Extra Presents

Sean and Harvey waited awkwardly in the great room for the women. The younger man appeared to be still in a bit of a daze over the revelations. For the more experienced older man, Harvey suddenly didn't know what to say. Asking how it was fucking your mother last night didn't seem like an appropriate topic to start a conversation. Nor did comparing their mutual experiences with Caterina. That information was on a need-to-know basis, and Harvey felt nobody else needed to know about his secret dalliances with the cheer co-captain, especially his daughter.

With the weird tension in the room, Sean rocked back in startlement when a click sounded before music began to play. Harvey managed to take it in stride while he turned to study the shelf with his sound system. A quick musing led to amusement as he realized Whitney must have palmed the remote control while exiting the room. That meant her plan included music, which intrigued him. Yet, he doubted his scheming daughter planned to use random soft rock for whatever she planned.

Both men’s heads turned to face the hallway when they heard the master bedroom’s door creak open softly. Two separate sets of click-clacks started up and continued until they heard a frustrated moan.

The click-clacking stopped while the sound system switched stations. Soft rock switched to R&B before landing on the sudden jarring sound of polka playing. That drew Sean’s attention away from the hallway and to the bookshelf. Harvey grinned as a curse echoed down from the end of the cabin. Finally, the music switched again.

The click-clacking resumed as “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” began to play.

Bridget and Whitney emerged from out of sight, walking in stride side-by-side. Harvey’s eyebrows raised, and Sean’s jaw dropped.

Somewhere in the back of Sean’s mind, he recalled Whitney’s smirk and whispered bits of conversation on the first night at the cabin. They dealt with Owen’s X-rated present and Whitney's surprise. Later today, Sean would also remember the college student’s drained face when he returned from receiving his present, but for now, Sean stared in shock and awe at the sights before his eyes.

The two blondes stopped at the great room entrance to conduct their first pose. Whitney wore a green babydoll chemise. The sexiness of the one-piece outfit wasn't what surprised Sean the most; it was the cuteness factor that confused the teen. It didn't feel like a Whitney outfit. Sure, it featured plenty of skin, with only half-cups covering her large breasts. Faux-white fur covered the tops of those cups, while white lace trimmed the short skirt portion of the babydoll. A thin black belt and buckle ran just under Whitney's plentiful bust to further the Christmas imagery.

If the younger blonde's outfit had a cute playfulness to it, then the older buxom blonde's screamed pure sex appeal. Bridget wore a semi-transparent red robe. Fake white fur trim lined every edge of the robe, including the cuffs of its long sleeves. And if the long sleeves covered an abundance of skin, the robe's middle provided a counterbalance. A deep-v neckline led down to the one spot covered by the robe's red ribbon-like ties. Creating a bow, the red ties did little to hide the eye-popping cleavage manufactured by Bridget's large breasts. The skin show continued under the bow as the robe flared back out, showing off Bridget's flat stomach and tiny pair of red lace panties.

With a quick glance out of the side of their eyes, the two blondes nodded and resumed their entrance. The click-clacking of their four-inch high heels—Whitney’s green pair and Bridget’s borrowed cherry red ones–only ended when the two beauties stepped onto the rug in front of the fireplace. Along the way, both men’s eyes were drawn to the exaggerated sway the women added to their walk and what it did to certain parts of their bodies.

“Like what you see?” Bridget purred, stopping in front of Sean.

“Wha–How?” Sean sputtered.

“Oh, Whitney just had these old things lying around,” Bridget joked.

“Owen definitely didn’t deserve the third option,” Whitney complained, sparking a memory in Sean’s brain.

“So Mrs. Claus and…Elf Girl?” Harvey inquired, flashing a bemused grin.

“Elf Girl?!”

While Whitney shrieked in indignation, Bridget motioned with her finger for the younger blonde to twirl around. Sean noticeably gulped upon seeing how the tiny green babydoll’s bottom covered just over half of his classmate’s toned ass. And despite seeing his mother’s naughty side last night, he still felt shocked at the way Bridget nonchalantly slapped Whitney’s firm ass cheek.

“More like Elf Lass,” Bridget quipped. “However, Whitney already played Mrs. Claus this week, so I’m thinking Momma Claus and Miss Claus.”

“Mother and daughter?” Harvey questioned, glancing back and forth between the two women.

