MY DAD CHIRSTMAS PRESENT by moji

Rating: 90%, Read 60641 times, Posted Oct 25, 2011

Fantasy | Incest

MY DAD CHRISTMAS PRESENT

!!!WARNING!!!!

This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may

include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as

incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by

them or me, nor advocate such practices.

The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is

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Summary:

No matter how old you get, Christmas morning is a special time. Here I was,

twenty years old yet still giggling like a little schoolgirl as I waited at the

top of the stairs. What special present did my dad have for me this year?

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1 – Gifts of Christmas Past

Chapter 2 – Christmas Morning Gift Opening

Chapter 3 – Thanking My Mom While My Dad Watches

Chapter 4 – My Dad Gives Me Another Gift

Chapter 1 – Gifts of Christmas Past

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It was Christmas morning and I was excited. It didn't matter that I was twenty

– I still felt like a little girl waking up and wondering what's waiting for me

under the tree. As I've gotten older the gifts have changed. Instead of dolls

and little ponies it seems that clothes became more dominate as I got older.

There is usually something fun thrown in though but the thing I always look

forward to the most is the last gift of the day – my dad's special gift just for

me.

My dad's gift is always some sort of special outfit he picked out just for me

and even my mom had to wait until I opened it to find out what was inside. He

started this "tradition" back when I was twelve and each year as I started

getting my figure, the contents of the box became more and more "interesting".

The first year it was a Tinkerbelle costume right down to the little pink shoes.

I'd never worn anything quite so sheer though – even the panties were sheer

pink. I can remember the look my mother gave my dad but then she saw the

excitement in my face and just shrugged her shoulders. I couldn't wait to try

it on and show my dad how I looked in it. Needless to say I never wore it in

public but I still have it to this day and now and then I pull it out and

remember how grown up I felt wearing such a sexy outfit. Of course I didn't

fill out the top at all and my thin legs weren't anywhere near as good looking

as I thought they were back then but I loved the way my dad looked at me when I

paraded it in front of him and my mom.

The next few years seemed to follow a general theme where my dad would buy me

some sort of costume for me to model afterwards. I loved them because they were

always something that made me feel sexy and more grown-up. One of my favorites

was the Daisy Duke outfit I got when I was fourteen. The shorts were so small

and tight I could barely fit into them and when I did they pulled so far up into

my crotch it was like I was masturbating with every step I took!

It was the sexiest outfit so far, maybe because during the past year I had

started having sex, sucking and fucking my boyfriend Steve. I wore the outfit

for him one day and he got an instant erection! Of course I was more than happy

to take care of THAT condition! I didn't tell him exactly how I got it or what

I did in it Christmas morning as it probably would have been misunderstood by

someone not familiar with my family traditions

Then came the year I was sixteen with my seventeenth birthday only a couple of

months away. This was a special Christmas as it was the first once since I'd

started having sex with my parents. What made it so much more fun was my dad

didn't have to be so discreet anymore about his desires for me.

Well, he certainly must have been horny for me when he chose my outfit that

year! It was a string bikini that could have been given to me in a standard

envelope instead of a box. The whole thing consisted of nothing more than some

string with three small triangles of thin cloth barely big enough to cover my

nipples and pussy. Well, it didn't even do that because at that age I wasn't

shaving my pussy as I do now so the bottom triangle actually had a border of

short fuzzy brown pubic hair sticking out around it. When I came downstairs

wearing it my dad's eyes widened like saucers and a cunning grin came to his

face. Even my mom nodded approvingly as I was finally getting a figure that

complemented this type of outfit. After showing it off for him I sat on my

dad's lap and I could feel his hard cock through the soft material of his

sweatpants against my all but bare ass. I'll always remember that Christmas as

the first time my dad fucked me in one of my new outfits!

