Christmas is a Time for Family

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Christmas at the Parker household has always been a cosy and wholesome affair. Waking up at seven to run down and open the presents together as mum makes everyone hot chocolate and fresh cookies, the four of them sat by the fire as they take turns to open theirs. Lucy and Matt making sure to open the biggest first.

Once the floor is covered in wrapping paper and cardboard boxes, Linda makes her way to the kitchen to make a start on the feast. Listening to her husband and kids try to find batteries for the latest gadgets as she sticks her hand up the open end of a turkey.

With an hour to go before food is served, Uncle Tom arrives on the scene. Dressed in his usual Santa outfit and carrying a sackful of gifts. Linda would join them in the second round of presents as the roast potatoes start to crisp. Luckily for Tom he had the body to match the outfit so no need to stick a pillow under his jacket.

Then comes the meal itself, a mighty bounty of turkey, potatoes, stuffing, parsnips and for the two gentlemen, sprouts. Crackers are ripped open and debates are had over whether The Pogues or Mariah Carey are the true Christmas anthem. The food is inhaled by the five of them, leaving belts and waistbands aching.

Plates empty, it’s time for the unenviable task of loading the dishwasher. This came down to Matt and Lucy, bickering for years over who did it the year before. Brian, their father, would always end up flipping a coin to stop the arguments. Matt made sure to pick heads every year, though it felt that he lost more than he won.

Back in the living room, the family would rest and stick on whichever Christmas movie the BBC had gotten the rights to that year. Every year they wished it was Home Alone, nine times out of ten they were left disappointed.

With the food starting to settle and night beginning to arrive, the kids would head upstairs with their new toys, not to be seen till the morning. The adults, meanwhile, would crack open a few drinks. Some sips of Bailey’s, couple glasses of wine and a bit of Gin to finish off.

As if like clockwork, Uncle Tom would try to win over Linda, the two getting rather close but no further than a flirty, sometimes deep kiss. After which Brian would come back in, chuckling as he sees it, and tell his big brother it might be time to head home. Once he was on his merry way, Linda and Brian would retire to their bed to sleep off the food and drink.

Boxing Day in the Parker household was reminiscent of the extras tent on the set of the Walking Dead. The four of them slumping around, bellies still full, parents still tipsy as they let the day wash over them with but a few mumbles to each other.

But this year, this year had a different tale.

Lucy was returning from her first semester at university, whilst Matt was home from beginning his last. For the past twenty one years, Linda and Brian have had the responsibility of at least one extra mouth to feed, in the past few months they’d come to dearly miss it. But for these few special days, it was back, and it could drink.

The day started as any other Christmas had, though Lucy was down especially early in her Reindeer onesie, sat in front of the fire with her hood up as she waited. Brian and Matt strolled in shortly after, with Linda bringing up the rear with her cookies and hot chocolates. With age, the excitement of the presents themselves started to diminish. Instead of Lego sets it was shaving sets, instead of the latest Barbie, a bottle of perfume. Yet whilst the presents changed, the feigned smiles for less than impressive gifts remained.

As per usual, after an hour of opening boxes, Linda was back in the kitchen ready to begin her largest meal of the year. On the way she made sure to get changed into some jeans and a festive jumper, both of which did a damn fine job at outlining her motherly curves.

In the living room, to a soundtrack of ‘Anton Du Beke’s Top 40 Christmas Hits’, the other three sat around, poking at their phones. Occasionally Brian would ask about how university was treating them and would get a sentence or two in response.

At twelve o’clock, as always, the door bell rang. Lucy was first up to let in Uncle Tom. “There’s my little reindeer.” he chuckled, pulling her in for a hug as he stepped inside, Lucy’s arms wrapped round his large figure in return, big white beard rustling her forehead.

Santa once again brought his sack into the living room for the four of them to enjoy. As Linda entered from the kitchen, Tom looked over, smirking as his eyes ran over her body, she gave him a little smirk Lefkoşa Escort in response as she walked over to grab the little gift he’d bought her. Uncle Tom’s gifts were never extravagant, usually little knick-knacks he’d picked up on his travels.

