December 25, 2025 – Christmas Morning
Ethan stirred slowly, the familiar warmth pulling him from sleep. A wet, rhythmic heat enveloped his cock—soft lips sliding down his shaft, a tongue swirling lazily around the head. He groaned, eyes fluttering open to the soft glow of morning light filtering through his bedroom curtains. There, kneeling between his legs under the comforter, was his mother, Elena.
She was dressed—or barely dressed—in a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit: a red velvet corset that pushed her full breasts up and together, white fur trim barely covering her nipples, a matching micro-skirt that rode high on her hips, and thigh-high red stockings with little bells that jingled faintly with every bob of her head. A Santa hat perched jauntily on her auburn hair. She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes sparkling with holiday mischief, and hummed around his length, the vibration sending sparks up his spine.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” she murmured, pulling off just long enough to speak, her hand stroking him slickly. Saliva glistened on her lips and his shaft. She dove back down, taking him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with slow, deliberate pulls. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind.
Ethan’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Fuck, Mom… best wake-up ever.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she worked him expertly—long, deep strokes that had him throbbing in minutes. She sensed his building release, popping off with a wet smack and climbing up his body, corset gaping to free one breast. She rubbed her slick pussy along his cock, coating him in her arousal, but didn’t let him inside yet.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” she whispered, nipping his ear. “Santa has more presents downstairs.”
She tugged him out of bed, his erection bobbing hard and untouched. Elena led him by the hand down the stairs, bells on her stockings tinkling, ass swaying under the tiny skirt. The living room was magical: tree lights twinkling, fire crackling low, stockings hung on the mantel. Under the tree sat one enormous box wrapped in shiny red paper with a massive gold bow.
Elena pushed him toward it playfully. “Open your big gift first.”
Ethan knelt, tearing the paper. The box lid lifted to reveal Lily inside—completely naked except for strategically placed satin ribbons. Wide red ribbons crisscrossed her body like a present: one loop around her breasts, barely covering her nipples; another wrapped low on her hips, dipping between her thighs to frame her smooth pussy; thinner strands tied around her wrists and ankles, ending in cute bows. She knelt in the box, knees apart, cheeks flushed, a playful smile on her lips.
“Merry Christmas, big bro,” she said huskily. “I’m your present. Unwrap me.”
Beside her in the box lay an array of new toys: a sleek vibrating wand, silky restraints, a set of jeweled plugs in graduating sizes, nipple clamps with delicate chains, a bottle of warming lube, and a curved silicone dildo.
Elena leaned close to Ethan’s ear, her hand wrapping around his aching cock to stroke slowly. “Those are for both of us, baby. Use them on your sister… or on Mommy. Whatever you want.”
Ethan’s breath caught. He reached in, fingers tracing the ribbon over Lily’s breasts. He tugged gently; the bow unraveled, ribbon falling away to expose her perky nipples, already hard. Lily shivered as he leaned in, sucking one into his mouth—tongue flicking, teeth grazing lightly—while his hand slid lower, parting the ribbon between her legs. She was soaked, folds slick and swollen.
He pushed her gently onto her back in the now-empty box, ribbons still adorning her like erotic wrapping. Elena knelt beside them, corset fully open now, breasts spilling free. She handed Ethan the warming lube, eyes dark with lust.
“Start slow,” she encouraged.
Ethan drizzled lube over Lily’s pussy, watching it glisten as he rubbed it in—fingers circling her clit, then sliding inside her tight heat. Lily moaned, hips lifting. He picked up the vibrating wand, turning it to a low hum, and pressed it against her clit while two fingers curled deep, stroking her G-spot in firm come-hither motions.
“Oh fuck… Ethan…” Lily’s back arched, ribbons shifting with her writhing. Elena leaned down, capturing Lily’s mouth in a deep kiss to muffle her cries, one hand pinching her exposed nipple.
Within minutes, Lily came hard, pussy clenching around Ethan’s fingers, juices soaking his hand as the wand buzzed relentlessly. He didn’t stop, easing her through it until she begged breathlessly.
Ethan moved up her body, guiding his cock to her entrance. One smooth thrust buried him fully; Lily gasped into Elena’s mouth. He fucked her slow and deep—long strokes that pulled almost out before slamming back in, the box creaking beneath them. Elena straddled Lily’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto her daughter’s eager tongue. Lily licked hungrily, hands gripping Elena’s thighs as Ethan pounded steadily.
