Chapter 1: Santa Wraps up the Incestuous Gift

Dennis Andrews

I stepped out of the bathroom to find my mother in a bathrobe that wasn’t closed nearly as well as it should be. I could see her breasts. Not all of them—she had a nightie beneath—but enough of them to make my cock so hard.

“You should be in bed,” she admonished like I was six instead of sixteen.

“Right, Mom,” I said, my older brother and younger sister already in bed.

She headed down the hallway. My eyes followed her. I stared at her rump. I knew it was wrong to lust after my mother, but I wanted her for Christmas so badly. It would be so hot to have the pussy that birthed me gripping my cock.

All I wanted for Christmas was the one woman in the world I couldn’t have.

I envied Dad so much. I would be tapping Mom’s ass nightly. Just burying my fat cock into her tight cunt. I shuddered and headed to my bedroom. I burst through the door and crashed down on the bed, my cock so hard.

I gripped it and stroked my cock. It didn’t take long until I came. Just a few strokes, and I was spurting cum across my chest. I was making such a mess. I closed my eyes, wishing to have Mom for Christmas so much.

Hadn’t I been a good boy this year? Surely Santa could reward me with Mom.

I panted as my orgasm passed. I wiped my hand off my sheets and rolled over. I stared out the windows. Christmas lights twinkled. I stared at them, hoping so much that Santa would give me the best Christmas gift ever.

I had been so good this year. I deserved this.

I drifted off into sleep and fell into dreams. I was racing through the house for some reason. I couldn’t quite remember why. I ducked into the closet and closed it. My heart raced. The door creaked open. I was being chased.

“Where’s my good boy,” purred Mom. She walked in dressed like a sexy Santa in a red dress with a miniskirt lined with white fur. She had the cap on her head, her wavy, black hair falling around her face. “Mmm, Mommy has a special gift for you.”

She threw back my covers and sighed. She turned around and smiled at the closet. She would find me in here. I was naked and hard. I would be in so much trouble. She would know I was jerking off thinking of her.

“Mmm, is my good boy in here!” she cooed, her breasts jiggling in her low-cut bodice. Her breasts were about to spill out. “Let’s find out!”

She threw open the closet door. I gasped as I was naked. I tried to cover myself, but it was too late. My cheeks burned with such embarrassment as she cooed. She grabbed my dick, her hand so warm around it. I shuddered at her touch.

“Oh, my,” she cooed, her hand sliding up and down my cock. “My, my, isn’t that a big, hard cock. Why is it so hard? Have you been thinking about Mommy sucking on your cock?”

“N-no, Mom,” I stuttered as her hand felt so good sliding up and down my cock. “I haven’t.”

“Well, you should,” she cooed, her lips a bright shade of red. “Mmm, you’ve been such a good boy. You deserve this.”

Mom dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide. I groaned as her lips slid over my cock. It felt so incredible. I shuddered at the way she suckled on me. She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down my cock.

She was so good at that. Just so delicious at sucking on my cock. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight. She drove me wild with her hot mouth. I groaned as she nursed on me with all that she had. It was beautiful.

Wonderful.

Her lips worked up and down my cock. She groaned around my cock, her tongue flicking around my dick. It was so wild to have her doing that. I panted, my heart pounding into my chest as Mom blew me with her wonderful mouth.

It was incredible. “Mom!”

She purred around my cock, her tongue dancing around the crown. I shuddered at her touch. She felt so incredible doing that to me. I loved every second of it. She brought me closer and closer to cumming into her wonderful mouth.

She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down my cock. She moaned as she loved me. It was just so good to have her doing that. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful heat working up and down my dick. It was just so amazing.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned. “You’re ... that’s ... Wow!”

She moaned around my cock, suckling with all her might on me. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was so good to have her doing that to me. She drove me wild with her sucking. My nuts twitched and throbbed as she did that.

“Mom,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, Mom!”

She winked a hazel eye at me as she suckled with all her might. Her wavy hair swayed around her shoulders. That looked so good on her. She was just a sexy thing. A creature that was just so hot. She needed me to fuck her.

I wanted to be in her pussy. I craved that so much. She moaned around my dick, her tongue flicking about me. My cock twitched in her mouth. She nursed on me with all her might. I loved it so much. I knew I would cum in her.

