Home for the Holidays
_A Christmas miracle! I'm writing again! Please be patient with me as I try to get back into the habit. I've been simply typefucking for so long that I think it's harmed my writing ability. In short, it's been nearly two years since I've posted anything here, and I'm so sorry for it. I know that a lot of people enjoy my writing, and I haven't given anything to them in quite a long time!
Either way... enjoy. It's a rough start, I think, but still a very pleasing story. :)_
The cab roared off with a grumbling driver at its helm. It's hard enough to work overtime, but getting a poor tip for such a long ride from the airport? That just plain sucks. On Christmas Eve, of all times! Alas, a poor college student who spontaneously gave a visit to his family for the holidays had no choice but to cut the corners.
Standing outside a two-story house-- three stories, if you counted the basement-- decorated in snow, lights, and the idle sounds of Christmas music playing, smoke spilling out from its chimney, was Xander, a black dragon. His visit was not necessarily that of sudden rush of holiday spirit, no, for he loved his family, and was no Scrooge. His visit came purely from the fact of the strings of his heart being tugged at. A need for physical and mental affection and love from those he cared for the most.
He gulped a bit and repositioned his jacket, letting out a hot breath that plowed a puff of white steam into the air, straight from his draconic muzzle. He was nervous. He had quite a history with his family, and he wanted that history to remain. He and his brother, his sister, his mother and father were extremely close. Of course, this went the same for most dragon families, certainly. It came with the territory! Yet it still embarrassed him to discuss the escapades of him and his family with others, regardless of the well-known stereotypes of his species.
He had missed the affection and sexual desires he and his family had shared. He had hoped to get a girlfriend-- or even a boyfriend-- over the year or so he was at college to suppress those longing feelings, but had failed. Loneliness and lack of physical affection was striking home. Soon, his various fantasies trailed back to his family, drifting to his mother's tongue, his father's shaft, his brother's rump and his sister's sweet flower. It drove him nuts.
To save money for his trip, he took a quarter off of school. And for him, that was huge. At least after his short visit with his parents, he'd be able to temporarily satiate his desires. Not only that, but working full time for a whole three months would give him a nice budget for education when he got back.
He stepped forward, snow crunching under his boots as he made his way toward the door, pacing his way gently up the icy walkway. He ground his feet into the ice, planting himself to prevent any kind of slip-up. He wanted a surprise.
Xander gently placed his black suitcase on the porch and gulped again. He looked into the wooden door. There was no means to see him unless someone looked through the peephole. He breathed in deeply and let out a powerful sigh, causing another puff of steam to burst from his lips. With a shaky talon-- from freeze and from fright-- he dug his finger into the doorbell.
Solid silence stood in the air. A muffled "who could that be" managed to make its way to his ears. Xander's head was swimming a bit as he realized how his visit was playing out like some sort of twisted Christmas special. But it didn't bother him. It made him smile.
His mother opened the door-- another black dragon, of course. She had on only a robe when she opened the door. She stood in shock as she gazed at her son, donned in Winter gear to keep himself warm.
"I missed you," were the first, shaken words that Xander had said. No "hello," no "I'm back," no glorious entrance. Just his feelings, gushing out from his nervous lips.
A bright smile donned his black mother's face. She squealed with delight and practically yanked him inside, the younger son fumbling for his briefcase as he was dragged inside.
Once the door closed, her robe fell from her shoulders. And in that same instance, she ensnared her son in her arms, squeezing his body close to her own.
"Oh, my boy's come home to visit his parents for Christmas!" she cooed in her high-pitched tone, her naked form pressing against his cold, idly snowflaked clothing.
"M-mom!" he chuckled nervously, smiling and scooting away from her a bit. "Jeez, at least let me undress before you get all gushy on me."
She smirked and simply shook her head. Her fingers darted down to his crotch, her feminine digits squeezing around her son's bulge. Xander gasped and let out a powerful moan, the sound of his desire letting off a lusty tremolo. This was exactly what he needed.
"Mmm, momma'll take care of that, dear," she whispered hotly into her child's ear-ridge. "Just lean back against the door and I'll strip you of all that winter clothing."
Xander gulped and obliged, slowly bringing himself back against the door.
His mother was quite the looker. She was about 5'11, curvaceous, and not too big in the chest-- roughly a C cup. Even in her mid-fourties, her breasts remained as perky as ever. She had practically an hour-glass figure, but wasn't exceedingly skinny. Best of all, she was what Xander and his father loved-- a vixen. She loved to fool around. She loved to tease and please. Most of all, she enjoyed doing it with those she loved. Even her children.
She teasingly slid herself up in front of her son, pressing her nude crotch against his bundled, purring in that draconic manner to him. Her fingers slid up his chest, digits twisting and pushing against the buttons of his jacket. Those same, slender talons dipped into the fabric to separate and peel it from her son's body.
