Nothing could put him in a bad mood today, for tonight was Christmas Eve, and his darling daughters had a special present to give him tonight.

‘No,’ he corrected himself, ‘not for me. It’s Santa who’s getting a present from the girls tonight!’

Sam’s smile widened as his thoughts drifted back to the Christmases of his childhood. It had started when he was 12, and his older sister was 14. His father had dressed up as Santa Claus, and went into his sister’s room (Sam had been too excited to sleep, and had seen his father through his partly open door). A minute later, his mother had come into his room, dressed in a long red nightgown and a white wig. She had told him she was Mrs. Claus, and that she had a special present for him. He lost his virginity that night to his mother. He had assumed that his sister had lost hers to their father (and she verified it the next day when the two of them talked about the night before).

Thus was started a yearly Christmas Eve tradition. Each year was a little different, but always, Mom and Dad were Santa and Mrs. Claus. And every Christmas day, after the presents had been opened, Sam and his sister would get together and tell each other what had happened. Sam’s favorite year had been when he was 15. He had pretended to be a helpful Elf, taking care of Mrs. Claus’ needs in Santa’s absence. Sam had tried only once to have sex with his mother when it wasn’t Christmas Eve. She had gotten very upset with him, informing him that it wasn’t proper behavior for a boy to come on to his mother, and that she had no idea why he would try such a thing. After that, Sam settled for his yearly night with “Mrs. Claus”.

The tradition ended after Sam’s sister graduated high school and left for college. Neither of them ever found out what motivated their parents to start their little Christmas Eve tradition, and neither bothered to try and find out. Sam, however, had decided to continue the tradition with his own daughters; Sally, age 11, and Lynn, age 9. Sam had first repeated his parents’ Christmas tradition when Sally was 7, and Lynn was 5. Santa had gone into their bedroom, taken off their panties, and used his mouth and hands to make them feel really nice. Both girls loved it. Of course, Sam had told them that they couldn’t tell anyone about it, not even their Mommy and Daddy, or he wouldn’t be able to come back again next year. And neither girl had said a thing.

The next year, Santa had taught the girls to stroke and suck his cock. Both girls became eager cocksuckers. Last year, he had decided it was time to take Sally’s cherry. He had planned to wait before he fucked Lynn, but she had cried so much about Santa giving Sally a new present, and not her, that he had finally broken down and taken hers as well. She cried even more when he first broke her maidenhead, but as the pain went away, she began to really enjoy it, just as her sister had. Both girls had gone to bed with big grins on their faces, eager for next Christmas. Although they still never mentioned it the next day, Sam was pretty sure that they had figured out just who “Santa” really was.

As Sam pulled into his driveway, he was sporting a massive hard-on. Just thinking about fucking his sexy little girls had him horny as hell!! As he walked through the door, he was greeted by his wife and daughters. He hugged both of his girls, then hugged and kissed his wife.

“And how was your day?” she asked him.

“Not too bad. How was yours?”

“About the same.” She turned to the girls. “Go wash up and get ready for supper.”

“Okay, Mom,” they replied, running for the bathroom.

“So, are you looking forward to tonight?” she asked her husband, a wicked grin on her face. She ran her hand along his crotch, rubbing his stiff prick. “I guess you are!”

“I can’t wait. It’s too bad Christmas only comes once a year!”

Later that night, shortly after the girls had gone to bed, Sam got undressed and put on his Santa suit – red pants, red shirt, red hat, and white beard. He went bare foot. It might not look quite right, but boots would only get in the way later. He didn’t bother wearing any underwear for the same reason. He tiptoed into the living room, a bag of presents over his shoulder. Setting the bag down, he starting pulling out presents and putting them under the tree. He put out the last present, and turned around, only to be greeted by his two daughters, standing quietly, side by side, wearing their simple cotton nightgowns. Sally’s had Snoopy on it, and Lynn’s was adorned with Strawberry Shortcake. Sam smiled at his two girls.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! And what are you two doing up?”

“We couldn’t wait for tomorrow, Santa!” Lynn said excitedly.

“Yeah, Santa, we just had to see you,” Sally added.

“Well, then,” Sam said, “have you two been good little girls this year?”

“Yes, Santa!” they responded eagerly, in unison.

“So, where’s Santa’s milk and cookies?” Sam asked, following the pattern they had developed over the years.

“Oh, we’ve got a much better treat for you, Santa,” Sally replied.

“Oh, and what might that be?”

With huge grins on their faces, both girls grabbed the edges of their nightgowns, and pulled them up above their waists, revealing that neither was wearing any panties. Sam licked his lips as he stared at the two smooth, tiny pussy slits of his little girls. His prick hardened instantly, hidden only by the fact that his Santa pants were very loose fitting. “Oh my, are those for me?” he asked.

“Yes, Santa!” Lynn said......(cont)