Carol Serviced At Christmas

We were spending Christmas with my in-laws David and Carol; we being myself Jon, my wife Jane and our two kids Sam and Tony. We were driving over there on Christmas Eve and staying until the 28th; Jane's younger sister Sue would be there for Christmas too, but since she lives only five minutes walk from her parent's place, Sue wouldn't be overnighting.

It was just after six-thirty in the evening when I pulled onto David and Carol's driveway, though the evening in question was the 22nd, rather than the 24th. What we hadn't properly considered when making our holiday arrangements had been Santa Claus; we needed to ensure that he could find our five and three year old sons:

Letters had been sent to the North Pole -- a WhatsApp message too -- advising him of where to find us, but I needed to surreptitiously drive across to Dave and Carol's to get those Santa-presents in place. Jane had been going to do it while the boys were at school and day-care earlier in the week, but Carol had needed to go out that day, so I'd got lumbered with the task.

Carol must've heard me arriving, as their front door opened as I approached it with the first armful of presents. Having pointed at the sprig of mistletoe hanging from the hallway ceiling, Carol stretched over the heap of packages to give me a quick peck on the lips; after which I handed that first pile of gifts to Carol and headed back out to the car for some more.

By the time I was back into the hallway with the last few -- my fourth load! - Carol and all of the other presents had disappeared from view. When I closed the door behind me and called, out Carol replied promptly "Up here... I'm stacking them beneath our bed."

I headed up the staircase and paused to knock at the half-closed door before entering. Carol might be 'family', but I'd never entered she and David's bedroom before. I didn't want to appear presumptuous, especially since I knew that David was away -- he's a truck-driver -- until the following evening. Carol's response was immediate "Just bring them in, I won't bite!"

Carol was on her hands and knees beside the bed, so I stood over her and silently handed down the last of the presents, for Carol to stow beneath the marital bed. OK, yes... I also took the chance to peer down the cleavage of Carol's dress; something I've often strove to do, though I couldn't remember ever having been presented with an opportunity quite so golden as this.

Carol and Jane a very different; Jane very much takes after her father, being tall, fair and athletically-slim. Jane meanwhile, as indeed is Sue, are rather more... Mediterranean in their appearance: A little shorter -- handy for a glimpse of those cleavages -- olive skinned and dark of eye and hair; by no means 'fat' but they're both all tits and arse, without a lot of distance in between.

I must've become rather more engrossed by Carol's breasts than I'd intended and it was only when I heard "That's it, all safely put way" that my eyes rose to meet Carol's. She was looking directly towards me; the grin on her face along with the sparkle in her eyes, suggested that she may have been watching me ogle her for a second or two before speaking?

With my colour no doubt rising I took a half-step backwards and though I took Carol's proffered hand to help her back to her feet, I kept my eyes averted as I did so. Once upright, Carol smoothed some creases from her tailored dress -- a shiny-blue, button-fronted affair -- and announced: "Right, now those are out of the way, you can give me a proper Christmas-kiss."

That smartly drew my gaze back to Carol; she was again gesturing towards the ceiling and for the first time I noticed that there was another sprig of mistletoe hanging from the bedroom ceiling. An instant later Carols arms were around me -- mine around her too, to be fair -- and we were sharing a passionate and protracted kiss.

It didn't initially faze me, they're a touchy-feely family and Carol has kissed me full on the lips more than once in the past; but tonight it felt just a little bit different: As our embrace continued Carol's right hand slipped to my bum, while her left rose to entwine in my hair; I could feel Carol's pubis pressing onto my thigh and was that her tongue teasing at my lips?

Our kiss continued for fully thirty seconds before I felt Carol ease away slightly and I began to relax a little; though also a little too soon: Carol's hand traversed from my left buttock and around my thigh to cup and then gently squeeze my balls. OK, now I was fazed! Not that I managed to say anything, beyond a gasp and then a feral growl.

That sensual kiss had taken its effect on me, an effect that must've been apparent to Carol when her right hand released my balls and began sliding firmly up and down the length of my cock. That drew another of those feral growls, one which Carol greeted with a small laugh and a crooned "Well that's saying yes and I've yet to meet a man who doesn't listen first and foremost to his cock."

