Family Christmas 2

Kaz’s treatment of my nipple and her destruction of my blouse had come as a surprise. Not unwelcome — the sudden pain and sense of being violated added to my sexual satisfaction (I'll come back to that latter point), but I’d not experienced it from her before and I wanted to know what satisfaction it was giving her. So as we came down from this initial fuck I asked.

“Jeez Kaz, your teeth need registering as dangerous weapons.” She laughed. “Oh sorry. Was it too hard? We’ve been getting into more intense sexy games. I love them and with your kinky streak thought you might too. Sorry.”

“No don’t apologise. It did turn me on. It was just a surprise. Tell me more about these games.”

“It started with one of Craig's introductions. Huh, weird we call them that but still. He did ask before we got going if I liked it rough and I said I had no idea as we’d never played like that. So he asked if I’d like to try. Me and Craig had a quick chat and we agreed. He gave me a word to use if I wanted him to stop anything. Anyway. I found I loved it. It made everything so intense. I’m not saying I’d want every session like it but it’s great once in a while.”

I looked over at Craig. “And you? You fancy being a sub too?”

“No fucking way. But as long as Kaz enjoys it, watching her take it turns me on something crazy.”

I turned back to my daughter, “So what did he do?”

“Well, that first time he spanked me quite hard and slapped and bit my tits and opened my legs and slapped my pussy. My god! That did for me. It was bloody painful but so horny. I came in a great fountain while he did it. Never done that before. Then another time we tried bondage. It makes you feel vulnerable. At least it did me so when he sticks his cock in I’m really helpless. Oh, and you’ll like this bit. We tried watersports. And I’m converted. It needs to be with the whole BDSM thing. Me tied up or held down or something, but yeah, then being peed on. So bloody yuk and not being able to stop it!”

Time to look at Craig again. “You take part in that?”

“Christ yeah. Fucking filthy.”

Craig hadn’t redressed, he was slouched in a chair idly playing with his flaccid cock. Kaz was still fully dressed. I was as horny as hell. Hearing that my daughter was falling into the same degenerate pit as me was turning me on.

I slipped out of my torn blouse, unclasped my bra, and threw it at Craig. “Best we give her a Christmas she won’t forget son-in-law. Watch or help. Your choice.” He caught the bra and wrapped it around his cock which twitched a thank you. He didn’t reply, waiting to see what I had in mind.

Knowing she enjoyed some kinky action changed things. We’d tried peeing and I knew at the time she was a reluctant participant. No good. If people are not getting a huge buzz from what’s happening even if I am, I’ll stop. Now I knew she was on board I could try some things.

First I needed to repay her for ruining my blouse.

I was naked to the waist but still had my skirt on. I stood in front of her lifted it like a can-can dancer and invited her in. Her lips met mine. I dropped the skirt. I’m not sure why (I say that a lot don’t I?) but I find that super sexy. Having a head up my skirt I mean. Sort of giving an upskirt view with perks. It’s more ‘you're where you shouldn’t be’ than simply hiking the skirt up or taking it off. I’m determined to find someone and do it in the office.

Her lips and tongue were working well. She was wearing a thin jumper and I had thought of ripping it off her but realised I wouldn’t be able to. I pulled it up exposing her bra strap. Just undoing it wasn’t what I had in mind. It didn’t look too strong (she doesn’t need a lot of support like me!) so I grasped it in both hands and yanked. The clasps gave way. This was going to be an expensive Christmas on the wardrobe front!

I was disappointed. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, her ministrations to my cunt continued uninterrupted.

I decided to get Craig involved. I pushed Kaz back in the chair and climbed over her, my legs spread wide but her head still up my skirt. I beckoned my son-in-law over. “Get rid of her trousers,” I ordered. He did. Not that it was difficult. She helped by raising her bum at the right moment. “Now her knickers. Then stuff them up her cunt.” I felt her body twitch and go rigid. Good. Insanity is not unknown in our family. My grandfather on my mother’s side was incarcerated for years, but I think even he might have baulked at what this mother was contemplating for her daughter. It certainly wasn’t pre-planned. How could it be? I’d only known for less than an hour she enjoyed it ‘rough’ and more importantly to me, the bit that turned me on the most, that her husband enjoyed watching.

Her knickers, a bikini style, were, I was informed by Craig, now disappearing up her pussy. I gathered that much from her reaction too. She’d stopped kissing and licking me and was trying to extract her head from up my skirt but I wasn’t having it and held her there. “They're in,” Craig announced.

“Good. You hard again?”

“Yep.”

“Okay fuck her.”

“With her pants in there?”

I had a thought. “No. Up her bum.”

I heard a muffled yell from under my skirt and her hands tried pushing the skirt up but I had her wedged between my body and the back of the chair so she had little room to manoeuvre . I felt Craig part her legs. She was protesting but not seriously. If she’d been adamant she wanted this to stop she could have clamped her legs. As it was once Craig had got between them she stopped protesting.

I decided I wanted to see her face. Watch as she got buggered. I didn’t know if she’d ever had anal. Perhaps she had. Perhaps I’d been there, but I have to admit my various encounters and exploits were no longer clear in my mind. On top of which various fantasies were interwoven too. I no longer could be certain what had happened with who and if it was real or imagined.

But tonight she was going to get it up the bum. Craig's cock or my finger. Or both. I’ll teach her to bite my nipple!

I eased my body back and pulled my skirt up. Kaz’s head appeared. I immediately knew what I had planned was going to happen. Her expression said it all.

I climbed off her leaving Craig rimming her with his cock. There was plenty of moisture available to lubricate her but he seemed reluctant to force himself in. I soaked my fingers in the plentiful supply of juice leaking out of her and ran it around her rim chasing Craig’s cock which I gave a quick suck as compensation and replaced him between her legs. Her body arched in anticipation. I let my finger find its way to the centre of her hole. I’ll swear I could feel it puckering but it could have been my fertile imagination. I pushed the tip of my finger in. Slowly. Gently. She frowned. Her head tilted back. I pushed a little more. “Fuck! Ohh!” My money was on her being an anal virgin. Delicious. What a Christmas present. For everyone. She was moaning continuously now. I pushed my finger in more. Now up to the first knuckle. I got on my knees and leaned over her body. Kissed her tit. Her nipple. Put my teeth around it. She expected me to return her bite. I didn’t. I’d save it. I sucked instead and pushed again with my finger. Now to the second knuckle. Her cries of ecstasy and pain were intermingled. Craig was kneeling close by. Wanking. Eyes focused on my disappearing finger.

My finger was now moving. In and out. Soon her cries were of pleasure only. The pain subjugated by the intense erotic joy of my finger violating her bum. It didn’t take long. Her cumming built up and readily exploded giving me yet more nectar. I shared it with Craig. I held a mouthful and let it dribble out over his face. I repeated it over hers. Then lapped it up. A cat with the cream. They were both sated. I was still on the boil.

What was next?