Xander shivered. "God, mom," he whined out again. "I missed this so much."
His hand found the instincts he thought he had lost from being separated from his loving family for so long, bringing itself down to slide down over his mother's round rump, giving it a firm grope. She moaned.
"That's the Xander I remember," she hissed, grinding her hips against her son's crotch. Xander grunted, the bulge hidden underneath his winter clothing perking, tenting against his mother's attention.
"Vanessa, what the hell--" the father, Xarles, started before he saw his wife and son at the door. He went wide-eyed, then smiled.
"Son!" he called out. But after a pause, he laughed and realized what was happening. He cleared his throat and continued. "Glad your home. And I'm glad to see your mother's already taken the task of undressing you."
"Y-yeah," Xander stammered with a bit of a whimper, eyes drifting over his father's form. He was so drunk with lust, gazing longingly at his father's stout, strong, chiseled form that he hadn't realized his shirt had been pulled off his body. It wasn't until he felt his mother's breasts kissing his own chest that he came to. His second hand came down and groped over the other cheek, and with this, he began to knead into his mother's bottom. She moaned, licking slowly into her son's upper half.
"Good boy, Xander," she hissed softly to him again, before slowly sliding down onto her knees.
"Mmm, Beryl and Emerald are at a Christmas party with their friends," Xarles said, leaning against the doorway. He reached down and began stroking slowly over his sheath, his thickness quickly erecting at the sight of his wife so tantalizingly teasing his firstborn son.
Vanessa took no time getting those pesky boots off her son's feet, undoing the various buckles and sliding them off his feet. She licked over her chops and caressed the bare piggies with her hands, knowing that the longer those pants were kept on, the hungrier Xander's lust would become.
And she was right. Xander was leaning against the door, panting heavily, his erection throbbing madly in the confines of his steamy garments.
"God, mom, please," he whined out, rolling his hips against the very confines that were simultaneously pleasing and frustrating him. "G-get these damn things off of me."
She let out a girlish giggle when she heard that. Her hands slowly ran along the inside of her son's thighs, her muzzle going even slower, nuzzling and nosing between Xander's legs. Xander moaned out loudly when she ever-so-slightly brushed her muzzletip against that bulge. Finally, those hands found the buckle to his pants, peeling the button from the fabric. Slender, feminine fingers dug under his pants and underwear and yanked them down at an agonizing pace.
His shaft sprang to attention once his clothes were off his hips. As did Vanessa's hands, which quickly encircled around the base of her son's massive ten-inch shaft. She opened her lips and pressed her muzzle to the tip, tongue worming and lapping gently at the engorged glans. Xander gently pounded his head against the door and moaned.
"Work him, baby," Xarles hissed, pumping slowly over his own thickness as he watched his wife give his son the blowjob he had been waiting nearly two years to receive. She turned to her husband with a wicked, knowing grin. They shared a connection for a few moments. Xarles chuckled darkly when he saw the look on his wife's face, and knew immediately what she wanted.
Vanessa grasped her son's hips and turned him around until he was facing the door. In his ultimate sexual weakness, Xander nearly fell forward. He brought himself back up, balancing his arms against the door, legs slightly spread. His mother slithered right up back into her position from earlier, now with her back facing the door.
"Mmm, good boy," she cooed up at him before letting her fingers do the work again. In one gulp, she managed to take her whole son into her warm muzzle, her black lips pressed firmly against his crotch. Xander let out a loud moan, head rolling back as that warmth encircled his shaft. That familiar tongue he had fantasized about for nearly months on end was now working him in the best way imaginable.
Not a moment too soon was Xander's father pressed flush against his backside.
"We missed you a lot, son," he hissed into his child's neck, grinding the very flesh that made the boy nary twenty-one years ago right against Xander's backside. A heavenly moan tumbled from the young black dragon's muzzle, his rump pressing flush against his father's hips.
"I-I missed you too, dad," he said with a gulp, letting out a loud, powerful moan as he felt his mother's tongue caressing the glans of his cockhead. Her hands came up to cup her child's backside, even spreading those pert, firm cheeks to allow her husband to better tease her boy.
Xarles hissed softly into his son's neck and bit firmly, possessively, dominantly. Xander let out another heavenly moan and submitted, his whole body going warm, going limp. He flagged his tail, letting it drape about his father's form as he prepared his body to be mounted for the first time in ages.