I managed to pull a little further away -- that took some willpower! - and looked Carol in the eyes; they were still sparkling, but now with something more than just humour. I did try to speak, but I couldn't string words together and it was Carol who continued: "I know it's not quite Christmas yet, but this evening would be the most discreet... And you did promise."

Lights flashed and bells rang as realisation dawned; my mind spiralled back to the last family gathering in September: That had been for Sue's birthday, though the party had also doubled-up as a celebration of her contentious divorce having finally been settled; Sue's divorce proceedings had taken longer to resolve than her marriage had lasted.

Though finally free of the odious Carl, Sue was adamant that she was 'swearing-off men for while yet' and so far as I knew, that still applied; it was that foreswearal which had indirectly led to my current position: As our gift for Sue's birthday, Jane had bought her sister a substantially sized vibrating dildo, though I wasn't aware of that, when Jane finagled things so that I was the one to present it to Sue.

The sisters often exchange light-hearted and humorous gifts, so the vibrator in itself wasn't a major issue. Jane crying out "You'll be needing that if you're steering clear of men!" in the moment Sue finished unwrapping and finally revealed the beast, whereupon there was laughter all around.

As the laughter eased it was Carol who chimed in with "Bloody Hell; that thing's enormous!"

Before Jane responded: "These things are all relative mum; if you were married to Jon, you'd have said it was about average." That raised a second round of laughter, though to be honest I was too disconcerted to join in; I was still squirming with the embarrassment of having presented the dildo to Sue and those words of Jane's just re-doubled my discomfort.

The merriment continued as Carol then turned to Dave and proposed "Given the amount of nights that you're away from home nowadays, you ought to be getting me one of those for my birthday."

I probably still wasn't thinking clearly, but I was eager to re-join in the conversation, if only to mask my humiliation; so blurted out: "Well if Dave doesn't, you just let me know Carol and I'll give you one for Christmas."

There were a couple of seconds silence before Carol responded to my faux-pas; her words once again being directed towards Dave: "In that case don't bother love; If Jon's offering to 'Give me one at Christmas', I'll settle for that instead, I'm sure it'll be more fun than any piece of plastic... Especially if Jane's being truthful about how big he is."

That accidental double-entendre, coupled with Carol's sharp reply had everyone, other than myself - my embarrassment was now total! - in hysterics. I was constantly reminded of that slip-of-the-tongue throughout the rest of the weekend; in fact Jane teased me about it for weeks afterwards and even related the tale to some of our friends.

But that was more than three months ago and Carol at least had never mentioned it since. I'd assumed that it was long forgotten... It seemed I'd been wrong.

I'd been silent while those recollections tumbled through my mind and presumably Carol took that silence for assent? Whatever, a moment later Carol was wrapped around me once again and this time there was no uncertainty with regards to her tongue; that was deep inside my mouth, while her groin was now rotating, rather than just pressing against my thigh.

Had Carol moved an instant slower, I might've... done the honourable thing, but she'd been right about men -- or this one anyway -- listening first and foremost to their cocks. Once Carol's hand gravitated back there, I was lost and when she eased back a touch to bring her other hand to bear on my belt buckle, I released yet another feral growl and pulled in my stomach to help.

A few seconds later Carol jerked my jeans and skivvies down my thighs; my cock sprang free and she growled "Bloody Hell; Jane wasn't exaggerating." Carol immediately stretched her right hand around my turgid shaft and began stroking along its full length, which... You guessed it, drew yet another feral growl out of me!

I'm not sure how long it was before Carol tore her eyes away from my cock and looked up to my face; probably not long, just a few seconds. When Carol did so, our eyes didn't meet, as by then mine were locked onto her cleavage; Carol's boobs tremored at the completion of each stroke of her hand, I was mesmerised.

Carol squealed in delight and crooned "Ooh, are you perving at mummy's tits again Jon; you've always liked looking at those haven't you? Poor Jane got her tits from David's side of the family... I'm sure you'd like a better view." Carol's spare hand rose up between us and she began popping open each button in turn.

I know it must've been an optical illusion, but as Carol's hand descended, releasing each button in turn, her breasts appeared to actively strive for release from the dress' constraint. Having reached the belt at her waistline, Carol's hand rose once again, to lift her right breast free of her bra and rest it, fully exposed, atop the cup.

