The afternoon slipped away in a lazy haze of contentment. After the steamy shower encounter, Lily emerged with her skin flushed pink. Her hair stayed damp and curled at the ends. She threw on a cropped red holiday sweater that barely skimmed her midriff and a pair of soft white cotton panties with tiny candy canes printed on them. The outfit felt festive, teasing, and easy access. Ethan followed downstairs in grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The outline of his semi-hard cock remained visible from the morning’s multiple releases.
Elena worked in the kitchen and hummed along to soft Christmas jazz that played from the smart speaker. She had changed into nothing but a loose green apron tied around her waist. The strings accentuated her full hips. The front panel barely covered her heavy breasts, and the back left her round ass completely exposed. Casual nudity had always been part of their free-use home, especially during holidays when the outside world felt far away.
They spent the next few hours grazing on leftovers, sipping hot cocoa, and watching the snow pile up outside the big picture window. Conversation flowed easily. Lily recounted funny dorm stories, Ethan vented about job interviews, and Elena shared yoga client drama. Every so often, hands wandered. Ethan’s palm slid up Lily’s bare thigh under the blanket. Elena leaned over to kiss Lily’s neck while she refilled mugs, or she gave Ethan’s bulge a quick grope through his sweats. Nothing escalated fully. It became the delicious hum of anticipation and the knowledge that anything could happen at any moment.
As the sky darkened to a deep indigo around 5:30 PM, Elena clapped her hands together. “Alright, you two. The tree’s been sitting naked except for lights since last week. Time to trim it properly before we lose all motivation.”
The living room glowed warmly. The seven-foot Fraser fir stood proudly in the corner. Pre-strung multicolored lights cast dancing reflections across the hardwood floor. Boxes of ornaments—glass baubles, family heirlooms, and quirky ones collected over years—sat open on the coffee table. A plush cream rug lay in front of the fireplace, where a low fire crackled invitingly.
Lily bounced up first. Her cropped sweater rode up and flashed the underside of her perky breasts. “I call the high branches!” she declared. She grabbed a handful of glittering ornaments.
Ethan smirked. His eyes dropped to the way her panties hugged the curve of her ass as she bent over the box. “I’ll handle the bottom,” he said. His voice already sounded husky.
Elena laughed. She untied her apron strings just enough that the fabric gaped open in front and revealed one nipple. “And I’ll supervise. Someone pour the wine.”
They worked in companionable rhythm at first. Bing Crosby crooned from the speakers. Elena handed ornaments up to Lily on the step stool. Ethan knelt to place the heavier ones lower down. But the air thickened quickly with their near-nakedness and the day’s earlier indulgences.
Lily stretched high to hang a silver star. Her body elongated, and her sweater lifted to expose her flat stomach and the waistband of her panties. Ethan’s gaze locked on the way the cotton dipped between her cheeks. Without a word, he stepped behind her. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs. Lily paused mid-reach. A soft exhale escaped as his fingers hooked into her panties and tugged them down just enough to bare her pussy. She was already slick—she had been on and off all day.
“Keep decorating, Lil,” Ethan murmured against her ear. He freed his cock from his sweats. It sprang out thick and hard, and the head glistened. He rubbed it along her slit once, twice, and coated himself in her wetness. Then he pushed in slowly. Inch by deliberate inch, he filled her from behind while she stood on the stool. One hand gripped the tree branch for balance.
Lily moaned. “Oh god… yes…” She managed to hook the star on a high branch even as Ethan bottomed out. His hips pressed flush against her ass. He stayed buried for a moment and savored the tight heat. Then he began a slow, steady rhythm. He pulled back until only the tip remained inside, and then he slid deep again. Each thrust rocked her forward slightly and made the tree lights shimmer.
Elena watched from the rug with a wine glass in hand. She parted her legs just enough that the apron fell away completely. Her fingers idly circled her clit as she took in the sight: her son’s muscular back flexed, and his cock disappeared repeatedly into her daughter’s petite body. “Beautiful,” she whispered. “Don’t rush, babies. Make it last.”
Ethan obliged and kept the pace languid. His hands gripped Lily’s hips. His thumbs traced the dimples above her ass. Every withdrawal exposed his shaft, which glistened with her arousal. Every thrust elicited a wet sound and a soft gasp from Lily. She hung another ornament, then another. Her movements grew shakier as pleasure coiled tighter.
After several minutes, Ethan pulled out abruptly. Lily whimpered at the loss, but he spun her around on the stool so she faced him with legs spread. He dropped to his knees. His mouth latched onto her clit without preamble. His tongue flicked fast and firm, and two fingers curled inside her to stroke that sensitive spot. Lily’s hands tangled in his hair. Her hips ground against his face. Within thirty seconds, she came hard. Her thighs trembled, and a gush of wetness coated his chin as she cried out his name.
Elena set her wine down and stood. The apron fell away completely. “My turn to reach the top,” she said with a wicked smile. She stepped onto the stool Lily vacated. Her fuller figure made the pose even more enticing. Her breasts swayed, and she presented her ass as she stretched upward with a gold garland.
