Momma Squirts on Christmas Ch. 02

This is the story of half of the Jamborson family. A few years ago the 'upstanding' members of the family got fed up and began having their own Christmas get-together, with happy children, responsible drinking, a table laden with roast turkey, spiral cut ham and all the fixings. The other half of the family, well, you'll meet them here. Mostly short on schooling, this bunch of the family is all 'adults', meaning they're all legal aged, though a few of them, including the nice girl who is our narrator, are just barely 18.

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--Momma Squirts on Christmas--

A Redneck Holiday, Chapter Two

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When I looked out from my bedroom window on Christmas morning, the sun was already up high and bright and everything was covered in white. I'd never known a white Christmas before, so this freak of nature surprised me, and it blinded me, my head throbbing from all the whiskey I'd drank last night, the inside of my mouth pasty from all the cum I'd guzzled. My eyes squinted as I held my hand in front of them, trying to block out the awful blinding whiteness. "Damn!" I said. "Fuckin' white Christmas sucks!"

I was nude, so I put on my shorty robe, the cute little pink one that leaves bare my cleavage like a movie star's evening dress would. The chill of this unexpected winter weather made me wish for my fuzzy winter robe, but, at that moment, my whiskey damaged brain couldn't think of where it was.

I walked out to the living room and my bare feet felt the sticky floor there by the Christmas tree, and I remembered Momma being finger-fucked by her nephews until she came so hard her pussy squirted like a winter rainstorm all over the unopened presents.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph," I muttered to myself, as the full picture of the room's mess of tipped over empty bottles, couch cushions on the floor, and left-behind bras and underwear triggered my remembrances of the wild and some might say insane Christmas Eve orgy that the whole family had drunkenly spun into last night. "Ain't nobody awake yet?" I said a little louder. "This kind of fucked-up mess is gonna take all of us to clean up."

"Shut up!" my cousin Jewel yelled through the super-thin wall of her bedroom. "We fuckin' just got to sleep!"

"Who the fuck is 'we'?" I asked, but she didn't answer.

It was just about a minute later when one of our cousins, him being one of Uncle Jimmie's boys, came out of her room, rubbing his eyes like a zombie.

"Dude, did you forget something?" I asked, taking a good long look at his super-nice nude body because I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to see it again. "Most people wear pants on Christmas day."

This cousin of mine, the best looking and nicest one if you ask me, smiled at me in a super-hungover kind of way. "My pants must be...out here somewhere maybe," he said.

"Damn," I said, "your voice is deeper than your daddy's. You got a fuckin' body on you, you know that?" I let my eyes take in every nice inch of him. "Jewel, you lucky cunt," I said louder, aiming my voice at the thin wall. "You picked the best lookin' one for your all-nighter, huh?"

"Shut up!" she yelled. "Sleeping!"

"What kind of wearin' out did you do to her?" I asked my cousin. "I'm jealous now. Out of all your brothers, you're the nicest and best lookin' one and you're the only one I missed out on last night. Either that or I was so drunk I don't remember being with you."

"No, I woulda remembered it," he said. "Shit, little girl, I'll go to your bed with you right now if you want to."

I smirked. "You got nothin' left. Jewel wasn't messin' around last night. She probably drained you good. And anyway, it's Christmas day. If my Momma and Aunt Maisie was awake they'd be saying we all gotta think about Jesus and whatnot today. I'll tell you what though, if you wanna stay all nude like that until after I make some coffee and drink it with you that'd be alright with me."

My handsomest cousin smiled. His cock was soft but it looked kind of sexed-up, reddened and almost like it had a glaze on it, not a thick glaze like what you'd see on a donut, but shimmery, almost like the satin of Momma's red Christmas panties that were layin' in a heap on the sticky floor that she'd squirted on. It was then that I remembered more about it. "It was you made my Momma squirt, wasn't it."

My handsome cousin smiled in a crooked, smirky way, but he didn't say anything.

"Ever done that before?" I asked him. "Probably saw it on porn, right? Damn, I can't believe my Momma."

"It was you eggin' her on that started it," he said. "Where'd you learn to be so sexy? You watch porn, too?"

"'Course I do," I said. "Fuck and hell, though, it all came to life last night. I ain't never seen a porn quite like that."

He smirked real cute. "If I'm stayin' nude out here with you, maybe you should take that robe off."

I smiled at his eyes, but his hot nudity was all in my vision too. "You got a one-track mind or somethin'?" I said. "Fill that woodstove, and...make it warm in here, and...help me clean up some, and...maybe I just will take off this robe."

