Twelve Days of Christmas - Xmas Eve

"Oh damn," I groaned as she stroked her oily hands on my shaft, trying to pull me towards her and more of me into her. I pulled my hands from her tits and looked down at her. I gently disengaged her hands from my dick, reluctantly. "We can't," I said quietly. "If you want me to finish working on your back, I can do that, but this...I don't feel comfortable with this."

She looked up at me and pouted. "You sure?"

I looked to my wife who just shrugged and then to Lydia, hoping for support, but instead saw nothing but a look of lust as she looked at my glistening cock. "I'm sure."

She lifted her left leg and swung it in front of me, rolling her onto her right side. "God I can't believe how fucking horny I am right now."

"It did that to me too. Just when I was pregnant though. When I wasn't it didn't seem to have the same effect," my wife said to Tara.

"What did you do about it?"

My wife chuckled and shook her head. "The exact same thing you were just trying to do."

I squirted some fresh oil on her butt cheek and started rubbing, searching for the knots I couldn't get to with her on her other side. I felt at least a dozen that were going to have to be worked on, ranging from quite large to small. One at a time I worked on them, leaning towards her each time I pressed on one to give my tired arms a little help. Each time I did, my bare cock rubbed against her oily ass, making it feel like it was growing even harder, if that were possible. I had just finished pushing hard on one of the larger ones when she reached behind her, finding my dick and pushing it between her thighs while I worked the knot out the rest of the way.

"Better," she groaned as I found the next knot.

I knew I shouldn't have my dick where it was. Somewhere deep inside, I knew how this was going to end up, but my willpower to prevent it seemed to fade further away each time I worked a knot, my hands rocking her slightly and, in the process, moving her soft slick thighs back and forth on my dick. I was nearly done. Only a few more small ones to go when she lifted her leg and reached her fingers to her pussy and my fat head pressed against her lips. I pulled back slightly and then, when I leaned forward again to put pressure on the next knot, felt my oiled head slip easily into her an inch or two. I worked the knot out with my head just inside her, the gentle rocking motion working her pussy on and off me slightly, teasing me even more.

"Ohhhhhh fuck," she moaned. "That's what I need."

I gave up on working on her butt and lifted her leg into the air. I pulled it up and past me until she was laying on her back, my cock pulling from her as I did. I slid my knees apart and pushed my head down between her lips again, feeling it slide between them and into her a couple inches. I squirted some oil on my left hand and reached for her tits, the motion pushing me slightly deeper into her. I grabbed one of her tits and massaged it, squeezing her nipple between my fingers and palm. With my right hand, I reached down to her pussy and using my thumb, began to stroke small circles over and around her clit. It had the desired effect. In moments she had her feet on the bed by my knees and was lifting and dropping her hips, working my cock in and out of her pussy just a little bit while I teased her clit. Maybe I was kidding myself by saying it wasn't really having sex, I was, after all, just helping her relieve her need.

It didn't take long. It never had with my wife, and Tara seemed to respond about the same. I was hoping for that. As much as I wanted to fuck her, as much as I knew I WAS fucking her, I wasn't at all sure I wanted to be pumping a load into her. If I could get her off before that happened, if I could get her to climax while I had a little self control left... I was pretty sure either my wife or Lydia would be more than happy to finish me off, IF I could get that far! I continued to work on her clit, her moans growing much louder than I wanted, her hips still pumping up and down, working me in and out of her a couple inches. "Oh God. Gonna come," she moaned loudly. "Soooooo going to come."

"That's it. Just let it happen," I coaxed, trying hard not to let her surprisingly tight young pussy get the best of me.

"Almost," she whispered. "Almost! OHHHHHH!" she squealed as her body started to squeeze around my hard cock. She held her ass up off the bed as her body shuddered and trembled. I couldn't help but push in just a little more, a little deeper, feel her spasming pussy around my shaft, my brain no longer thinking clearly. As much as I wanted to pump into her, I pulled out of her and grabbed my dick. I started stroking it frantically as I inched my already close orgasm closer. She reached for me, pushing my hands from my dick and replacing them with her own. Her oily hands stroked me as I looked up from her sexy body towards my wife. If I expected anything, it wasn't what I saw. She was on her knees, her legs splayed apart. She had her shorts pulled aside and two fingers rubbing her clit frantically. One hand was under the short crop top, clearly squeezing and playing with her own breast. I looked up further, looking to her face, to her eyes. She stared at me, looking first at my eyes and then down to Tara stroking my cock.