Xarles rumbled pleasantly into his son's neck and brushed his lips against those scales he had made not too long ago. "We love you, son," he hissed again before slowly inching his foot-long length under his child's tail. Xander let out a loud moan of delight when his tight, young entrance was stretched around his father's massive member. Vanessa moaned, very much in tune with her surroundings as she felt her husband's hips meshing themselves against her hands. Inch by inch the very flesh of his creation sank under Xander's tail; the very same lips that kissed his father's encircled his member; the very same tongue used to stimulate his elder now did the same to his self. He was basking in the ultimate pleasure of his incestuous fantasies, and was completely and sexually elated.
Xarles bottomed out in his son. Everyone moaned when this was felt. Xander's cock jumped and spurted a thick round of preseed into his mother's muzzle. In return, a firm globule of prejaculate spurted off under Xander's tail.
The mating started. Xarles yanked his massive member out of his son's tailhole and drove right back home, causing his hips to be meshed firmly into his mother's muzzle, who was ready at the helm. She pulled her own lips back and let her tongue flicker and flutter against her son's cockhead, that tantalizing, well-trained tongue tickling every last sensitive spot on his shaft. He moans out pleasantly and gripped his father's shaft, who roared gently into his neck and drove further home again. It was an asynchronous, affectionate mating that only they could share.
Xarles began to piston his hips back and fourth under his son's tail, rolling his powerful black hips back and fourth against him, growling into the boy's neck. Xander kept his hands against the door, clenching his hands into warm fists of elated desire, his head lifted and held back high, mouth agape with absolute lust and desire, his hips rolling back against his father's fat shaft. Vanessa brought her hands down between her son's legs, cupping his testicles as her muzzle rocked back and fourth, her head canting left and rough, tongue swirling all about the thick shaft in her muzzle.
"Oh god, daddy," he whimpered out as he kept his head held high. Xarles released his mandibles from his disciple. He engaged him into a powerful, unfatherly kiss, tongue drifting into his child's mouth. Xander just squinted his eyes shut tight and whined, pushing his hips against his mother's muzzle, grinding his ass against his father's pounding. He was getting close. He was at the point of no-return. He suckled firmly on his father's tongue as he began to ride his way to orgasm.
When this family was in the throes of their sexual desires, they were sensitive. Everyone felt what everyone was feeling. So when Xander began to ride his way to climax, so did the father; Vanessa felt the effects, even though she was on no path to an orgasm. She adjusted. She yanked herself all the way to the tip and began to overstimulate her son's cockhead with powerful tonguings, with wild lickings and ministration's. Xarles growled hungrily into his son's muzzle and began thrusting into him harder. Scaled hide met scaled hide, the soft slapping sound reverberating throughout the den area. A louder whimper, a louder groan, a powerful moan, the fluctuation of a rump at climax, the pouring of seed-- ah yes, it was here.
Xander exploded into his mother's mouth, firing off round after round of his thick, creamy seed onto her tongue. His balls sucked up firmly into his body as he churned out that thick, musky fluid. She drank it down hungrily, almost greedily, the taste so foreign to her for so long that it had become new again. His ass wildly ruptured and squeezed around his father's shaft, causing the already overstimulated member to become engorged with desire. He peeled himself from his son's muzzle and let out a loud roar, jamming his hips against his boy's backside and doing the same to him what Xander had just done to his mother's sweet lips.
They sat there, in their respective positions, for what felt like hours. They just simply panted, standing (and sitting) in place.
Vanessa was the first to pull off. She had gulped every last drop of seed, leaving none to even let her son taste. She smacked her lips rather loudly, rather teasingly, then chuckled deeply and looked up at her son.
"Mmmm... I had missed that for so long, dear," she said softly up at him, letting her hand weakly stroke over his member as it slid back into his sheath. He whimpered as she did this.
"G-god, me too, mom... I missed you too, dad," he whined out, pressing himself firmly against his father's hips.
Xarles chuckled. "We missed you too, boy. I know I've been missing that sweet rump of yours." He reached down and gave his boy's backside a light slap. Xander groaned.
The afterglow was strong, and last for a while. Xarles eventually pulled out of his son, his member limp from such a wonderful mating. The elder dragon, at that point, simply spooned his child. Vanessa slid herself up and wrapped her arms around her son's shoulders. Xarles kept his own firmly about his son's warm body.
Xander was in heaven, sandwiched between the two main objects of his constant desires.
"I love you guys," he said with a soft pant, kissing his mother, then kissing his father. They chuckled in an elated, loving fashion.
"And we too, boy," Xarles rumbled out.
"Mmm, we should give you to Beryl and Emerald for Christmas tomorrow," Vanessa said with a giggle. A lightbulb went off in the father's head, and a wild grin ran across his face.
"You're brilliant. Come on, Xander, we'll talk about this upstairs."
Xander let out a little bit of a giggle and nodded. They untangled each other from their lover's embrace and dashed upstairs to plot the Christmas surprise.