Cookies and her Milk

All was quiet in Number 7 Greene Drive, the Christmas decor and lights of the Hale family's suburban home nearly identical to that of all the houses in the entire snow covered suburb. All was still but in one of the bedrooms as one of the members of the Hale family undertook his yearly tradition.

His steps were barely audible on the carpet floor, as the man dressed in a red and white Santa costume, replete with black boots, a curly white beard and hat, made his way down the steps from the master bedroom with wrapped gifts tucked under his arms. He made his way to the living room where the Christmas tree stood in the corner, illuminating the rest of the room in a multicolour of lights. After stooping down and placing the gifts under the tree, he stood up and was just about to make his way back up when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. On the small round table next to the armchair where he usually sat to watch TV or read the papers was a plate of fresh oatmeal cookies. Mr Hale decided to indulge himself and reached for one, but just as he finished the first cookie he noticed that the glass beside the plate was empty.

"Santa?"

John Hale nearly yelped at the voice as he spun to where it came from. As his eyes adjusted he recognised his daughter Casey, who had stepped quietly into the living room and now stood before him. She had just turned 18 the week before, and he still couldn't believe how much she had grown up. His little girl had matured dramatically into this gorgeous young lady, her lithe figure attesting to her role in the local high school's cheer squad. Her long golden blonde hair was freed of her usual ponytail and allowed to cascade down past her shoulders. Her once round face and adorable baby cheeks were replaced by sharp cheekbones, a small jaw and narrow chin. John's heart felt a slight pinch as he realised how much she had grown up to look as beautiful as his late wife and Casey's mother, Mary. It wasn't easy to lose his wife, but he had done well with his daughter, raising her to be a sweet, kind and caring person.

He noticed that she was dressed in green leggings that emphasised her long and slender legs, a short red skirt around her wide hips, and she was wearing a tight holiday sweater that she had long outgrown of which exposed her midriff. John couldn't help but notice Casey's massive breasts jutting out from her chest like a pair of over ripe melons as it strained the fabric tight. 

"I hope you liked the cookies I made for you, Santa." Casey cooed sweetly.

Mr Hale hadn't expected his daughter to be up this late, not that he imposed curfew in their home. He did dress up as Santa Claus ever since the family started celebrating Christmas, and it had paid off many years ago when he caught sight of little Casey not doing such a good job spying on him as he placed her Christmas presents under the tree. It was a fun tradition he didn't mind doing once every year since he knew how much she loved it.

But now Casey had grown up into a beautiful and pretty young lady, but the fact that she somehow didn't recognise him, or that she still believed in the idea of Santa Claus, Mr Hale decided to follow along with this masquerade.

"They taste wonderful, my child." John replied in his most convincing Santa voice.

"I'm glad you liked it, Santa. I'm just sorry we didn't have any milk." 

John was confused. He was certain he had bought a carton of milk yesterday.

Casey walked up to him slowly, her breasts bounced and swayed with each step that involuntarily drew Mr Hale's eyes.

"That's alright, dear. Santa doesn't mind. He's had plenty of milk from visiting other nice children's houses."

Sarah drew closer to Santa, her eyes looking up to his in an innocent but seductive manner, her lips pouty as she tilted her head just slightly to the right.

"But don't you want to taste my milk?"

John paused, bewildered. What did she just say? As he stepped back she only leaned in closer still until he ended up falling back onto the armchair behind him. He watched as Casey leaned in, bringing her right leg up between his thighs, her knee inches from his tightening crotch.

What is happening, John's head screamed, his mind buzzing as he watched his 18 year old daughter before him, her enormous breasts inches from his face and separated only by a layer of wool. He struggled to maintain eye contact with Casey, as she bit her lip, smiling as she straddled Santa on her father's armchair. 

Casey shifted position till she was straddling on Santa's lap, her massive moons level to his face. She could feel his heavy breathing through the thin wool graze her smooth skin, watching his eyes darting between her eyes and her tantalising orbs.

John was panicking in his mind, grasping for every reason to explain what was happening.

"Casey? Are you-"

Before he could finish, he watched as his daughter slowly lift up her tiny sweater, exposing her massive jugs that bounced and jiggled freely, unrestrained by a bra. Her pink nipples were hardened by the cool air as Casey casually dropped the sweater to the side, her face playful as she watched Santa's eyes grew wide at the sight of her impressive bust.

