Abby's Christmas Magic (futa, magic, portals, nc, selfcest, impregnation, incest)
Story by cuteycindyhoney
Abby Rhode had her life planned. Accepted into the Air Force Academy, she was set to live her dream. The lovely futa longed to lose her virginity first though. Just before Christmas she meets someone who can help. Armed with a witchâs portal spell, Abby plans on bagging a fertile virgin pussy. Sheâll learn Christmas Day that things never work out the way they do in online sex stories.
Author's Note: Here we are eleven days into 2013, and I'm finally ready to post my 2012 Christmas story! Sorry for the delay, but my quick little tale turned into a 24K word major work. Just think of it as being REALLY early for next year!
Abbyâs Christmas Magic
By
Honey Moon
Abigail Scholarly Rhode, Abby, to her few friends, was indulging in her favorite past time. âSheâs a hottie!â she whispered as a busty older woman passed the window of the coffee shop.
âWhatâs that, sweetheart?â her mother asked before taking another sip of her latte.
Abby hadnât meant to say that out loud! Her mother did not favor public displays of her daughterâs obvious orientation. So many narrow minded people would talk! Thinking fast, she brought the conversation back to an old favorite subject. âUh, why did you saddle me with such a dumb name? I donât even like the Beatles, mom!â
Her mother raised an eyebrow. âDarling, be thankful I gave you an English name. Your aunt campaigned long and hard for me to name you after her.â
âRue Morgue Rhode?â Abby shuddered. âForget I said anything! I love aunt Rue, but she sounds like a character from the Addams Family! Besides, Rue means road. Thatâs a redundant pun!â
âRepetitive, too.â The older woman smiled. âI could have named you Amber, after me.â
âAt least only history buffs would get the stupid historical road pun in YOUR name!â
âOh hush!â Amber looked at her watch. âIâm off now, sweetheart.â She winked at her lovely seventeen year old daughter. âDonât try following me now. I have to finish my Christmas shopping, and I donât want you snooping. Santa wouldnât like that.â
âMother please, Iâm not a little kid any more. I know you supply the Christmas presents. Iâve known for almost six years!â She giggled and gave her mother a wink. âBesides, Santa already knows what I want!â
Amber laughed with her daughter. âThatâs fine dear. Now, are you sure you donât need a ride home?â
âMom, Iâm perfectly capable of taking the train or bus! Now donât worry about me, and go enjoy your one true loveâ¦Shopping!â
âI should resent you making me sound so shallow, but I simply must make the sale at Nordstrom!â
Abby watched as her mother hustled off. The beautiful blonde seemed oblivious to all the male heads she turned as she charged out of the coffee shop. Every eye in the place seemed locked onto the sway of her hips as the curvy wom