Mommy Saw Me Kissing Santa Claus

Over a decade later, Flurry Heart—now nearing the end of her college career—was home on vacation. It was Christmas Eve, and she once again had a sneaky plan in mind. But this time, the energy drink was out in the open, and paid for with her own money, rather than filched.

She’d come a long way since that first Christmas Eve she’d stayed up late. Initially, she’d been traumatized by what she’d witnessed. Both by the fact that Santa wasn’t real—was only her dad in disguise—and by witnessing her mom going down on her dad. Even if her angle meant she’d only seen her mom kneeling between her dad’s legs. (In truth, her view had been so poor, she hadn’t figured out just what she’d seen until some years later.)

But then years passed, as they do, and she grew a little older, as one does. And a little before puberty kicked in, it had been discovered that their house had problems which rendered it legally uninhabitable, and they’d ended up moving across town. Into an apartment where the walls were…well, probably just as thin as their old house, to be honest, but now their bedrooms were closer. Which meant that on the almost regular occasions when her parents’ passion overflowed, Flurry Heart heard it.

While she was at first disgusted and horrified, she quickly got used to it. And as puberty progressed, she actually came to enjoy it. She learned a lot about sex by listening to her parents. And a lot about her parents, too. Including the fact that they had something of an incest fetish. Flurry couldn’t count the number of times she’d heard her mother roleplaying as her aunt.

And this past summer, she’d heard her own name coming from the other side of her bedroom wall once or twice.

After several months of that thought buzzing around in her head, Flurry had finally decided to act on it. She figured she had a decent chance of making it happen. After all, she’d long since figured out that her parents had an open relationship, and exactly what that meant. And some of the interactions between her dad and Auntie Twilight made her almost certain that her folks had more experience with incest than just roleplay.

So these last few days, while she’d been home, she’d been subtly flirting with her dad. Mostly by wearing skimpier clothing and being more tactile than usual.

Eventually, Flurry Heart heard some noises from down the hall, so she chugged the rest of her drink and got out of bed. Then she took off her nightclothes and checked herself over in the full-length mirror on the back of her door. A little primping had her hair looking elegant, but just slightly mussed, giving her an alluring look—just the way her Auntie Rarity had taught her. The rest of her slender body was fine as it was, though. Even her little heart-shaped bush, and the (temporary) mistletoe tattoo above it.

Now all that was left was to get dressed. Flurry opened her dresser carefully, to avoid making too much noise, and pulled out some lingerie—also courtesy of Aunt Rarity. A Christmas-red bodysuit with a lacy bodice that accentuated her healthy breasts and a pair of red stockings with white fur trim. Flurry thought about putting on some heels too, but all she had was a pair of dark pink high-heel boots that didn’t go with her outfit. So she just threw on a thin, dark pink robe that covered up all of her semi-sheer outfit and left her room.

In the hall, Flurry Heart saw light from the living room, and knew her dad was up. Then she checked the door to her parents’ room. It was open a few inches, and Flurry looked in. While she couldn’t see the bed directly, there was a mirror angled to give a perfect view of it. In the reflection, Flurry saw her mom under the covers. (In the last year or two, Flurry had come to suspect the mirror had been deliberately set up that way to let a curious teen peek in, if she’d ever wanted to. Flurry never had, though, being content with just listening. After seeing them that one time, she’d felt weird anytime she thought about trying to peep on them.)

Cadance had gone to bed early that evening, saying she was feeling tired, and while Flurry was a little surprised to see her still in bed, she was glad that she’d have her dad to herself. Finding an hour or two alone with him had been the hardest part of her seduction plan, and the only part she hadn’t figured out.

After confirming that her father was alone, Flurry hurried down the hall. Peeking into the living room, she saw her dad in a Santa outfit, putting presents under the tree by lamplight. He might be a Secret Service agent, and pushing fifty, but Shining Armor was still the same as ever. The kind of goofy dork who’d still pretend to be Santa, even years after his little girl had stopped believing. Flurry snuck into the room, moving around in front of the couch before announcing herself.

“Hi, Dad.” she said, in a sultry voice.

“Gah!” her dad yelped, twisting around, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun he fortunately wasn’t wearing at that moment. “Flurry, what are you…” he started, before remembering what he was supposed to be doing. “I mean, uh…Ho, ho, ho! What do you mean, Dad? Don’t you recognize Santa Claus?” Shining asked, pitching his voice as deep as it would go.