"What do you think, Santa? Do you like them?"

John Hale could only sit there dumbfounded as his 18 year old daughter had him pinned to his armchair, the sight of her over-large melons transfixing him. The discomfort in his pants was unbearable, his breathe ragged.

Casey giggled at Santa's silent reply, swaying her breasts before his face as she felt her face grow flush, and an itch develop in her nether region.

"How would you like a taste of my milk now?"

"Your milk?" John only managed to blurt out before Casey leaned in, pressing her soft pillowy breasts to his face as she guided in one of her nipples to his mouth. A light squeeze of her hand and John's eyes shot even wider when he felt something liquid running down his tongue. Breast milk? Something instinctive in him made his mouth clamp down on her nipple and to take a tentative suck, eliciting more breast milk to leak from Casey's nipples into his mouth as well as causing her to moan slightly.

"I'm sorry Santa. I swear I've been a good girl." Casey mewed sweetly, noticing Santa's bewildered eyes looking up at her and begging for an explanation as she pressed her breasts more.

"My boobies started to ache last year, but it was this year as the first snow fell that something started to leak out. I got so scared, Santa, that I didn't even tell Daddy."

"I didn't know how or what to tell him, and I was afraid that he would think I had been a bad girl, and that he would kick me out if he thought I was naughty!" Casey sniffled slightly, drops of tears falling from her eyes as she moaned lightly.

"I swear I've been a good girl, Santa! I swear I haven't done anything with anyone, none of the boys at school, I swear!"

John was slightly relieved to hear that, though his mind quickly snapped back as he realised he was still sucking on his 18 year old daughter's lactating breasts!

"But I remember you, Santa. Only you really know who's naughty or nice, and you know I haven't been naughty, right?"

Casey pulled back, her breast no longer pressed to Santa's face. Her milk had dampened his white beard, her sweetness lingering on his lips. She watched him intently, and John hesitated for a second at those baby blue eyes that begged for his answer. HIs mind raced, his feelings conflicted by what had just happened.

"Of course, my sweet Casey. Santa knows you've been a good girl."

Casey beamed, tears streaking down her rosy cheeks as she leaned down and kissed Santa on both cheeks repeatedly, her massive breasts pressed against Santa's fur coat. 

"Oh thank you, Santa! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Casey repeated over and over.

Suddenly, Casey stopped, her nose inches from John's as their eyes locked. Does she know? John thought, panic rising inside him. 

Without warning, Casey leaned in, kissing Santa in the mouth. John was once again caught off guard. He brought his hands up to try to pry her off, but instead he only placed them on each side of her head and held her there as their tongues joined in a dance. Every instinct as a father screamed at him to stop, but something deeper had taken over him as if unleashed by the taste of her sweet breast milk, the fragrance of her hair, the feel of her soft skin, the weight of her breasts and the unabashed intensity of her kiss. 

Casey pulled off, and she seemed to have a moment of doubt, a spark of panic as she grew aware of what she was doing.

But John grabbed one of her breasts with his hands, his fingers sinking deep into those her massive tits, and brought her trembling nipples to his mouth. Casey moaned as Santa sucked on her heavy breast, his firm but gentle squeezes causing more breast milk to stream out and get lapped up by his tongue. He took turns with each nipple, excess droplets of breast milk lightly staining the carpet, the armchair and Santa's coat. He brought both nipples into his mouth, lightly pinching them between his teeth which caused Casey to arch her back, her head lulled back as she groaned with pleasure.

After a brief respite, Casey felt Santa lift her up with his powerful hands grasping her sides, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he got off the armchair, turned around and gently placed her down on his seat.

"Santa wants to be extra sure that my little Casey has been a good girl all year."

John could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth, but the sight of his sweet 18 year old daughter, her breasts pressed together by her arms, her teats soaked by his spit and her milk, as his eyes cast down to the growing stain in her crotch area, her green leggings stained by her pussy juices as Casey kept her legs apart for Santa's inspection.

"I've got to make sure you're on the Nice list, Casey. Have you been a good girl for Santa?"