I'm sure my eyes was twinklin' when I watched him gather up an armful of pallet wood and then get on his knees with his nice bare ass pointin' at me. He opened the woodstove and I saw the red embers he was stirring up, and I knew that dry wood would burn fast and hot, and truthfully it already felt warmer in the room, probably just from the inside of me responding to his super nice hot-guy body and his fun flirty eyes.

I went to the kitchen to make coffee, seeing the ungodly mess, and I remembered how Aunt Maisie and Jewel had fucked a bunch of guys in such a wild way that pots and pans was gettin' knocked off the counter and even some dishes lay smashed and broken on the floor. "Jesus Mary and Joseph," I said when I saw it all. "Were you in on that crazy gangbangin' out here? Pots and pans and dishes flyin'? You're damn right you're helpin' me clean this mess, 'cause you made half of it."

"That was Aunt Maisie's doin'," he said. "I never seen nobody like her."

"That kind of wild horny, do you mean? Yeah, well, maybe she just needed it."

"Fuck yeah she did."

"It was your daddy got her all worked up," I said. "Did that freak you out, you and your brothers, seeing him and his sister like that?"

"A little. Kinda funny, though."

"Think he used to be wild sexy with your momma like that?" I asked.

"Don't know. Maybe."

"It sucks she died."

"Yeah."

"He ever date a woman since then?" I asked.

"Nope. Don't think so."

I nodded. "I guess he needed it bad, like Aunt Maisie did."

My handsome cousin nodded. "He was here all night, just left about two hours ago. Heard him leave her room, real quiet, and he went right on out the front door."

"Damn, all night they was together?" I said. "That makes me wonder who's still quiet in my Momma's room."

"Probably that Ace guy."

"Yup," I said. From the kitchen I smiled at this cousin of mine, seeing his nude body looking even bigger and stronger now that he was more fully awake and not slouched. "Think it's warm enough yet for me to take off my robe? If you tell me too soon my nips'll get all hard from the chill."

My handsome cousin smiled. "It's just right in here. Just right."

It felt like such a perfect time to be nude with him, so I opened my little shorty robe and let it slip from my shoulders and right off of me, my tits feelin' on fire like there was sparklers inside 'em from the excitement of seeing such a good-lookin' boy's eyes on 'em the way they was. I wanted to tell him how surprising it was to still feel so super horny after all that had happened last night, but I kept my mouth shut and just watched him as he watched me, his cock growing and starting to lift. It was right then that I remembered that he's got the biggest, nicest one of all his brothers, bigger even than his Daddy's big cock. "What's up with that big cock, stud? I thought Jewel took it all out of ya."

"Nope. Always more."

I smiled. "Sometimes you sound just like your daddy. How come your cock's bigger than his, though? You ever wonder that?"

"Nope," he said, smiling. "Not till this minute."

"Maybe you get it from your momma's side. She got a brother? You could ask him."

My handsome cousin chuckled. "Ask him if he's got a big cock? Girl, that's crazy."

"Why? A girl would ask her aunt about tits, maybe. I even lent Aunt Maisie a bra one time." It looked like I wasn't convincing him. "Sweep up these broken dishes before I cut my feet to shreds."

He grabbed the broom from the corner and was soon close to me, his cock long and mostly hard but not lifted. Damn he looked good!

"This what it'd be like to be married to you?" he asked. "I'd sign up for that."

I smiled. "You would? All we ever done is make fun of each other up till last night. Even last night we didn't do no more."

"Even last night I thought you was the best," he said.

I felt my face blush. "Just from watchin' me you thought that? Better not let Jewel hear you say that. Tell me somethin' good about her, just so I don't feel bad. She started slow last night, but damn, she heated up."

"Yeah she did. Firecracker hot, my daddy would say."

"How'd you two keep quiet late last night?" I asked.

"We didn't. None of us did. You were passed out. You hold your whiskey good or bad?"

I shrugged. "Good for a while, bad after that. Yeah, I remember spinning, the whole house spinning."

"Most everyone was gone home," he said. "Your momma put you to bed. I carried you in."

"Damn, really? Did you kiss me?"

"Nope. Wanted to."

I smiled. "I feel like I need a nickname for you. A nice one. Maybe you're like one of them saviors, like what Jesus was into on Christmas night. Was there a single white star in the sky when you carried me to my bed?"

"Don't know. Maybe."

"You ever been alone with a girl on Christmas day?"

"Don't think so."

"I'm calling you sugar bear. It's your new nickname. Because you're so sweet and kind even though you're tall and strong, with nice muscles like your daddy's."

"I wanted to fuck you. You're so fucking hot. Your tits, when I carried you, I smelled them."

