Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

Coming into December, I knew this Christmas was going to be a hard one. Jill and I had been together for over six years, then she dumped me out of the blue in early November. I'd moved city for her, we spent every holiday together, and we moved in together a year before. All that was over now, with practically no explanation.

But every cloud has its silver lining - at least I'd get to spend Christmas with my family for the first time in over half a decade. I hadn't even seen them in person for over two years!

I texted my sister Bella.

"Hey, don't tell mom but I've just booked a flight in to town for xmas eve. Can you pick me up from the airport?"

"Why don't you want me to tell Mom?"

"Because it's a surprise you idiot. Flight gets in at 4. Can you pick me up?"

"Fine. But not if you call me an idiot again"

"Thanks stupid"

"Fuck you!"

With that settled, I counted down the days until Christmas Eve, watching the weather forecasts with increasing anxiety all the way up to the morning of my flight - it'd be just my luck to have the flight canceled thanks to snow. Mercifully, I woke up and the skies were a crystal clear blue without a hint of a breeze. Things were finally starting to look up.

"Jason! Over here, idiot!" I almost didn't recognize Bella in person. She'd grown her hair and was wearing a full face of makeup - foundation, blush, mascara, the works. She'd always been pretty, with her pixie cut and subtle lipstick, but now she looked stunning. Even with the harsh florescent airport lighting.

"Shit! Sorry Bella!" I caught a scowl from the parents of a young kid for my language, but I didn't care. After we exchanged a quick peck on the cheeks, I pointed to Bella's face. "What's with the war paint?"

She rolled her eyes. "All the girls from high school are having a party at Emma's house tonight. Thought I should at least pretend to look like someone with her life put together."

"Well, it's working. You look great." I looked her up and down, studying her outfit - blazer, matching slacks, white blouse, sensible flats. "Very...professional. Especially for a photographer." I shifted my luggage from one hand to the other.

Bella took the hint. "Yeah, let's go. My party starts at 6 and the traffic's going to be a fucking bitch." She led the way to her car.

Her prediction about the traffic was spot-on. In the hour it took to get home, we quickly ran out of small talk, so the majority of the trip was spent in comfortable silence.

In the moments Bella was concentrating on traffic, I took the chance to really study her. She was two years older than me, but I was always the more "grown up" one. I got the decent office job, she struggled to make it as a photographer. Until November, I was in a long-term relationship, she was never interested in settling down.

But something must've happened over summer, because she was looking so grown up now. I hesitate to use the word "mature" because she still looked younger than me. I looked at her slim body and soft, attractive face and found myself wondering how many guys had kissed those lips, traced their fingers down her neck and explored what was hiding under that blouse, hiding between those legs.

Of course, I yelled at myself for thinking such thoughts. She was my fucking sister, for crying out loud. Maybe it was the prospect of spending Christmas as a single guy, coupled with the unexpected change in my sister's appearance, and my brain and my dick had confused and combined the two. By the time Bella was pulling into our street, I'd managed to will my semi-erection back down to softness.

And just in time, too. Bella rang the doorbell, then started unlocking the front door. By the time she got the door open, Mom was at the doorway with her arms open wide. At least, I thought it was my mom. This woman was skinnier than my mom, and her hair didn't have any of the gray regrowth my mom's hair usually had.

"My baby!" She cheered. Before I could respond, she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight.

I locked eyes with Bella.

"She made me tell. I swear," she grinned guiltily.

I hugged Mom and patted her back. "Hey Mom. Merry Christmas."

She'd deny it, but I thought I saw her wiping a tear from her cheek. "Welcome home, Jason. Now, come in, both of you. You're letting all the heat out."

"Wish I could, but I've gotta hit the road," Bella said. "Last thing I need is for the girls to revive 'Belated Bella'." She kissed Mom on the corner of her mouth, then pecked my cheek. "You two behave!" She grinned and shut the door. In moments, her car was reversing out of the driveway.

"The house looks great, Mom." I gestured to the insane amount of Christmas decorations around the place. Tinsel, candles, the tree, more red-and-green than you should shake a candy cane at. Outside, multicolored lights twinkled in through the curtains. "You've gone all out this year."

"Well, when Bella said you were coming home for the holiday, I knew we had to make it extra special for you. I know how much you loved Christmas as a boy."

"Thanks, Mom. That's so nice." I set my bags down. "And you look really good, too, Mom." I gestured to her slim figure. The chubby, jolly Mom I knew was replaced with a slim-but-curvy woman with a spring in her step. "Did you do this for a guy? I hope you aren't going to spring some new boyfriend on me or something."

