She gasped in surprise at the gift. She'd never considered wearing sexy underwear before, but delighted in the idea of dressing up and showing off for her family's enjoyment.

She ran to the bathroom to change, taking a moment to admire the sight of herself in the mirror. She loved the way the soft fabric accented her nipples and hugged her hips. Deciding that she wanted to put on a show, Emma put her robe back on before returning to the living room.

The rest of the family waited in anticipation as she re-entered the room and stood before them. Blushing slightly, Emma opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. John, Susan, and Bill were taken aback by her beauty. The outfit made her look innocent, but intensely sexual at the same time. They stared at her in awe, each of them wanting nothing more than to ravish the beautiful girl standing before them. Susan eventually broke them from their reverie, and reminded everyone that John had a package to open as well.

Not even the sight of his sexy sister could overpower his curiosity about the contents of that box. He quickly unwrapped it and was a bit disappointed when he revealed what appeared to be a perfectly normal photo album. Confused, he flipped through a few pages and smiled as he realized that this wasn't a normal collection of pictures.

The binder contained page after page of pictures of his mom in various poses, doing all sorts of sexy things. His eyes were immediately drawn to a shot of her from behind. Her asshole and pussy were fully exposed, and a big glob of cum was dripping out of her opening.

"Jesus, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen... next to the real thing of course," he said, looking up at his mom.

Susan blushed. Despite all they'd done, she was still wrapping her head around her family's new lifestyle. Logically, she knew she should feel ashamed and embarrassed at showing her son pictures of her freshly fucked pussy, but seeing his excited reaction was such an incredible turn-on. She couldn't wait for him to see the rest of the pictures. "Keep reading. There's more," she said.

He continued to flip through the book, eventually getting to a set of pictures that involved his mom and dad. There were several shots of her sucking his cock and fucking him in a bunch of different positions. Seeing the look of delirious pleasure on his mom's face while she implied herself on his dad's cock brought John's own erection back to full mast.

It soon became clear that the album involved not only his mom and dad, but his Aunt Sally, Uncle Craig, and his cousins as well. One picture that caught John's eye was a side-shot of his uncle fucking his cousin, Jenny doggy-style. His aunt lay beneath them, pressing her tongue fully against the joining of his cock and her pussy. Everyone looked like they were having the time of their life.