So here I was again, waking up horny as usual wondering what was waiting for me

under the tree. As I laid back in my bed I felt a bit claustrophobic as my

bedroom door was shut - something that normally never happened. It wasn't that I

had anything to hide from my parents but this morning was different in that my

grandparents were sleeping in the spare bedroom down the hall. Since my room

was on the opposite side of the hallway from bathroom, it wouldn't do for one of

them to wake up in the middle of the night and see me sleeping nude in my bed

(which I have been doing since I was twelve).

My parents have always slept nude but growing up I wore silly little pajamas and

then little girl nighties until one day when I saw my parents undressing for bed

I wondered what it would be like to sleep without any clothes on so I took off

my nightie and slipped between the sheets nude. It felt strange at first but at

the same time I liked the feel of the sheets against my bare skin and besides,

what girl doesn't like to be like her mom?

One morning my dad was up to get ready for work and he noticed I was nude as my

covers had been thrown off during the night. I must have subconsciously

realized he was looking at me because I woke up to see him standing in my door.

He was nude himself but then he usually was this time of the morning. I noticed

his cock was getting hard but again, it was not unusual to see my dad that way

after leaving their bedroom so I didn't think anything odd about it. I smiled

at him and he grinned back at me.

"So I see our little girl is growing up," he said to me. "So what's wrong,

outgrow outgrown your pajamas?"

"Oh daddy!" I responded, blushing just a little bit.

My dad just smiled at winked at me and went on to the bathroom. From that time

on he never mentioned anything again to me about sleeping nude but looking back

now I realize that he started tucking me in bed again, something he had stopped

doing years ago.

While I liked to sleep nude, I rarely went about the house nude. I typically

wore a long t-shirt in the evenings and then as I got older I learned how soft

my dad's dress shirts felt to wear – not to mention how accessible they were! I

normally didn't strip down until I was ready to hit the hay.

Chapter 2 – Christmas Morning Gift Opening

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So this Christmas I had to make a choice, wear something to bed or close the

door. Rather than put up with a nightshirt just so I could leave my door open,

I decided to close the door. It was weird, my room seemed so much smaller with

it shut! As usual, I woke up horny as hell so my hand seemed to have a mind of

its own as it moved between my legs and started to rub my already wet pussy. I

found myself wishing my dad could come in and greet me as he usually did in the

mornings but instead I could hear my grandfather out in the hall wishing my dad

good morning.

My grandparents, at least those on my dad's side, had no idea what their son's

family did in the privacy of their home. I masturbated as I imagined what he

would say if he were to walk to the bathroom and see my bedroom door open

allowing him a view of his son fucking his granddaughter! It made me cum

thinking about it even though I knew it would never happen. Some things just

can't be understood by people and I knew my grandparents would never be able to

comprehend my true relationship with my parents.

I know I had to get up soon so I picked out a light blue dress shirt of my dad's

I kept hidden in my closet so my mom wouldn't take it, and put it on to serve as

my pajamas for Christmas. In what I guess you could call a small act of

defiance, I decided not to wear anything else under it, not even a thong. The

shirt tails hung down just almost to my knees so as long as I didn't get too

carried away there should not be any danger of flashing my grandparents but it

felt incredibly erotic anyway when I stepped out into the hallway to see my

grandparents and parents there.

My mom looked at me and I think she could tell from the twinkle in my eye what I

was wearing (or rather, NOT wearing) and she shot me a look of disapproval. I

just grinned and rolled my eyes for her. After all, it's not like she could say

anything to me at the time!

"So Kelly," my grandma said, "You all ready to open Santa's presents?"

"Sure!" I exclaimed and I bounded down the stairs ahead of them. I was barefoot

and almost slipped about halfway down but I just laughed it off and continued

down the next flight into the basement where the family room was. The tree was

surrounded by presents just as it had been the night before. My parents had

long since given up on hiding anything so it wasn't like Santa had arrived

during the night or anything. The difference was that now I finally got to open

them!

My parents and grandparents soon arrived and I served as the gift presenter,

handing out the various packages to each recipient. Needless to say almost

everything I got was some form of clothing with a few gift cards mixed in. They

were outfits I needed for school and as such were all fairly conservative.