I would flood her with all my spunk. Just unleash all my jizz into her mouth. She would gulp it all down. Just swallow every drop of my cum. My nuts twitched as she purred around my cock. The humming of her passion buzzed around the dick.

“Mom!” I gasped and erupted.

I pumped my cum into Mom’s mouth. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She swirled her tongue around my cock. The pleasure slammed through me. Each blast of jizz spurting into her mouth shot incestuous ecstasy through me.

The forbidden rapture shot through me. Mom groaned as she gulped down my cum. She swallowed it all down. The pleasure swept through me. It was just a wonderful rush. I panted, spurting the last of my cum into her mouth.

“Mom!” I groaned.

She popped her mouth off my cock and purred, “Mmm, you’ve been such a good boy. I have a treat for you.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “That wasn’t it?”

“That was my treat,” she said and licked the cum off her lips. She rose and turned, that short skirt barely covering her rump. She had on knee-high, black-heeled boots, too. She reached my bed and slid onto it.

The skirt slid up to expose her rump and her pussy. She had a shaved twat, a candy cane sticking out of it. She wiggled her hips and smiled at me over her shoulder. It was so clear what she wanted me to do. I groaned and moved to her.

I ripped the candy cane out of her pussy and suckled on it. The peppermint mixed with the tangy flavor of her pussy. I ground the candy cane, sucking on my cunt-flavored treat. Her pussy was right there just begging to be stuffed with a different sort of cane.

I pushed my cock against her. She moaned in delight, sounding so eager to have her son sliding back into her pussy. That made me smile. Her pussy was just begging to be stuffed full of my dick. I gripped her hips and thrust.

I plowed to the hilt in her cunt.

I loved the feel of her around me. She squeezed down on me. I groaned as I savored having all her pussy around my cock. I was in my mother’s pussy. My first silky snatch. The heat of her melted down my cock while I groaned out around the candy cane.

“Oh, Dennis, you’re so big and thick,” she moaned. “I’m glad you were such a good boy!”

“Me, too,” I groaned around the candy cane. The tart peppermint flavor filled my mouth.

I gripped her hips and drew back my cock. Mom’s pussy clamped down on me. She held me with her cunt. I loved that sensation. I buried back into her snatch, my nuts slapping into her shaved folds. She moaned, gripping me.

I loved it. She held me tight with her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her with all that I had. It was just so good to fuck her like this. To bury into her with all that I had. She groaned, holding my cunt so tight. She gripped me with her hot flesh. I pounded her. I fucked her hard.

I thrust into her flesh. I buried into her again and again. I loved the way that she massaged me. It was just incredible to have her holding me tight. I pumped away at her. I fucked her with such force. I buried into her hard.

“That’s it!” she gasped. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy with your big dick. Ooh, ooh, Santa will make all your Christmas dreams come true!”

“Good!” I gasped. “But they have! I just want you, Mommy!”

“Oh, yes, yes, you have me! Fuck your Mommy’s tight, wet cunt. Fill your Mommy’s womb up with your cum! Breed your Mommy!”

I pumped deep and hard into her cunt, reveling in that hot pussy holding me. I shuddered, the need to cum swelling in my nuts. She gripped me with that hot flesh. I loved thrusting away in her. I enjoyed fucking her so hard. So fast.

She whimpered, clamping her cunt down on my dick. She held me tight with her cunt. I groaned, burning into her hot flesh with all that I had. I buried into her with everything that I had. She gasped out at the feel of my dick fucking her.

“Oh, that’s it!” she moaned, my nuts slapping into her flesh. “Mommy loves her good boy being in her cunt. Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my cock.

I made my mother cum. That was such a rush. I pumped away at the incestuous snatch. I slammed to the hilt in her again and again, savoring the way she rippled around me. She needed my spunk. I could feel it.

“Breed your Mommy!” she howled as I buried to the hilt in her.

“Yes, Mom!” I gasped and erupted.

I dumped my load into her pussy. I flooded her with all the spunk that I had. It was just so good to have that pleasure shooting through me. I grunted, dumping more and more blasts of my cum into her pussy. I savored this moment.