“Tom, what is this?” Brian asked, chuckling a little as he lifted up a garden gnome in a rather compromising position.

“Thought it might look nice with the plants, save you some hassle.” as he said this he pointed to a hole at the end of the gnome’s ceramic penis “It does the watering for you.”

Brian pouted a little disapprovingly as Lucy and Matt giggled to themselves.

“RIght, dinner is almost ready so get your butts to the table.” Linda announced as the other four made their way to the dining room, watching as Linda brought in plate after plate of mouth watering food. The crackers were pulled and the music debates began. But they were quickly silenced by mouthfuls of turkey.

The customary coin toss returned once more, as once again Matt chose heads and lost, pouting as he began the arduous task of loading up the dishwasher.

As he did, the rest of them moved to the living room to pick out a movie. For once they’d purchased a DVD, Love Actually. Brian started it up and took a seat on the sofa, Lucy snuggled up next to him as he stroked the soft back of her onesie. Linda and Tom sat on the other side of the sofa, Tom’s hands occasionally resting on her thigh, getting a few squeezes in before Linda smirked and nudged it away.

Matt entered about fifteen minutes into the movie and found himself alone on the armchair. Once he was there, Tom was careful about his hand, but he did sneak a stroke onto Lucy’s soft onesie covered leg on his other side, to which she smiled sweetly.

Once the movie was over and the moon was bright outside the window, Tom sat up and suggested “How about some drinks?”

“Yeah, can we have some this year?” Lucy asked, looking cutely up to Brian.

Brian and Linda looked to one another, thinking about it before nodding. “I suppose so.” Brian chuckled as he stood up and went to grab some bottles from the kitchen.

He returned a few minutes later with Bailey’s and wine, pouring each out into separate glasses. Lucy and Matt both grimaced a little with the Bailey’s, enjoying the taste but finding the alcoholic kick particularly hard. The wine, on the other hand, they found far more pleasing.

With all five of them a few drinks in, the tipsiness began to arrive. Matt excused himself to the toilet whilst Linda finished the last of the wine. “Looks like we need a bit more.” Brian chuckled, slapping his thigh and getting to his feet.

“I’ll help!” Lucy suggested excitedly, joining him in the kitchen.

Now alone, Tom turned to Linda with a smirk, running his hand back up her thigh. “Now where’s my Christmas kiss?” he asked, eyes looking into hers. She let out a disapproving sigh as she bit her lip, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his, arms wrapping over his shoulders.

“I brought Gi…” Lucy started to announce as she walked back in, seeing her mother and uncle intertwined on the sofa, his hand sneaking under her jumper. She stood there in silence, watching as they seemingly hadn’t heard her.

A few moments later, Brian came in too, confused as to why Lucy was still in the doorway. When he peeked in he knew. “Every year.” he chuckled, walking in and motioning Lucy to follow.

“But… aren’t you angry?” she asked as Tom and Linda heard the two of them arrive, pulling themselves off each other slowly, Linda brushing her hair out of her face.

“It’s Christmas, it’s just a bit of fun.” Brian responded with a chuckle, sitting on the sofa beside them, patting next to him for her to join him. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, but she didn’t seem to question further as she sat between her father and uncle.

“Besides, we’re family aren’t we, my little reindeer?” Tom added, turning to her and stroking her soft onesie covered shoulder. It took a moment, but she nodded slowly, eyes looking up to him. “And families can have fun together, can’t they?” he added, getting another nod from her. His hand moved to her cheek as she seemed to listen to his every word. “You want some family fun, don’t you?” he asked finally, feeling her nod quickly against his hand he leant forward and pressed his bearded lips to hers.

Brian watched as his older brother started to kiss his daughter a little deeper, seeing his hand drift down to start unzipping the front of her onesie. He looked up Girne Escort to check on his wife who seemed to have her vision glued to it, her hand on Tom’s thigh.