She laughed, maybe a little surprised at my boldness. "No, sweetie, I did this for me. I got on a bit of a health kick in spring. And definitely no boyfriends, I can assure you." She smiled, but she quickly got a little uncomfortable with the attention I was paying to her figure. "Listen, dinner's about 20 minutes away. Why don't you take your bags to your room, freshen up a bit?"

I took the hint, leaving Mom to return to the kitchen while I went upstairs to my room. The room looked the same, but once again I was struck by the realization that every time I come back here, so many things have changed. I bathed in my melancholy for a minute, then dug my gifts out from my luggage. I brought them downstairs and placed them under the tree.

I helped Mom out in the kitchen, setting our places and getting us a glass of water each. Once again I found myself admiring her. Not her figure this time - I was admiring how she'd managed to raise two fairly well-adjusted kids all by herself in a city where she didn't have any family to support her. My dad left when I was a baby, and Bella doesn't have fond memories of him, so maybe it was for the best.

But before long, I cursed myself because I was back to admiring Mom's body again. She was wearing a sweatsuit from one of those expensive exercise brands, and somehow the fabric was hugging all the right places. She was busty, and her ass had a definite shape to it that didn't exist last time I saw her. Fuck, there had to have been something wrong with me. First Bella, now Mom? Why couldn't I stop checking them out?

I tried to tell myself I was just noticing the changes after being away for so long, but couldn't even convince myself of that. Luckily, Mom snapped me out of my trance with a cheerful "Dinner's ready!"

I looked at the plate - homemade pizza. My favorite. "Thanks, Mom, it looks amazing." I dug into the pizza, which pushed all inappropriate thoughts out of my mind.

"Any plans for tonight, sweetheart?" Mom asked between slices.

"Nah, I figured Christmas Eve and Christmas Day should be all about family. Friends can wait till after."

"Oh, that's nice. Pity your sister won't be getting home until quite late. It'd be nice to have some quality time as a family."

"We can still hang out and chat, though," I offered. "And don't think I missed the smell of mulled wine as soon as I stepped in."

"Okay, it's a date. One-on-one time with my baby boy on Christmas Eve. How lucky I am!" She grinned.

After I cleared the plates, we migrated to the lounge room with a glass of wine each. It started off normal enough, just asking questions about work, friends, plans, the usual. At some point, Mom flicked on the TV to "It's A Wonderful Life" and we half-watched it in the background.

"I really am sorry about you and Jill," Mom announced out of nowhere.

"Oh. Yeah. Me too." I gulped my wine, trying to keep a poker face.

"But...no offence, Jason, I'm mostly kind of relieved."

I frowned. "What? Why?"

She sighed. "It's really none of my business, but she always seemed so...controlling. Every holiday had to be spent with her, and so we never saw you. And besides, you look a bit more relaxed this time."

It was all true, but I was still surprised Mom was being as blunt as she was. "I...Yeah. She never really fit in here, did she?"

"It felt to me like she thought she was better than us. If you don't mind me saying so."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But.." I finished my glass. "Is it okay if we stop talking about it? I came here to get away from thinking about all that."

"Oh, of course, darling. I'm sorry." She finished her wine, then picked up my glass. "Another?"

I nodded. "Please."

When she was out of the room, I thought bitterly about asking about her love life - see how she likes it. But no, that would hardly be in keeping with the spirit of the holidays. But I did want to ask something that had been on my mind for a while.

Mom had filled the glasses with more than last time, but I didn't mind. It's the holidays, after all. "Promise me you won't bring this up to Bella, but..."

She raised her eyebrows. "Mmm?"

"Don't you think it's about time she try moving out? I know it's way too damn hard to actually buy anything, but surely there's rentals at prices she can afford."

Mom can be too kind sometimes. "I know what you're saying, but I really don't mind. It's nice having her so close. She helps me from feeling too lonely in this big old house." She gestured around the place. "As far as I'm concerned, she can live here as long as she wants, if that's what she wants."

"You can be too kind sometimes. I bet most of my friends' parents would not feel the same way."

Mom was halfway through her second glass. "Yeah, but a lot of them are assholes anyway."

I laughed hard. I'd forgotten how fun Mom could be when she was tipsy. "You aren't wrong, Mom." I grinned.

She smiled warmly back at me, then looked over at the TV. "Oh, this is my favorite part. Can I...?" She didn't finish the question. Mom switched from her chair and sat down beside me on the sofa. Jimmy Stewart was about to give his speech about throwing a lasso around the moon.

Her leg resting softly against mine, she leaned forward towards the TV and swooned. "Oh, isn't that just so romantic?"

It was rhetorical, so I stayed quiet and let her enjoy the moment.

