After the wildest morning yet, as I kept thinking things couldn’t get wilder but then they did, I went out on my own to buy Christmas presents for each of my submissive sluts… as well as for my submissive slut bride, to let them all know that I cared about them.

So I went to buy six presents.

Fuck, I had six sluts (even more if you included new bride Brittany, and the delicious chocolate confection that was Miranda’s assistant Kristina, and my newest non-relative three-hole fuck toy and ex-teacher (she’s still a teacher, just no longer mine) Mrs. Cameron) … each of them with a different meaning in my life.

MOM: She was everything to me. On one stocking-clad leg (instead of hand, get it?), she was, of course, my mother. She gave birth to me and raised me to be the man I am today (I mean she did all that before the whole I’m-her-Master-and-have-an-incestuous-harem-thing-going had begun). I respect her in her role of my Mother, and still see her in that way whenever our (sometimes flexible) family hierarchy has her at the top of the pedestal. On the other silk-stocking-clad leg, she was my first incestuous conquest (although in retrospect I may have been the prey and not the hunter (read WHAT MOM DOESN’T KNOW FUCKS HER to see how that wild night transpired)). She originally set me up with the woman who is now my bride Miranda (read WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN for that wonderful threesome). She was the first woman I ever fucked in the ass (read WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS to read about that wicked sodomy). She was, in the end, my Mom, my mentor, my lover and the strongest woman I knew.

What exactly do I give to such a woman? A woman who was, in essence, my everything.

MIRANDA: Could I have two women who were my everything? Miranda was twice my age and was also my wife (read WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN WHITE for the wildest wedding orgy ever). She was a submissive to me and to my mother, a dominant to others… a natural switch who could shift back and forth like a sexual chameleon, changing personas as the situation presented itself. She was beautiful, adventurous, and I loved her with all my heart and cock.

What exactly do you get for the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?

ELLIE: She was Mom’s best friend… her Mistress back when they were in college, and now her current Mistress (read about that crazy journey in earlier parts of this series, as it’s embedded in all those chapters). She was also mostly my submissive, albeit reluctantly, and we’d been in a two-month battle over who reigned at the top of this sexual hierarchy, and although I was mostly winning (I had used two of her sweet holes so far, but she had used various ploys to finesse giving me her ass on multiple occasions), I hadn’t yet completely tamed the beast. Which was a shame, considering I’d played a key role in getting Mom and her back together (read the three Vegas chapters WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR, WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS, AND WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN WHITE to see that evolution).

She, on the other stocking-clad leg, was very easy to buy for.

NANA: Watching her rediscover her sexuality, her inner slut, had been a real privilege. Similar to my mother, I saw her as my loving grandmother, and also my submissive three-hole slut. I wanted to show her she was still beautiful, and that age was just a number (I definitely have a thing for older women). I wanted to be able to rekindle her sex drive, to give her the pleasure she still longed for but hadn’t had since the passing of my grandfather. I also wanted to use her as the slut she wanted to be. (I know: I have a really tough life. You could call me ‘poor baby’ if you like, but then I’d have to get in your face about it.) Her transformation, or perhaps reawakening is a better term, had been enthralling to watch, and knowing she was moving to our city to be closer to us was one of the beneficial highlights of the sexual seduction of all my immediate family. (Read WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER MOM for that story.)

I didn’t know what to get her either… but I wanted it to be something special… I was the only man in her life.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Another relative, another three-hole slut for me. Yet, the biggest gain was how our growing incestuous family seductions were bringing our family closer together. Nana realized that Elizabeth had long been too judgemental of my Mom, and recently Aunt Elizabeth and Mom had gotten over their petty sibling rivalry… instead, accepting that they were both sluts for my cock, and for each other.

What to buy her? No idea.

COUSIN LAURA: She was my final close relative to succumb (it had been just last night when she’d surrendered to my wife Miranda and this morning when she’d given it up to the rest of us). She’d given me two of her holes so far, but unlike Ellie, seemed to be very willing to offer up her final virginal hole to me, we just hadn’t found the time. We were discussing her moving in with Miranda and me as our live-in fuck slut after the holidays but hadn’t finalized the decision, and thus we three could be spending a lot of time together.

She should be rather obvious to get something for… yet I had no idea.