As the morning went on and the last of the gifts were opened, I looked out of

the corner of my eye to my dad. He caught my eye and I knew he understood what

I was silently questioning him. He silently mouthed a "later" to me and I

grinned, wondering just what he had gotten me this year but even more, how he

was going to give it to me with his parents here. Grandma and Grandpa were

certainly not going to enjoy seeing me in my new outfit – at last I hoped not!

My worries were soon answered when my grandma stood up and pulled my grandpa up

off the couch next to me.

"C'mon old man," she teased him, "let's get cleaned up and dressed so these

folks can have their bathroom.

My grandpa pretended to be put off by her statement and replied, "Now who are

you calling an old man anyway – old woman!"

We all laughed and they headed up the stairs. No sooner were they out of sight

then my dad reached behind his chair and pulled out what I had been awaiting for

– his secret present!

"You didn't think I'd forget about this I hope Kelly," my dad said with that sly

grin I loved to see on his face. I knew whenever I saw that expression that he

was getting horny and so whatever was in that box must be pretty good to get him

going without me even opening it. I grabbed the box from him like a spoiled

child and quickly tore off the paper. The box was just plain white without a

hint of where it came from or what was inside. I slipped off the top and saw

tissue paper inside. Reaching through the paper I finally saw what it was and I

looked up at him with a huge grin on my face.

"Oh daddy!" I exclaimed, "It's perfect."

I pulled out the outfit – it was a classic "little black dress". It was

obviously low cut and from the length of it I knew it certainly wasn't going to

cover much more than my ass- if that! There was just something sexy about the

dress – even more so than a skimpy bikini, sheer nightie, or naughty cheerleader

outfit. I stood up and held it up against me. It was practically weightless and

I couldn't wait to try it on. I kissed him and twirled around and ran right to

my room.

My grandparents were in their room so I closed the door and quickly stripped off

the shirt and pulled the dress down over my head. There was no way a bra was

going to fit under it, even if I wanted such a thing. My dad hadn't included

any panties so I stayed bottomless. If I ever wore this out in public though I

knew I would need something under it – probably a nice black thong.

Looking in the mirror, I saw it took only the slightest bending over to make it

slip up my ass! I loved the way it clung to my body, like it was painted on

me. My boobs looked great and as excited as I was my nipples were clearly

visible thought the thin material. I opened the door to head back downstairs

and was caught by surprise – my grandfather was just coming out of the bathroom.

He looked at me and my outfit and a strange look came over his face, as if he

just didn't know quite what to say. Then he just looked away and went back to

their bedroom as if he didn't want to know anything more.

Oh well, I figured, may as well go for it now so I went back down to the family

room where my mom and dad were waiting for me. My dad let out a wolf whistle

while my mom snapped a few pics of me.

"Damn John," my mom exclaimed, "that has to be the sexiest outfit you've bought

her yet. Good work dad!"

My dad was clearly proud of himself. I twirled around in front of him while my

mom snapped off a few more shots.

"Oh daddy, I love it!" I exclaimed and I jumped in his lap and gave him a big

hug and a kiss. He put his big arms around me and held me tightly against him

as we kissed long and hard. I loved it when he held me this way. It reminded

me of when I was a little girl scared at night and he would come into my room

and hold me until I felt safe again. Nothing made me feel as secure and safe as

being in my dad's arms. It was the once place in the world where I knew nothing

would happen to me, that he would never do anything to hurt me in anyway nor

would he let anything else hurt me.

Chapter 3 – Thanking My Mom While My Dad Watches

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"Hey girl," my mom called out to me, "Doesn't Mom get something for everything

you've gotten this year?

I grinned at her. She must have been pretty turned on seeing me kissing my dad

as usually when we were together she just liked to sot back and watch us. I

gave my dad a peck in the cheek and moved over to my mom. Sitting next to her

we leaned towards one another and I felt her lips meet mine as we entered into a

sensuous and loving kiss.