She leaned against me ever so slightly. "Sorry, look at your old Mom embarrassing herself again. But it's so good having you home this year, Jason."

I rubbed her back briefly. "It's good to be back, Mom." I paused, uncertain whether to go on. "And hey, you're not old. You look better than you have in years, really."

She kissed me on the cheek. "You're sweet to say so, darling."

We watched the movie in comfortable silence after that, not quite cuddling up to each other on the sofa. At some point I suggested a third glass, and Mom agreed. When I returned with the refills, I rejoined Mom on the couch, settling into the same position as before.

When the movie was over, we both agreed it was probably time for bed. "You wouldn't want Santa to catch you still awake when he comes down the chimney," Mom joked.

I took the glasses to the kitchen and rinsed them in the sink. We'd had a bit more than either of us intended, but we were still feeling good. I stepped back into the lounge room, where Mom was still on the couch.

"Hey," she said and held an index finger up, pointing at the ceiling.

I didn't know whether she meant "stop" or "look up", so I did both.

Above my head, in the top of the doorway, was a mistletoe decoration hanging down. "Has that always been there?"

Mom ignored the question and got up from the couch. She crossed the room and stood before me.

I smiled the smile of someone on the receiving end of a practical joke - Haha, yes, okay, you got me. But Mom smiled a different kind of smile.

"Come on, it's tradition," she reasoned.

"Fine, just a quick one."

I leaned down towards Mom, who had already turned her head away so I could kiss her cheek. It was all going to be very chaste and completely normal. I leaned in further, lips almost touching her cheek. Then she turned towards me and something happened.

My lips met hers. Her lips met mine. They stayed there. Mine stayed there. We stayed there, mother and son kissing, for far too long. Just standing in the doorway, lips pressed against lips, breathing in each other's breath. She stepped closer, then I stepped closer. Our hands soon found each other's torso. We embraced. Our eyes closed. Body pressed into body. Our lips parted tentatively. Breathing deepened and quickened. Hearts pounded rapidly.

She ran her fingers through my hair. I rested my hands against the small of her back. I felt her tongue flick my lips. She heard me moan. I felt myself stiffening and pressed my crotch into her stomach.

She slid her tongue confidently into my mouth. I slipped a hand into her waistband and felt her soft cotton panties covering her shapely ass. She started undoing with my belt.

Outside, a car beeped its horn and left a neighbor's house. We both opened our eyes, snapped out of the inexplicable lustful embrace. I pulled my hand from the back of Mom's sweatpants and she let go of my belt, which she'd managed to unbuckle. We both stepped back.

A little breathless and very flushed in the face, I muttered, "I'm sorry, mom, I don't know what happened..."

Mom shook her head. "Me either. But..."

"But...you don't want to stop?" Hot, sticky goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

Mom shook her head.

"Me either," I confessed.

"Then...?" Mom stepped towards me, eyes twinkling with trepidation and desire.

I stepped forward and kissed my mother deeply on her open mouth. She embraced me again, pressing herself into my throbbing erection. I couldn't believe I wanted my Mom in this way. And even weirder, that she wanted me in the same way. Weren't there genetic things to stop these sorts of feelings from happening?

I decided I didn't care. Mom looked and smelled incredible, and she was a fantastic kisser. She sucked my bottom lip and moved one of my hands to her ass again. I squeezed enthusiastically, feeling her springy flesh surrendering to my groping fingers.

She kissed my neck and, as she sucked my earlobe, she whispered, "I missed you, Jason."

"I missed you, Mom," I replied, kissing her neck and pulling at the waistband of her sweatpants.

She grabbed my wrists and shook her head. " Mm-mm. Not here. Upstairs."

I understood. She kept hold of one of my wrists and guided me upstairs, down the hallway and into her bedroom, flicking on the light. I shut the door behind me. Was this really happening?

Mom lunged at my fly. I was harder than I'd been in a year. My dick looked like a mountain in my pants. Mom pulled my pants down and lifted my shirt over my head. I ripped my shoes and socks off and lifted Mom's sweater up with her shirt trapped inside. She kicked off her slippers pulled her sweatpants down, and now we were staring at each other in our underwear. Mom could see my bulging erection in my boxers, with a growing precum wet patch at the tip.

I looked at Mom's body, admiring her curves and her soft looking skin. Her pink bra fit nicely over her gorgeous C cup breasts. Her hard nipples poked against the satin fabric. I shifted my gaze down to her smooth belly, over her faint cesarean scar, and down to her pink cotton panties. Her bikini line was trimmed so no hairs escaped the boundaries. A tiny patch of dampness had begun to form low down.

It still wasn't too late to back out if either of us wanted to. It would be awkward, but we'd get over it.