"Yes, Santa. I've been good, I promise! None of the boys have gotten close, cuz I needed to be a good girl for Santa!" Casey's eyes followed Santa's hand as he fumbled with the zipper on his strained trousers.

John finally unzipped his pants, letting them fall between his legs as he grasped his thick cock in one hand, the other hand slowly pulling down Casey's leggings to expose her sex to the cool air. His thumb lightly flicked her tensed clit before running his fingers all along her trembling nether lips, wetted with her own juices.

"Santa's going to be absolutely sure you've been a good girl."

Casey watched transfixed as Santa positioned his massive cock against the entrance of her tiny wet pussy, its length reaching as long as the candy canes she used to suck for hours, but with a girth nearly as wide as the meat loafs her daddy used to make. The warmth of the bulb-like head felt like a hot iron pressed on her delicate skin.

Casey's eyebrows furrowed as she watched Santa slowly pull his hips back, both hands grasping her slim waist. Her body tensed as she realised what was about to come.

"Santa?"

Christmas Eve, and Number 7 Greene Drive once again sits under layers of white snow, just like all the others. 

John Hale quietly made his way down the steps, noiselessly making his way to the Christmas tree in the living room corner. He'd donned the same Santa Claus costume he wore once every year, and the carpet floor muffled his footsteps as he took extra care not to disturb his sleeping family upstairs.

John Hale did not hear her approach from behind, but he knew whose slender arms those were that wrapped around his belly from behind, as did those massive breasts that were pressed against his back. 

"I've missed you, Santa!"

Casey let go and stepped towards the small lamp beside the arm chair, the warm light that it offered allowing Santa a good look of her sexy body. She wore a sheer pink lace teddy tonight, and he could see that her fabulously large and still perky tits were capped with hard pink nipples, made firm by the cold night and her excitement at seeing him. Her long blonde hair was allowed to cascade down like a golden waterfall, and she had maintained her lithe figure, though she had struggled since her breasts had grown an extra cup or two. She wore a tiny silk lace panty, and her long, slender legs begged to have his hands caressing them from hip to toe.

"I've waited all year for you Santa! Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did, my sweet Casey. Come here."

Santa stepped forward, wrapping a hand behind her head and the other on her lower back to draw her up into a kiss. As their lips bonded together, their tongues intertwined in an intimate dance Santa enjoyed breathing in the sweet scent of her blonde silken hair.

She allowed her body to grow slack as Santa's firm but caring grip held her close. Finally he let go, her cheeks flushed as she gasped for air, her heart a-flutter already.

"I missed you so much Santa! But I want to know how much you missed me."

John let go of Casey, who sauntered over to the armchair and gesturing him to sit. Controlling his own excitement, he moved over and sat down, and immediately Casey bent forwards, allowing her breasts to hang down enticingly as she helped him pull down his trousers. With his briefs out of the way, Casey turned to her prize. Freed of their constraints, Santa's pole stood tall and firm, hovering over Casey as she kneeled between his legs. Her lips parted in a gasp, immediately replaced by a hungry smile as she bit her lip with excitement. Her hands barely wrapped around his thick manhood as she gave the tip a soft peck with her cherry lips. Her eyes met his, as John watched her daughter slowly stroke his cock, her soft hands running up and down his length as she gently sucked on the tip. 

After almost a minute of this, with his cock twitching with her stimulation, Casey took a momentary break to take off her dress off, her massive breasts bouncing joyously at their release, further hardening Santa's cock. She giggled mischievously, watching his eyes twinkle as she took his cock and buried half its length between her bosom. Her warm flesh felt fantastic as she squeezed them like the softest dough. She started her titjob slowly, giving the tip a sloppy lick and allowing her drool to trickle down along his shaft and disappear between her cleavage. John clutched the armrests for dear life as Casey massaged his cock between those orbs.