Usually he would have sent Tom home by now, but he didn’t feel even the slightest urge to stop it. Maybe a little bit of him saw it as wrong, but once he saw Tom unzip Lucy to her hips, her perky chest revealed, that reluctance was gone. Brian reached down and started to stroke his daughter’s onesie covered leg, as he did he felt her hand reach over to stroke his crotch atop his jeans. The confidence caused him to gasp as he watched her passionately make out with his brother.

“Now, show your daddy some love why don’t you?” Tom suggested with a chuckle as he broke the kiss, sitting his large body back as he motioned Linda between his legs. The mother eagerly helping him out of his Santa bottoms.

Lucy did as she was told and climbed onto her father’s lap, his hands slipping inside the front of her onesie to feel her soft skin, before quickly pressing his lips to hers, desperate for them. His hands explored all over her upper body, stroking her back, cupping her chest before sneaking their way down the back and holding her panty covered behind.

As he did he could see Linda out the corner of his eye, on her knees and stroking Tom’s older cock. Her eyes on his the whole time as she leant forward to kiss the tip, licking along the shaft like she’d been dreaming of for years.

When Matt finally came back downstairs he was welcomed to the sight of his uncle pushing his mother’s head further down on his cock, whilst his little sister pulled off her onesie and climbed onto his dad’s lap, grabbing his cock as she did.

“Come join the fun, kid.” his uncle finally spoke up with a chuckle, seeing the son left out. “Your mum seems a little overdressed doesn’t she?” he suggested, pointing to her butt, nice and round in her jeans. He showed the most reluctance of the five, but after Linda lifted her head for a moment to wink his way, he caved in.

Matt made his way behind his mother, kneeling on the floor. He carefully reached round and undid the zip on her jeans, tugging them down as he was gifted the view of her white panty covered behind. His lust really started to kick in and he found himself tugging those down even quicker, feasting his eyes on her behind. His hands started to massage the cheeks, hypnotised as he pulled them apart to see her warmth. Matt’s body taking control as he leant in, kissing at her pussy, squeezing and stroking the cheeks, exploring his mother in a way he’d never dreamed.

As he did, Lucy lowered herself onto Brian, his fatherly cock slipping inside her with relative ease. “D-daddy…” she whispered as he held her ass tight, lowering her carefully so as not to break her. Slowly she began to bounce in his lap, leaning forward so that his tongue could pass her lips just as his cock did below.

With the sound of Lucy’s muffled moans filling the living room, Linda lifted her head as she felt the tongue of her son working its way around her pussy, teasing along her lips and down to her clit. “Ah…” she squeaks as he manages to find it, stroking Tom’s cock excitedly as she looks back to see the top of Matt’s head peeking above her cheeks.

Tom looked down at the two of them, smirking proudly as he stroked Linda’s hair. “I think he deserves a little Christmas treat, don’t you?” he asks with a chuckle, seeing her nod and get to her feet quickly. Matt remaining on the floor, every inch around his mouth wet as he looks up confused, hoping he did it right.

“Sit.” Linda pointed to the armchair with a grin, to which Matt quickly heeded and sat himself down, his eyes drawn to his sister’s cute butt bouncing in his dad’s lap for just a few moments before Linda stood before him. She lifted her festive jumper over her head and quickly undid her bra, her perfectly curvy body stood over Matt. Without a warning she leant over and unzipped his pants, ripping them off, yearning for the contents inside.

Matt made no resistance, lifting his hips to help her take them off, revealing his younger cock, rock hard already. Linda took it in her hand, stroking him softly as she placed her lips to his, showing him just what mummy liked.

The uncle remained sat on the sofa, his gaze shifting between the two couples, pleased with his work so far. As he looked to his younger brother he saw the strain on his face as he held his daughter on his lap, filling her pussy, clearly far sooner than he hoped and ideally not in that spot. “Shit… Magosa Escort I’m sorry sweetie…” he muttered.

“It’s okay…” Lucy giggled “I’m on the pill.” she kissed Brian’s cheek as she climbed off his lap, drops of his cum leaking down her inner thigh. Her father nodded, worry averted, laying his head back as if that orgasm has taken everything out of him.