Instead, Mom reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her large, perky breasts. I stepped forward and slid her panties down her legs. She pulled the waistband of my boxers out, then slid them down my legs and let them fall to the floor.

"Oh, Jason," she whispered and grabbed my cock.

"Mom..." I replied and placed my trembling hands on her tits, squeezing gently.

We kissed again, with Mom stroking my shaft as I played with her tits. She stepped towards the bed and I followed, throbbing in her warm hand. There was a sense of urgency, like we both wanted this before reality caught up with us again.

She lay on the bed and I climbed on top of her. She spread her legs and I positioned myself between them, looking at her neat pubic hair. Some glistened with her moisture.

Mom reached up and guided me into her.

I groaned, watching my 7-and-a-half inches disappear inside my mother's moist pussy. She felt so good, so right. Penetrating her was the most natural feeling in the world.

She released my cock and put her hands on my shoulders. I started to thrust in and out of Mom's warm, wet, welcoming womb.

"Oh, oh honey," she moaned softly. Her eyes were locked on mine.

"Mmmm, oh Mom," I moaned in response, quickening my pace, watching her tits beginning to bounce.

"Welcome home, Jason," Mom smiled with eyes that sparkled with the beginnings of tears. She thrust her hips, rocking in time with me.

I grabbed Mom's breasts with both hands and squeezed them firmly. "Merry Christmas, Mom."

"Fuck me, my baby. Fuck me," she moaned as she bounced beneath me.

I fucked her harder and faster. "You feel so fucking good, Mom," I grunted. I pounded my dick into her pussy over and over again. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in her bedroom.

I'd only been inside Mom's pussy for two minutes, but I was already feeling close. "Mom, I'm gonna-"

She grinned at me. "That's okay, baby. You cum for Mommy." She bit her bottom lip seductively and moaned her encouragement. I felt her pussy squeezing my cock tightly. "You cum for me, sweetie."

I couldn't hold back any longer. "Mom...!" I cried and thrust deep inside her, held there and felt my dick explode inside her. I twitched and spasmed, pumping a massive load of cum into my mother. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god, Mom," I panted.

"Mmmm, I know, son. I know." She pulled me down to her and kissed me again. Softly, lovingly. Like a lover. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me inside her.

I kissed her back, releasing her tits and running my fingers through her hair with one hand and supporting my weight with the other. I gazed into her eyes. The whole situation was so surreal - this was my mother, and we were locked in a lover's embrace after brief, intense lovemaking, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. My sperm was swimming around in the same vagina that had housed my sister and me.

Oh fuck, there was no way she could get pregnant from this, was there?

Mom must have seen the alarm in my eyes. She shushed me. "Don't worry, sweetie. I know what you're thinking. I know what I'm doing. It's all okay." She kissed me again, and I relaxed into the kiss, opening my mouth and gently licking her lips with my own.

It was unbelievable just how fine Mom was with the whole thing. I mean, 10 minutes ago we'd still been downstairs watching the movie. And here we were now, she's reassuring her son that she won't get pregnant with his incest baby. Who knew where this side of her had come from? There was no way she'd...planned this, right? No. No way. I dismissed the thought as quickly as it arrived and continued making out with my beautiful, naked mother.

Mom moaned into my mouth and squeezed my ass. My dick had started to soften, but now it twitched with life again. I'd never been able to get hard again so quickly after cumming, but at the start of a new relationship - especially after one that lasted a while - you find a hunger that you no longer thought possible. 

I felt myself growing inside Mom's pussy, getting harder and harder again, and she felt it too. She started rocking her hips, gently fucking my cock erect.

"Good boy," she whispered in my ear. "Good boy, Jason."

"Tell me how you want it, Mom," I asked as we started to fuck again. I propped myself up, watching her tits jiggle.

"Me on top," she replied.

We shifted, rolling over and swapping positions without my dick ever leaving her hungry pussy. I lay beneath my mother, admiring her smooth belly, big tits and beautiful face. Her smile was radiant and her eyes sparkled with love. She propped herself up with her hands on my chest and started rocking her hips back and forth.

I held one breast and slipped my other hand into Mom's pubes. I quickly found her clit and started rubbing it with my thumb, using the pace of her thrusts as a guide for speed.

"Mmmm, good boy, baby. Such a good son," Mom cooed. "Just like that."

I nodded, concentrating on pleasuring Mom while still trying to enjoy the view. She felt so good and looked even better. Her long dark hair fell in strands over her face and her breasts. Her pink nipples were hard and begging to be sucked on. Her moans of pleasure filled my ears.

