All participants are of legal age. This is a figment of my imagination, only brain cells have been hurt whilst writing this story.
It was a snowy awakening on Christmas morning. I was looking forward to going out with my family to visit our grandparents, but when I drew back the curtains and saw the overnight snowfall lying on the ground I wondered if we could make the 2 hour drive to their house in the country. We lived by the sea where there was usually far less snow than inland and I suspected that we would not be travelling today or for the next few days for that matter.
We are a family of four, living a very comfortable life in a five bedroomed house overlooking the English Channel; unfortunately the house is down a narrow country lane and about 3 miles from the main road. My father, Dave Masters, is a 40 year old hotel owner; he is slightly overweight being about 5' 10" and 220lbs. My mother, Nancy, is a 38 year old brunette, the HR Director of a local pharmaceutical company and, unlike my father, keeps herself in trim being 5' 3" and 125lbs. My sister, Tess, is my twin and we are 19 year old university students. Tess was studying for a BA in Hotel Management & Hospitality while I was going for a BSc in Chemistry. Although we are twins we are actually physically quite different, Tess takes after our mother, same colour eyes (blue), same colour hair (blonde), thank goodness, and they might easily be taken for sisters as she is just an inch taller at 5' 4" and weighs about the same (not that I dared to ask her exactly how much; I'd had enough bruises to last me a life time from what she called "inappropriate questions"); whereas I, Ben, am just 6' and weigh in at 190lbs. Normally during our holidays Tess and I help out in one of our family's hotels; I work as a porter and general "dog's body" while Tess helps out in Reception & Administration. However, as it was Christmas we were excused duties for the whole break.
I put on my boxers, polo shirt, and a pair of jeans and strolled downstairs. Mum was in the kitchen preparing breakfast but there was no sign of my father or sister. "Morning Mum, Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas darling," Mum cooed. "You're up early."
"Yeah, well I thought we were driving over the grandad's but that snow doesn't look good."
"No I know; your father's in the study speaking to them on the phone right now." Mum looked absolutely gorgeous; she had a dark red dress on with white fur round the edges and looked totally hot for a 38 year old mother of two. I walked up to her and put my arms round her and kissed her on the lips.
"Like the outfit; you look really hot Mum. Dad's a lucky guy to have you in his bed." I whispered.
"Baby, that's most inappropriate. You shouldn't say those things to your mother, even at Christmas." Mum mewled as I kissed her neck and punched me lightly on my arm. "What if your father heard his son talking to his wife like that?"
"Nothing but the truth Mum, you are a teenager's dream and nightmare at the same time." I moved my face up to hers and kissed her again on the lips, but this time with a greater intensity. She made no move to break away despite her previous protests. My tongue was quickly in her mouth before she could move and I was thrilled to hear her moan in her throat as she reciprocated.
Finally she pulled back, breathing heavily and red in the face with suppressed emotion, "Why a dream and a nightmare?" She panted, I could see the carnal lust in her eyes and I kissed her again.
"You're a dream because every one of my friends thinks you look fantastic and a nightmare because they know they'll never be able to fuck you."
"BEN," Mum went an even deeper red, "you mustn't say such things about your own mother." She was panting even faster as she spoke, but remained pressed against me, not breaking away from my tight grip and even rubbing her hips and mound against my rock solid prick. "Don't you have a girl friend at Uni? I'm sure that a hunk like you would have girls crawling over each other to get into your bed."
"I'll admit to one or two, but nothing serious." I had enjoyed a couple of brief affairs that had been physically very satisfactory but they hadn't progressed beyond casual sex, agreeable though that had been. "Anyway, I never say anything unless it's true." I laughed. "I know six guys who'd go on their knees and beg."
"What about you?" Mum moaned. "Are you any good at begging?" She was rubbing her sensual body against my very obvious hard-on.
"Very." I boasted. "How else do you think I get laid?"
"Hmmm, I think that this could have something to do with it;" She put her hand on my cock and squeezed; "Maybe I'll see you beg one day." Mum giggled provocatively and stepped out of my embrace as Dad walked down the hall from his study. I turned quickly so that Dad wouldn't notice my obvious arousal.
"Bad news I'm afraid; your Mum and Dad have over three feet of snow in their part of the county and the snow ploughs will be a long time in getting round to the country lanes."
"So, there's no dinner with Mum and Dad then?" My mother said sadly. "The problem is we don't have a Christmas dinner prepared here at home. I never picked up anything from the butchers as we always go there."
"We'll just have to make do; it won't be so bad." Dad sounded quite philosophical about it and Mum just shrugged her shoulders. Mind you that in its self was as good as a present since the gesture caused her 38 inch breasts to bounce quite erotically. "Why don't I make up some egg nog as we won't be driving anywhere soon?"
"Good idea," Mum replied, "I'll see what I can rustle up for lunch." She gave Dad a warm kiss and started to look through the fridge for anything she could use. He went to lounge to the drinks cabinet to mix the egg nog. Mum was bending down searching the fridge for something to use for lunch and as she rummaged on the bottom two shelves the hem of her red dress rode up her deliciously rounded buttocks and I was treated to a grandstand view of her white lacy panties cupping the pronounced bulge of her mound just above the tops of her flesh coloured stockings.