Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Mother did wander in her sheer morning blouse
She passed her son’s bedroom and a sight filled her with glee
From under her handsome boy’s covers poked his large Christmas tree
She crept in besides him, her hands went on a search
Softly she sighed when her hands wrapped ’round his birch
Easing her lips ’round his rod, she gently did stroke
Licking, sucking and tugging as her boy slowly awoke
‘Oh, mommy…’, he moaned as he felt her tongue expertly tease
With pride she took him in her throat, eager to please
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, he came with a scream
She gulped and gulped as she swallowed her darling son’s cream
A drop she wiped from her chin as she rose from his bed
And with a kiss on his cock said ‘Merry Christmas, sleepyhead!’
Tiptoeing to her daughter’s room, she heard a familiar sound
And peeking from the doorway, a lustful sight she found
There, under the light of a Christmas candle flame
She saw her darling daughter, bouncing on daddy’s candy cane