“Not going to leave your favourite uncle hanging are you?” Tom teased with a chuckle, sat a few inches to the side of his brother, legs apart and still rock hard. Lucy giggled and got down between his legs, her big eyes looking up to her uncle as her soft lips wrapped around the tip, gently bobbing her head lower.

Meanwhile, Linda had turned her back to Matt, bending forward once more. She reached back and pulled his face back to her pussy “Good boy… just there…” she whispered between moans as his tongue explored. Once again his tongue found her clit and she held his hair tighter “That spot… quicker…” she ordered as Matt obliged, tongue running circles on her clit, faster and faster as her moans grew. She felt her legs tremble beneath her as she gave in to the orgasm, crying out in bliss, pushing Matt back on the armchair as she fell back onto his lap. Her lips pressing to his hungrily as she tasted her sweetness on his tongue.

“You learnt that at uni, didn’t you?” Tom asked with a cheeky grin as Lucy suckled on his balls, running her tongue around them as they popped into her mouth, his cock resting atop her forehead, cute eyes either side. Brian, still exhausted, peered over to see his daughter playing so cutely with his big brother’s cock.

“Come on, Santa wants his cookie.” Tom chuckled as he motioned Lucy to her feet, standing up with her. Placing a hand on her waist he turned her back to him, leaving her facing her mother and brother. Grabbing his still hard cock he rubbed the tip between her cheeks, feeling her tremble in excitement. He teased her pussy before slipping up to her ass, his spare hand holding her hip tight as he edged himself inside.

Barely half a metre in front, Linda moved herself in Matt’s lap so that she was positioned atop his aching cock, lowering herself with complete ease. His head leaning back in awe as he felt the inside of his mother wrapped around him, the warmth taking him deeper as she bounced herself like a professional.

Lucy’s gasps and moans were even louder as Uncle Tom stretched her lesser used hole, holding both sides of her hips in place as he edged deeper. His grunts in her ear as he started to thrust, slipping back and forth as she got used to the feeling. “Good girl…” Tom muttered into her ear as he felt his hips press against her petite behind.

Linda’s much larger butt was bouncing even quicker atop Matt’s hips, a slapping sound coming from them as Matt watched in awe, stroking and squeezing where he could as he let Mum do what she wanted. She found herself watching her daughter in front of her, biting her lip as her little breasts bounced with each thrust. “You’re doing great, sweetie.” she said warmly, reaching forward to stroke Lucy’s cheek, before leaning forward to peck her lips.

Watching this, a cheeky grin formed on Tom’s lips. Pulling his hand back he swatted Lucy’s little behind causing her to fall deeper into her mother’s kiss, a second spank causing a cute muffled moan.

Linda had no qualms with deepening the kiss, feeling her daughter’s little tongue with her own, moving her hand down from her cheek to fondle her breast, squeezing the swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Matt, meanwhile, could barely concentrate on Linda’s ass, let alone who she was kissing. He felt his cock twitching excitedly, vision blurring as he erupted inside his mother, holding her hips tight as if holding on for dear life. Her bounces taking a while to slow as she focused on the kiss, finally coming to a stop when his legs began to twitch.

Tom watched the kiss slowly separate, happy to see everyone getting along as his heavy balls began to slap against Lucy’s soft pussy. With Linda and Matt snuggled together catching their breath on the armchair, Brian watching exhausted on the sofa, Tom and Lucy were the last two standing, but not for long.

“I think you deserve Santa’s milk.” Tom chuckled, slipping his cock from Lucy’s tight ass, pushing her shoulder down to kneel as he placed the tip on her bottom lip, grunting loudly as he filled her mouth with squirt after squirt. Stroking her hair as they locked eyes, before she wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking the last of the milk from Santa.

Satisfied, Tom sat himself on the carpeted floor next to Lucy. She snuggled up to him with her head on his shoulder as they looked out the window to the garden, flecks of snow starting to form on the grass, lighting up the night.

“Can we make this a new tradition?” she asked sweetly.

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