That fleshy orb was every bit as glorious as I'd always envisaged, full, firm and tipped with a nipple so dark it might've been black. In response to another of my feral growls, Carol then grasped my hand and steered that forward to release her left breast and with that achieved, Carol pulled my head forward and down to meet her right one.

The heft of Carol's breast in my hand lived up to my long held expectations, while the sensation of her swollen right nipple sliding between my lips exceeded them... and by a country mile! As I rolled one nipple between my fingers and thumb, while teasing at the other with my tongue, it was finally Carol's turn to lapse into feral growls.

During the minute or so that followed, Carol's left hand returned to my head, her fingers wrapping tightly in my hair as she pulled my face ever harder against her right breast. Carol's right hand continued to slide along my shaft, while her feral growls transformed into words of encouragement... Lewd and salacious words of encouragement.

I was directed in turn, to squeeze, suck, twist, and bite Carol's breasts, or more precisely 'mummy's juicy tits'. I can't deny that I was even then intrigued and perhaps further aroused by Carol repeatedly designating her tits as 'mummy's', but in the moment, I had more important things than that to dwell upon.

I still had a spare hand and stretched that lower to grasp and lift the hem of Carol's dress. The way in which Carol shuffled her feet both backwards and further apart, confirmed that she knew where that hand was headed and was as eager as I for it to reach its destination. That hand's arrival proved yet another eye-opener.

My hand slid up Carol's nylon clad inner thigh until it touched flesh and paused for a moment unbidden; Carol was wearing stockings... Result! From there it was but a short journey to Carol's crotch and that was every bit as moist as I'd hoped. But rather than striking damp fabric, it was the lush, coarse hair of Carol's pubis that my fingers encountered.

Stockings and sans-panties! Given the size of Carol's breasts, I'd already been surprised by how small and delicate a bra she'd chosen to wear. That, coupled with my discovering stockings and a total absence of pants, suggested that our current situation was less of a surprise to Carol than it was to me; she'd planned this before I ever arrived!

As with 'mummy's' tits, this revelation too was something to contemplate and perhaps even discuss in the future, but for the moment it was time to make hay. My left hand pressed forward and upward, that dampness increased as my fingers approached Carol's vulva and on arrival two fingers slipped between her labia, like a hot-knife through butter; Christ she was wet... And hot!

For the first time since she'd released it from my pants, Carol's hand stopped stroking along my rigid shaft. Instead Carol grabbed and squeezed it while simultaneously thrusting her pelvis forward to press my fingers even deeper as she screamed out "Oh fuck yes!... Quickly followed by a more muted "Just like that."

Thankfully, Carol's grip on my cock eased off as I began skewering my fingers into her pussy; Carol's hips writhed and jerked to meet my intrusion. Carol was fired-up! Verbal clues and body-language both suggested Carol's climax was approaching; I increased the speed and aggression of my penetrations, eager to get her there. Carol must have been close, in the moment that she pushed me away and howled "STOP!"

While the force of that push saw me stagger backwards a half-step, Carol capsized herself completely; the back of her legs struck the edge of the bed and Carol tumbled onto it in a disordered heap. I was tempted to follow her down there, but the expression on Carol's face combined with that shout of 'STOP' gave me pause.

The hiatus was for only a few seconds, but it felt like forever, until Carol sat upright and her expression re-ordered itself into a weak smile as she whispered "Sorry; that was my fault Jon; I should have stopped you earlier..." It was now me who was on the point of screaming, with my cock throbbing in anticipation; I'm not sure what would've happened had Carol not continued.

"I knew I was horny, but hadn't realised that I was so far gone... I can bring myself off with fingers any day of the week, I have fingers of my own... What I need is a cock... A big.. Fat... Hard one..." Carol's smile grew wider and turned wicked as she nodded towards my groin, opened her thighs and concluded "Just like that one."

Damn but that was a relief and my relief was no doubt evident to Carol. With legs still splayed and hanging over the bed's edge, Carol fell back onto the mattress, lifting the hem of her skirt as she did so while crooning "Right here will do just fine... And make it hard, I want to know that I've been screwed."