Santa clutched the edge of the arm rests as Casey read the expression on his face that signalled his coming climax. She took a deep breathe, planted her lips on the tip of his cock and went down in one go, her jaw stretched wide as she took his massive girth up to her throat, and just as she did she could feel him swell up before he came unleashing a burst of his thick and warm cum as she felt it fill her throat. She urged him further on by deftly fondling his Christmas balls, urging them on. She pulled her head back till she felt the head of his cock as it rest on her tongue just as he released another thick dollop of his seed that completely filled her mouth. Her cheeks swelled as she tried to contain him, but she finally released him just as he let loose one last but copious amount of his cum on her face, neck and chest. Casey felt the warmth of his cum lather her face as it slowly dripped down onto her breasts, mixing with the excess cum that she let leak from her mouth. Santa sat there taking deep breathes after his massive climax, watching as Casey ran her hands across her body, smearing and spreading his thick sperm across her smooth skin all the while his cock remained rigid between her cleavage, slick with her milk and his. She looked up at him, opening her lips to show her mouth full of his seed before she gulped it all down, their warmth filling her belly.

Casey took her time to scoop up some of his cum on her skin and slurp them up before she made sure to run her tongue along the length of his cock to ensure he remained hard and rigid.

"Ooh goodness, that was...amazing," John managed to gasp out.

"Thanks, Santa! I've waited for so long and I missed your cock so much," Casey said as she gave his cock a light kiss. 

"I made sure that I was good this year so that Santa would come visit again and give me a present."

John Hale's sheepish smile was obscured by his fake beard. It was true that he had never had sex ever since the previous Christmas, with the same daughter now kneeling between his legs, her massive breasts wrapped around the base of his turgid cock. But try as he could he did have to relieve his urges, and try as he could his fantasies always drifted back to his own beautiful busty daughter. 

He had been plagued with guilt for months since that night. He had sex with his own 18 year-old daughter, unmistakably taking her virginity that night as he pounded her tight pussy, pouring load after load of his seed into her fertile teenage womb. John had lost track of time just as he lost count of how many times he had cum into her, his hips thrusting with such vigour that John vaguely recalled twice before, the first when he made love to his late wife Mary at the night of their engagement, the second during their honeymoon, the result of that now smiling before him, hungry for Santa's cock.

At the climax of their lovemaking that Christmas, Casey had passed out from exhaustion as he pinned her down on the soft carpet floor, a blissful look on her face just as he thrust his hips one last time, and as he slid out of her a thick clump of his cum dribbled out and added to the puddle that stained the carpet. By the time he carried her gently to her room, tucked her in, and hid away his Santa Claus costume, dawn broke. John spent the morning quietly cleaning up the living room, throwing away the cum stained carpet, erasing any trace of his incestuous affair.

Casey had never mentioned anything when she wobbled into the kitchen, having missed breakfast as her father served her her lunch. John averted her gaze and only gave furtive glances when speaking to Casey, but she remained her bright and cheerful self. She only vaguely mentioned having had a surreal dream, but gave no further clues or details as to what that dream was. Casey explained away her weird gait that morning as having slept in an awkward position all night.

"Santa?"

John's mind snapped back to the present, faking a cough as he looked down on those big blue eyes gazing up to him.

"Yes, you've been such a good girl, how could Santa ever forget his sweet little Casey?"

Casey pouted, standing up before him, her eyes shifty as she wrapped her arms around herself, propping those massive breasts above them.

"But Santa, I'm not a good girl anymore. I...I had a baby. With you, Santa."

John knew this. Since the previous Christmas, the Hale house hadn't been the same. He tracked her cycles and when she confirmed that she was pregnant, he comforted her as she curled in her bed, crying at the scary prospect of becoming a mother. John had waived off her half-attempted lie about having done it with some boy in school, knowing that though she had many suitors and admirers, he was responsible. John simply assured her that everything would be alright, and that he would take care of everything.

Casey had graduated high school before anybody noticed her baby bump, and John supported her as she took the time to both study for college and child care. She stayed fit, exercising regularly and adjusting to her changing body, and they traveled to a gynaecologist the next town over for regular checkups. There were the rough patches, struggles, and morning sicknesses, none that John hadn't witnessed before with his first wife Mary, but when he saw how Casey lay at night, her hand caressing her pregnant belly humming a soft tune to the life within, he knew that it would be alright.

The baby was born without complications, and Fiona Hale was a perfectly healthy baby girl. The doctors confirmed that their newborn was healthy and whole, and John had staggered out of the ward and collapsed on the hallway of the hospital, relieved that they had dodged a bullet.

