A Kinky Family Christmas
Copyright© 2018 by Severusmax
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - What do you get when you mix an incestuous couple, brother and sister, both of them multimillionaires living in Boston, with a local blueblood, a transwoman, her kinky brother, a French bartender, an Italian cutie, an Assyrian babe, a Jewish American princess, some Indian folks, a disgruntled ex, a Chilean of mixed racial stock, a daughter of two Black Muslims, plenty of booze, a serious bunch of libidoes, and Christmas? You get this story, of course.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged Gay BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing TransGender Humor Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Public Sex
8:11 am EST
Monday, December 24, 2018
Christmas Eve
Boston, Massachusetts
“Hey, honey, wake up, please,” Mom’s soft, loving voice was a very nice wake-up call indeed.
“Mom ... wow ... now ... that’s a nightie! You wore that to bed last night? If so, who fucked you in it?” I teased my sweet mother about her baby doll nightie as I dragged her into bed with me.
“If I tell you, will that make you hornier?” Mom teased me back as she lifted her nightie and showed me the absence of panties in this case, “maybe get you to rise ... to the occasion? I woke you up for a reason, you know, and not just for breakfast.”
“You want some of this, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue out at Mom and then pointed to my exposed cock.
“Yes ... and yes ... of course. Being in a Brazilian prison ... was no picnic, I can tell you that. I paid for my crimes, and then some. And being in my son’s loving arms ... wow ... it just fits, you know,” Mom told me while stroking my dick and touching my face.
“Mom ... I need to pee,” I warned her, but she winked at me and knelt to open her mouth wide.
“Do it. Piss down my throat ... I’ll swallow it all, I promise you!” Mom assured me and I couldn’t stop myself from doing so.
I whizzed down my own mother’s gullet, watching in utter shock as she gulped down every last fucking drop of my piss ... her son’s piss. She rose for a moment, ran to the john, turned on the faucet, and gargled loudly enough for all to hear. Then I heard brushing, of course, knowing that this meant that she brushed her teeth as well. Damn, Mom really thought this through and wanted to do it, anyway!
“I’m back, honey ... I know, I know, I shocked you, didn’t I? I kinda ... picked up the taste for piss while in prison, okay? I explained it to Mallory last night ... and she agreed that if we all agreed, I could be everyone’s ... pee slave. Toilet slave, if you will, but only for number one. Golden showers.
“Don’t worry. I’ll invest in a lot of toothpaste and mouthwash, just to be safe, and I’m less likely to get pregnant at my age. If I do by some chance, I’ll stop during the pregnancy, but for now, especially with lots of pregnant girls likely to need to use the bathroom, you can see the benefits of it, right? I know, I know, it’s an acquired taste, but, for better or worse, I’ve acquired it,” Mom explained to me now.
“Wow, prison really did change you, didn’t it, Mom? I knew that it had to, but I never fully grasped the extent of such changes, you know. Never quite guessed at it, Mom. Oh, fuck me!” I shouted, even as Mom squatted above my dick and planted her pussy right on it.