"Well, at least you won't need to beware of the Mistletoad," my wife tried to lighten my mood as we decorated our house for a Valentine's party.
Not that the reminder helped. At our pre-Christmas bash, I had hung mistletoe in the doorway to the kitchen, as usual. As a child, our now fully grown daughter had always mispronounced the word as "Mistletoad" and the term had stuck. My literary wife and I often joked "Beware the Mistletoad" in homage to the "undertoad" in John Irving's The World According to Garp - a dark foreboding symbol of doom.
I considered myself lucky that the Mistletoad had not doomed my marriage this year, as it had led to both my wife and I making out with my assistant, Raquel, and then drunkenly fucking on the top of the kitchen island. I still did not know whether my wife was aware that after she had passed out, I had also made out with our twenty year old daughter, up against that same counter. That had led to an incestuous blow job, and then after we carried my wife to bed, sex with my daughter right beside her sleeping mother.
Dina, my wife, had woken up the next day with a nasty hangover, and if she recalled Raquel giving her a finger fucking as they staggered out to the cab we had called for Raquel, she gave no hint. She also made no mention of having been aware that Jennifer, our daughter, had shared her true slutty self with me.
As I sipped my morning coffee and watched Dina stagger over to pour a cup, I smiled, recalling not just the great nasty sex, but also how Jen had seemingly promised to help me with my morning wood if Dina was too hung over. Of course, when I had awoken, Dina was still snoring, and I heard Jen in the shower. I had briefly thought of joining her there, but instead had waited until I heard her leave, for last minute shopping, before getting up. By then, my wood had subsided on its own.
Jennifer had thoughtfully made a pot of coffee, so I had poured a cup, and leaned against that kitchen island, grinning as I looked up at where the Mistletoad had hung before my daughter and I had carried it up to my bedroom to liven up our first shared sexual hijinks. My cock started chubbing with anticipation as I recalled those events and hoped for more.
I wasn't sure whether Dina noticed my engorged state, because her eyes went to the space where the Mistletoad had hung.
"What happened to the Mistletoad?" she asked.
"In the bedroom," was all I dared answer.
"Mmmm, yeah...we had loads of fun last night. I guess you thought I might kiss your cock good morning if I woke up under the Mistletoad, huh?"
I mumbled, positively I hoped.
"Well, it looks like you're still loaded for fun," she joked, and pulled the sprig of greenery out from behind her back.
Dropping to her knees, Dina whipped my now fully erect meat out of my boxers, held the Mistletoad over the tip, and without hesitation swallowed it to the root. The kitchen was quiet except for her slurping sounds. For some reason, I found myself wondering what time the cleaners were arriving to clean up the party mess. Then, I wondered why Dina was not worried about Jennifer walking in during this fantastic oral performance.
"Tastes spunky - I love it when you don't shower after we fuck so I get the taste of both of us."
I winced, just glad that apparently our daughter's dried deposits on my flesh tasted not unlike her mother's. To cover up my unease, I started thrusting my hips in counter-tempo to her bobbing motion. She used her palm to cup my balls, and then rolled them in her fingers. My mind drifted to how different Jen's oral skills were - not better or worse, just unique - and I found myself wondering how Raquel might compare. This made my cock throb, and Dina obviously assumed that I was appreciating her efforts.
"Someone must want Santa to know he's been a good boy this Christmas," she laughed as she came up for air. Then she switched to licking me, using the head of my cock like a lollipop, as she fisted my shaft. Her tongue traced the veins along my length and then she licked my balls before drawing each orb into her mouth. As she did so, she snuck a finger along my taint and into my anus, and probed my prostate. Her tongue ran up the underside of my shaft and then she again swallowed my entire cock into her throat.
In spite of cumming repeatedly the night before, that was all it took for my ancient aching balls to pull tight to my taint and a surge of splodge erupted from deep within, flooding up through my shaft, out my slit, and filling Dina's mouth. She swallowed as always, until the last splash of seed seeped out from her lips, dribbling down her chin.
My eyes were closed as I pumped out my last bit of spunk, images of Jennifer, Dina and Raquel all fighting for dominance in my imagination.
I opened them just in time to see Dina lean back on her haunches, smile up at me, opened her oral cavity and allowed me to watch as she ran her tongue along her shiny teeth, savouring every last morsel of my seed.
Putting my coffee cup on the counter, I bent low and lifted Dina up, laying her back on the marble surface, legs dangling. She giggled girlishly, and dangled the mangled Mistletoad over her gash. I obeyed with enthusiasm. First, I planted a single kiss on each of her outer labia, and then teased her clit with just my lips. I inserted first one finger, and then two, and finally a third into her cunt without lifting my head, just allowing my breath to bathe her opening as it grew even wetter.
Twisting my finger playfully around inside of my wife's twat, I stimulated the sensitive spots that were so familiar within her walls. As I did so I found my mind wandering, wondering whether Raquel would react in the same way at the same spots, or whether her pussy had its own rhythms and needs. Soon Dina was squeaking out her pleasure.
Flattening my tongue, I slurped all up her slit, enjoying the spunkiness of her musk. Her pearl bobbled as the tip of my tongue passed along it, but I did not want to narrow in just yet. First, I nibbled her swollen nether lips, fingers busily fucking her as she wriggled on the counter-top.
Dina bellowed loudly, making me glad our daughter was not in the house, although after the night before when Jennifer had walked in on my fucking Dina right in the same spot, and wanted to watch, I suppose that it did not matter, though I was still unsure how my wife would react if she knew how we had violated that taboo - and had gone on to shatter a few more. Dina must have felt my focus wander as she locked her legs behind my back and drew my face tight to her twat. I drew her clit up between my lips and her passions softened to purring as I followed a habit of sucking her organ, bobbling it with just the tip of my tongue and then teasing it gently with my teeth.
As I continued, I did not stop stroking my fingers in and out of her wet cunt. My right hand wandered up to fondle Dina's perfect breasts. My left hand followed, slowly caressing her torso before centering in on her bosom. I then gave each mound a strong squeeze until Dina was crying out in protest. That was my cue to find her nipples with my fingertips, and draw them up and away from her body as my teeth nibbled her clit just a bit harder.
"Oghigawdohmifuckinggawd," Dina exploded in a litany of expletives as her body lunged up to meet my mouth. It was all I could do to hold on to her hips as the shudders brought on by her passion threatened to push her off the counter. Finally, the waves of her climax subsided, and I slumped to the floor at her feet. She slid down beside me, still twitching slightly.
"Beware the Mistletoad," she giggled. Her hand found my cock, which was already resurgent.
"Oh, somebody still wants to play. Should we share a shower?'
Just then we heard a knock at the door - the cleaners had arrived.
Dina ran off to the shower as I found my robe quickly, and went to greet them. Luckily, the robe was loose enough that my semi-hardness was not obvious. Once I got them started, I went to join my wife in the shower, where after Dina soaped me clean, she got me dirty again.
We behaved for the next few hours while the cleaners tidied up and washed dishes. Dina went out to do some errands. While she was gone, Jennifer arrived home. When she burst through the door with her usual youthful enthusiasm, my heart surged with joy that our adventures after the party had not had any lasting negative effect. My cock quickly chubbed at the sight of her trim athletic beauty. When she saw me, Jennifer's mouth spread into a wide grin, her eyes twinkling. My erection became more engorged.
"Where's the Mistletoad?" she asked, her gaze flicking upward to where it had been hanging the night before.
"Ummm - somebody took it down after the party..." I stammered, wondering whether my daughter had forgotten that she had used the sprig as set dressing for our bedroom activity.