Now, Fiona lay asleep peacefully in her crib upstairs, and here they were, as Casey sat down on John's armchair, lifting those long cheerleader legs and spreading them above her head. John knelt down close to her as she rubbed herself through her soaked panties. He tore the thin panties away, revealing her wet folds. Casey watched him move closer, feeling his breath on her most sensitive spot.

"Do you still love me, Santa? Even after I've been naughty and had a baby with you, do you still love me and my loose pussy?"

Instead of replying, John pressed his mouth onto her entrance, the fake beard tickling her slightly but her sensations focused on his tongue prying apart her folds and darting into her tight hole. She squirmed and clutched her massive breasts, stifling her screams as she felt Santa penetrate her with his tongue, her mind and body pulsing with ecstasy. Her feet pointed and flexed with each wave of electricity that ran along her body as he explored her insides, sucking on her juices, driving her wild. He made sure to let her hear his slurps, toying and lathering her clit, using a finger to pry her a bit more so her could get in deeper. Casey grinded her hips to his face, urging Santa on to go deeper and pleasure her further.

John Hale pulled back and stood up, his beard damp with Casey's pussy juices as he marvelled at the sight before him. Her entire body was shaking not from the cold but from being racked with pleasure as she hugged her bossoms, her legs apart showing her nether region slick with her juices. Santa dropped his trousers and boxers, grasping his thick meaty pole. Her baby blue eyes zeroed in on his thick member, and as it drew closer her fingers rubbed furtively on her clit, her body tense with excitement.

"Are you sure Santa? Do you still want to put it into little Casey, who's just had a baby and is probably too loose?"

John chuckled as he leaned in, running his hands along those beautiful legs and lifting them up higher before running a hand along his daughter's amazing body, the smooth belly that he knew Casey worked so hard to regain post-birth, the slim waist she managed to retain, gently fondling her massive jugs that had swollen so much since last Christmas, before framing her face between his hands, their eyes locked, her lips parted.

"My sweet Casey, how can Santa not want you when you just had his baby?"

John guided his cock in, the bulbous head pushing in with surprising tightness as he burrowed deeper, slowly entering her. Casey wrapped her arms around him, as if she was afraid to let him go as her mind was bombarded with the overwhelming sensation of having Santa driving his massive pole deeper and deeper into her. He was halfway in when he started to pull back, alarm bells instinctively ringing in her head when for a moment she though that she was being rejected, that Santa didn't love her anymore and was leaving her. But that didn't happen as John pushed in again, driving her wild as she felt him inside her, his massive cock pushing in just as he did last year.

He moved at a slow rhythmic pace, grasping her motherly hips, watching his cock going in and out of her, her breasts juggling up and down hypnotically. Milk started to leak out of her erect nipples, and he brought his mouth to one of them, sucking and licking the pink nubs, slurping up her delicious cream. Casey moaned with delight, as her painfully swollen breasts relieved themselves as Santa drank her up, while he gently pinched and fondled her other nipple, letting her milk spray out to the cool air.

His pace slowly increased, torrents of her pussy juice coating him and easing his passage as he buried almost his entire length in her. John enjoyed the tight feeling of her young pussy, that her body recovered so much he could scarcely believe that she had just given birth a few months ago. The thought that he had a child with his beautiful, busty, sexy daughter only drove him further, pumping his cock in and out of her as if the thought of impregnating Casey once again was his main cause that night. His memories of raising Casey and watching her grow up were eclipsed by how he saw her belly grow, that she carried his offspring just as her mother once carried her.

Casey felt Santa driving deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She felt those massive balls slap her bottom each time he buried himself to full, swollen with the promise of his seed. She felt vacant whenever he retracted before he filled her again with his giant cock, the fat head ramming into her cervix entrance. 

"Santa? Please..."

John let go of both her nipples, as he continued to pump his hips, and moved up to kiss her cherry lips, the taste of her breast milk mixing between their tongues as they lost themselves in the throes of their passion. Nothing else mattered to them now that they were joined, reunited since last Christmas, John balls deep into his daughter Casey. 