Six women, six gifts.

Fuck!

I should mention that money wasn’t really an issue. I had over $35,000 in my bank account from my inheritance from when my dad’s dad passed away when I was fifteen. It had been locked until I was eighteen, but now I was free to use it as I wished. I’d used five grand of my original $40,000 inheritance for my first year of college tuition and books and so forth, but otherwise it had sat in the bank gaining interest. And none of that counts the money my wife Miranda has accumulated in almost twenty years of being a celebrity weather girl on television. To tell the truth I haven’t even asked her about it, but I’m sure it must be a bundle.

Today being Christmas Eve, the streets and most stores were packed. Strange how that bustle didn’t particularly affect adult stores. So arriving at an adult shop called the Love Boutique, the same one where we’d purchased costumes for the night I fucked Mom’s ass, not to mention fucking her in their change room, I easily found Laura’s present. A nice vibrating butt plug three-pack to gape that sweet, tight virgin ass for her.

Ellie’s gift was also pretty simple, as I wanted to make a clear statement. So a collar that had the word Slut embroidered on it, with a leash was perfect. Tonight needed to be the night I finished her third-hole conquest and settled once and for all who was at the top of the hierarchy.

I wasn’t sure what to get Elizabeth, until it suddenly became obvious. Although it was expensive, it was something the entire house could share… a Sybian. I already could envision Nana sitting on that thing like it was her best friend. I also imagined my women fighting over who used it… especially if I wasn’t there offering them a nice, real, throbbing cock.

I also bought Mom a cool double dick strap-on… one for each of those lower holes. Although that wasn’t her main present, just a nice stocking DP stuffer.

I wasn’t sure what to get Nana, so I left her for the time being.

I next headed to a jewelry store, knowing exactly what I was going to buy Miranda. A real wedding ring, something I hadn’t given her when we got married in Vegas. I also had an idea for Mom and Ellie. Something sweet to counterbalance the dominance of the sodomy I hoped to give to Ellie.

As I chose the right ring, which took a long time as it really should, I got a text from Mom asking when I’d be getting home. I estimated an hour, and she said to text her before I came in, as they (I wasn’t certain who ‘they’ were) had a surprise for me.

I was curious… very curious, as most surprises so far since Halloween had been pretty fucking amazing. Mom’s first surprise, late Halloween night, was that she’d known who I was all along when I’d thought I was being so sneaky when I’d fucked her at the Halloween party disguised as my Dad. Mom’s second big surprise, the next day, was introducing me to my fantasy woman Miranda Collington, who I learned was her pet, and whom I’d fucked that afternoon and eventually married.

But in spite of tonight’s Christmas surprise waiting for me, I didn’t rush the ring choosing. This was a very important decision. This was something she’d be wearing for the rest of her life. This was something that would be a lasting symbol of our love. And I already knew from Mom’s big rock from her marriage with Dad, that diamonds were indeed a girl’s best friend.

I eventually picked one… it cost slightly more than my first year’s tuition and books… but I was very happy with my choice and I hoped Miranda would be too.

I purchased Mom a diamond bracelet that had no message other than ‘I Love You’.

I also purchased two necklaces for Mom and Ellie that were called infinity heart necklaces… a sweet thought to symbolize the two of them were meant to be.

All I had left to buy for was Nana. Like Mom, I decided to give her something sweet… a necklace with her birthstone on it, surrounded by diamonds.

I walked out of the store over $8,000 poorer, but I felt a massive rush from my heartfelt giving. I wanted each of these women to know that I cared for them more than just a bunch of three-hole sluts (although I did love them for that too), but that I loved them for who they were. I also realized I was the only man in any of their lives.

I drove home, and once I was in the driveway, forgetting to alert Mom, I grabbed all the presents except the Sybian and went into the house.

Mom rushed towards me just inside the front door and told me, kind of frantically, to “Close your eyes.”

“I need to go to my room,” I said. “I have Christmas presents.”

“Funny. We have a Christmas present for you too,” she smiled, standing squarely in front of me to block my progress.

“Mmmmmm,” I smiled, at both the stubborn look on her face and the delicious sight of her wearing a red nightie, tan thigh highs and nothing else.

“What did you get for me?” she asked like a little girl, trying to peer into the bags.