“Come on, Dad. I’m not a little girl, anymore. And I stopped believing in Santa when I was nine.” Flurry said, giving him a flat stare.

“Come on, yourself, Sweetheart. Can’t you humor your old man a little?” Shining Armor asked in his normal voice, slightly exasperated. “Besides, you know you’ll always be my little girl.”

“Alright, I suppose I can humor you a little.” Flurry conceded, unable to keep a small smile off her face. “So, Santa, did you bring me anything good this year?”

“Well, that…” Shining Armor started, before clearing his throat and lowering his voice again. “Well, that depends. Have you been a good girl this year, or have you been naughty?” Shining flinched internally at the mental image that produced. While he was ninety-nine percent sure Flurry was sexually active, he really didn’t like to think about some random guy putting his mitts all over his precious little girl.

“Well, I haven’t been too naughty.” Flurry almost purred, fiddling with the opening of her robe.

“Ho, ho, ho, I’m glad to hear that—”

“Yet.” Flurry added, with a flirty wink.

“What do you mean ‘yet’?” Shining asked, somehow managing to keep up his act.

“Well… ‘Santa’… You work so hard, giving so many presents, I figure you deserve to get a present of your own.” Flurry explained, dropping her robe, to reveal her lingerie.

“F-Flurry! Wh-what are you doing?” Shining asked, even as his brain pointed out that the body before him was nearly identical to his wife’s at that age. The same hourglass shape, smooth skin, flat belly, and slender limbs. Now in her mid-fifties, Cadance was still a beautiful, incredibly sexy woman, but in a much fuller-figured way. In their day, she’d have been described as thicc.

“Giving you your present, Santa.” Flurry said, stepping—slinking, really—closer with an exaggerated sway of her hips. “And even though this is kinda naughty, maybe I can get a gift of my own?” she added, putting her hand right on top of Shining’s crotch. She felt weird propositioning her dad like this, and grabbing his bulge definitely caused a confusing mix of emotions. Feeling his cock grow under her hand tipped the scales pretty solidly into arousal, though.

“Flurry…baby, what you’re proposing is incest, you know.” Shining said, dropping his act and pulling back as much as he could without tripping over the presents he’d already laid out.

“And have you and Auntie Twily let that stop you?” Flurry asked, playing a hunch.

“WHAT!” Shining exclaimed, forgetting to keep his voice down. “How…How did you know about that?” he demanded, grabbing his daughter.

“Shhh!” Flurry insisted, raising her hand from his crotch to her lips. “And I didn’t know-know. Not until you just confirmed it. But I had a hunch, from the way you two acted around each other, sometimes. And with as many times as I’ve heard you and Mom roleplaying…”

“Damnit. I thought we were more careful than that.” her dad grumbled.

“The walls here are pretty thin.” Flurry pointed out, through her surprise at being right about her dad and aunt.

“Not what I meant. Though, yeah, they are.” he agreed, facepalming. There was a moment of silence as they both tried to adjust to their new knowledge.

“So, you and Auntie Twilight really hooked up, huh. When? Back when you were in school, or…” Flurry hadn’t intended to get sidetracked, but now she just had to know.

“No. Not until after we were both married.” Shining admitted. “The four of us worked it out a couple years after she married Timber. Every year or two, there’ll be a…a birthday threesome.”

“Hers or yours?” Flurry asked without thinking.

“Either. Or sometimes, Cady joins Twily for Timber’s birthday.”

“Does Uncle Timber ever join you for Mom’s birthday?”

“Once. But your mom usually likes to do something new or rare on her birthday.”

“Okay, that’s a little…” Flurry wasn’t sure what that was, exactly. A little exciting, or disturbing. Or maybe even a little scary, considering all the things she’d heard her parents doing over the years. “But anyways, that means that incest isn’t a problem.” she pointed out suddenly, putting her hand back on her dad’s crotch.

“Not for me, no, but I was mostly asking for your sake.” he explained.

“It’s okay, Dad. I’ve been thinking about this for months, and I’m sure I want this.” Flurry said, before leaning in to kiss him. Just like her mother, she was the same height as Shining Armor. A second later, she pulled back, looking bothered.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Shining reassured her. “Even if you think you’re okay with it, it can take some getting used to in practice.”