"Slip that dress off," she murmured to me softly. As I did she opened her robe

and I saw she was naked underneath. My mom may be in her forties now but you

would never know it looking at her body which looked at least ten years younger.

Granted she worked hard to keep it that way with her diet and exercise but there

were some things that only good genes could take care of and I hoped they were

in me as I would love to look as good as her when I got to her age!

"Mmmmmm, I want you," she whispered to me as I sat down next to her naked. This

was something special for me as it was very rare for her to ask me that –

especially when my dad was around. In fact, this was the first time she had

interrupted us to ask me to be with her so I knew something special indeed was

happening here.

I never even looked over to my dad as I put my arms around my mom's neck and we

kissed like two passionate lovers. She had her arms around me and she pulled me

tightly against her nude body. I loved the feel of our bodies touching like

this, the soft, warm touch of my mother's nude body against mine. It seemed

only natural to be with her like this, for a daughter to be so close to her

mother.

It was different than being with my dad. With him I was giving myself to him

for his pleasure. I would have done anything for my dad, ANYTHING – all he had

to do was ask. With my mom it was more like I was blending with her, merging

with my mom to create something more than the two of us apart. I can't hardly

explain it but it is like nothing I feel with anyone else and I doubt I will

ever fell with anyone – even my husband.

I heard a snap and realized my dad was taking pictures of us. I couldn't blame

him, it wasn't often he got to see his wife and daughter like this. Usually we

concentrated on him when he was around and only did this when we were alone. I

wondered what he would do with them later – maybe even masturbate when he was

alone and needed some "encouragement"?

My mom laid back on the couch, pulling me down on top of her. My hair fell over

her face as we kissed some more. I kissed her neck and worked my way slowly

down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples softly at first and then pulling on

them harder with my teeth. She squeezed her boobs while I sucked on them and

licked them, pushing them up against my face. As she continued to play with them

I kissed her stomach and slowly made my way until the edges of her pubic hair

met my face. I could smell the scent of her pussy and knew she must have been

quite wet for it to be that strong already. As I kneeled down between her

spread legs I put my hands up and under her ass, lifting her into my face as I

kissed the top of her pussy and then licked her clit gently.

"Oh Kelly," my mom moaned softly, "I love it when you do that... mmmmmm, lick

me."

Well, I loved licking her just as much as she enjoyed me doing it! My tongue

worked its way down her pussy slit until it was running circles around the wet

opening to her pussy. I loved the taste of my mom's pussy. It was so much

stronger than the younger girls I had oral sex with like my cousin Kristi or my

roomie Jen.

That seemed to be true in general of older woman since my Aunt Linda and my

mom's friend Tammy were more like my mom. I think part of it was just the fact

it was my mother's pussy that I had my face buried in. This was the same pussy

from which I emerged over twenty years ago and now here I was pushing my tongue

back inside of it. Could she have dreamed when she gave birth to me so long ago

that someday the same girl who was giving her so much pain then would be able to

give her so much pleasure in return?

My mom's pussy was the first one I had ever tasted other than my own and no

matter who I am with in the future I know it will always be my favorite one!

As I swirled my tongue around her clit I poked one finger inside her pussy,

penetrating her as far as I could reach and then followed it with another and

then yet another one. I fucked her with my fingers while my lips grabbed her

clit, tugging gently on it while my tongue ran over the hard tip. My mom's ass

clenched in my hands and her hips lifted up against me. I felt her hands on the

top of my head, driving me down into her crotch, forcing me into her pussy.

Suddenly a gush of pussy cum emerged, drenching me and flooding my face with her

fluids.

"Oh fuck!!!!" she cried out, "God I'm cumming... make me cum Kelly, make me cum

harder!"