“Something special.”

“Something kinky?”

“I got you two presents,” I replied. “And yes, one of them is pretty kinky.”

“Mmmmmm,” she smiled back, echoing my earlier sound.

“I have one more present to bring in, but it’s pretty big,” I said.

“Yes, it is,” she teased playfully, squeezing my growing cock… just seeing her legs and feet in those nylons and hearing her sultry voice had me ready for action. The bodice of her nighty wasn’t see-through, more’s the pity, but she still looked fuckable.

“I meant the present,” I clarified.

“Again, I couldn’t agree more.”

“You really are insatiable,” I said, shaking my head.

“What? You don’t want to fuck Mommy?” she asked, pouting.

“Oh, I always want to fuck Mommy,” I stressed. “But can’t I bring the presents in the house first?”

“Fine,” she sighed all dramatically. “I’ll take the bags to your room and you can bring in the big present. But don’t you dare take a step beyond the front door until I can escort you in.” (Like I mentioned, since Halloween I’d been head honcho around here, but it was flexible.)

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, as I went outside and grabbed the Sybian.

I came back inside, and Mom was waiting for me. “Oh my, that is big.”

“Yeah, you’ll love it,” I said.

“It’s for me?”

“Actually it’s for Aunt Elizabeth,” I said, “but I imagine it will be used by all my ladies.”

“Ladies?”

“Sorry, three-hole cum sluts,” I corrected with a smirk.

“You’d better believe it,” she said. “Leave the box there and come with me.”

“Okay,” I agreed as she took my hand.

“But close your eyes,” she ordered. “Time for your big surprise.”

“Okay,” I said, following her… curious what she had in store for me.

Mom said, as just to be sure, she put her hands over my eyes, “I had no idea what to get you until it became obvious.”

“I hope it’s a puppy,” I joked, having always wanted one, but never getting one because Mom is allergic.

“Oh, you’re very close,” she said.

“I am too,” I heard Miranda moan, adding to the intrigue.

Mom removed her hands with a “Tadah!” and I opened my eyes.

Miranda was on the couch with a naked blonde in black nylons busy between her legs. I assumed the blonde was my gift, although I couldn’t tell who she was. I could tell that she had a nice ass.

Miranda smiled, “Hi, honey.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” I smiled, as Mom acted as my dresser, or rather my undresser, as she pulled down my pants and underwear, “I see you started without me.”

She shrugged, as she asked, “Like your present?”

“She looks pretty nice from behind,” I said, as I removed my shirt.

“You don’t recognize her?” Mom asked, stroking my hard cock.

“Should I?” I asked, trying to figure out who she was… it seemed I was supposed to.

“I guess it’s been a while and you’ve never seen her naked before,” Mom agreed. “Slut, say hello to your new Master.”

I watched in curiosity as the woman between my wife’s legs disengaged, sat up and turned around, “Hi, Master Curtis.”

“Ms. Wright?” I gasped.

She crawled over to me and said with no shame at all, “I have no idea why my daughter dumped you if you were packing this.”

I stood there surprised, as my ex-girlfriend’s mom knelt before me, looked up into my eyes and stroked my cock.

“Fuck, if I’d known you had this, I would have been fucking you,” she told me.

Ms. Wright is a complete goddess, one of those MILFs who are undeniably hotter than their daughters, a comparison that always made Pamela feel rather insecure about herself. She came in third in Ms. America when she was younger, and she now still had modeling stints and the odd television appearance. If Mom hadn’t already inspired my obsession with nylons, Ms. Wright would have done so without a doubt. She too was almost always wearing them. She’d been a model for pantyhose in her younger days, and just last year had been the face (actually the ass) of a new brand targeted at businesswomen.

“Disappointed?” Ms. Wright asked as she stroked my cock.

“God, no,” I clarified. “Just astonished.”

“Pleasantly?” she asked, as she lay onto her back, raised her legs and wrapped her nylon-clad feet around my cock.

“Very pleasantly,” I moaned, as she began giving me a nylon-clad foot job.

“Pamela hated your obsession with nylons,” she said, as she smoothly pleasure me. “She actually blamed me for that.”

“Mom was to blame first,” I corrected her before adding, “but you did enhance my obsession.”

“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred.