“No, it’s not that.” Flurry said, shaking her head. Even though she did agree that it was weird, she was willing to keep going until she got used to it. “It’s the beard. Kissing you with that thing on is no fun. It’s gotta go.” She gave the full white beard a slight tug and found that it and the wig were all one piece, and thankfully not held on with some sort of adhesive. She took his hat off, and on a whim, put it on her own head, just like she’d seen her mother do all those years ago. Then she pulled the hairpiece off her dad and kissed him again.

They soon had their arms around each other, their tongues in each other’s mouths, and their crotches rubbing together. The makeout session continued until Flurry Heart no longer felt weird about tongue-kissing or grinding on her dad. And then a little longer, just for fun.

When they broke apart, Flurry took Shining’s hand and led him to the couch. Then she kissed him again and started unbuttoning his coat. Shining had to stop her for a moment, so he could pull the pillow out. Once he’d tossed it aside, the coat quickly followed, baring his body to his daughter’s eyes. He was pretty fit, but he was starting to develop a dad bod, since most of his time was spent behind a desk these days.

Tentatively, Flurry put her hands on her dad’s chest, running them over his skin. She suddenly realized that this was as far as she’d gone with her first real boyfriend, and that made her feel weird for a brief moment, before she leaned in to kiss his chest. She’d intended to work herself up to trying some male nipple-play, which she’d heard her dad enjoy many times, but she just felt too awkward to try it. So she diverted to his neck at the last second. The feel of her dad’s hands groping her ass spurred her on though, and she started kissing her way down his torso.

Before long, Flurry was on her knees, and face-to-face with Shining Armor’s bulge. Not letting herself think about whose it was, she kissed it softly, before undoing the belt. When she pulled her dad’s pants and boxers down, she couldn’t help gasping at the size of the dick she revealed.

“Wow.” she said, holding her hand up to it. It wasn’t the longest she’d ever seen—that one had stretched from her wrist to her fingertips, and at nearly six feet tall, Flurry’s hands were not small—but it was a decent second. And while it wasn’t soda can-thick, it wasn’t pencil-thin, either. It was all-around above average, but not exceptionally huge.

After taking in the sight for a second, Flurry spat on her hand and wrapped it around the hot shaft. She stroked it a couple times, before leaning in and licking it. It tasted…like skin, mostly, with a little bit of masculine musk. Pretty much like the couple other cocks she’d tasted. More licking ensued, with Flurry wetting the shaft all over, before taking the head in her mouth and starting to bob on it.

The thought that she was actually sucking her dad’s cock, after thinking about it so much for the last few months, was almost unbelievable. And amazingly hot. It was a nice mouthful; not big enough to leave her jaw sore if this turned into an extended session. It didn’t seem like that was going to happen though, since after only a minute or two of sucking, stroking, and fondling, Flurry felt her dad’s nuts starting to pull up.

Shining felt amazing. Incest had been his fetish, originally—even though Cadance had been the one to push/ease him into every new step—and seeing his daughter on her knees in front of him, blowing him, was more exciting than he’d expected. And even though her skills weren’t nearly on his wife’s level, the fact that she looked so much like a younger Cadie only added fuel to his fire.

“Wait, wait, wait—Baby, stop!” Shining said in a rush, as his orgasm nearly ambushed him. Not wanting to cum too early, he grabbed the hand on his cock and squeezed tight, while also flexing his pelvic muscles. Shining also grabbed a handful of his lover’s hair, yanking her off his cock. Forgetting, in his urgency, that said lover wasn’t his wife.

“Ah!” Flurry yelped at the stab of pain. “Son of a—” Force of habit had her cutting her swear short when she remembered who was in front of her.

“Shit! Sorry, baby.” Shining hissed, still holding himself back. “Cadie likes me to be rough with her sometimes, and you look so much like her, I kinda forgot for a second you weren’t her.” he explained, also forgetting some basic sexual etiquette for a moment. Luckily for him, Flurry Heart wasn’t really bothered by the comparison.

“It’s okay, Dad.” she said, patting her head with her free hand. “It didn’t really hurt. Just kinda stung a little.” In fact, she was even enjoying the warmth that followed the sting a bit. Which did surprise her somewhat, since she’d never tried any rough stuff before. Primarily because she’d never had any interest in it. The thought that she might just have to change her mind about that occurred to her, but she pushed that aside for later. “Can you let go of my hand?”