Both he and Sean noticed and appreciated how similar the two blondes looked. If someone didn't know better, they'd assume they were mother and daughter. Based on their appearances and similar attitudes. That thought suddenly made Sean uneasy.

“Does that interest you?” Bridget responded playfully.

Then, as "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" started to play, the two blondes shared a look. Suddenly, as if choreographed beforehand, Whitney spun around while Bridget did the same behind her. The twin moves led the younger blonde to stand before her rescuer, and Bridget stood in front of her older sister's ex-boyfriend. Each blonde cocked their outer arms, posing with a hand on their hip.

This time, Harvey gave the startled move back, while Sean didn’t flinch because he didn’t recognize the ramifications of the switch.

“Ready to start the new year with your first reward, Seanie?”

“What?” the blond-haired teen responded before it dawned on him. “You…we’re…going to…”

“Only if you unwrap your present properly, buster,” Whitney scolded, placing her other hand on a hip as well. “Geez, I’ve already told you that this is going to happen. Are those pills lowering your IQ when the blood rushes to your–”

“Be nice,” Bridget reminded.

Her words broke Sean out of shock and also caused him to realize that she was standing in front of Mr. Diamond.

“Mom?” Sean asked, the content of his query going unquestioned.

“What do you say, Harv? Is this the type of present that you’d like to unwrap?” Bridget asked sassily. To emphasize her question, the gorgeous doctor ran a finger from her neck down to her abundant cleavage.

“Oh, he’s going to definitely want your goodies, Bridget,” Whitney answered for her father.

“I don’t know about that, honey. I seem to recall your father saying something not long ago about viewing me as a cousin or sister.”

With those words, Bridget stepped forward to stand between Harvey's partially spread legs. Next, she leaned forward, stretching her arms out to place a hand on top of the sofa next to each side of Harvey. The position brought her barely contained chest close to the man's face. At the other end of the couch, Sean's eyes widened at the sultry way his mother peered down at Mr. Diamond. He also could see those D-cups jiggle around under the holiday-themed robe.

"So, is that still how you view me, Harv? Are you disinterested in sampling Bev's little sister's goodies? Worried about taking another of my parents' daughters? Or feeling guilty and naughty about desiring your surrogate kid sister/cousin?"

Whitney and Sean watched in fascination as Harvey's face remained stonefaced. The daughter fully expected her father to ravage such a sexy woman like Bridget, so she felt a bit confused by her dad's seeming ****. Sean didn't know what the hell to think or expect. His whole life has been turned upside down lately.

Spurred further by the non-reaction, Bridget moved to her right side, leaning in toward Harvey’s ear. To accommodate the shift, she removed her left hand from the top of the couch, preferring to lift her left leg onto the sofa cushion, placing it beside Harvey’s thigh.

“Wanna know a secret? Those tabloid trash articles had one thing correct. I used to lay in bed and fantasize about my big sister’s boyfriend ravishing me. I played with myself so many times to visions of your big, hard cock taking me,” Bridget revealed saucily. “Can you imagine me doing that? My tight, teen body–you haven’t forgotten how I looked, have you?—writhing all around my bed, big tits heaving while I wished so badly that my dildo was your big, fat cock.”

Harvey’s face twitched slightly at the scene Bridget described.

“Are you sure you never wondered about what I had underneath my clothes? You had to know that I was your personal lolita when I rubbed my tits and ass against you. Surely, you knew what I wanted, what I needed. Weren’t you tempted to taste my jailbat pussy? Or never dreamed of fucking Bev and me side-by-side?” Bridget ran her fingers along her raised leg, leading them to her skimpily-covered kitty.

Sean didn’t know about Harvey, but his dick had hardened to full mast. Even Whitney watched the older woman’s sultry performance with admiration.

“Bridget, we—we can’t. You just decided on a divorce about twelve hours ago. I don’t want…You need to consider–” Harvey broke off his argument when Bridget leaned back to a standing position.

“Fine. I won’t beg or **** you. But don’t think I don’t know what I want or need,” Bridget stated. Despite her shift in tone, she continued to tease him by raising her hand up to cup one of her ample breasts. “I may have made a life-altering decision last night. However, this isn’t a rash offer. Before Sean last night, I hadn’t been fucked in a way like that in years. So when I make this offer,” she emphasized the offer by running both hands down her front, “know that it’s something I’ve wanted for decades. You might wanna pass on the chance, but I surely want to be fucked by the best. Don’t you? For I know that your other sluts can’t outclass me.”

