We had a wonderful family reunion last Christmas. I think it was the best we've ever had. My beautiful wife Laura and I hosted the affair. Our guests were my mother Betty, my sister Helen and her husband Ray, my daughter Debbie and her husband Frank, and my son Jack and his lovely wife Florence.
Laura, Mom and Helen spent the morning in the kitchen preparing a festive dinner of roast turkey and all the trimmings. The smell of turkey roasting in the oven whetted my appetite, so I led Jack's wife Florence - we call her Flo for short - into a bedroom and ate her pussy. "I see you haven't lost your touch, Dad," Jack said, as I tongued his wife to a thigh-quivering orgasm. He and I took turns fucking her but stopped short of cumming. We wanted to save that for later.
Laura stuck her head in the door and announced dinner. Jack and I pulled up our pants and hurried to the overloaded table. It was a great temptation to stuff ourselves with my wife's savory culinary creations, but, ever mindful of the real feast that was to come, we ate in moderation. Between bites of food, we caught up on everything that had happened to us since our last reunion. We all lived in different States and had almost no contact in between reunions, so there was a lot of ground to cover.
After a light but satisfying meal, we gathered in the livingroom to admire the beautiful tree and open our presents. After stirring up a roaring fire in the fireplace, I passed around goblets of hard cider laced with brandy. The fiery liqueur was meant to fuel our lust and loosen our inhibitions.
Most of the presents were novelty gifts. The ladies received vibrators, dildos, and whips and the men received pornographic magazines, playing cards, and videos. I received, among other things, a steel cock-ring from my daughter and, from my mother, an album of pornographic photos of her with her lovers. "These will make a nice addition to my collection of porno, Mom," I said. "Thanks very much." I had given her an enormous vibrating dildo with a note that said, "I hope this will fill up your big pussy." The photo album was passed around for all to enjoy.
We spent most of the afternoon exchanging gifts and enjoying each other's company. I got the ball rolling when I said to my daughter Debbie, "Honey, did you get breast implants? Your tits look bigger than they were the last time I saw you."
"They are a little bigger, Dad, but I'm still all natural." She stood in front of me and pulled her sweater up to reveal one of the sweetest pairs of tits that I had ever seen. "Maybe Frank has been fooling with them so much that they are a little swollen," I joked. "I can't blame him." I reached out and tugged on the swollen nipples. The women were soon topless and were going from man to man having their breasts examined.
I played with Debbie's tits for awhile and then Mom came and sat on my lap. Even though she is close to sixty she is still very beautiful. She can have just about any man she wants, and she has had her share. Her big tits sag but not as much as you might expect. My old-fashioned mother thinks that women should have plenty of hair on their pussies. As I fondled her luxurious bush, I noticed that it was, as always, neatly groomed into a perfect triangle.
Mom stroked my hair as I nursed on her big, brown nipples and worked four fingers up into her wet cunt. Soon every man was sucking on a tit. Because we had an extra pair of tits, some lucky fellow ended up with two pairs. My son Jack had his mother and his Aunt Helen standing in front of him with their big tits bunched together and was going down the line giving each nipple a hard suck. As I sucked Mom's nipples, I thought about the fucking that was to come. We never planned our orgies, preferring instead to let nature take its course, but it had become something of a tradition to start with a short lesbian workout and then for Mom to be fucked by the biggest cock. I had had that privilege for several years thanks to my nine-inch fucker. We all pitched in to clean up the wrapping paper and then blankets were spread on the floor. "Come on, girls," Helen said. "Let's show these bastards that we don't need them."
After we tossed our clothing aside, the women gathered in the center of the room. It seemed almost criminal to have so much beauty gathered in one place. My wife Laura was perhaps the most beautiful. Her pretty head is perched atop a statuesque body. Raven-black hair cascades nearly to her beach-ball ass. But men have different tastes in women. Some men would probably pick my sister Helen as the fairest of them all. My petite sibling's pixie face is framed by short, curly blond hair. Her small, perky tits are the perfect size for her diminutive frame. I could use the same words to describe my adorable daughter Debbie. My daughter-in-law Flo is a big-boned farm girl with centerfold tits. Unlike my mother who believes a woman should sport a full bush, she shaves and waxes off every hair.
The women were soon linked in the most beautiful Christmas wreath that I had ever seen. Mom ate Laura, who ate Helen, who ate Debbie, who ate Flo, who ate Mom. My head spins just thinking about it. It certainly wasn't the first time that my mother had sucked on my wife's pussy. She had even gone so far as to eat my fresh cum out of her. The womens' moans were muffled by each other's pussies. We men slowly jacked our cocks as we gawked at the spectacle. The object of the lesbian performance was to get us men as randy as possible, and it was working.
"I'm ready for a cock," Mom said. As the family matriarch, she usually got her way. All of the women except Mom broke free of the chain and found a lap to sit on and a cock to toy with. I spread Mom's legs, mounted her, and drove my eight-inch cock into the very canal that I had emerged from forty years earlier. She was fifty-nine years old and was still as tight as most women half her age. I buried half of my cock with a hard thrust, then eased the rest of it in. I lay heavily on top of her for awhile and savored the feel of her body quivering against mine. I couldn't help wondering if she was still capable of reaching orgasm. She was certainly very wet - a good sign - but that could have been from the cunnilingus.
The others respectfully watched as I serviced Mom. No doubt they were also wondering if there was any sensitivity left in her clit. Was her G-spot still in good working order? I was encouraged when I felt the walls of her pussy begin to sweat. I raised myself high enough to slide a hand between our bodies and searched for her clit. It was as hard as a marble! "She's got a hard-on," I announced. I picked up the pace and she responded, her belly coming up to meet mine. The sound of my taught belly slapping against her slightly flabby belly echoed off the walls. "WHAP..WHAP..WHAP..WHAP." Her moans and groans encouraged me to work harder. I used my cock like a crowbar to pry at the walls of her pussy. The head of my cock tracked down her G-spot the way a drug dog sniffs out a stash. I tormented that sensitive spot without mercy. She chewed on her lip and clawed at the blanket beneath her.
"Oh, yes, that's nice, son. I've never had a better fucker than you. Oh, yes. HUH..HUH..HUH..HUH..I'M CUMMING! SHOVE THAT BIG COCK INTO ME HARDER. OH MY GAWD! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
The others cheered as Mom convulsed beneath me. She bucked so violently that she nearly tossed me aside. Even my full weight on her couldn't pin her down. Mom's strong orgasm was an omen of things to come. I continued pumping her sloppy cunt to keep her orgasm going, but all good things must come to an end, and she eventually went limp beneath me. Only then, when she was fully serviced, did I allow myself the ultimate pleasure. I pulled my cock out and drenched her belly and tits with a load worthy of Secretariat. The others applauded the display of virility. Gasping for air, I collapsed on her soft, wet body.
