161 - Naughty Claus Boxes
*Naughty Claus is the best part of Christmas. Werewolf seems to enjoy it also. I mean I got four more kids after Naughty Claus was created. - Charlotte*
Camille was snuggled into Darkness’ side, he was in that space between sleep and awake, and the evenness of her breathing told him that she was in the same state. They were in the same room that Camille had slept in for the majority of her childhood. Posters of her teen years had been replaced with pictures from around Baton Rouge and New Orleans.
Sid had explained that she did not like pictures of people, especially family and most especially kids, in the bedroom. She had this thing about having people, even if they were just in pictures, looking at them. Especially if they were having sex.
When she had been telling Darkness this, the first time he had come up to Massachusetts, Camille had shuddered at the thought of her parents having sex. He had thought that it was the typical grown child not wanting to know about their parents’ sex life. A few days later, he discovered it was because all of their kids knew way too much about Sid and Trigg’s sexual preferences.
He wasn’t sure about the other four bedrooms upstairs, but Camille’s room did not block out the sounds of her parents fucking in the only bedroom on the bottom floor. The night before last they stayed at the Shack, Nicki told them the next morning that Oma and Opa were louder than their adoptive parents. Up until then, Darkness had thought that they had been quiet enough in their third-floor bedroom. Soundproofing had been added to Camille’s list for Cookie and Kilo.
There was sound in the hall as a door opened across the hall. His eyes opened and he looked towards the door where the light from the hallway slipped between the floor and the door. Just as it dawned on him that the hall light should not be on, the other door closed. A moment later, the door to their room opened and Sid stepped inside.
“Mom?” Camille asked as she sat up, holding the sheet to her chest even though she wore a tank top.
He knew that she was doing that because they had gotten a little carried away yesterday morning before leaving the basement dungeon. When they came to bed last night, closer to early this morning after the traditional Christmas Eve at Molly’s compound, he saw the bite mark on her breast and promptly made the other breast match. Other activities followed and then they shared a shower and changed the sheets ensuring that neither slept in a wet spot.
Sid smiled as she held up the two boxes in her hands, “I guess Naughty Claus got caught this year.”
“I like Naughty Claus.”
Darkness’ voice was deep and low, more than usual and rough from sleep. Camille turned to look at her husband and he could tell that his voice was making her more than damp. He was willing to bet that her pussy was gushing.
“I’m pretty sure that you just melted your wife’s panties,” Sid chuckled quietly as she stepped over the pile of sheets and blankets to get to the bed.
“Not wearing any,” Camille admitted.
“Simplifies things,” he grinned.
“Do not encourage my mother.”
She laid back down on her husband’s shoulder and he turned to press a kiss to her hair. “She brought us sex toys. Your mother needs no encouragement.”
“You know,” Sid said as she tossed the boxes down on the bed, “your dad needs more grandkids.”
Camille began to swear in Dutch, just under her breath, but loud enough for Sid to hear it. She got onto her daughter for her language and the two went back and forth. As they got louder, the insults got more interesting, or Darkness did not know as much Dutch as he thought he did.
“Seriously?” Allison asked from the doorway. “That is our mother. I do not need to know if she can take a pumpkin up her ass.”
Both mother and youngest daughter started laughing and Darkness decided that he did understand what they were saying. Maybe it would be better if he had not.
Tink nudged his way past the growing crowd in the doorway and bounded up onto the bed. He wedged his way between the two on the bed and laid down with his head on his owner’s shoulder and looked at her adoringly. With a quick warning, he whimpered but did not lick her face as Darkness was certain that he was primed to do.
“Oma, we’re all up, I’m calling mom and waking up Opa,” Colton declared from the hallway. “And I don’t want to know the size of the pumpkin.”
“That works, everyone downstairs,” Sid laughed and directed her other grandkids to follow the oldest. “Come on, Tink, you got to go, too. Mitch, take the dog with you! “Go on, boy, go wake up Opa.”
With an excited arf, the dog was up on all four paws and jumped over Darkness. His back paws dug into Camille’s stomach and side as he pushed off. She gave a small oomph as the dog landed and scrambled down the hall with the grandkids following him.
“You two get dressed,” she motioned to the couple in the bed. Touching the side of her own neck, she pointed to her daughter with the other hand, “You might want to cover that up before your daddy sees. And might I advise silk? It doesn’t mark up your skin as much.”
“Mother…” Camille hissed as Darkness wrapped his arms around her. His whole body shook with laughter.
“We had to improvise,” he finally admitted.
“You could have asked,” she shrugged as she stepped back over the sheets. “I’m not washing these.”
“I’ll toss them in the wash after we get up,” Camille assured her mom.
“That’s good with me. looks like Naughty Claus brought something for both of you.” She pointed at the two boxes as she approached the door to the hallway.
“SIDNEY!” Trigg yelled from their bedroom downstairs.
“He’s so grumpy in the mornings,” Sid complained, stopping in the doorway, she winked at Darkness. “I guess I should have sucked him off before coming upstairs.”
“Moeder!” Camille called out to the disappearing figure.
Darkness chuckled and smiled at his wife, “Grab the boxes.”
“Wi, Mesye,” she replied with a daring smile.
“Do not start, little Cam,” he growled the warning as she moved to all fours to grab the boxes at the end of the bed.
Grinning over her shoulder, she gave the same reply before grabbing the boxes. Her smile grew when his hand made contact with her exposed ass cheek. His hand caressed the reddened skin before sliding down the back of her leg.
“Bring it here.”
She sat back beside him, and he took both boxes from her and put them into the drawer of the bedside table. The look of disappointment could not be hidden from him. Leaning forward, he kissed her.
“Later, my sweet wife," he grinned. "I promise the wait will be worth it.”
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