Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 06

"Then prove it!" she spat out. "Fill me up with cum and give me a baby! Put a baby in your mother-in-law's nasty cunt! Don't give any to Deb. Ever! I want all your babies! Make babies with your slutty, huge-breasted mother-in-law instead of your pretty, kind, dull, flat-chested wife! Do it because I'm better than her! Do it because you love me more than her! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she said, her cunt quivering around him.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! AHHHHH!" he groaned as another huge orgasm hit him. She ground down against him, taking all of his throbbing dick inside her, just in time for the first jet of cum to hit her. And at the same moment, another orgasm shredded through her, wracking her luscious body with pleasure, coaxing even more cum out of him and into her waiting cunt. The electric bolts of lust hitting them were as strong as ever, with orgasms just as good as the previous ones that evening. She eventually collapsed against him, their bare sweaty chests gliding against each other's, arms entwined, clutched together as they rode out this hard, life-changing orgasm. And the best part was, the mistletoe was still in the kitchen, which meant that it's affects were now permanent, even when not under it anymore. And as his dick sprayed more and more potent cum into her fertile cunt, bathing her eggs with his thick seed, both of them were hoping for the same thing.

A Christmas miracle!

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By the time they peeled themselves apart, bodies coated with sweat and cum and spit, exhaustion began to hit them both. They'd just run a marathon on each other, and it was finally catching up to them. Both were shocked to see it was almost 4 AM, mere hours away from the sun rising. Both knew it was time to end it, unfortunately. Luckily, they had gotten most of their burning lust out of their systems, at least for the moment. With that being said, his cock was still mostly hard, and they could probably go one more time if they really wanted. But they both knew that they were pressing their luck, and with her soft command to put his weapon back in its holster, he pulled back on his clothes, putting his well-used dick away. For now.

As the adrenaline wore off, both struggled to make it back upstairs, both physically exhausted. Cleaning up enough as to not stink of sex, they tried to appear as if all was normal as they entered their respective rooms. They were practically asleep by the time each hit their mattress.

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Christmas morning at the Morris household was like most others. Things got started a bit later, as both Sylvia and Jon seemed groggier than usual, for some reason. But eventually, they made their way downstairs to celebrate the day and open gifts. All seemed normal, the gifts were good, with a few fun surprises. But the big story was Jon and Sylvia.

Sylvia wondered where things would stand in the morning. She was confident in herself, but she knew what had happened the previous night had gone behind just her. Would the magic of the mistletoe be worn off? Would Jon be more clearheaded? Would he be wracked with regret after repeatedly filling up his mother-in-law with cum over and over again as he vowed his undying love to her?

For her part, Sylvia felt absolutely great. She'd just gotten her brains fucked out by her hunk of a son-in-law, one of the hottest men she'd ever seen. There were zero regrets. Sure, she'd fucked her daughter's husband, but for sex that good, it was worth it. Jon was bound to cheat on Deb eventually. Sylvia was just glad it was her on the receiving end of it. But how would Jon feel?

Well, she didn't need to worry.

Jon was making eyes at her all morning, taking every opportunity to stare at her huge tits or her awesome ass. She could feel his eyes on her, so she was happy to indulge him every chance she could.

As Jon tried to focus on his wife opening a present, he couldn't help but look over her shoulder at Sylvia. She was positioned behind Roger, and no one else was paying attention to her at the moment, the others wrapped up in their own things. Knowing this, she stole Jon's attention, leaning over slightly, exposing her cleavage in the old blue t-shirt she was wearing. Most people would wear something loose and comfortable for a morning like this, but not Sylvia. Her top was snug, made of a thin, comfortable material, clinging to her luscious, perfect breasts while providing a view of her mouthwatering cleavage. Down below, she was wearing a pair of comfy, low-rise sweats, the hem barely rising above the upper ridge of her butt, showing off a bit of her midriff while the material hugged her perfect, juicy ass. Needless to say, she looked incredible even dressed down, and she knew it.

With only Jon watching, Sylvia cupped her own boobs, squeezing them lightly, making the massive, smooth jugs push out against the confines of her tight t-shirt. Jon wasn't watching as his wife's face lit up with a smile at the gift he had given her, far more interested in her mom's mouthwatering cleavage, his eyes practically hypnotized by the sight.