She increased her speed, and I increased my rubbing to match. I was determined - no, desperate - to make her cum. I wanted Mom to feel good, to feel loved. I wanted to make up for years of Jill-induced neglect. I watched Mom's cheeks flush red, and it soon spread down her neck to her chest. Her breathing got more shallow and urgent. I felt her pussy clenching my dick tighter and tighter.

"I love you, Mom. I love you so much!"

"I love you, Jason! Oooh, oooh, baby!" Mom cried. "Fuck me! Oooh you're gonna make me cum!"

She came hard, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. I told her I loved her again and started thrusting my cock up and down, driving my previous load deeper and deeper inside her. She was so fucking tight when she came. Her squeals drove me wild. We looked at each other with manic lust and love, mother and son fucking wildly on a cold Christmas Eve.

"Fuck me, Mom," I cried. "Fuck me!"

She leaned down and kissed me, a curtain of her hair blocking out the whole world except her face and mine. "Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me, fuck Mommy!"

I grabbed her ass with both hands and dug my fingers into her soft, shapely flesh. "I love you so much, Mom. You look so fucking good riding my cock." My jaw clenched, driving my cock upwards, deep into her maternal pussy.

"That big, hard cock. So much cum. Feels so good inside Mom's pussy."

I started rubbing Mom's clit with my thumb again while we fucked. The sound of the bed's creaking was drowned out by the wet smacks of our bodies colliding. Mom bounced up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing like mad.

"That's it, baby. Make Mom cum again. Good boy."

"Cum for me, Mommy. Cum for your boy."

"Fuck, that's it, Jason. Oh baby!" Mom's face flushed again. She stared through me with wide, unfocused eyes. Mom was lost in the pleasure we were giving each other. She came harder this time, squealing and convulsing and squeezing my cock until I was almost pushed out of her.

After that, my time was limited. "Gonna cum again, Mom."

"Give it to me, baby. Give Mom all your cum. I need your cum. Fill me up, fill me up," she chanted. And how could I resist after that?

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" I groaned loudly as my dick pulsed and throbbed and finally erupted. For the second time, I emptied my balls into my Mom's still-fertile vagina, coating her insides with my incestuous seed.

"Good boy, Jason. Good boy, give it all to Mom. Oh fuck, oh honey, I love you," Mom continued until I'd finished.

"Love you, Mom," I whispered breathlessly and released her ass cheeks from my clenched fingers.

She collapsed onto the bed beside me, also catching her breath. Cum spilled onto the bedspread when she climbed off my dick. "My darling son." She caressed my cheek.

"My beautiful Mommy."

"Merry Christmas, Jason."

"Merry Christmas, Mom." We lay there together in silence for a few minutes, then I asked: "Can we go under the covers?"

"Of course, sweetie." Mom and I climbed off the bed and threw back the covers, then climbed in together. We embraced, staring into each other's eyes as our hands gently caressed each other's back and side.

There would be time to talk about the reality of what the last 15 minutes would mean for our family in the future, but for now we were just wanting to enjoy this new aspect of our relationship before we destroyed it by acknowledging it.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Jason?"

"I just can't believe I never realized how beautiful you were until tonight."

She smiled at me. "Better late than never, I suppose. I always knew you were a beautiful, handsome boy. But not...in this way. Until tonight."

"It's a Christmas miracle!" I laughed, and Mom giggled.

"Can you promise me one thing, though, honey?" Mom asked, suddenly serious.

"What's that, Mom?"

"You have to be in your own room before Bella comes home. Just don't ask me what time that'll be."

"Oh, shit yes. No problem."

She looked at the bedside clock. "But I'd wager we've still got a little time up our sleeve..." Mom grinned suggestively.

"It'd be foolish not to make the most of it," I agreed with the same smile.

Mom's hand crept over my hip and quickly found my soft cock. She gripped it gently and started stroking. I felt a change happening pretty quickly. "My, my! Someone's got fuel to burn," she teased.

"I think it's Mom's Magic Touch. I've never been able to get hard so soon after cumming. And never a third time."

"Well, now I feel extra special indeed." Mom grinned earnestly. "Maybe I should do something extra special for my boy to say thanks?"

She disappeared under the covers, and within seconds, I felt my mother's wet tongue running in circles around my fully-hard cockhead.

"Oh, fuck." I flicked the covers off so I could watch my Mom sucking my dick. Like hell I was going to miss the sight of that. I rolled onto my back.

She ran her fingers softly through my unkempt pubic hair, licking my purple head. We locked eyes, then she took it into her mouth. I'm thick, but she managed to fit it into her mouth without issue. She sealed her lips around the base of my head and continued licking me in circles.