"You smelled my tits? That's a little weird, maybe. But I guess if I was carrying you I woulda wanted to smell your dick."

"Really?"

I watched him sweep. "Be quiet with that broken glass. We don't want to wake everybody up."

"Your tits smelled like whiskey."

I smiled, remembering how I'd poured it on myself for Uncle Jimmie to lick off. "You ever take a shower with a girl?"

"Yeah. A few times."

"So, sugar bear, think you wanna wash me with soap? In the shower? I can wash the smell of Jewel off of you."

My handsome cousin smiled and nodded. He said, "Want me to check the woodstove? Want it goin' full hot?"

"Yup. Make it full hot in here."

I'm sure my eyes was twinklin' when I watched him on his knees at the woodstove again. I walked toward him, brushed my fingertips across his muscly shoulders as I passed by, that sparklers-in-my-tits feeling making me tingle as I thought about taking a shower with him, this being probably the only time, ever, that I could get away with such a thing.

I listened down the hall and heard nothing, my feet once again standing on the sticky from Momma's squirt. My eyes drifted down the shiny tinsel and the still-twinkling twinkle lights wrapped all around the Christmas tree, and underneath the tree I saw Momma's present box, the one Ace gave her that was full of sex toys. It looked less full now, so I gazed down into the open top of it, and I went to my knees and looked, seeing that the gigantic dildo was gone, and the big high-tech vibrator was gone. "Momma and Ace must have been playin' with sex toys late in the night, unless you and Jewel had 'em."

"Nope, not us. Could hear your Momma gettin off with a vibrator, though. She wasn't quiet about it. Wasn't quiet about nothin'."

I dipped my hand into the box and felt the handcuffs there, and I pulled out the four fuzzy-soft ropes meant for bondage.

"Too bad there ain't nowhere to tie you up," he said, looking around maybe for a suitable place to tie me.

"In my bedroom," I said. "A few years ago my daddy bought me a four-poster bed from Walmart."

It seemed a more exciting thing to do than a shower right about then, so we went right in there to my room and my handsome nude cousin's cock got fully hard and extra big when he tied my wrists and ankles to my bedposts. I smiled because it showed how truly nice he is, me pretty certain that his dumber brothers would have jumped me and been all over my tits way back soon as I took off my robe in the kitchen.

Funny thing was, my handsome cousin didn't even get to jump me in my bedroom just then, because out in the hallway Ace ambled by my doorway after a trip to the bathroom, and he saw me all tied up nude and he walked right in and began eating my spread-open pussy.

"Don't you do that, Ace!" I said, even though it felt so good. "Last night's free-for-all is over, Momma's gonna be whippin' mad at you!"

Of course Momma showed up just then, with her surprised eyes on how I was tied up nude and how her boyfriend was eatin' me. I'll be damned if I know how her mind works, because instead of yellin' at him she just went to my cousin sugar bear, who's her nephew of course, and she took his big hard cock in her hand and she began kissing him.

"Momma, he's mine!" I said. "I didn't tie myself up for Ace!"

It was right then that Aunt Maisie came into the room, wrapped in her long soft robe. "I heard you all doin' sex again and I thought maybe I was still dreamin' about last night, but...here you all are, gone plum crazy doin' this on Christmas day!"

"Aunt Maisie, it ain't like it's no different," I said, breathless from the clit lickin' way of Ace's mouth on my pussy. "And hell, I'm the only one actually slept last night, so I got some catchin' up to do." I saw Aunt Maisie blush real noticeable, me pretty certain that she was wonderin' if we all knew that her big strong brother spent the whole of the late night and early morning alone with her in her room. "And anyway," I said, "I wanna get with my handsomest cousin here, he's the only one I missed out on last night."

"I didn't miss out on none of 'em," said my momma, still strokin' sugar bear's big cock with her hand. "Jesus Mary and Joseph, what a night it was!"

"Aunt Maisie, did you get with all of 'em?" I asked. "All those boys and men?"

Aunt Maisie's blushing face was quiet, but she nodded at me, real slight, so as maybe she hoped I was the only one to see her nodding. Then she began to speak, real soft like, like she was remembering it all in a dreamy kind of way. "I maybe didn't fuck 'em all like my sister done," she said, "but...them boys...they all, every one of them I think, they showed their love for me, with their hands and...their mouths."

"Are you speakin' of when you was laid-out on the kitchen counter?" I asked. "I saw how nice their hands was all on all of you, and how they was each enjoying the taste of your pussy."

Aunt Maisie's twinkling eyes showed how much she loved remembering how dreamy it was. "It was a Christmas miracle," she softly said. "I'm sure that's what it was."

