Incest Stories: I saw Mommy doing more than just kissing Santa beneath the Christmas tree!

Incest stories “make the season bright,” don’t you agree? It was the night before Christmas and all through the house…not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Oh never mind, it’s not THAT kind of Christmas story!¬†ūüėú

Home from college for the holidays, I stayed up late into the night. Sipping brandied eggnog with my family, we hung out and talked about Christmases long past. Eventually, we all made it upstairs to our beds, everyone more than a little buzzed.

All of a sudden, I heard hushed noises from somewhere in the house, as if they were trying to be very quiet. Creeping down the stairs, I peeked into the dark living room, dimly illuminated by dozens of twinkling, colored lights upon the tree and around the fireplace.

Shocked at the sight I beheld, I stifled a gasp. Two figures moved rhythmically near the Christmas tree, one person in the large wingbacked leather chair, and the other person kneeling.

Quietly tiptoeing closer, I realized that the figure seated in the chair was none other than Mr. Kris Kringle himself!¬†A sleek, blonde-haired head slowly bobbed up and down over Santa’s lap.

Omg, I thought as I listened to the loud suckling sounds and moans of enjoyment. Was that my mother? Was she doing what I thought she was doing?

I gasped aloud this time, feeling the heat pooling deep within my core as I watched them. My eyes widened in surprise as I felt a rush of heat and wetness between my thighs. As if she’d been expecting me, my mother turned around with a grin.

“Hello, sweetie! Seeing that Santa’s here for his milk and cookies, would you like to help me?” she purred.

Without delay, Santa stood as he beckoned to me. “It’s good to see you again, my naughty little Angel! “Cum” receive your Christmas gift,” he quipped with a jovial laugh.¬†“Oooh Santa,” I giggled. “Indeed, you really have “grown” since our steamy¬†cuckold phone sex therapy session with Mrs. Claus and the elves! I think she’ll be very pleased with the “results” when you get back to the North Pole!”

Licking my lips, I knelt beside Mommy as she murmured “Mmm, I do love Santa’s “salted nuts!” Since everyone knows you’re Daddy’s naughty girl, you’ll LOVE slurping Santa’s big candy stick!”

Clearly, it was time to demonstrate how much I’d been looking forward to this special treat all year.

My mouth watering, I slowly sucked Santa’s thick shaft into my mouth. My moist pink lips were slick as they glided over his swollen purple head.¬†As a result, he groaned with pleasure.¬†Mommy milked his “sack of goodies” with ravenous licks and luscious suckles. Accordingly, “Jolly St. Nick” groaned as he urgently worked his hard, throbbing cock in and out of my hungry mouth. To be sure, this was the best holiday treat ever!

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