Whitney felt she should offer some argument to Bridget’s putdown, yet she didn’t. Shit, she’s probably right. I bet Bridget knows a thing or two that I don’t.

Then, as Bridget took a step back and out from between Harvey’s legs, he sprang forward. His hands reached out to forcefully grab each of her hips, stopping the older blonde in her tracks.

"You think I don't know you were teasing me, Bee? I knew! And I knew what you wanted. Don't think I'm pure enough that responding never entered my mind's deepest, darkest corners. I never showed anything because I loved Bev, and you were too young," Harvey growled, digging his fingers into her hips.

"I'm not too young anymore, and Bev is long gone," the doctor stated.

“Don’t test me, Bee. You’re not in the proper state of mind. What I can do to you…I’ll ruin you for any other man,” Harvey declared, looking up at his ex-girlfriend’s little sister.

“Funny, I was about to give you the same warning,” Bridget shot back sassily. Her tone reminded him of the bratty tease from almost twenty-five years ago.

“Brid–” Harvey began to growl before she cut him off by grabbing his hands.

“You’re talking to Bedsheets Bridget, Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky. I’m the best there is, the best there was, and the best you’ll ever experience,” the blonde proclaimed, flashing a confident smirk down at him. “Zero hour, Harv. You gonna unwrap me or what?”

Whitney and Sean pin-ponged their attention back and forth between the two parents. To Sean, this felt like a movie, not real life, while Whitney fought not to squeal at her giddiness over the dueling banter. And the current cheerleader captain nearly shouted when her father leaped to his feet.

“I'm going to wreck your bedsheets!” Harvey roared.

His hands flew off Bridget's hips, momentarily pausing to fling his shirt off the side before reaching for the red bow holding her tits inside the robe. The fingers of his right hand cured around the red tie and gave a yank.

Nothing happened.

So, Harvey yanked harder…and the bow didn’t budget.

“Whitney,” Bridget sighed, glancing over at the teen who wore a sheepish expression.

“Whoops, sorry,” she apologized for tying the knot so tightly.

“Fuck this,” Harvey bellowed, taking a grip of the robe’s sides just above Bridget’s cleavage.

RIP

“Dad! That was mine!” Whitney screamed, watching as Bridget gasped in pleasure at Harvey ripping the thin robe apart.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Harvey shot back, continuing to tear the robe until he could tug down enough that it bundled at Bridget’s feet.

Immediately, the older blonde’s hands scrambled to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his pants. Both Tarvers nearly stopped breathing as the legendary cock of Big Dick Diamond sprang out. Sean’s eyes shot up in shock at its size while his mom dropped down to her knees to frantically grab the throbbing piece of flesh.

“Finally,” the respected doctor said to herself before attacking the cockhead with her eager lips.

Whitney glanced over at Sean’s discomfort. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head at his reaction.

“Don’t look like that. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your dick is the closest to Dad’s that I’ve ever felt,” the high school goddess reassured.

“Oh, um, thanks,” Sean muttered, suddenly feeling a flash of pride.

Although Whitney intended to provide Sean with a side-by-side performance of what their parents did, neither she nor Sean moved to initiate their own round of first-time sex. Instead, both teens found themselves paralyzed while they watched his mother take her father deeper into her mouth with each attempt.

Having no clue about the size of Sean’s father, Whitney assumed he wasn’t tiny. He couldn’t be if Bridget hadn’t had another dick in decades until last night. Not with the skills she showed in taking Harvey’s huge cock between her lips and into her stretched mouth. The teen also didn’t know if she should be impressed or feel slighted at how her dad responded. Harvey threw his head back while clenching his fists over the pure pleasure Bridget gave him.

Eventually, with one leg still stuck in his pants, Harvey staggered back to fall down into a sitting position on the sofa. Never breaking off her sucking, Bridget followed on her knees. For another thirty seconds, the older blonde’s head bobbed up and down until Harvey halted her movement with both hands. Lifting herself off the saliva-covered cock, Bridget’s gaze met her teenage crush’s.

“No more waiting,” Harvey panted.

“I’m sick of waiting,” Bridget growled, climbing onto the couch and steadying herself by holding onto the back.