The rhythm built: Ethan’s hips snapping, balls slapping against Lily’s ass; Elena grinding on Lily’s mouth, breasts bouncing with each roll; Lily’s muffled moans vibrating against her mother’s clit. Elena came first—shuddering, flooding Lily’s mouth—then leaned forward to kiss Ethan deeply, tasting herself on his tongue.
“Switch,” Ethan growled.
They rearranged on the plush rug. Lily on all fours, ribbons dangling loosely. Ethan behind her, sliding back inside her soaked pussy with ease. Elena lay beneath Lily in a 69, tongue lapping at Lily’s clit and Ethan’s shaft as it pistoned in and out. The dual sensation—Lily’s tight walls and Elena’s warm mouth—had Ethan groaning loudly.
He reached for the jeweled plug—medium size—coating it generously. While thrusting steadily, he pressed it against Lily’s tight back entrance. She pushed back eagerly; the plug popped in with a soft moan from her. The added fullness made her clench harder around his cock.
Elena handed him the nipple clamps next. He attached them gently to Lily’s dangling breasts, the chain cool against her skin. Every thrust tugged the chain, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her.
Lily came again explosively—pussy spasming, squirting lightly onto Elena’s face. Ethan pulled out, flipping her onto her back. He removed the plug slowly, then eased into her ass—inch by inch, eyes locked on hers as she took him fully. Elena straddled Lily’s face again, this time facing Ethan so they could kiss while he fucked Lily’s ass in long, deliberate strokes.
They used every toy: the dildo in Elena while Ethan took her from behind; the wand on Elena’s clit while Lily rode Ethan’s cock; restraints tying Lily’s wrists to the tree base for a gentle face-fuck from Ethan while Elena used the wand on her.
Hours blurred—multiple orgasms for all, creampies in every hole, bodies slick with sweat and fluids, ribbons tangled and discarded. They collapsed finally under the tree, naked and glowing, fire warming their skin.
After the marathon under the tree, the three of them lay tangled on the rug for a long while, bodies sticky with sweat, lube, and cum, breathing slowing in unison. The discarded ribbons, toys, and wrapping paper lay scattered like evidence of their indulgence. Eventually, Elena stirred first, stretching languishly, her Mrs. Claus corset still half-on, breasts spilling free.
“I’m starving,” she announced with a satisfied smile. “Who wants cinnamon rolls?”
Lily groaned happily from where her head rested on Ethan’s chest. “God, yes. With extra icing.”
Ethan’s hand idly traced circles on Lily’s bare hip. “I could eat.”
Elena stood, tugging the corset closed just enough to be decent—if anything about her outfit could be called decent—and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The bells on her stockings jingled softly with each step. Lily and Ethan followed a minute later, still gloriously naked, Ethan’s cock swinging half-hard between his legs.
The kitchen was warm and bright, sunlight glinting off fresh snow outside the windows. Elena had already pulled out ingredients: canned cinnamon rolls (the easy kind—she wasn’t baking from scratch after that workout), eggs, bacon, fresh berries. She preheated the oven, then started mixing extra icing in a bowl.
Lily hopped onto the wide kitchen island, legs dangling, completely bare. “Can I lick the spoon?”
Elena grinned, scooping a dollop of thick vanilla batter onto her finger instead. She walked over and painted it across Lily’s nipples, then down her stomach to her smooth mound. “Better than a spoon.”
Lily shivered at the cool sweetness, spreading her thighs invitingly. Ethan stepped behind her, hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbs smearing the icing further. He leaned her forward gently until she was bent over the counter, ass presented, cheeks parting to show her still-glistening holes.
Ethan dropped to his knees, tongue tracing the trail of icing from her lower back down between her cheeks. He lapped slowly, savoring the mix of vanilla and her natural taste, then spread her wider to lick her pussy in long, flat strokes. Lily moaned, pushing back against his face.
Elena watched, stirring more icing with one hand while the other slipped between her own thighs under the tiny skirt. “Don’t let her have all the fun, baby.”
Ethan stood, guiding his now fully hard cock to Lily’s entrance. One smooth thrust seated him deep; Lily gasped, gripping the counter edge. He started slow—long, deliberate strokes that pulled almost out before sliding back in, icing smearing between their bodies. Each thrust pushed her forward slightly, breasts dragging across the cool marble.