Her hips bucked like a bronco under me as she fucked my face which was now

covered in her pussy cum. I could hear her gasping as she struggled for

breath. Then she lifted her hips up and held them there as the last great wave

of pleasure coursed through her body. I never stopped licking her as I wanted

her to have a great orgasm, to make her feel wonderful, to be a good daughter

for my mother. As she finally collapsed onto the couch I slowly played my

tongue around her pussy slit and crotch. God I loved the way she tasted!

Chapter 4 – My Dad Gives Me Another Gift

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Then to my surprise I felt something pushing against my pussy from behind. It

could only be one thing of course – my dad's stiff cock. Mmmmmm, yes! He was

going to fuck me! Sure enough without a word he pushed his cock harder against

my cunt and I felt myself spreading apart as the head forced its way inside of

me.

My mom could see him from where she was laying and encouraged him saying, "Oh

yea John, fuck her... fuck your daughter good, god she deserves it after what

she just did to me!"

I kept my mouth firmly on my mom's crotch so I didn't say anything. There

really was no need to as my dad was going to do it regardless of what I said

anyway. After all, he knew he was welcome to fuck me any time he wanted to so

he didn't have to ask. One of my favorite things he did was to sneak in my room

while I was sleeping and see how far he could get into me without waking me.

God, what could be more erotic than to wake up with your father's cock already

inside of you and wonder what he had been doing while I was asleep?!

"Merry fucking Christmas, Kelly," me dad said cheerfully as he shoved his cock

with one hard push deep inside of me.

He started stroking himself in and out of me, slamming himself into my ass with

a slapping sound each time. When his body met mine it would drive me forward

and press my face hard into my mom's pussy which had the effect of pushing it

against her clit making her gasp as well. She was still playing with her boobs

and moaned each time my wet face slide in tight against her clit.

My dad was holding my hips with his hands, pulling me into him as he fucked me

and then pushing me away as he withdrew. He liked to slowly pull out until his

cock was barely in me, the head almost ready to plop out of my cunt and then

quickly drive it in to the hilt in one smooth movement. I was so wet his cock

made a sloppy sound as it disappeared inside of me and I could feel my own

orgasm beginning to rise in me.

It had been ages since I had been in the middle of my parents this way and I

wanted to enjoy it as much as possible so it certainly didn't take much to bring

me to a climax. I moaned against my mom's pussy and she knew what that meant.

"Get ready John, she's cumming!" my mom exclaimed.

"You don't have to tell me, honey," my dad groaned, "God she can squeeze with

that pussy!"

Guys have always told me that when I cum my pussy squeezes their cocks really

hard – sometimes to the point they say it hurts. All I knew was that at a

moment like this it felt like it was on fire, pulsing with pleasure that passed

throughout my entire body. Nothing else came close to making me feel this, like

I was in some dream world where nothing else existed except the tingling in my

body and the sheer ecstasy that overwhelmed me.

It was only natural for my pussy to try to hold onto the wonderful cock in it

that was responsible for making it feel so good! I never wanted it to end but

eventually the surges running through me died down and I felt myself returning

back to the world once again. If this is how it feels to be on drugs then I can

understand why people are addicted! Fortunately I was able to summon it without

a needle!

Looking up from my mom's crotch I could see her lifting her head to see me past

her boobs. She was smiling and I smiled back at her. My dad pulled out of me

and twisted my hips. I understood what he wanted and as I got up my mom sat up

on the couch. I laid on my back with my head in her lap, one leg lifted up on

the back of the couch and the other hanging over the edge giving my dad a clear

view of my open pussy. My mom stroked my hair with one hand and reached down

to play with my pussy with the other. She twiddled my clit while my dad lined

up for another shot at fucking me.

I lifted my hips so he could put a pillow under my ass and then he kneeled on

one knee with his other foot on the floor. Holding his cock he scooted in until

it was pushing up against my pussy where my mom grabbed it and used it like a

dildo to rub my clit. It felt wonderful to have my parents working together to

make me feel this good and at that moment I felt so much love for them! Who

could ask for better parents?! I looked up at my mom and our eyes met.