Perched with her pussy hovering over his cock, Bridget and Harvey shared a mutual, unspoken thought that brought their mouths together. Almost as if two warriors entering battle, years of built-up desire and longing unleashed a torrid clash of tongues. For the two teens watching, it felt as if a wave of passion erupted from that kiss, with the shockwaves hitting them.

Bridget’s hands left the top of the couch to tangle her fingers through his slightly curled dark blond locks. With her weight shifting, Harvey helped steady the exquisite body hovering above him by holding Bridget up with his hands on her hips.

Harvey broke off the kiss, his gaze dropping to those splendid and impressive breasts. Long filled with curiosity over those tantalizing tits, Harvey raised her body slightly to bring them closer to his mouth. At once, his lips latched onto a hard nipple.

“Ah, gawd, yes! Suck it!” Bridget cried in pleasure.

Never one to disappoint a lady’s needs, Harvey gladly increased his suction. The increased intensity sent Bridget’s head shaking from side to side, with her pulling her hands out of his hair to once again support herself on the back of the sofa. By the time Harvey finished with her second breast, along with bringing his free hand up to pinch her nipples, Bridget half-kneeled, half-stood on the couch, leaving her towering over her new lover.

When Bridget’s breast slipped from Harvey’s mouth, that signaled the start of the main event.

With Sean having been the largest cock in her in years, Bridget knew what to expect. Never had she experienced a cock as large as Harvey’s inside her, especially after so long since her wild days. Yet, merely gritting her teeth, Bridget didn’t hesitate when lowering herself. Allowing gravity to take its course, her wet, tight pussy began to slide down the long, thick shaft.

A shark intake of air sounded from Harvey as the sudden constricting, concentric pleasure pushed down around his shaft. A brief thought pierced his mind, reminding him of the way she had deep-throated him moments earlier. Yet, this felt very different and very pleasurable. He knew with absolute certainty that he'd entered an unforgettable pussy. It felt that fucking good, and they'd barely started.

The vice-like tightening felt so pleasurable and painful that Harvey nearly blacked out. His vision turned hazy for several long moments, allowing him to only see the blurry outline of a figure undulating on his lap.

Strength poured back into his being as Bridget grabbed his hands, bringing them to her big, bouncing tits. Automatically, Harvey cupped those wonderful mounds, squeezing and kneading them. Bridget whimpered at the touch.

While Harvey palmed those ample D-cups, Bridget began to ride his cock, expertly, knowing just how to maximize her own pleasure. Harvey’s vision returned in full to see Bridget’s mouth open as she panted from the delightful feelings coursing throughout her body. She acknowledged his admiring gaze with a lopsided, lusty grin.

When he matched her grin, Bridget started to fuck Harvey with a little more urgency, speeding up and pressing her clit down harder against his pelvic bone.

BRRRING-BRRRING

The telephone ringing snapped Whitney out of her daze. It didn’t appear to snap Sean out of his rapt attention, nor did the noise seem to bother their parents from their lusty movements.

Looking around, Whitney seemed lost for once in her life. She didn’t know what to do about the phone.

BRRRING-BRRRING

“Uh, the phone. Should I get it?”

Sean didn’t react. Bridget did with a quick flick of her hand, but that didn’t convey a yes or no in the teen’s mind. Only her father eventually said anything when it rang a third time directly before his lips reattached to Bridget’s wildly bouncing breast.

“Just get it…pumpkin.”

“Shit!” Whitney cursed, for what precise reason she didn’t know, as she hurried toward the kitchen.

BRRRING-BRRRING

“Hello?”

“Uh, Whitney?” a woman’s voice asked.

“Yeah, who’s this?” Whitney responded, quickly covering the phone’s mouthpiece when Bridget let loose a loud as hell moan. Luckily, “Santa Baby” began to play in the great room. The teen hoped the music would help mask the primal sounds.

“Hey, this is Brandy. You know, Sean’s aunt,” Brandy said.

“Oh! Hi…I mean, Happy New Year, Brandy. Or should I call you Aunt Brandy? I don’t know really why, but Dad seems to view you as a kid sister, so I guess I should call you that. Uh, how are you?” Whitney rambled, hoping to cover the series of grunts and groans echoing around the great room.

“I’m doing fine,” Brandy replied before a hushed voice said something Whitney couldn’t hear. Whatever it was caused Brandy to hiss, “Shut it!”