She only turned up the pressure as the morning went on. Roger bought her a really nice, slinky black dress as a gift, and she was very eager to try it on. She left the room for a few moments to change before returning, ostensibly modeling this for her husband, but it was Jon getting the real show. As she posed for Roger and the rest and got their opinions, Jon just so happened to be sitting on the couch behind her, his face about a foot away from her perfect round ass. Damn, this dress made her ass look incredible, the thin smooth black material glued to her rear end, emphasizing its perkiness and perfect shape. She preened for the crowd, trying to act cute and coquettish for them as she posed like a model, but Jon knew this was all for him, each move making her flawless round ass jiggle lusciously. She could no doubt feel his eyes glued to her ass as she glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled teasingly. And if there was any doubt that this show was for him, they were erased when she turned around to grab a hair brush off the table behind him, a motion which involved putting her boobs right in front of his face. The dress was tastefully low-cut, but bent over right in front of him, her massive jugs hanging down, her cleavage looked endless. It felt like his eyes got lost in the valley between her giant boobs. After a few moments of this view, she sat up straight, a knowing smirk on her lips.

Jon had to stay seated to hide his impressive erection, but with his mother-in-law flouncing around all morning, he was struggling to get his erection to die. Even after she changed back into her t-shirt and sweats, just being in her presence was enough to keep him on edge and send his mind back to the night prior. She didn't address him in any way that might give anyone else a hint of the nature of their relationship. They hadn't addressed the events of last night at all since they'd woken up, and Jon couldn't help but wonder if what they did was just gonna be a one-time event, just getting their years of lust for each other out of their systems.

Eventually, they did get a moment that erased any doubts. Sylvia took a seat next to Jon on the couch, a moment's respite from the hustle and bustle of the morning. Sitting in silence, both could feel the heat coming off each other as they bathed in each other's pheromones. Sharing hungry glances, it was clear both were remembering what they had been doing in this same spot mere hours prior. It probably was also obvious judging by the fact that her nipples were throbbing beneath her top, and his bulge was very, VERY evident to her eyes. They smiled at each other, and both knew they were on the same page.

Luckily, no one noticed them making gooey eyes at each other for the rest of the morning. They didn't notice a lot of things, quite frankly, none of the telltale signs of what had happened the night before. The countertop on the kitchen island, where so much had happened the night prior, was not as pristine as it normally was. In fact, Sylvia remembered that she hadn't scrubbed down the countertop where everything happened. She might not have remembered it if not for the fact that she found Deb there, making a quick snack right there on the countertop, the bread for her sandwich resting in the same spot where the action had taken place. Where Sylvia's ass had been resting. Where it had been sliding on the counter during the rough, nasty fuck that had occurred there, sliding on a combination of her sweat and their combined sex-juices. And right there, Deb was making a sandwich, unknowingly resting in the same spot where such wicked actions occurred. Smiling inwardly, Sylvia said nothing as her daughter finished up and took a big bite. Once she was gone, Sylvia cleaned up the counter and silently pocketed the still hanging mistletoe, kissing it for all it had done for her.

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"Where's Jon?" Deb asked a few hours later. Things had worn down, and all of the family was being lazy, laying about in the living room, watching a movie.

"I think he's helping out your mom..." Jessa said.

"You know, it's funny, I think he's finally starting to warm up to her," Deb said, noting how friendly he'd been to her mom all morning.

"Well, you know your mother..." Roger said from his recliner. "She has a way with people..."

And he was right. Hidden in the kitchen pantry, away from prying eyes, were Jon and Sylvia. Finally alone again, their passions burst outwards. She had leapt into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her bare ass as she bounced on his married dick again. And of course, through it all, they were making out. Locking lips again, tongues sliding against each other, hands all over each other's bodies, they were going at it. And hanging above them, appropriately, was the 'Electric Mistletoe', for that extra added spark.

Sylvia always asserted that she was able to win over anyone. And while it might have seemed like she would need a miracle to win Jon over, all she needed was a little bit of 'Christmas Magic.'

Lips locked, bodies grinding up against each other, these two were really feeling the spirit of Christmas now.

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