Elena moved to the stove as the oven beeped, bending over to slide the cinnamon roll tray inside. The motion hiked her skirt completely, exposing her ass and pussy. Ethan’s eyes darkened. Without pulling out of Lily, he reached over and gave Elena’s ass a firm smack.
“Mom, you’re killing me.”
She wiggled teasingly. “Then come do something about it.”
Ethan pulled out of Lily with a wet sound—both groaning at the loss—and stepped behind Elena. He rubbed his slick cock along her folds once, twice, then pushed in to the hilt. Elena sighed happily, bracing against the counter as he began fucking her steadily, hips slapping against her fuller ass. The bells on her stockings jingled in time with his thrusts.
Lily, not one to be left out, slid off the counter and knelt beside them. She licked where they joined—tongue flicking Elena’s clit, then Ethan’s shaft on every withdrawal. Occasionally, she sucked his balls gently into her mouth, humming.
“Fuck, yes,” Elena breathed, pushing back to meet Ethan’s thrusts. “Just like that…”
The oven timer was ignored for several minutes as Ethan pounded harder, one hand tangled in Elena’s hair, pulling her head back for a messy kiss over her shoulder. Lily’s fingers found Elena’s clit, rubbing fast circles until Elena came—pussy clenching rhythmically around Ethan, juices dripping down Lily’s chin.
Ethan pulled out, turning to Lily. He lifted her back onto the island, spreading her legs wide, and buried himself inside her again in one thrust. Lily wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast—short, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce. Elena recovered enough to lean in, licking icing off Lily’s nipples, then kissing her deeply, sharing the taste.
Lily came first—walls fluttering wildly, crying out into Elena’s mouth. Ethan followed seconds later, grinding deep and filling her with thick pulses of cum that leaked out around his shaft.
Panting, they finally pulled the perfectly timed cinnamon rolls from the oven—golden, gooey, fragrant. They carried everything to the breakfast nook: rolls dripping icing, crispy bacon, fresh fruit—all eaten completely naked at the small table.
Under the table, feet and hands wandered constantly. Lily’s toes teased Ethan’s cock back to hardness. Elena’s hand stroked Lily’s inner thigh, fingers occasionally dipping inside her cum-filled pussy. Ethan reached across to pinch Elena’s nipples, making her gasp around a bite of roll.
Halfway through the meal, patience ran out. Elena pushed her plate aside and climbed onto the table, lying back amid the dishes, legs spread. “Dessert,” she declared.
Ethan stood, pulling her hips to the edge, and slid into her slowly while Lily straddled Elena’s face. The table rocked gently as Ethan thrust—deep, measured strokes that made Elena moan into Lily’s pussy. Lily leaned forward to kiss Ethan, hands braced on his shoulders, grinding down on her mother’s expert tongue.
They swapped again: Lily on the table getting eaten out by Elena while Ethan took Elena from behind, bent over beside her daughter. Then Ethan sat in a chair, Lily riding him reverse cowgirl while Elena knelt to lick them both—tongue alternating between Lily’s clit and Ethan’s balls.
Orgasms rolled through them in waves—messy, loud, unhurried. Icing was licked off bodies, cum mixed with fruit juice on fingers and shared in kisses.
By the time plates were empty (and bodies fuller), it was well past noon. They migrated to the couch for promised movies, still naked, still touching—fingers inside pussies during quiet scenes, slow riding during credits, oral under blankets when the plot slowed.
After the decadent breakfast, the three of them migrated back to the living room, bodies still humming with satisfaction. The tree lights glowed softly, the fire crackled low, and the big sectional couch beckoned with piles of plush blankets and pillows. A stack of classic Christmas movies waited on the TV—Elf, Home Alone, It’s a Wonderful Life—ready for their traditional marathon.
They settled in naked, skin against skin. Ethan sprawled in the center, Lily curled against his left side, head on his chest, Elena on his right, one leg draped over his thigh. Blankets covered them loosely, more for coziness than modesty. The scattered toys from earlier lay within reach on the coffee table.
The first movie started. Laughter filled the room at the familiar scenes, but hands soon wandered. Ethan’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Lily’s hip, dipping occasionally between her thighs. Elena’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly in time with the movie’s upbeat soundtrack. Lily’s foot teased Elena’s inner thigh.