“Huh?”

“Oh, not you. I was talking to Fawn. I mean, Miss Graff.”

“Well, tell Miss Graff I said Happy New Year too.”

Whitney covered the mouthpiece again to hiss,” Sean!”

“So we’re calling because no one heard from you guys last night or this morning. There was some worry about your drive back last night in the ice storm,” Brandy explained.

“Sean!” Whitney hissed again. Then, she removed her hand from the mouthpiece. “Oh, right. Yep, it was a doozy last night. Sean and I slept through most of the drive. It sounds like Dad had clenched fists for most of the ride, as the roads were like sheets of ice.”

“Wow! So, are there any problems besides that?” Brandy queried before repeating what Whitney had said to a nosy Fawn.

"Oh! Dad turned into the cabin too fast and slid right into one of the stone pillars. The passenger door wouldn't open, so Bridget climbed over the console to get out. Dad swears it's not bad, but I totally think he fucked his car up."

Quickly covering the phone again, Whitney practically screamed Sean's name, but he still couldn't hear or acknowledge her. Throwing up her free hand in frustrating disgust, Whitney listened to Brandy's response while searching the nearby drawers.

“Damn, I bet Bee gave Harvey a hard time about that,” Brandy chuckled.

“Right, we also lost power in the middle of the night. Plus, the cable and internet are out. So, we can’t get any cell signals.”

Whitney paused as Brandy repeated the news to Fawn and somebody else near her. While that occurred, the teenager watched her dad and Bridget fuck.

Unbeknownst to his daughter, Harvey found Bridget's movements and expressions intoxicating—everything about her was intoxicating. Despite his denials and burying the truth deep down, Harvey had wondered at times since his teens about how Bridget would feel underneath him or riding him as she did now. He couldn't stop staring at her perfect D-cups, not with how they swayed and wobbled hypnotically in front of him. Like a siren, they called to him, demanding to be worshiped, tasted, groped, kneaded, and suckled.

Suddenly, an object whizzed past Harvey’s head. Turning his head, he heard his daughter meekly apologize. However, that interruption proved fleeting as Bridget unleashed a loud “Fuck, yeah!” before orgasming.

“No, no, Dad’s got a generator. That’s…yeah, that’s where he is right now. Uh, Bridget’s there with him. Yeah, she went with to keep an eye on him. Safety first, you know,” Whitney lied, thankful that she thought she managed to obscure most of the older blonde’s orgasm.

While Brandy passed along the positive news, Whitney threw a third spoon in Sean's direction and screamed his name.

“Oww!” Sean shrieked when the fourth effort hit paydirts, striking him in the back of the head.

“Oh, Bridget’s totally riding my dad hard,” Whitney said, grinning as Sean’s face reacted in shock at her words. While waving at him to get the hell over here, she added, “Yep, she’s really preaching being safe to Dad. We don’t need anyone else slipping on any ice over here. Well, finally! Here comes Sean, Aunt Brandy.”

Sean's face jerked in surprise at the identity of the person on the phone.

"Keep your hand over the mouthpiece when you're not talking," Whitney hissed.

“Why?” Sean asked.

“Why?! So she can’t hear that!” the blonde gestured at his bronco-busting mother.

“Right!” Sean said, giving a thumbs up that caused Whitney to palm her forehead.

While Sean talked to his favorite aunt, Whitney watched the mesmerizing sight. Occasionally, she injected an answer or supplied a lie to Sean. The cheerleader captain wondered what Brandy must be thinking as Sean came across as spacey most of the time. She couldn’t blame him as her dad and his mom appeared to have taken their fucking to an Olympic level.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that," the MILF porn star screeched, sweat dripping off her body onto the notorious playboy. "Ram that cock into my cunt. Ram it…AHHH!!!!"

Whitney barely noticed Sean hanging the phone up as her dad began jackhammering into Bridget. The blonde mother’s head was thrown back, and she looked like a professional rodeo rider with one hand waving in the air.

“Okay, hobble your butt to the master bedroom,” Whitney directed, already heading in that direction.

"Why?" As he gestured toward their parents, Sean's question sounded almost like a whine.

“Because it’s our turn, and I don’t want to compete with those scene-stealers, that’s why!”

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Note: Sorry about the delay. I've been a little burnt out with the story lately. So, it's been hard to get into the proper mood for writing.