Christmas Morning
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Maggie and Jack celebrate Christmas in a variety of ways. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Vignettes Illustrated .
Christmas Morning
Oh, Jack, I do love Christmas. But remember that first one? At the B&B. No kids. No one but us.
Yeah, that was ... memorable.
How we danced and danced that morning by the fire.
Yeah, that was...
And I could feel your big cock pressing my belly. So wanton with wantonness.
Oh Gosh, I do.
And you lay me down on the rug. And kissed me so sweet and long.
I remember you had your fingers in my ears.
Like I was making love to your ears.
Is that what it was?
Uh huh, and then you pushed down my nightgown and slithered over me.
I’m a good slitherer.
And sucked my breasts.
I love sucking your breasts.
And you slithered more, good slitherer that you are.
I am!
And you kissed my belly button.
I love kissing your belly button.
And then you slithered even further. And you kissed my pussy.
Ah huh.
You don’t remember kissing my pussy? Maybe because I had your cock in my mouth. Your big hard cock.
Maggie, you’re making me...
And then I rolled you over.
I thought I rolled you over.
We both rolled each other over.
We’re good rollers.
We are. And I mounted you. Your big hard cock in my wanton cunt.
Oh Maggie.
But I’m glad we have kids. And friends.
Still, we should go somewhere.
Just us.
And dance.
And kiss.
And slither.
And roll.
And fuck.
Cookies and Crumbs
“No, no, no, Jack. You’re already had your share. These are mine.”
“Yeah, but you said I could lick up any crumbs, and there aren’t any crumbs.”
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