She slid her mouth up and down my shaft, head slowly bobbing up and down, never breaking eye contact. I started thrusting my hips in time with her movements, moaning softly. I put a hand on the back of her head and enjoyed the show.

Mom continued to blow me for a few more minutes before she slowed to a stop. She opened her mouth and removed my cock. Thick lines of drool mixed with precum stretched from her lips to my cockhead.

She climbed back up the bed and lay beside me on her back. I climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply. I didn't even care that I could taste my own dick on her mouth. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it, then she pushed her tongue into my mouth and I returned the favor, sucking Mom's tongue and swallowing our mixed saliva.

I kissed my way down her neck and shuffled down the bed, kissing my way to her tits. I sucked her nipples hungrily, massaging both breasts in my hands. Bella and I were both formula fed, so this was my first time with Mom's boobs in my mouth. I sucked hard, running my tongue in circles around her hard pink nipples. She stroked my head lovingly as she watched me enjoying her breasts.

When I decided to move on, I kept my hands on Mom's tits, massaging them and pinching her nipples lightly. I made a beeline for her pussy. She spread her legs wide and I took a moment to stare at it - my mother's vagina. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair, thick and curly and dark. Her lips were wet and plump, a darker shade than her usual skin tone. Her opening was oozing my thick white cum, spilling down towards her asshole. Her womanly scent was strong and intoxicating.

I dove in, burying my face in her forest of hair. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and found her clit immediately. I tasted her salty tangy juices and started flicking my tongue from side to side over her pleasure bean. I could taste traces of my own cum mixed with Mom's juices, which added a whole new layer of sexy nastiness to the scene.

Mom responded by grinding her hips in my face and moaning. She grabbed a fist of my hair and held me in place.

I licked and flicked Mom's clit, moaning quietly. My cock throbbed hard at the sight, smell and sounds of Mom having her pussy eaten out. Guided by her movements and her breathing, I sped up, licking her faster and faster. Squeezing her breasts vigorously.

Mom threw her head back and arched her back. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, just like that, baby. Just like that," she commanded. Her breathing grew more erratic and her body stiffened. "Make me cum, eat my pussy. Make Mommy cum, make your Mom cum!"

Licking as hard and fast as I could. Panting breathlessly into her vagina. Eager to make her cum, desperate to taste her cum. Finally, my efforts were rewarded. She squealed and spasmed and fresh juices flowed from her opening. She came in my mouth and I swallowed the salty mixture of her cum and mine. I licked her clit until the orgasm faded, then softly licked and sucked at her lips and her vagina.

"Oh my darling boy," Mom sighed when she'd caught her breath. "Oh my wonderful son." She placed her hands on my wet cheeks and pulled my face up towards her.

I scrambled up the bed until we were face to face again, my arms either side of her. We kissed slowly, passionately, deeply, and I entered her again. She wrapped her legs around me.

We moved together in long, slow thrusts. Gently sliding my cock in and out of her. Kissing tenderly with open mouths, breathing steadily. Making love with my mother on Christmas Eve. Her hands were still on my cheeks, caressing me.

Feeling every inch of my manhood sliding in and out of my mother's tight, loving womanhood. Mother and son, united in love for the holidays. Moving together as one.

We remained that way for ages, never breaking the kiss for longer than half a second. Gradually increasing the pace as I slowly built toward climax. Breathing faster, grunting slightly, feeling the pressure building inside my cock again.

For the third time that night, I finished inside my Mom. Hot, sticky ropes of cum shot into her, filling her womb again. She moaned happily at the feeling of my cock unloading my sperm into her.

I collapsed onto her, completely spent. Mom held me, stroking my hair like she did when I was a baby. Eventually I climbed off her poor squashed body and lay beside her. We snuggled in towards each other and immediately fell into a deep, contented sleep.

"Shit. Wake up. Your sister's home."

Harsh morning light streamed in through the window. I felt sticky, and I was naked. I blinked a few times, suddenly remembering where I was and what had happened last night.

Mom's voice was quiet and panicked, but firm. "You need to leave. Now." She was sitting up in bed, her top half completely uncovered. Her tits looked irresistible.

My sleepy mind was trying to form a question asking why Bella would come to Mom's room before anywhere else, but it was too late.

The door opened. Bella saw Mom, sitting up in bed with her breasts exposed. And me laying beside her, my morning erection making a tent in the sheets.

"Mom? What the fuck!" Bella went red with shock, anger and disgust. "You said we'd wait until Christmas morning to open our gift!"

Now she was smiling. Bella crossed the room and threw her blazer to the floor. She leaned over the bed and kissed Mom deeply on the mouth. They both opened their lips and moaned quietly. Mom started unbuttoning Bella's blouse with an incredible familiarity, then worked on her pants.