Their lips parted, a single thread of saliva between them as John continued to pump his thick cock in and out of Casey. He could feel himself swelling as he neared release, and her body seemed to sense this as she tightened her grip. Her breasts were coated with her milk that flowed liberally from her nipples, spurting a bit more each time he thrust into her, and Casey never looked happier, beaming up at the man in the Santa costume, her own father and the father of her firstborn, whose massive cock was jack hammering her tight pussy.

"Give it to me, Santa."

John Hale looked into her eyes, those massive doe eyes, searching for any doubt or hesitation where there was none. For a moment he paused, his mind frying with conflict between lust and guilt. Here he was, looking down on his daughter, his beautiful lovely daughter Casey who reminded him so much of his late wife Mary. His daughter Casey, whose massive breasts were leaking and coated with her motherly milk, his massive cock that had previously made past girlfriends and his wife wild with pleasure, now imbedded, balls deep and tight, the bulbous tip pressed against Casey's cervix.

Tears streamed from Casey's eyes, as she gave him the biggest smile he'd ever seen.

"Give it to me, Daddy."

John froze at that word, staring down at his daughter, the daughter he once carried as a newborn in his arms years ago. He felt her reach up and untie his fake beard, tossing at aside. She placed her hands on his half-shaven face, tracing the tears that slowly rolled down his stunned face.

"I love you Daddy. I love you so, so very much Daddy."

Casey grinded her hips, locking her legs around him as she pelted his face with loving kisses.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I know we shouldn't, and I know it's all wrong. But I can't stop loving you, and not just as your daughter but as your woman."

As her tears continued to stream down her face she sniffed her nose and kept smiling, as she grinded her hips to John's paralysed body, trying to urge him on. 

"Daddy? Please don't hate me. Please tell me you won't leave me. Please, Daddy I-I..."

Her pleas were silenced by his lips, as Casey received a gentle kiss from her father before he pulled back up. Eyes wide, she looked up at her father, puzzled at the gentle smile spreading across his face.

"Casey, my dear, sweet, beautiful baby girl. I could never hate you, and I would never leave you. I love you, Casey. And nothing could stop me from loving you, and no one could love you more than I could."

John hesitated for the briefest moment, struggling to overcome his own emotions and qualms of what he yearned to say to his daughter, whom he had buried his cock deep into.

"Daddy, I want you, and only you. I can't imagine being with any other boy. I know it's so wrong, but yet it feels so right. Us! You and me!"

She thrust her hips slightly, her pussy holding onto his massive cock like a warm vice.

"You, in me. I'm yours, Daddy. No one else. I'll be yours, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy! To satisfy your every want and need..."

John gently wiped the tears from her eyes, smiling at her angelic face. He hugged her tight, their bodies pressed together, his strong arms holding her close. Firm. Warm. Safe.

"Oh Casey, I've had everything I could have ever wanted. I found love with your mother. And our love gave me you. You, my dear Casey. I watched you grow up to be so beautiful, just like your mother..."

He choked as memories flooded in. The diagnosis. The denial of her condition, with the multitudes of test he forced upon Mary, finding anyone who could tell him otherwise. The anger at the random cruelty that was brought upon them. The bargaining as he scoured any means to save his wife. The depression that almost tore their family apart. And the acceptance, as Mary calmly fought on, not for her sake but for his. For all the while Casey was still a baby, and Mary entrusted upon John to not give up. Not just for her, but for their daughter.

"Love her just as you loved me, John."

Those were some of her last words, and he had done as she asked. He had single-handedly raised Casey, loved her as any father could.

But here he was now, hugging his daughter Casey, his cock buried deep in her tight pussy. None of this was right, as he had somehow taken Mary's words literally. He had ended up loving Casey, not as a father, but as a man who hadn't stopped himself from impregnating her, to have had a child with her. And here he was now, balls ready to burst and fill her with his seed again.

Before Casey could stop him, John withdrew himself, his cock exiting her pussy still rigid, slathered in her nectar as he collapsed on the carpet, burying his face in his hands in shame. She got off the chair and knelt down before her father, hugging him as he sobbed.

"I-I shouldn't have. Casey, I should've been stronger. I should've stopped, but I was too weak. Too afraid to lose you. Too stupid to have let this all happen..."

