A Christmas to Remember Part 2

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A Christmas to Remember Part 2“What happened next Papa Jack?” Little Grace asked, bouncing her soft tush on my lap. “Well.” I shifted her over a bit, “it went something like this…After I’d cleaned up the mess I made and built the fire up, Momma called me to supper. With our clothes wet and drying over the fire, neither of had bother to get anymore. So, there she was in all her naked glory, standing at a table sat for two with a meal of baked chicken and mashed taters. I couldn’t decided which looked more edible in that moment.“Eeeek,” Momma laughed when I lifted her onto the table.“I’m starving.” I grinned, and buried my face between those creamy white thighs.Momma moaned and grabbed a handful of hair. I really needed a cut back then. She held me in place and moved her hips, rocking against my flicking tongue. Her juices tasted like the sweetest nectar. I was addicted at the first taste.I’m not sure how long my feast lasted before she tugged on my hair and captured my lips with hers. I felt her soft hand grip me down below and let her guide me into that wonderful paradise called a pussy. She was sloppy wet and more than ready for me.We didn’t rush things this time and I trusted in and out with güvenilir bahis a gentle pace as her tongue danced in my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt those small titties rub against my chest. Time seemed to stand still as we made love there on that old oak wood table. All too soon my pace slowed and she hugged me tight as I pumped another dose of baby juice into her.“I love you, Momma.” She lifted her head from my shoulder with the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. “I love you too, Jack.””“Ohhh,” Grace bounced on my lap again, “what happened next?”I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her thin waist. “Well, we ate supper of course.”“That can’t be the end of the story.” Grace whined.“No baby girl, that’s not the end of the story…We made love several times that weekend, and almost got caught when Papa returned late Sunday evening. Momma and I snuck a kiss or a feel in when ever we could, but it was Christmas Eve before anything else happened.After supper was over, Papa drank his fill and went to bed early. Momma and I decided to sit by the fire for awhile with some hot chocolate.“I like hot chocolate.” Grace giggled and lifted her cup. “Me too.” I grinned with the memory.“What türkçe bahis happened?” Grace asked.“We were on this ugly old loveseat, just staring into the fire and sipping our chocolate when Momma glanced up towards the rafters and giggled. “Who put that up there?”I grinned. “I figured that was a good spot for it.” “Where did you find live mistletoe?”“Was growing on the firewood.”Momma gave me another beautiful smile and licked her lips. “Well handsome, are you gonna kiss me or not?”She didn’t need to ask me twice. I put our cups down and leaned over her. Momma leaned back against the sofa arm and our lips met. Her long slender tongue slipped between my lips and I sucked on it for a second. That made her giggle and squirm beneath me. My hands slid under her dress and hers inched towards the crotch of my jeans. We felt each other for a good minute.“We have to be quiet,” Momma breathed in my ear, “just encase he wakes up.”I grinned. “Saw him take another bottle to bed, he won’t be getting out of it anytime soon.”She kissed my lips again and gave my dick a nice squeeze. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”Grace squirmed on my lap. “Did you Papa? Did you fuck Momma?”I held her güvenilir bahis siteleri tight and kissed her tender neck. “How do you think we made you, my little Christmas bunny.”Grace giggled as if I’d ticked her. “I was born on Christmas Papa, not made on Christmas.”“True,” I gave her neck a good lick, “it took us a few more months to get the timing just right.”Grace squirmed and turned around to face me. The kiss was unexpected but duly welcomed.“Tell me Papa, what is fucking like?”“Well, you know that feeling you get when I tickle you like this…” I attacked her ribs, causing her to squirm and giggle on my lap. “It feels good Papa,” she giggled, “but it tickles.”I stopped and held her in place. “It feels like that, so good you don’t want it to end.”She put her head against my shoulder and sighed against my neck. “I wanna fuck too Papa.”“Tell you what baby girl,” I slid my hand up the flimsy gown Momma made her for Christmas, “when these are big as Momma’s then I’ll let you fuck me.”She found my lips with those chocolate flavored lips again. “I can’t wait Papa, I want to fuck you now.”I gave her a peck. “Maybe for your next birthday, but right now, Momma and the others are waiting for us.”Grace stole another smooch under the mistletoe before hopping off my lap. I couldn’t help but watch her pale butt wag and sway as she bounced towards the kitchen. At f******n years old, with a head full of red hair, she was a little tease.

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