Meanwhile I just lay there and stared with my mouth agape. I couldn't believe my eyes. Last night was weird enough, but this? There's no fucking way I could be this lucky.

Bella, down to her white bra and panties, climbed into bed beside Mom.

"Wait...you two...?" I asked, stupidly.

Mom nodded.

Bella: "Uh-huh."

That was all the explanation I was going to get. The next instant, Bella leaned over Mom and kissed me on the mouth. I looked up at Mom, who nodded - yes, this is okay.

Now that I had Mom's permission, I gave in to my sister's kiss, parting my lips slightly. I reached up and squeezed her tits through her bra. Mom helped by unhooking Bella's bra and tossed it aside. Bella's tits are identical to Mom's. Perky C cups with delicious pink nipples. I massaged my sister's breasts, then she reached down and started stroking my hard dick.

Mom and Bella swapped spots on the bed so Bella could be next to me. I slipped my hand into Bella's skimpy white panties, brushing my fingers through her curly pubic hair. She was already aroused and my fingers glided in her wetness. I moistened my middle and ring fingers, then slid them inside her tight pussy. I started fingering her while the palm of my hand rubbed her clit.

She moaned in my mouth and jerked my dick faster. We took turns sucking on each other's tongues. Mom looked on with approval, rubbing herself at the sight of her children playing mutual masturbation.

It didn't take long before Bella started getting close to orgasm. My fingers made wet sounds as I quickly slid them in and out of my sister. I felt her pussy tightening around my fingers. She breathed rapidly and her face and chest flushed red. "Ghhh, fuuuuck!" She squealed as I made her cum. She shivered and moaned and made the same sexy face that Mom did.

When the orgasm faded, she pulled my fingers from her pussy and removed her panties. She straddled my naked body and guided my cock into her pussy.

I was suddenly struck with a childhood memory - Bella wrapping my arms and legs around her torso and giving me a piggyback ride around the backyard. And now, it was my turn to give her a ride.

She started bouncing up and down on my hard cock, and I thrust it upwards into her. Mom had finished cumming and knelt beside Bella, kissing her and shoving her tongue into her daughter's mouth. She rubbed and squeezed Bella's tits with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other.

I enjoyed the show they were giving me, but I enjoyed it even more when Mom stopped kissing Bella and started making out with me instead. I sucked her tongue hungrily, squeezing Mom's tits in time with my thrusts into my sister.

"His cock feels so good, Mom," Bella moaned. "So nice and thick."

Mom looked up at Bella. "Would you like to taste his cum, sweetie? I think I might still have some from last night," she grinned.

Bella immediately climbed off my cock and lay on her back beside me. Mom climbed above her face and lowered her pussy onto Bella's mouth, facing me. I repositioned myself between Bella's legs and resumed fucking my sister while she ate my cum out of our Mom's pussy.

Mom and I locked eyes with Bella beneath us. We both leaned forward and started making out while I fucked Bella and Mom rode her face. It didn't take Mom long to cum, writhing and grinding on Bella's face while Bella drank her juices combined with my cum.

Mom climbed off Bella's face and I leaned down to kiss my sister, tasting the sinful combination of my cum, Mom's pussy, and Bella's saliva. Bella reached out and started fingering Mom the same way I'd fingered her just before.

"That's it, baby. Fuck your big sister," Mom moaned into my ear. "Fuck your baby brother, Bella. Make it a Christmas he'll never forget." She was already about to cum again, thanks to Bella's experienced fingers.

The sound of Mom cumming, the sight of Bella bouncing beneath me, the feeling of her tight pussy. You can forgive me for not lasting any longer. I was ready to burst. My balls retracted up and my cock erupted inside my sister. She grinned up at me as she felt my cock twitching, filling her womb with my warm, fertile seed.

I withdrew and collapsed on the bed next to my sister. Within seconds, Mom was between my legs, licking me clean, moaning with pleasure at the taste of my cum mixed with Bella's pussy.

When she finished licking up all the juices from my dick, Mom shifted over to Bella, burying her face between her daughter's legs. She slid her tongue into Bella's opening and lapped up my cum which was now oozing out of Bella. Mom swallowed it in big noisy gulps, then started licking Bella's clit.

I couldn't decide who to look at, so I kept switching between the two like I was watching tennis. Bella stared down at Mom, moaning steadily. She clutched her right tit in her hand. Mom gazed up at Bella from between her legs, breathing hard, her nose buried in Bella's pubic hair.

Bella looked over at me. "Don't just lay there, jackass - suck my nipples," she commanded with a smile.

