The story of sending your 'Xmas card'.

Every morning that one wakes up to fresh-fallen snow and soft sunshine is a good morning, but it's even better when your Mom has her lips around your morning wood. Half-awake, half-dreaming, you softly caress her hair, admiring the curves of her bare skin, poised and inviting. You're alone in the bedroom, just the two of you, but you can already hear moaning from downstairs. Seems like everyone else elected to let you sleep in, on account of all the work you put in yesterday, and now your Mom is giving you a new sort of wake up call. She takes a long lick, and your hips tense and raise up from the sheets, following the feeling of her tongue.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she coos, "Mommy needs you." She teases your head more with the tip of her tongue, and it strikes you how much younger she seems to act. She has more humor, more joi de vivre, like life is bursting with opportunity again, even if it's opportunity to debase herself with random strangers. You sit up and raise her head up from your cock, giving her a tender kiss. You both roll over and start to idly stroke each other's privates, appreciating the other in ways you never have before.

"I always wanted to wake you like this, John. As soon as you started growing up, and I could see what you were packing underneath your blanket, I wanted to taste it. It used to make me feel like the worst mother in the world to want that, but now it finally feels so right." Your bodies slide and snuggle together as she confesses to you, face to face.

"I wish I'd fucked you years ago, Mom." You return her affection, wondering if this revelation is real or just something the Slave4U is making her believe.

"Mmmm, me too, sweetie. That assfucking you gave me last night was soooo perfect. I knew I raised a stud." It's all real to her, and the sense of perfect control over her makes you harder. You're becoming addicted to the control over your sex ****'s every whim, every emotion and desire. You almost see yourself as the world's most radical sex therapist. Every problem can be solved by making people fuck, no matter who. What your Mom says next really cements the idea in your mind.

"I just wish I could love everyone in our family like I love you, John. I wish I could just tell them all and be my usual slutty self." She even thinks her new super-charged libido is something she's always had, it's too perfect.

"Why don't we do it, Mom? You and me, and Emma and everybody else. No more playing it secret, let's be loud and proud." You keep sweet-talking your Mom as she moans, thinking now about all the nieces and nephews, in-laws, family friends, and more that she craves sexual release from, that she's always craved it from. Her pussy is getting slicker around your fingers, you can tell she wants it bad.

The mood is perfect for romantic wakeup sex, but the more devious part of your brain is working now, and you're willing to put off an orgasm to put together the ultimate display of dominance. You're about to make your own family into trophies of sexual conquest, and rub them in everyone's face.