I couldn’t help it, I texted him back, likely giving away everything before he even got home:
Did you enjoy the new flavoured candy canes?
He texted back:
They were very addicting.
I smiled. He knew. I didn’t respond though. I went and put the remote for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big note:
Present 1!
Go to the kitchen.
I went to the kitchen, pulled out a bunch of sex coupons I made and put them into one of my thigh high stockings and hung it up on the table so he couldn’t miss it.
The coupons included:
1 coupon for a rough face fucking of your mother
1 coupon for a marathon fucking of your mom
1 coupon for a tight ass to fuck
1 coupon to coat your Mommy’s face with cum
1 coupon to deposit a load in your Mom’s warm mouth
1 coupon to use a pair of handcuffs
1 coupon for a nylon-clad foot job
1 coupon for a pegging from your mother’s strap-on (if you are into that short of thing… your Daddy was)
1 coupon to have your Mother and the bitch Mrs. Young in a 69
1 coupon for a blow job while you drive
1 coupon for a three hole marathon night with your long neglected mother
1 coupon for a bath with your Mommy
1 coupon for a tit fucking
1 coupon for a fist fucking of your Mother’s cunt
Present 2!
A bunch of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 days of Fuck-mas.
Now, come to the living room.
I then went to the living room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to help, but I wasn’t willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.
I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my upper body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I couldn’t see a thing, and waited.
Anticipation coursed through me.
The egg teased me relentlessly.
Then the door opened… and closed.
I heard him walk into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the vibrations get faster.
A couple of excruciating minutes later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond (the longer he took, the more anxiety I felt), he was in the room as he said, “Holy crap, it just keeps getting better.”
I remained silent.
“This is the best present ever,” he said, as he got closer to me. “Although the wrapping job needs work.”
“You try wrapping yourself,” I protested.
“Fair enough,” he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, “The coupons were an interesting touch.”
“I expect you to use every one,” I said, my mother tone in effect.
“Even the pegging one?” he asked.
“I’d love to fuck that tight ass off yours, baby,” I purred.
“Definitely me first,” he countered.
“Yes, Master,” I answered, giving myself to him completely.
My body shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.
A chill went up my spine as his hands cupped my breasts. “Are these mine now, Mom?”
“Yes, Master, every part of me is yours now,” I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his mouth on my nipple. “Ooooooh.”
“I’ve imagined this for a long time,” he said, as he bit my nipple.
“You have?” I asked, surprised as his browser history did not give me that impression.
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