“Just a sec.” Shining answered. A few seconds later, once he was sure the danger was passed, he let go and moved back to sit on the couch. “Sorry about that, baby. But I’m not as young as I used to be, and I didn’t want to waste too much time recovering.”

“I get it.” Flurry assured her dad, discreetly flexing her hand behind her back. Not discreetly enough to escape Shining Armor’s notice, but he pretended otherwise. “Though I wouldn’t really mind some time to kiss and cuddle. Unless you don’t like cum-breath.”

“I mean, I’m not very fond of it, but I’m secure enough in my masculinity that it doesn’t bother me.” Shining shrugged. “But there’s plenty of time for that kiss and cuddle now. Why don’t you come sit on my lap? You haven’t done that in a few years.”

Flurry took her dad’s invitation, straddling his lap, careful not to touch his cock again. As he grabbed her waist in his hands, she took his face in hers, and they kissed again. Flurry was surprised by how nice it was, just kissing her dad like this. It reminded her more of her boyfriends, than the couple one night stands she’d had. Then his hands moved to her breasts, and it felt even better. The firm yet gentle massage soon had her arching her back, pushing her breasts harder into her dad’s strong hands.

A minute or so later, Shining Armor pulled Flurry in close and stuck his face between her breasts. He motorboated them briefly, before starting to kiss them. As he lavished attention on one breast, he pulled the opposite shoulder strap down, revealing her pink orb. Then he moved his mouth to the exposed skin and pulled the other strap down. With both breasts exposed, he upped his game, adding hard sucks and gentle nips to the one in his mouth, while massaging the free orb a little more roughly than before. Flurry was soon vocalizing as her dad gently worried one nipple in his teeth and pinched the other just hard enough to border on pain.

“Ah, ah, oh fu…, ah, oh f…fuh…, oh.” Part of her was still trying to not swear in front of her dad, despite the situation.

“Come on, baby, come for me.” Shining said, slipping the hand on her ass between her legs, and rubbing her soaking slit.

“Oh fuck, Daddy!”

Flurry choked back her scream, remembering at the last second that her mom was asleep just down the hall. Her dad’s fingers kept rubbing, pushing her orgasm on and on. And when it finally passed, she went limp, catching herself on his shoulders. An instant later, Shining Armor wrapped his arms around Flurry’s back, holding her up.

“How you feeling, baby? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked, placing a soft peck on her nipple, before gently sucking it.

“No, Dad.” Flurry sighed, holding his head close and running her fingers through his hair. “That was just perfect, actually.” Her dad just hummed and started running his hands up and down her body.

“Ready to continue?” Shining asked a moment later. And when Flurry said yes, he told her to get her arms out of the straps. Once she had, he twisted around and dropped her on the couch. Kneeling over her, he started worshipping his way down her body, peeling the bodysuit down as he went. At least, until he got it down past her belly button. Then he froze and sat up, giving her a hard look.

“Flurry, what is this?” Flurry’s dad asked, disapprovingly.

“Wha—oh.” Flurry said, realizing he meant the mistletoe. “Relax, Dad, it’s temporary. One of Aunt Sunset’s.” She had no idea why the yellow-skinned woman had created a temp-tat that didn’t fade or wash off, except with alcohol—much less how. When asked, she just said it had to do with her life before Canterlot High.

“It better be, otherwise you’re stuck with it forever, you know.”

“Yes, Dad. I know.” Flurry sighed, rolling her eyes. Shining Armor suddenly realized just what he was doing.

“Sorry, Flurry.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “That’s one problem with incest. Sometimes, your regular relationships get in the way. It’s pretty, though. And since I was planning to follow that suggestion anyway…I should probably stop talking and get to it. Heh.” Shining finished with an awkward laugh, before bending down. He gave the tat a quick kiss, and then a couple more, before moving his lips further down. Once he’d pulled the lingerie past Flurry’s hips, he sat up and pulled it all the way off her.

Shining took a few seconds to just look at his daughter’s naked crotch, but with the lamp behind him, he couldn’t get a very good look. So he leaned back down to see it more clearly. Here was one place she was different than her mother. Not just the heart-shaped bush, with its different colors, but her lips were thinner and less prominent than Cadance’s. Shining also thought she had a little less muscle tone in her thighs. Which he confirmed as he kissed his way up one thigh, his hands pushing her stocking ahead of his mouth.