Breathless now from Ace's remarkable tender tongue on my clit, I still got out some words aimed at my sweet aunt. "I was thinkin' earlier, I wonder if there was a single bright star over this house last night. Maybe this house was the manger. Maybe it was all a Christmas miracle, and that's why this nice family all showed our deep and true love for each other like we done. Maybe Uncle Jimmie was carryin' the spirit of Jesus, and you were carryin' the spirit of Mary Magdalene."

"Today's their wedding anniversary, I'm pretty sure," said my handsome cousin.

"That's the dumbest thing I ever heard," said Ace, his lips all shiny from my wet pussy. "Everybody knows Easter is their wedding anniversary."

"Was they married or was she just his whore?" my Momma asked.

"Both, I think," I said. "It's a happy ending kind of story. He probably fucked all the whores and she was the best at it. Probably deep-throated him and whatnot. They married and had a baby and it grew up and wrote the bible. I'm pretty sure it all happened somethin' like that."

I couldn't talk no more because Ace went full-bore on my clit with his mouth, but I heard my Uncle Jimmie's voice just then, coming from out by the front door in the living room. "Where is everybody? You all still sleepin'?" he called.

"In here, Jimmie," called my momma. She stuck her head out my doorway and looked down the hall at him. "Damn, Jimmie! All dressed up! What's the occasion?"

I heard his voice gettin' closer. "All that whiskey burn your brain cells, woman? It's fuckin' Christmas day, don't you remember?"

"'Course I do," chuckled Momma. "I meant what are you doin' here today? We had our Christmas with you last night."

"Damn right we did," he said. Then his eyes saw me all tied up nude on my bed. "Jesus, little girl! You been lashed down like that since last night?"

I smiled, was able to breathe out some breathless words. "Nope. Just for a little while now. I'm tryin' to get with your handsome son, 'cause I missed out on him last night. He's a sweet boy, helped me sweep the kitchen floor this mornin'."

"That why you're naked?" he asked his son. "Damn, boy, you're here with your two aunts and they're wearin' robes and you're all naked?"

"Don't be mad at him, Jimmie," said Aunt Maisie. "We like it. What's in that bag in your hand?"

"Oh," said Uncle Jimmie, his whole self acting suddenly bashful. "It's just...a present for you. I never gave you one last night, 'cept that expensive case of whiskey, of course."

"Uncle Jimmie, you gave her way more than that last night," I said, my coyish smile twinklin' my eyes.

"What is it?" Aunt Maisie asked, taking the bag Uncle Jimmie was handing her, all of us seeing the loving happiness in her pretty eyes.

"Ain't no proper stores open today," he said, "so I did the best I could. Wanted to get you somethin'."

Aunt Maisie smiled so bright when she pulled a big box of Hostess Cupcakes out of the bag. "You remembered they was my favorite!"

"When we was kids," he said. "You always liked 'em. There's a couple lottery tickets in there, too. Them good scratcher ones."

Aunt Maisie's eyes widened. "Twenty dollar ones! With a million dollar prize!"

Uncle Jimmie looked nervous about his next words, then he said them in a kind of bashful way. "I was wonderin'...maybe you'd wanna go to church with me today. That there candlelight service that you used to like when we was kids."

Aunt Maisie's flabbergastment was fun to see. "Church? With...me?" she said as she blushed. "Jimmie, that's...I mean it's so nice of you to think of me, but...today? So soon after...last night? You were thinking of...just you and me?"

"Pretty sure them candlelight services were last night," my momma said. "That why you got all dressed up today, Jimmie?"

He shrugged a little. "Never get to wear these clothes. All you all ever see is me all dirty and sweaty most of the time."

Aunt Maisie's face and eyes was so dreamy lookin', her mind for sure thinkin' about how rugged and muscled and sweaty Uncle Jimmie was when he was all nude and goin' sex crazy with her last night. "You look fine, Jimmie. Really just...really fine."

I could tell she wanted to kiss him, and maybe put her hand on his crotch, to feel the warmth of the lump that seemed to be swellin' there. I'm sure my eyes was twinklin' when I said, "Aunt Maisie, maybe we should tie you down to this bed instead of me. Are you all nude under that fluffy robe?"

Aunt Maisie giggled. "I shouldn't say, not on this holy Christmas day."

It was just then that I heard a sound, and it surprised me to see Momma's slender cousin, the one with the blond hair and blue eyes, his tired, hungover self wandering out of her bedroom and out into the hallway toward the bathroom. "Mornin' everybody," he said, his voice so whiskey-deep he sounded like someone else entirely.