I jerked with an uncontrollable spasm, a gush of cum squirting up and over her big belly all the way to Tara's face. The long white rope of cum landed on her chin and down her chest between her tits. The second jerk added to that, missing her chin by a few inches but landing on one tit and her stomach.

"Oh fuck!" I heard my wife grunt, pulling my attention from Tara. I watched her shudder and tremble for long seconds, her fingers now slowly stroking herself, her hand squeezing and pulling one nipple yet. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she groaned with a little waver in her voice, her eyes now staring at my spurting cock.

My cum had reduced to a drool out of my quickly shrinking cock, still held in Tara's hands, leaking onto her auburn curls and pussy. I frowned and looked down at my cum on her body and felt more than a little guilty. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Hell, I shouldn't have even been rubbing on your body this way."

"You did exactly what I wanted. I wanted my back to feel better and mom warned me. She said what it did to her. I told her I didn't care. If it made my back stop hurting, I was more than willing to do anything with you," she said. "And it did fix my back. It was also one of the hardest orgasms I've had in months. So I'm not complaining."

"What's Jason going to say?"

"Who plans on telling him? I'm not," she answered with a soft chuckle.

"Secrets aren't good in a relationship," I said, looking up at my wife, who suddenly got a guilty look on her face.

"Secrets are better than divorce," Tara said. "It'll just be our secret. No one else needs to know."

It seemed like secrets were what my life was turning into. Secrets and sex. I wasn't complaining about sex. The secrets though..."

"I think you should go take a shower. Get all that off of you," my wife said.

"And while you do that, I think I'm going to see if I can coax him to give me a little. Watching him has me really horny!" Lydia said. "How about it Scott? Willing to let me get that dick hard so I can ride on it?"

"Now?"

"Can you think of a better time? You just lay down here and let me do the hard work."

I lay down and Lydia crawled over me, her face over my dick and her pussy over my face. I pushed the short skirt up over her bare ass and pulled her down towards my face. She spread her knees apart to get more comfortable as I looked at her dark blonde curl covered pussy. I tentatively licked her lips while she started to lick and suck my dick. I pulled the top of her dress down over her tits and started playing with them, gently pinching and pulling her nipples while I worked my tongue between her lips to find her clit.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned with my soft dick in her mouth. She seemed not to mind either the oil or the pussy juice as she worked to get me hard again. The two of us teased each other for long minutes. Tara came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and crawled on the bed next to my wife. She reached out and stroked her fingers through my short hair, watching me licking Lydia's wet lips. By the time Lydia declared my dick hard enough, I could hear the soft squish of fingers rubbing pussies. When Lydia pulled off of me, I looked over to see both my wife and Tara playing with their pussies.

Lydia stood up on the bed, pulled off the dress and squatted down over me. She aimed my dick at her pussy and sunk down onto me as she rolled her legs to her knees. She started slow, lifting and lowering herself on my shaft in long even strokes. I watched her tits sway and wiggle with each stroke. I reached for her big tits, cupping each massive mound, squeezing them. She moaned quietly and started bouncing faster, her ass slapping loudly against my thighs as she pounded down on me.

Tara interrupted my view of Lydia's fantastic tits when she leaned over me, her towel unwrapped so her front was exposed. She leaned her chest over my face and aimed one of her perky breasts at my mouth. "Suck on it! I wanna feel you suck my nipple."

At that point, I didn't care what tit was in my mouth. Sucking a sexy breast just heightened the whole experience. Tara moaned softly as I sucked and nibbled her nipple, and Lydia panted and gasped as she pounded herself onto me. I knew it wasn't going to be much longer for either Lydia or myself.

"HOLY SHIT! DAD! AUNT LYDIA! WHAT THE FUCK?" I heard my daughter Christy cry out.

