1.
Carol relaxed her naked body back into her favorite armchair and sighed happily as she rested her head back against the antimacassar and within seconds was asleep. Ray, nude too, of course, smiled proudly at his wife who had worked bloody hard since the crack of Christmas morning getting the festive dinner ready and it was hardly surprising that she was now well and truly knackered. Though, giggled Ray to himself, a lot of that was probably due not just to preparing Chrismas dinner but also to the fact that they'd been awake into the early hours sucking and fucking with their sons Ryan and Luke.
Ray and his sons had offered to help Carol get the dinner ready and had done their best but Carol was an expert housewife and preferred to do things her way by herelf, although Ray had peeled the potatoes and Ryan and Luke had cooked the mini-sausages and roll mops before letting their mother get on with it.
"Go and amuse yourselves, boys," Carol had said, "I'm much better off on my own."
"We don't like you working hard like this all by yourself," Ryan had replied, with genuine concern, "do we, Luke?"
"Sure, no," Luke had replied, "it don't seem fair mom doing it all by herself."
"You three can do the washing up afterwards," Carol had smiled back at her naked sons, pleased that they had at least offered to help, "now, get lost!"
"Come on, Luke," Ryan had said, smiling in the knowledge that his mother's last two words had been spoken in jest, "let's get dressed and go and build a snowman."
It had snowed really hard on Christmas Eve, the first White Christmas for several years, and Ryan had only just managed to complete the journey from his home in the city before the blizzard had started to rage. Ryan had been so pleased to get away for a few days back to his horny loving family and, within half an hour of arriving, he had given his mother her first Christmas present, not making her want to wait until Christmas Day. Carol had been only too pleased to get her present immediately, unwrapping her son's pants and unzipping his fly as Ryan offered her his aroused prick for sucking before he had returned the compliment by treating his mother to a long hard lick of her pussy.
Ryan had resisted the temptation to have a wank that morning and thus, when he came, had well and truly bathed Carol's face and tits in several lavish helpings of his thick hot incestuous jizz. After Carol came as well, they had showered together and gone downstairs to the lounge where Ray was licking Luke's asshole, having sucked his youngest son's prick first as a reward for Luke beating him in another of their regular games of chess. Ryan and Carol hadn't wasted a second getting involved in the proceedings as the Sheldrake Family Sex Club had swung into action for the first time since the summer. True, Ray, Carol and Luke had done many threesomes in the interim while Ryan slaved away in the city and, enjoyable as they had been, nothing compared to when all four members of the club were present and as horny as fuck into the bargain.
Ray and Carol and their two sons had sucked and fucked away into the early hours and when Carol had gone into the kitchen in the morning, after just four hours' sleep, her ass and cunt still felt delightfully sore from all the heavy poundings they had received from her three wonderful men whom she loved so much and never stopped thinking how lucky they all were to share such a beautiful relationship. Likewise, the assholes of Ray, Ryan and Luke were quite sore, too, since, as always when the Sheldrake Family Sex Club got together, the men were always eager to explore their gay sides and Carol was only too eager to sit and watch as they put on a hot show for her. She loved watching her sons taking it up the ass from their father and also her husband getting fucked hard by his sons who had inherited their parents' intense enthusiasm for sex and always gave it everything the club meetings everything they had ...
2.
Ryan and Luke's assholes were still sore as they'd pulled on their clothes and put on thick coats and woolly hats and wrapped their scarves round their necks before theydescended the stairs again. Ray had looked up as they entered the lounge with a look of perplexity on his face.
"Oh, its you two," he said, after a few moments, "I didn't recognise you with your clothes on."
"Oh, ha ha, dad," Ryan had laughed, "I've not heard that one before, I shall have to write it down so I don't forget."
"Aren't you coming outside too, dad?" Luke had asked.
"No bloody fear," Ray had replied, "its too fucking cold for an oldie like me. You two can relive your childhoods if you want to but I'm staying put."
The brothers had smiled at their father as they opened the front door and let themselves out into a world of stillness and calm, as it always seemed to be when it snowed. It was, indeed, a winter wonderland, like the ones of old when Carol and Ray were children, and several of the neighborhood kids were out and about and a few snowmen already decorated the blanche-white street.
"Let's make ours the best," Luke had said as he'd gone round the side of the house to the shed to fetch a couple of shovels. Snowballs were flying through the air to cries of happiness from the infant kids who were probably seeing snow for the very first time in their lives. One had narrowly missed hitting Ryan on the shoulder but he didn't mind, he simply scrunched up some snow in his hand, formed it into a ball, and threw it back in the direction of the culprit who giggled as he ducked out the way and the snowball slammed into the side of a tree.
By the time Ryan and Luke had completed the snowman, putting stones in for the eyes, nose and mouth, it had been almost time for dinner. The brothers had returned thankfully to the warmth of the house and, after warming up, had gone upstairs to divest themselves of their clothes. Ray had been busy laying the table and half an hour later. they'd all sat down to dinner in the nude as befitted their status as a full blown naturist family, the only things they wore being the silly paper hats they'd got after they'd pulled a few crackers.
"Merry Christmas, everybody," Ray had said, raising his glass and the others had done likewise.
"Yeah," said Ryan, "and a happy nude year. Bet nobody else in this street is sitting down to Christmas dinner naked."
The dinner itself had been delicious, Carol was and is an excellent cook and now she was sound asleep in her armchair while Ray dozed semi-consciously in his.