She felt so good spasming around me. Just so amazing to have her milking my cock. It was the best thing I had ever experienced. This was the passion that I craved. The joy that I needed. I spurted the last of my cum into her pussy.

“Mom!” I groaned. “That was so good!”

“Mmm,” she purred as I pulled out of her. I panted, falling back on the bed. She snuggled up against me and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and...

Woke up in bed, my boxers sticky with cum. I groaned, groggy from the best dream ever. I rolled over and as I was drifting back into sleep, I heard sleigh bells rattling and, “Merry Christmas!” echoing through the air.

I thought about receiving Mom as a gift for Christmas as I fell back into sleep.

This time, I didn’t have any awesome dreams.

Santa Claus

I stared down at the house. I sensed there was a good boy here. I cracked the whip. The sleigh bells rang as I threw back my head and bellowed, “Merry Christmas!”

Tara Andrews

I blinked and looked up from my glass of wine. My husband was snoring on the couch as I finished wrapping the last present up. I thought I heard sleigh bells. I frowned as I heard something on the roof. What was that?

“Dennis!” I hissed and shook my husband.

He snorted and came awake for a moment. “What?”

“I thought I heard something on the...” He fell back and was snoring. He had too much of the special eggnog. I sighed in irritation as I watched him snoring away. That was so frustrating. Well, I was done.

I put the last of the gifts beneath the tree when I heard something in the fireplace. I glanced at it. The electric flames were dancing, an illusion. Suddenly, the flames leaped up and a man belched out of them in a red suit trimmed in white, a beard snowy and curly covering his cheeks and descending across his chest. It was several inches long. One of the best beards I had ever seen.

“Ho, ho, ho,” he said, his body shaking with joy. He had rosy cheeks and a glint in his eyes. “There’s a good boy in this house that needs a special gift.”

“I...” I swallowed. I stared at him. This could not be happening. “You’re...”

“Jolly St. Nick,” he said. “And you’re Mrs. Andrews. Yes, yes, your middle child has been a good boy and deserves to have his Christmas dreams come true.”

“Okay,” I said, my heart pounding.

“Now...” He smiled and grabbed the cookie and the milk my youngest daughter left out. My husband liked to eat and drink those, but he was passed out. Santa devoured the cookie in three bites and gulped down the milk. “Good, good, but there’s a better cookie in this house to eat.”

“I...” Swallow, I stood. “I’ll see what I have.”

“No, no,” he said and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me to him. He was so strong. So tall. There was a commanding glint, like iron, in his pale eyes. I shivered as he stroked the fingers of his other hand down my cheek. This fire swept through me. “Yes, yes, I see why he has such unnatural Christmas gifts, but I am here to make all the good boys and girls happy, right?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my heart thundering beneath my breast. My nipples were hard, poking against my silk nightie. The heat washed through my nethers.

“And you’re going to be a good mommy and help me to make sure that Dennis has all his Christmas wishes come true, right?” Santa asked, his voice like iron.

My pussy clenched. “Right!”

He smiled and untied my bathrobe. I shuddered as he did that, my husband snoring right behind me. He then pulled it off my shoulders. I didn’t fight him. I slipped my arms out of the robes, swaying there before him.

“Good, good, you have to be an obedient mommy to make your son’s Christmas wish come true,” Santa said, his hands sliding up my silk nightie to cup my large breast. “Moldable. Biddable. Tractable.”

“Yes, St. Nick,” I whimpered as heat rippled from my breasts and washed down to my nethers. His fingers were so thick. So strong. They kneaded me. I felt dizzy as he massaged them. “I ... I will be.”

“I know you will be,” he said, smiling at me. “Take off the nightie.”

I glanced back at my husband. “I’m married.”

“And?” He cupped my face, his pale eyes boring into mine. “Strip off your nightie and be an obedient mommy-slut.”

Slut? My pussy clenched at that vile word. A dizzying wave washed through me. I blazed so hot as I gripped the hem of my nightie and slipped it off. I was down to my panties. My naked breasts rose and fell with my heartbeat. His hands cupped my tits, squeezing them.

“Yes, yes, what a perfect mommy-slut you’ll make,” he said, his fingers digging into my breasts. “Thank you, St. Nick,” I whimpered, my tits melting in his warm hands. The heat soaked down to my pussy. I must be soaking my bush and panties. I was such a hot mess down there. “I ... I...”