Tara pulled her tit from my mouth, wrapping the towel back around herself. Lydia abruptly pulled off of me, grabbed the dress off the end of the bed as she crawled off, darting into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. That left me laying with my dick sticking in the air, glistening with Lydia's juices. I looked towards the bedroom door and saw my daughter and her husband staring, her at me, him at Tara.

"What the fuck Dad?" my daughter asked again, "fucking Aunt Lydia?" I sat up and looked for my shorts. I didn't find them, so I pulled the towel Tara had been laying on across my lap to cover my hard-on. "And Tara naked in here? What the fuck is going on?"

"It's not what you think," my wife started to explain. "Your father was just fixing Tara's back. Lydia got a little turned on and wanted a little sex."

"And you're alright with that? Dad fucking your sister? Jesus Mom, what the fuck has gotten into you? I mean, look at yourself. Your boobs are practically hanging out of that shirt and those shorts aren't covering anything. Your whole pussy is showing!"

"HEY! Just can it. We're consenting adults. What we choose to do is our business. I don't give a crap if you approve or not. It's not your life, it's ours. And if you wanna chew someone out, you can start with your husband, since he's staring at your Mom's pussy and rubbing his dick." I snapped at her angrily. "Where the fuck do you get off judging us anyway?"

She turned and looked at her husband. "RUSS! Shit! My mom?" He just shrugged and looked sheepish. She pushed past him and stormed out of the room. Russ turned and followed. Tara slid off the bed and closed the door.

"I better get dressed," she said, dropping the towel and stepping to the pile of clothes sitting on the dresser. I watched her dress and then pulled a pair of underwear from my dresser drawer. "Thank you...for fixing my back and the other."

"You're welcome," I said after she leaned to me and gave me a kiss.

The remainder of the afternoon was...awkward. Russ was trying to look at my wife without looking like he was. Christy seemed to be on a slow burn. Lydia had changed into something more covering and blushed every time she looked at Russ. Jason just seemed confused. I wasn't sure what he'd been told, but I was pretty sure it wasn't what I'd done to Tara.

After dinner we all changed for church, Nancy putting on a short red dress and stockings, intentionally leaving the underwear on the end of the bed. Not that I was complaining. She looked FANTASTIC! I wore my suit and tie, as usual.

Lydia looked equally good in a knee length dark blue dress and my daughter in a dress almost as short as my wife's. Tara wore a midthigh cream colored sweater dress that stretched snugly over her big belly, and a pair of knee length black boots. When we got to church I found myself seated with my wife on my right and Tara on my left, my son on the other side of her.

Each time we sat, my wife pulled my hand to her thigh, making sure my fingers were curled to the inside, able to stroke her soft skin. Each time she seemed to inch it higher as well, working my hand slowly up to the hem of her skirt and eventually under it. During the message, she lay the hymnal on her lap to cover the fact that she pulled my hand all the way up until my fingers touched her bare pussy. Her wetness was evident to my fingers almost as soon as I touched her lips. The excitement she described from last week was apparently equally evident this week.

One unique thing about the Christmas Eve service is the candlelight portion. Every parishioner is given a candle and the church lights are turned off. We then sing Silent Night by candlelight. I held the now lit candle in my right hand, holding it up to help light the hymnal in my wife's left hand. As soon as the lights went down, I felt a bump against my hip and then a hand find my left hand. In moments my left hand was drawn to the hem of Tara's sweater dress and coaxed up under it. She pulled my hand up her thigh until my fingers found her completely bare pussy. She didn't let go of my hand and used her fingers to rub my fingers between her lips. I could feel her wetness as she stroked my fingers up her slit until I could feel her hard little clit. Only then did she remove her hand, clearly intending me to leave mine where she had moved it.

I glanced down and in the dark, I couldn't see that my hand had her skirt hiked up, or more the point, with the cream color of the dress, I couldn't tell where her skirt ended and where her now bare thigh started. I let my fingers gently stroke her clit, which is what I expected she intended.

The song ended all too soon to suit me but left me no choice. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and tugged her dress hem back down where it belonged, hopefully no one the wiser.

I half expected that on the way home there would be some conversation about what had happened today, but my wife, Lydia, Chrystie and her husband seemed determined to avoid the subject.

When we got home it was time for the all important present pile. With the kids now having to share Christmas time with another family, we'd decided that we'd do presents on Christmas Eve and then the kids would share Christmas with their other families on Christmas day.

