A great chrismas

It was noon on Christmas day, with Lena relieved from her duties to spend the holiday with her family as she was lovingly kissing her girlfriend, Emily, while under the mistletoe; their tongues competing fiercely as their recently adopted son, John, looked on with glee.

John came into their lives when he was rescued from the scene of a blast that inadvertently destroyed his home, with his original parents presumed dead; truthfully on a vacation cruise, but he figured that it'd be better to go and check out a couple hot dykes than stay for a couple months at a hotel off of his living family's dime, so he played up his sob story and got to stay with his rescuer. Seeing his two adoptive moms, he had no regrets and didn't care if his 'misunderstanding' excuse was going to work once the truth came out.

His hands groped Tracer's phat ass, as she laid face down under a mistletoe covered tree, her head turned to kiss her partner in the same position next to her, their arms bound in tinsel, as they groaned out from their adopted son's touch while basking in the warmth of a nearby fire place.

Looking away from his prize, John saw the jolly old man that made this possible give him a nod to continue, while he himself enjoyed getting sucked off in a recliner by a purple hot chick dressed in a festive slutty outfit; no doubt acquired the same way that let John enjoy his milfs.

Christmas Morning: a couple hours prior

"Are you sure this is what you want for your first Christmas here?, instead of a couple gifts from me and Em' each?" tracer asked

"Yes, I'm sure, I used to see him all the time with m-my family"

"I know, but really a stage magician?, aren't they supposed to use crowds, and I haven't even heard of this guy, but he charges so much?" Emily chimed in

"it's because he's that good and you two are a good enough crowd already" John said, suppressing a smirk as he waited for his blackmarket hypnotist to arrive after being paid a month worth of hotel and living fees from him and the entirety of Lena and Emily's Christmas budget.

Eventually he simply barged through the door, John left unlocked, with his holiday assistant in tow, until he was in front of the couple of milfs, flashing a device while in a rush to get things over with as Tracer nearly ran out, grabbing her family to get away, stammering "Widow!..", before being held dearly by her 'son' as her vision dazed along with Emily's.

Calming down, the elderly guy glared, "You lucky brat, I usually don't go this cheap, but you had to stack the Christmas, law-enforcement, and two for one deals together" he grumbled before getting to work and ordering "Get something to tie them up, while I bring up the subconscious minds"; clearly busy around the holiday season.

After digging up their suppressed urges for cock, and sinking down anything that could get in the way of them being free-use personal sluts, with their maternal desire to care mixed around, the professional said that they were ready for a test drive after hours of conditioning.

Present

Unwrapping his present, he pulled down her tight pants, showing a tightly smothered thong; she originally got to show off to Emily. "Oi how do ya like it Lov?" she said shaking her ass as it got a smack, and she acted like it was always meant for him. "I think he likes It" Emily quickly added as they both looked over their shoulders at their new master. Taking off her thong and taking out his cock, they both cheered "Yes, stick it in me, I why didn't I go for this sooner!", "trace, it's time for you to really take the lad in!"

Pressing in against her tight pussy lips, she groaned out as he groped her big ass and amazed at having 'Milfs' so well built, without having them plowed by any non-plastic dong before, as she finally felt stretched out by a real cock ramming deep into her as her tongue rolled and her partner watched; feeling happy for her and her son's pleasure.

"YES, yes fuck Me yes!!" she screamed out as his full balls started clapping against her plump ass and thighs. "Yes just gift my cunt with all of that cock!" she groaned his tip pounding on her cervix.

"Do you like it more than pussy?"

"Omh~ a-a lass can't get this deep, oh fuck!" she said, submitting fully as she throbbed around him. Feeling her body intensify, she spoke her jumbled thoughts "Oi fuck, Oi fuck at this rate I'll only be a-able of c-cuming from your great cock, just a sleeve to wank off m-my my own LAD!!" as she was cumming her adjusted brains out to the thought of being a sextoy for the young man in her care instead of a dyke.

Pulling out of Tracer as her body shuddered and he gave her ass a couple slaps, he turned his to the red head of the pair; looking expectantly as she struggled to masturbate herself into the floor with her hands too tied to jill off to getting cucked. After flipping her over, she spread her legs and helped him take off her pants; showing her pantyless snatch that was intended as a surprise gift to flash Lena.

"Yes, shag me just like her, both your cock nursing whores!" she cried half looking up at her master and half at the girl she loved and wanted to end just like 'in a cock drunken state'. He rammed into her deeply, with her pussy feeling just as unprepared for real cock as the slut next to her, but slightly tighter from topping Tracer more often and using mainly her lover's tongue than any strap that she'd be wearing instead.

Watching Emily moan out from being deeply penetrated, Tracer crawled over by her chin and started kissing her now sister in being a cock addicted lesbo-traitor. A grunt was shared between them as Emily took a deep thrust and Lena got her ass slapped as a reward joining, before John went to rip open Emily's sweater, causing her bouncing tits to spill out and grope with the hand opposite to Tracer's ass; as he squeezed both.

"yes, our titties all for you!"

"all of us!" Lena added

"Y-you might not have popped outta us! but Oh~m this cock sure has gone in and out! that's all that counts, all that.." she mewled out as her legs locked around him, and feeling touched by that, he leaned forward into a mating press as he traded between kissing either while fucking Emily.

Watching them kiss, and kissing one while the other whispered lines like "fuck her/shag her, use me, all our cunts are good for is treating son cock, Mothers for you to use" he went balls deep clapping against her thighs, as Emily's mind grew drunk to pleasure, and during John was slightly spooked to see widow-maker, with cum all over her face, sneak up cutting their bindings, with the professional giving the all clear as they went to grope each other and the master they were clearly submissive to completely.

Emily's legs shook as she came with him deep inside, moaning "you're grown as fuck!, b-but our pussies exist only to raise your cock every day!" offering herself up as her body went limp; moving lazily, embraced with fellow **** to cock, as John pulled out on the brink of finishing while staring at his two perfect whores.

Seeing his cock still at attention, they both fully stripped and moved to their knees to jerk, lick and kiss as they worshiped it, with each taking a turn sucking, before he finally erupted across their faces and chests, as they looked on proudly to have finished their job.

After enjoying what is to be first of many orgasms with his new family of cock addicted milfs, that he had yet to turn into full traditionally knocked mothers with hormonally filled breasts, John was briefly taken out of focusing on his afterglow and noticed the one he had to thank was taking a picture of the scene with his own slut in the frame; excusing "Sorry, sometimes I just need a reminder of why I do this-" he said laughing and making a couple prints, "-and this sure makes one hell of a holiday card"

He went off to his other jobs this holiday, and John got the best gift of all, a couple sexy milf bitches enslaved to his cock.

Future/(end)

(Lots and lots of fucking)