"Oh mom," I sighed, "I love you both sooooo much!"

"We love you too Kelly," my mom replied, "now hold still so your dad can fuck

you again. I think it's his turn to cum now!"

I realized that I must have been wiggling my hips as my clit was stimulated with

his cock head so I tried as best I could to relax and lay still while my mom

directed my dad's cock to my pussy hole.

"There you go John," she said to my dad, "fuck your little girl. I want to see

you cum in her."

My dad was only too happy to do what she asked and I felt him entering me again.

After his last fucking my pussy was stretched out a bit so it didn't feel quite

as tight was he entered me but I still reveled in the feeling as his cock filled

my hungry pussy. "Ohhhhh daddy," I whispered, "I love you in me."

My dad was going for it now, driving himself hard in and out of me, working

himself to his own climax. Faster and faster he fucked me, slamming himself

against my cunt, grunting with each thrust. I could feel his cock swelling and

his head went back as his cock prepared to burst inside of me.

"Cum in me daddy," I begged, "Give me your love, show me how much you love me."

I knew my dad loved me unconditionally. He didn't have to fuck me to prove it

but I still loved it when he did. Everyone loves to be shown they are loved and

this was the ultimate act my dad could do for me. When he came inside of me it

made me feel so secure and loved.

When other guys cum in me it is simply something that feels good but I don't get

any emotional fulfillment from it, just physical pleasure. With my dad, while

it still felt good to feel the pulses of heat in me that signified his sperm

being released inside of me, it was more emotional. Having my own father fuck

me was so intimate, so personal, that the final stage where he gave me the most

personal gift he could was the final act of fulfillment for me.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned as I felt the first load of cum shooting into me.

My dad pushed himself tight against my pussy and held himself there as one load

after another of his sperm emptied into me. When the last shot was released he

pulled out slightly and thrust himself again into me, holding himself tightly

against me as if to drive his sperm even deeper inside of me.

"Let me taste it," my mom said to my dad, "bring that cock over here."

My dad pulled out of me and got up in the couch next to my mom so his cock was

in her face. I looked up and could see it was covered with our cum. My mom

took him in her mouth and licked every drop from it. I would have loved to have

a taste of it myself but it was nice to see my mom enjoying it this time.

My mom must have seen the hunger in my eyes because she looked down at me with

his cock in her mouth and smiled as best she could. Then she took it out and

lifted my head up to her. I twisted around on the couch and we kissed. Mmmmmm,

I could taste my dad's cum and my pussy juices on her mouth as we kissed for my

dad to watch.

"Now that's what I like to see," my dad said, "my two favorite women sharing!"

We both turned to him and smiled. It was one of those moments you would like to

be able to capture and replay over and over again. Here I was with my loving

parents, basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm with a load of my

dad's cum in me, kissing my mom and feeling my dad running his hands over my

nude body.

We probably could have gone on like that for the rest of the morning except my

mother, as always the practical one, remembered my grandparents were upstairs.

They were notorious late sleepers so we hadn't worried about them interrupting

us (god, what a scandal THAT would have been!) but they were due to get up any

time now.

Reluctantly my parents dressed and I grabbed my mom's robe and put it on instead

of getting my new dress soiled with the cum and sweat that covered my body. I

headed upstairs to take a shower while my parents stayed in the family room.

Just as I was about to enter the bathroom my grandfather came out of their room,

rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked at me and I imagine he had to

wonder why my hair was such a mess and perhaps he could even smell the sex that

permeated my body. I didn't give him any more time to figure it out though and

quickly ducked into the bathroom and cleaned up.

As I showered and ran my hands over myself I recalled how it felt to lay on the

couch with my dad fucking me while my mom played with my clit. I started

masturbating and my last thoughts as my next orgasm hit me was that THIS is what

I call a wonderful Christmas morning!

THE END

Rating: 90%, Read 60641 times, Posted Oct 25, 2011

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