The kids distributed the pile of presents around the tree, and is our tradition, we opened them in age order, youngest first. We all watched as one at a time the kids opened their gifts. With the four kids done, my wife was next, younger than me by only a month. She worked her way down her pile of gifts, leaving the two store wrapped gifts for last. She knew where I had purchased them, so I was sure she had some expectation of what kind of gift they contained. Over the years I had tried getting her sexy nightgowns and other such things and had long since given up. Though the last few days made me suspect that those gifts would no longer be frowned upon. Just the same, I suspected that the nightgown and satin bathrobe I got her this year would be well received.

She picked up the first one and grinned at me. "If I were to guess, I'd guess someone got me lingerie!"

"Guess you'll have to open it to find out," I answered her with a smile.

She tore the paper open and opened the box within. She looked down into the box curiously and then looked up at me with a grin. "I wouldn't have expected this from you." She reached into the box and pulled out two packages. The first was a pair of lacy black thong panties, which was a surprise, because I hadn't ordered underwear. The more shocking thing was the small vibrator and remote that were clearly intended to be used with the underwear. "Wearable vibrators? Seriously naughty." The other package she held up looked kind of like a letter C that had been sat on, with one half being quite a bit fatter than the other. One portion presumably to insert into her vagina and the smaller portion to rest between her lips against her clit.

"I didn't..." I started to say as she leaned towards me.

"I LOVE THEM!" she cried excitedly before she kissed me on the cheek. "I can't wait to see what else you got me!"

She set them on her lap and picked up the other package and ripped it open quickly. She opened the box and looked down at it. One at a time she pulled the contents of the box out. The first piece looked like a corset or something similar that appeared to have part of the cups of a bra. It was made of a slick looking black leather but seemed to be soft and flexible. Hanging from the bottom edge were long straps that seemed to have some kind of clips on the ends. She next pulled out a package of black silk stockings. She set those both down and pulled out what looked like a bathrobe, but it was made of black sheer material. She leaned over and rubbed it against my face. "Silk. Real silk. I gotta go put this on!" she said jumping up and practically running towards the bedroom.

"Well...um...Lydia, maybe you should go. She'll no doubt want to be back to watch me open mine," I said awkwardly, knowing that I hadn't bought either of those boxes of presents. Someplace there is a woman looking at a silk nightgown and wondering what her husband had been thinking.

Lydia was nearly done opening her small pile of gifts when Nancy came back from the bedroom. I was shocked she walked out in front of everyone dressed the way she was. The sheer black robe did nothing to hide the fact that the corset or whatever it was, cupped and lifted her big tits, making them stick out significantly from her chest, her areola and rock hard nipples poking out completely exposed. Her legs were cased in the black silk stockings, held up by the garter straps on the bottom of the corset, leaving a wide swath of bare skin from her upper thigh to her hips completely bare and exposed, including her entire pussy. She had added her tallest pair of black high heels to the outfit, making her look incredibly sexy. Though not appropriate for the present company, I had to admit that it was the kind of look I'd wished to see on her for many years. She walked towards me and swooshed the see-through black robe out and over my head as she sat down on my lap, her legs both hanging over one side of mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled our faces together in a long wet kiss.

"I love it. It's just perfect," she said quietly while everyone stared speechless at her. "We'll have to try the vibrators later. I'm afraid this will make all my gifts for you seem pretty tame. I had no idea you could be so naughty!" I didn't have the heart to tell her that I haven't bought any of that for her and that somehow there was a mix up at the store. She pulled the sheer robe from over my head and settled into the recliner with me. "You're turn now."

I couldn't help but see Russ staring at Nancy's exposed breasts and pussy while I unwrapped my packages. My son was looking also, even though he was trying not to. Christy was sitting with her arms crossed, clearly upset, but trying not to lash out with the anger she clearly felt.

I worked my way down the pile, until I opened the last box. It wasn't large, and the tag said it was from my wife. She grinned at me as I unwrapped it. It was a tube shaped container that contained long sticks. Each stick had either a question or action on it. A sexy truth or dare game. "Just a little something to play when we have friends over." She whispered before kissing me softly.