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He moved behind her and spread her cheeks gently. Elena’s pussy was swollen and dripping. The trimmed auburn curls framed pink folds. He licked a long stripe from clit to entrance and savored her familiar taste—musky, rich, mature. Elena sighed happily. She draped the garland as he tongue-fucked her slowly with his nose buried against her. When she reached for another strand, he stood and replaced his tongue with his cock in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck, Mom… always so wet for us,” he groaned. He buried himself to the hilt. Elena’s walls fluttered around him. Her experienced muscles gripped deliberately. He started slow like before and let her adjust to his size. Then he built speed. The stool creaked slightly under their combined weight, but Ethan held her steady. One arm banded around her waist. Each thrust pushed her breasts forward, and her nipples grazed the pine needles.
Lily had recovered. Now naked except for the cropped sweater pushed up over her tits, she knelt beneath them on the rug. She craned her neck to lick Ethan’s balls as they swung. Then she moved to suck gently on Elena’s clit whenever he pulled back. The dual sensation made Elena moan loudly. Her hands shook as she tried to hang tinsel.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Elena panted to Lily. “Lick Mommy just like that…”
The combined assault quickly pushed Elena over. Her orgasm rolled through her in waves. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Ethan’s cock, and juices dripped down his shaft onto Lily’s waiting tongue. Ethan gritted his teeth and held back his own release through sheer will.
He pulled out of Elena carefully and helped her down from the stool. All three sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. Their bodies felt flushed and shone with sweat. The tree was only half-decorated, but no one cared.
Lily straddled Ethan first and faced him. Her small hands rested on his chest as she sank down onto his slick cock. She was still sensitive from earlier and gasped as he filled her completely. Slowly, she began to ride. She lifted until just the head remained inside, then dropped hard and ground her clit against his pelvis. Ethan’s hands roamed her body. His thumbs circled her nipples, and then they slid down to spread her ass cheeks wider.
Elena positioned herself behind Lily and knelt between Ethan’s spread legs. She leaned forward. Her tongue traced where her children joined. She lapped at Lily’s stretched entrance, flicked Ethan’s shaft on every upstroke, and occasionally sucked his balls into her mouth. The sensation overwhelmed him. Ethan groaned deeply. His hips bucked up to meet Lily’s downward thrusts.
“Switch,” Elena commanded softly after several minutes. Lily lifted off with a wet pop, and Elena took her place—this time in reverse cowgirl so she faced Lily. Ethan slid into his mother easily. Her experienced pussy took him deep. Elena rode with rolling hips, slow and sensual, while Lily straddled Ethan’s face and lowered her dripping pussy onto his eager mouth.
Ethan’s tongue plunged inside Lily immediately and tasted the mingled flavors of all three of them. His hands gripped Elena’s ass and guided her rhythm as she bounced. Lily leaned forward and kissed her mother deeply. Their tongues tangled, and they shared moans between them. Elena reached down to rub Lily’s clit in tight circles. She mirrored the way Ethan’s cock stroked her own G-spot.
The room filled with the sounds of wet flesh, heavy breathing, and occasional gasps of “yes” and “right there.” The fire crackled. Lights twinkled. Snow fell silently outside.
They shifted again. Ethan sat up and pulled Elena onto his lap facing him. He impaled her fully. Lily moved behind Elena and pressed her body close. Her hands cupped her mother’s heavy breasts and pinched nipples while she kissed her neck. Ethan thrust upward steadily. Each stroke lifted Elena slightly off his lap before gravity pulled her back down.
“Want you both to cum on me,” he growled. His voice sounded rough with need.
Elena came first—her second orgasm of the evening crashed over her as Ethan ground deep. Her walls spasmed wildly. She cried out into Lily’s mouth, and her body shook.
Lily followed seconds later. She ground her clit against Elena’s back while she fingered herself frantically. Her release soaked Ethan’s thigh in a warm rush that made him groan.
Finally, Ethan pulled out and stroked himself fast and hard. Both women knelt in front of him on the rug. Their faces stayed close, mouths open, tongues out. Elena’s hand joined his on his shaft and pumped in tandem. Lily cupped his balls gently and felt them draw up.
With a guttural moan, Ethan erupted. Thick ropes of cum striped across Elena’s cheek and lips, then Lily’s tongue and chin. A final spurt landed on Elena’s breasts. They licked him clean together, and then they licked each other. They shared his taste in a slow, filthy kiss while he watched. His spent cock twitched.
Afterward, they finished the tree in a blissed-out daze. They felt sticky and flushed. They laughed softly when hands lingered too long. Elena draped the last strand of tinsel while Ethan held her steady from behind. His cock pressed half-hard against her ass. Lily placed the star atop with Ethan’s help. She stood on tiptoes as he kissed her shoulder.
By 8:30 PM, the tree was perfect. It glittered, felt full, and looked beautiful. They collapsed onto the couch under a shared blanket, naked and sated, while they sipped spiked hot chocolate. The fire warmed their skin. The lights twinkled on their drying cum streaks.
Elena’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Ethan’s thigh. “We’ve still got Christmas Eve the day after tomorrow and Christmas after that.”
Ethan pulled them both closer. He already felt the stirrings of renewed arousal. In their free-use home, the holidays were just beginning.