Santa Claus ducked his head down and engulfed my nipple. His beard rasped against my breast as he suckled on my nub. I gasped, my cunt clenching as he did that. My husband snored on oblivious behind us. I trembled, my cunt on fire.

I could not believe this was happening. I swayed there as Santa kept suckling on my nipple. My eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed it so much. Those thick whiskers felt amazing on me. I whimpered at his touch.

At how he suckled on me.

He drove me wild with his nursing lips. If let so good. I just swayed here, so eager to have him do more to me. His lips nibbled on my nub, his whiskers rasping across my tit. I swayed, my wavy, black hair sweeping over my shoulders.

He popped his mouth off my nipple and dropped to his knees. He buried his face into my pussy.

I gasped as his beard and my bush rustled together. His lips found my cunt. What happened to my panties? They were just gone. I whimpered, savoring his tongue licking at me. I trembled as he feasted on me.

“Santa Claus!” I gasped. “St. Nick!”

My three children were sleeping upstairs while my husband snored behind me. I just closed my eyes, savoring the thrill of having Santa eat me out. He devoured my married pussy. He thrust his tongue into my cunt.

“Such a delicious cookie,” he groaned. “Mmm, cookie and cream. Pussy and cream. Just delicious.”

“I’m so happy, Santa!” I whimpered as he tongued me with all that he had. He thrust his tongue into me and swirled around in me. “Oh, oh, oh, that’s so good! Santa!”

He flicked his tongue around in me. I groaned as he did that. It was so good to feel him doing that to me. I shuddered, savoring the way his tongue stroked around in me. It was just a delight. I whimpered as he plunged his tongue into my depths.

Then he licked to my clit. He stroked over my bud. I shuddered, his whiskers rasping in my bush. That was so wild. It felt so good to have him doing that. He flicked around in my cunt. He drove me wild with his licking.

“Oh, oh, Santa!” I gasped, my orgasm building.

“This is a delicious pussy, but the bush has to go,” he growled and suckled on my clit.

I gasped as she did that. My boobs jiggled as he nursed on me. My husband snorted behind me. He muttered something and stumbled to his feet. I watched him walk by half-awake for our bedroom on the first floor. He vanished down the hallway, oblivious to the fact Santa Claus was cuckolding him.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned. “Oh, oh, that tongue ... Oh, that tongue is so good!”

“Yes,” growled Santa Claus.

He suckled down my clit. He nursed on me with such passion. I gasped as he did that. He stroked his tongue around my bud. It was just so good to have him doing that. My heart pounded in my chest as he flicked his tongue over my clit.

He fluttered with such skill on me. I hurtled toward my climax. My head tossed and tits bounced. They jiggled as he tongued me like that. He drove me wild. It was just so good to have him doing that to me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s it. Yes!”

I exploded on Santa Claus’s lips. My pussy spasmed, juices gushing out of my cunt and soaking his beard. I shuddered as he tongued through my folds. He licked it all up as I swayed there. My eyes rolled back in my head.

“Santa,” I whimpered.

He pulled his mouth away and grinned. “Have to get that pussy shaved.”

He lifted me and threw me over his shoulder like a sack. I spotted my panties on the floor. They were in pieces. I had no idea how he did that. He walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom, his hand stroking my rump.

My husband was snoring on the bed. He walked past the bed and into the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter. I blinked. He was naked. Where were his clothes? He just had his cap on and...

A massive cock thrust out from beneath his belly. He wasn’t fat but stout. Strong and muscled beneath, his cock twitching. I shuddered at the sight of it. He then pulled me into the shower. He followed in and pushed me down.

He used my own pink shaving cream and razor to shave my pussy, using the showerhead to soak my bush. I shuddered as he worked quickly. Efficiently. I shuddered as he grinned at me as he worked off my bush.

“Your son deserves to have you being shaved,” he said. “We have to give him the perfect mommy-slut, right?”

“Yes, Santa,” I breathed as he kept shaving my bush off.

I was so wild to watch the black hairs being cut off. Soon, my bare vulva appeared, my pussy lips thick and forming a pink fan thrusting out of my vulva. I was dripping wet. It was more than the water he used to wash it off.