I was quick to move; I didn't want to risk another change of mind; not that I was all that quick in reaching Carol, I'd still got my jeans and pants around my knees, so it was more of a shuffle than a leap. Dropping to my knees between Carol's open legs, I found myself a few inches too low to enter her; rising up onto my haunches resolved that.

In the moment I pressed forward, one of Carol's hands reached down to grasp my cock and steer it through her labia; that assuaged any lingering concerns about hearing another shout of 'STOP!' Carol was snug, but just as wet as I'd thought, two or three steady thrusts and a couple of wiggles had my balls slapping against Carol's pussy.

I was all the way in, something confirmed by a purred "Yesssssss, that's exactly what I need... Now don't be gentle, no pussy-footing around." I took Carol at her word and from a position slightly below her, with bent knees and on the balls of my feet, I did so in spades. After a slow and almost complete, withdrawal I ploughed back into Carol with a powerful lunge.

I felt Carol's arse lift clear of the mattress and saw her tits bounce as she fell back; that was an awesome sight! Carol seemed equally enamoured; the primal snarl she released as my cock slammed in and lifted her into the air, faded to a growled "Oh fuck yessss... Again." as she dropped back onto the bed; who was I to disappoint the lady?

I guess Carol had been close to begin with and that deferred orgasm caught up with her on only my fifth or sixth penetration. 'Primal' could well describe the arrival of that too; Carol pitched and jerked -- I could even feel Carol's pussy spasming around my cock! - and howled like a banshee. As that wail faded Carol unleashed a string of expletives the like of which I'd never heard from her.

On the downside, Carol's early orgasm re-ignited my concerns about her perhaps calling a halt to proceedings; that wasn't going to happen again. Ignoring Carol's climax I continued pounding into her in search of my own; I'd guess I managed another ten or a dozen equally heavy penetrations before I reached it and spewed my seed into Carol's battered cunt.

I slumped atop Carol soon after my climax arrived; my cock still pulsing as the last dregs of come leaked into her pussy, as I lay gasping for breath with my head laid between her breasts. In that position I could feel and hear, that Carol's heart and lungs were working every bit as hard as my own; while, and again like myself, Carol was soaked with perspiration.

We lay there for some while, unmoving and silent; both no doubt wrapped up in our own thoughts. Carol eventually moved slightly and my now flaccid cock slipped free of her pussy; I hoped that Carol's whimper of disappointment at its departure boded well for the future.

Though perhaps not; only a few seconds later I felt Carol's hands push against my shoulders and heard her growl "You need to get off me Jon... you're getting heavy."

I climbed reluctantly to my feet and Carol sat upright on the bed as I did so; when Carol then lent forward to grasp my spent cock, my optimism returned. It climbed higher still when Carol drew my cock towards herself as she leant forward and then went through the roof in the moment that her lips slipped over and closed around it.

Carol indulged me with her mouth for a couple of minutes at least, licking her own hands and fingers clean along the way; that was especially arousing to watch. I was already half way hard again Carol then drew back, traced her tongue around my crown one final time and placed a light kiss on there too, before releasing my cock completely and pushing me away.

I was trying and failing, to mute a whine of disappointment as Carol's eyes lifted to meet my own; Carol was again smiling, but it was a weak and bashful affair. When I tried moving back toward her, Carol held me at arms-length, shook her head and whispered "No... not tonight, it's high time you were getting home."

"But... but you've nearly got me hard again; why did you do that if you're knocking me back?"

That brought a little humour into Carol's eyes "Don't be stupid Jon. If I'd sent you home with come and pussy-juice all over your cock and undies it wouldn't take Jane long to work out that you've been up to no good... Neither would it take her long to discover who with."

I couldn't fault Carol's logic, especially once I'd caught sight of the clock; even another half-hour would have Jane enquiring as to where I'd been; or at least why it'd taken me so long. I remained disappointed though and that no doubt showed in my expression.

Carol addressed that by bouncing to her feet, lifting my hands onto her boobs and giving me a kiss; that was every bit as passionate as the one which proceedings had started with. The tension left my body as we kissed and dissipated completely when Carol concluded by whispering "There'll be other opportunities; pussies are like puppies... they're not just for Christmas."