When he finished stripping the other leg, Shining Armor grabbed his daughter’s waist and pulled it with him as he sat up. Then he finally took his first taste. A slow lick right up the middle of her slit gave him a good taste of her mild flavor, before he switched to tasing licks around her lips. He teased her for over a minute, waiting until she grabbed his head, trying to pull him into her pussy before focusing directly on her clit. After that, it was only a few seconds before Flurry came for the second time that night, biting her hand to not scream out loud. Shining kept licking, though, easing her down. Then he crawled on top of her body and held her as she caught her breath.

After a minute or two, Flurry Heart had recovered enough to get going again. Which she signaled by caressing his body and gently grinding her hips up against him. “Not that all this hasn’t been fun so far, but I’d like to get to the main event.” she said.

“Alright. You okay like this, or do you wanna be on top?” Shining asked. He’d noticed over the years that many younger women preferred to be on top, because they just weren’t used to his size.

“I do kinda prefer to be on top.” Flurry admitted. So Shining Armor got off her and helped her up. Then he lay down, and she climbed on top of him. She lifted up his cock and rubbed it against her entrance, making sure it was nice and wet. Then she sat down slightly, taking the head into her. She took her time working her way down her dad’s shaft, but before long, she had him hilt deep.

“That feels good. Real good.” Flurry moaned, twisting her hips in small circles, to loosen herself up a little more.

“Wait!” Shining blurted out suddenly. “You are on the pill, right?”

“An IUD, actually. So I didn’t have to worry about missing a dose.” Flurry answered, confused. “But didn’t you get a vasectomy when I was in junior high?”

“It, uh…it didn’t take.” Shining said.

“It didn’t take?”

“Yeah, every few thousand surgeries, the healing process is…too effective.” Shining explained. “And your mom and I that was the universe’s way of telling us we were supposed to have more kids, so we didn’t try again. Didn’t work out that way, though.”

“Well…maybe…if you want, I mean…we could pretend…”

“No.” Shining Armor refused bluntly. “Pregnancy is not my fetish. Never has been. And definitely not with my daughter.”

“Yeah, it’s not really my thing, either.” Flurry agreed, relieved. “But since it’s Christmas and all, I figured I should offer, just in case you were into it.”

“Incest and pregnancy shouldn’t mix. Not for me, at least.”

“I’m glad, honestly. Because that was never going to happen. Not for real, anyway. But this is real enough.” Flurry said, lifting herself up and dropping down. It was an admittedly awkward segue off an awkward topic. But Flurry soon forgot about it as she fucked herself on her dad’s sizable cock. It was large enough that she wasn’t comfortable going too fast, but she was still climbing towards orgasm quickly. And even quicker once Shining grabbed her tits and started massaging them. Moans soon started slipping out, and her speed picked up a bit.

From there, it wasn’t long before her orgasm washed over her, making her moan extra-loud. As she recovered from her orgasm, Flurry was a little surprised to realize it was her third of the night. Her previous record for a single session was two, and that was with masturbation. And more surprisingly, her dad was clearly not done yet, considering how hard he still was inside her. But Flurry needed a little bit of a break, to let her pelvic muscles recover.

So she sat mostly still, just twisting her hips a little, now and then. She also clenched her insides every few seconds. It wasn’t really giving her that much of a rest, but—foolish as it was—she didn’t want her dad to think she couldn’t handle the full experience. Plus, every time she squeezed his cock, he gently squeezed her breasts, which were still in his hands, and it felt pretty good.

“Flurry—”

“Shh.” Flurry interrupted. She seemed to have gotten her second wind, and her muscles weren’t as achy as before, so she speeded up her rhythmic clenching.

“But Flurry, I—Uh!”

Shining’s second attempt to war Flurry of his fast-approaching orgasm was also interrupted. This time, by a particularly tight squeeze of Flurry Heart’s pussy, which triggered the orgasm and rendered the warning moot.

The slight swelling of her father’s shaft inside her, and the feeling of his cum spurting into her triggered another small orgasm in Flurry, and she bit her lip as she groaned, “Daddy~” She came down as her dad’s cock stopped twitching, and leaned against the back of the couch, intent on relaxing for a bit, before going back to her room—

“Ahn, fuck!”

Flurry’s afterglow and tiredness disappeared in an instant and she jerked her head around, to see her mother leaning against the doorjamb, naked, holding an old-fashioned camcorder.