I happily obliged. I shuffled down the bed a little and immediately put my tongue to work on my sister's big left breast. Licking round and round the pale pink areola, then onto the nipple itself. I ran a few laps around it, then opened my mouth and started sucking.

"Oooh, fuck yes," she moaned. She started grinding her hips in Mom's face.

Between my tit sucking and Mom's clit licking, it didn't take long before Bella was about to cum again. I sucked harder and Mom licked faster. Bella's face was turning red and her eyes widened, looking glassy.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes!" Bella cried before the waves of ecstasy washed over her. She arched her back and curled her toes. Mom moaned happily as she felt Bella's juices flowing into her mouth.

Bella's rigid body relaxed, a dopey smile spreading across her face. Mom climbed up and kissed her, her lips and cheeks still glistening with Bella's juice. Bella kissed Mom back, sucking her bottom lip and eagerly tasting her own juices on our Mom's lips.

Then Mom turned to me and we kissed, a hint of Bella's taste still in Mom's mouth. She licked my lips and I sucked her probing tongue.

Picking up on the pattern, I turned towards Bella. She smiled and kissed me. I slid my tongue into her wide open mouth and she met it with her own. We played with each other's tongues like horny teenagers.

When her children had finished making out, Mom lay down beside Bella, grinning. It looked like things were drawing to a close for the moment, but I wasn't done yet.

I gave Bella a glance that said "follow my lead" and slid down toward the end of the bed. I climbed over Bella's legs and in between Mom's, then motioned for Bella to join me.

"Jason? What are you doing, baby?" Mom looked confused. She thought we had finished.

Unlike Mom, Bella immediately understood and within seconds, we were both between Mom's legs. Bella started first. She angled her head to the side and started licking Mom's clit. I joined her, angling my head the other way, both of us now licking Mom's clit. And if our tongues met in the middle sometimes? All the better.

We both stared up at our mother while we simultaneously ate her pussy. She looked down at her two children, performing oral sex on her on Christmas morning. "Oh, my darlings," she moaned. "My precious babies." Her hips started moving, grinding against our busy tongues.

Bella and I worked so well together, and it didn't take long to build up a steady rhythm. When she went up, I went down, tongues meeting in the middle with Mom's sensitive clit sandwiched between us.

"Oh kids, oh babies, oh darlings," Mom gasped as we worked her closer and closer towards orgasm. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, make your Mommy cum!"

It hit her hard. Her whole body shook violently and she screamed at the ceiling. Her juices flowed constantly, straight into our mouths. Still we kept licking. Driving her insane with pleasure. Her whole upper body burned red. She clenched her fists and squeezed the bed. She was breathless and her body was stiff as a board. Still we kept licking, but we started to slow down.

It took a while for the effects of the orgasm to wear off. By that point, Bella and I had climbed back up and were laying beside Mom again, stroking her body and running our fingers through her hair.

"Fuck!" She chuckled. "Oh my fucking god. Jesus, kids."

"Love you, Mom," Bella replied.

"And merry Christmas," I added.

"I love you both, too. So much."

"And I love you, Bella." I couldn't remember the last time I'd told her that.

"I love you too, Jason," she said warmly. "Merry Christmas, and welcome home. I guess things have changed a little since you were here last."

"Umm, one or two things, I guess, yeah. So how long have you two...? And how did that even start?"

"Covid," Mom said, as though that explained everything.

"Mom and I..." Bella began. "Well, it's kind of an open relationship, I guess. We're still free to date other people and everything, but..."

"But nothing beats family," Mom finished. "So that's why we were so happy when you said you were coming home for Christmas. Especially after the last couple months, with your..." she waved the rest of the sentence away. Now was not the time to mention the break-up.

The reality was starting to dawn on me. "So you both planned this? Just for me?"

Bella answered. "Well...yes and no. We were meant to, uh, surprise you on Christmas morning. And it wasn't 'just for you' - it was for us, too. Our whole family." She rubbed her stomach. The significance didn't dawn on me until much later.

"Yes, I'm sorry Bella, but...I don't know, last night, it all felt so right in the moment. I just couldn't wait for morning." Mom looked so guilty.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't do the mistletoe thing," Bella cringed.

Mom nodded smugly.

"Jesus, Mom! Talk about cliched." She shook her head.

"Cliche or not, it worked, didn't it?"

"Oh, it worked all right," I agreed. I was already mentally working out the logistics of moving back home as soon as possible. "But...fuck," I sighed. "There's no way the gifts I got either of you are gonna compete with this."

"There'll be time for your disappointing gifts later, honey," Mom teased. "For now, let's just be grateful and remember the true meaning of the holiday."

"What's that, Mom?" Bella asked.

Mom hugged her naked family. "Christmas brings families together."