Halfway through Elf, patience evaporated. Lily shifted, straddling Ethan’s lap, facing the TV, sinking down onto his hard length with a soft sigh. She rode him slowly—small rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against his base while they “watched.” Ethan’s hands cupped her ass, guiding her rhythm. Elena leaned over, tongue flicking Lily’s nipple, then kissing Ethan deeply.
They swapped seamlessly. Elena took Lily’s place, reverse cowgirl so she faced the screen, bouncing steadily while Lily knelt beside them, fingers rubbing Elena’s clit. Ethan reached for the vibrating wand, pressing it against Elena’s swollen nub. She came quickly—walls fluttering around him, moaning loud enough to drown out the movie dialogue.
Lily lay back on the couch next, legs spread wide. Ethan knelt between them, sliding into her missionary while Elena straddled Lily’s face. They formed a perfect chain: Ethan thrusting deep into Lily, Lily’s tongue buried in Elena, Elena leaning forward to suck Ethan’s balls whenever he pulled back. Hands roamed everywhere—pinching nipples, rubbing clits, fingers slipping into asses.
They used the toys again: the curved dildo deep in Elena while Ethan fucked Lily doggy-style beside her; nipple clamps tugging gently as Lily rode Ethan’s face; restraints loosely tying Elena’s wrists to the couch arm while both children took turns eating her out.
Orgasms came in waves—creampies leaking down thighs, mouths licking them clean, bodies repositioning without pause. During quiet movie moments, they slowed to gentle grinding; during funny scenes, they laughed breathlessly mid-thrust.
By late afternoon, the marathon blurred into background noise. They barely registered the credits rolling before the next film auto-played.
As evening approached, hunger returned—this time for a proper festive dinner. Elena had prepped a small honey-glazed ham, roasted vegetables, and Yorkshire puddings earlier in the week. They reheated everything casually, still naked, stealing kisses and gropes in the kitchen.
Back at the dining table—now cleared of breakfast remnants and set with candles and holly—they ate like civilized people for about five minutes. Then Elena pushed her plate aside and climbed onto the table, lying back amid the dishes, legs spread wide.
“Dessert first,” she declared, voice husky.
Ethan stood between her thighs, sliding into her slowly while Lily straddled Elena’s face again. The table creaked under them as Ethan thrust—deep, steady strokes that made serving platters rattle. Lily ground down on her mother’s tongue, leaning forward to kiss Ethan, hands braced on the table edge.
They rotated: Lily bent over the table, ham forgotten as Ethan took her from behind, pounding hard while Elena sat on the table in front of her, legs open for Lily’s eager mouth. Then Ethan sat in his chair, Lily riding him facing away while Elena knelt under the table, licking them both—tongue swirling around Ethan’s shaft and Lily’s clit.
The food cooled, untouched for the final round. Ethan laid Elena on the table as the main course, fucking her missionary while Lily sat on Elena’s face, facing Ethan so they could kiss. He pulled out at the last second, painting both their stomachs with thick ropes before sliding back into Lily to finish inside her.
They ate what they could afterward—cold ham tasted just fine when licked off breasts and abs—laughing at the mess.
As night fully fell, they returned to the living room one last time. The fire was stoked high, tree lights the only other illumination. They spread blankets on the rug for a final, loving threesome—oyakodon style.
Ethan lay back. Elena straddled his cock, sinking down slowly, facing him. Lily straddled his face, facing her mother. They moved in perfect sync: Elena riding with rolling hips, breasts bouncing; Lily grinding on his tongue, hands cupping Elena’s face for deep kisses. Ethan’s hands gripped Elena’s ass, then reached up to rub Lily’s clit.
They stayed like that for ages—slow, intimate, eyes locked. Elena came first, trembling around Ethan’s cock. Lily followed, flooding his mouth. Ethan thrust up into Elena one last time, filling her deeply as the women kissed through their aftershocks.
Exhausted, glowing, they collapsed sideways—Ethan in the middle, Elena and Lily curled against him, his softening cock still inside Elena, Lily’s leg draped over them both.
“This,” Lily whispered, kissing Ethan’s neck, “is the perfect Christmas.”
Elena smiled sleepily, fingers tracing Lily’s thigh. “Every year… just like this. Our tradition.”
Ethan pulled them closer, the fire warming their skin, tree lights twinkling above.
Outside, snow fell silently. Inside, their free-use family was exactly where they belonged—together,…