Casey cupped her hands under his chin and gently raised his head to look up at her. She kissed him, a long loving kiss as she tried to comfort him. She continued to hold him, a look on her face so familiar that it broke John's heart.Daddy, please listen to me. I'm the luckiest daughter to have had you. You raised me. Guided me. Taught me. Protected me. Loved me. And I love you, but I want to love you more. More than as your daughter. I want you to love me as much as I love you. As man and woman."

She gently laid him down on his back, his stiff cock towering up as she straddled him, feeling the warm pole on her sensitive skin.

"We'll go somewhere else, far from here. Start a new life elsewhere."

She raised her hips and with one hand guided his cock to her entrance. She slowly slid down, the massive cock burrowing deeper and deeper into her tight space with ease. Their fingers intertwined as she held him for support as she slowly bounced up and down on his fat pole, her obscenely large tits dancing hypnotically in perfect rhythm.

"We'll be together, we'll raise Fiona together. And I'll do whatever I can for us."

Her temp slowly increased, as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock, her milk flying as she grinded her hips, thrusting herself in and out of her daddy's cock.

"This is what I want, Daddy. Trust me That's all I want, to love you and for you to love me forever and ever, more than anyone else could!"

"Casey..."

She stopped, looking down at John as a warm smile and tears welled in his eyes.

"Casey, I swore to your mother to love you, no matter what. And if that love goes beyond just being your father, to more than that...then I'll do it for you, Casey."

His voice firm now, just as his hands were on her waist were as he began to thrust his hips, and Casey rode in tune, her heavy breasts bouncing as she moaned with each thrust of his cock.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, Daddy! Give it to me! Give me your cock. I want you to fill me, fill me up with your see!"

Their tempo became more and more intense as their bodies moved as one, their climax approaching. But this time, John did not pump his cock in and out of Casey, disguised as Santa. Not as a father committing incest. He was doing so as a man, thrusting his cock deep into the woman he loved. Prepared to do anything for her, to do everything to make her happy.

"I-I'm about to..."

"Give it me, Daddy" Casey urged on, her breast milk spraying all over as her melons bounced and collided with each other. "Cum, let's cum together!"

His heavy balls swelled before immediately releasing its contents, each jolt sending load after load of his seed that began to fill her. She creamed too, her juices mixing with his cum that squirted out. Casey could feel the warmth filling her, the joyous feeling of being filled with John's thick seed as she continued to pump load after load. Her uterus was brimming with his cum, but she continued to keep his cock within her, grinding her hips slightly to coax more out of him. And John continued to pump his seed into her, neither wanting to let go as Casey laid down atop him, every jolt of his cock delivering another load of his cum into her pussy reverberating through her body.

They lay there for some time even after John Hale had long finished, his cock still deep inside Casey. A pool of jizz already began to collect, but neither of them cared. They lay there together in each other's loving embrace, joined as one. Terrified of what lay before them, but hopeful and happy at the same time.

***

Another Christmas Eve, and at Number 25 Maple Drive the Hale house was covered in Snow just like all the other homes in the suburban neighbourhood. John lay back on the bed, trying to stifle his moans as the thick blanket before him rose and fell between his legs. He lifted the covers and watched as Casey Hale expertly sucked on his massive cock, her golden locks hiding part of her face as she fondled one of her own heavy breasts. She finally withdrew, licking his meaty pole with her tongue as she ran her juicy lips ran up and down his length.

"Sweetie, it's getting late. I need to get changed."

Casey looked up at John, pouting unconvincingly as she stroked his massive cock with one hand that could barely wrap around his girth. She crawled up to him and gave him a kiss, before turning around and bouncing off the bed, making sure to let John have a good view of her shapely peachy ass. She tiptoed to the nearby crib, checking on Fiona and Emma who were still fast asleep.

John sat up on his side of the bed, stroking his cock as he watched Casey bending over their daughters' crib, her enormous milk-filled breasts dangling. Satisfied that their babies were fast asleep, Casey walked to the door, swaying her hips for his viewing pleasure. She stopped at the threshold and looked back at John, her right hand resting on the door, the soft twinkle of a ring on her finger as she smiled with a slight mischievous look on her face.

"Don't keep me waiting then, Santa."