“How long have you been fucking Ms. Wright?” I asked Mom.

“Since you and Pamela were dating.”

“No way.”

“I like that I can still surprise you,” she smiled, as she snapped her fingers and my wife crawled to her feet.

“And I do like surprises,” I said, enjoying the silky smooth foot job.

“We all do,” Miranda said as she reached Mom.

“I have surprises for all my sluts,” I said, before adding, looking down at my newest slut, “well… almost all my sluts.”

“This lovely cock can be my surprise,” Ms. Wright said, as she looked up at my cock with admiration. God, the power of a big cock never gets old.

“Well then, Merry Christmas,” I joked, as I watched her pleasuring my cock and my wife licking Mom.

“I can’t believe you didn’t marry Pamela,” she said, “it would have been nice to have a son-in-law I could fuck.”

I laughed, looking at my bride lapping away on my mother’s cunt, “I still can’t believe who I married myself, most of the time.”

“So do you want to come on my feet or to fuck me?”

“Well, maybe both,” I said, as I then ordered, “Let’s see if you’re a better cock sucker than your daughter.”

“I imagine I’m better at everything than my daughter,” she said wickedly, as she got up to her knees and devoured my cock, taking all eight inches into her mouth in a single gulp.”She’s a nasty slut,” Mom said, her hands in my wife’s hair.

“They seem to be everywhere around here,” I laughed, thinking how I was inheriting a new slut almost every day of late.

“For cocks your size they are,” Mom replied, while Ms. Wright concurred with a moan.

I laughed, as I watched Ms. Wright bob on my cock like a professional porn star, “So I’m learning.”

Miranda reminded me from between Mom’s legs, “Don’t forget who owns half of that cock now.”

“I’ll never forget our community property,” I promised, meaning it.

“You’d better not,” she teased.

“Nor should you forget who your first slut was,” Mom added.

“Of course not,” I said, before adding, “you two jewels are my top sluts.”

“Good,” Mom nodded, my conversations so surreal since Halloween’s life-changing night.

“God, can she suck cock,” I groaned, as Ms. Wright bobbed furiously, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer with this velvet vacuum of a mouth.

“Claim her as your slut with a big facial,” Mom suggested, knowing from experience that I was close.

“Good idea,” I groaned, my balls boiling.

Miranda looked up and added, “Yes, baptise the bitch as our cum slut.”

“Our cum slut?” I asked, with a coy smile.

“Everything that’s mine is yours, and everything that’s yours is mine,” she pointed out.

“Of course,” I agreed, as a few seconds later I pulled out and erupted all over the MILF model.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let her face be coated with cum. Like a good slut, as soon as I was done unloading, she leaned forward and took my cock back in her mouth to retrieve any last remnants of cum.

“That’s it, finger fuck me, slut,” my natural switch Mom ordered, easily transitioning between submissive and dominant at a moment’s notice, depending on who else was involved.

“Yes, Mistress,” my wife replied, a flexible switch herself, but always submissive to my Mom, as I watched her furiously finger fuck my Mom while she sucked aggressively on her clit.

Knowing I would need some recovery time after my blow job and wanting to wrap my gifts, I ordered, “You three sluts get into a daisy chain and please each other until I’m ready for you.”

Three simultaneous ‘Yes, Master’ responses, and I watched as they all got onto the floor and into a daisy chain where Mom was now licking Miranda, Miranda was licking Ms. Wright, and Ms. Wright was licking Mom, who hadn’t come yet.

I watched for a moment (who wouldn’t watch three hot women in nylons pleasuring each other) before I retrieved the Sybian and went upstairs.

I wrapped each present, which took some time as I wasn’t great at wrapping, before I returned to see them still in a daisy chain some twenty minutes later, although now there were six women, as Nana, Auntie and Laura had all returned home and changed into some hot lingerie.

I watched the six of them… their bodies moving in different ways.

I listened to the six of them… their moans telling me they were at different stages of upcoming orgasms.

I grabbed my phone, took a photo and texted Ellie: Why are you not here?

She texted back: Who is the new slut?

I responded: Get your cunt over here and find out.

She responded: On my way.

I smiled at her obedience.

She texted back a minute later: By the way, I was already on my way and not because you told me!

I texted back: Sure, sure.