Bukkake mom's holiday surprise

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Jean's always had a dirty wish: she wants to be drenched in cum. She wants to look like a glazed doughnut and then lick it all up. How she gets the cum varies from fantasy to fantasy but she can't help but feel extra aroused when she thinks of it following a large gangbang and being handled by a huge crowd of men.

One problem: Jean's husband is the town's pastor and while he's a good man, he's pretty vanilla and believes sperm only exists to either go into a woman's vagina, or for it to be swallowed. He won't even finish with a facial when she gives him a blowjob. Still, he's a good guy and besides, such things only work in the realm of fiction. Which is why she shares her fantasy online.

One user seems especially interested and she gets off telling him about her fantasy, even sending him a nude pic, though she almost immediately regrets it and closes her account. The exchange bothers her through the holiday season, worried that her pic will wind up online. Husband notices this and, thinking it might be stress, tells her to go up to her dads early for Christmas so she can just relax.

Taking her 18 year old son with her, she arrives and gives her dad a big ole hug. She then notices that all of her male relatives are there, sans families. Confused, she asks why they are all there and her son holds up some mistletoe and kisses her full on the lips. She then notices everyone has flipped their phones out and are showing her the nude picture she did.

Turns out mom initially chatted with her son though he let the others know and they've been taking turns. They all want to let her experience her fantasy. Mom is overcome with excitement but tries to stay triue to her husband. Relatives argue that it's not cheating, it's a husband's duty to satisfy his wife and if he can't do it, then she should go to her family for help next. Mom feels her soon working the zipper on her dress down and sees her brothers and father lining up to kiss her under the mistletoe. She finally relents and over the course of the night is absolutely drenched in cum.

Husband comes the next day and is happy to see her more relaxed. What's more, he's decided to try and shoot his load on her more when they have sex. Mom is happy, though she knows she now has a supply whenever she wants in the form of her son or the rest of her family.
 
A variant of this we've explored here is that she REQUIRES cum, preferably from close kinfolk. She has a dreadful, deadly disease that can only be held in remission by regular (several times daily) administration of kin-cum. In the old idea, she needed to ingest it. Here, she has some rare but toxic skin condition needing a hearty dosage of DNA-linked semen for control.

For a different kink, it's not kin-cum she needs, but semen from some specific racial group. Cue the BBCa, horny Arabs, big-dicked Indians, long-dicked Koreans, or maybe some small-but-vital group like the Basques or Druze or Zuñi or Tasmanians (no, they're extinct).
 
I like the idea but how do we make it holiday themed?

...got it.

Wife only recently discovers she has the condition. Not only that, it is terminal unless extreme measures are taken. She needs to be completely submerged in spunk to avoid dying by new years. However, her insurance won't cover it and buying the sperm from a sperm bank would be too expensive. Desperate, wife lets her problems be known to the community. However, everyone is so uptight that they won't help.

...So on Christmas Eve, mom and all of her adult relatives meet at her house and have her get naked in her hot tub while they jack off (the women are there as fluffers). Wife knows it's hopeless but she tries to keep her spirits up, letting her son and nephews experience their first times with her, getting dp'd by male relatives and friends who had grudges with each other so they can bond and come to peaceful terms before they blow their loads on her.

Still, it's not enough. Son and husband keep trying, even when their cocks are chaffed and they can barelyeven get a drop out. Mom begs them to stop, kneeling in a sizable but ineffective puddle of cum. Even this amount should at least let her survive comfortably until she passes away at the start of the new year. Still, as soon goes inside, she starts to cry over the wonderful family that tried to save her.

...but then a goddamn Christmas miracle happens! The community might not be willing to help but everyone she ever touched in her life suddenly comes back to save her. Her story got spread along and now thousands of people are converging on her location to save her with the gift of spunk. That family who she helped get green cards? They and every male member of their family is there to give their gift of seed. That village in Rwanda she was a minister at? All the males chartered a flight to help her. The school for the blind she taught at? All of the alumni and their families are there. Also about a thousand people who found out and just really wanted to jerk off on a hot MILF but hey, they're welcome too.

By the time they are done, the hot tub is overflowing with cum and she is able to dive inside of it. She emerges, healed of her affliction...for now. Doctor says she'll need to either repeat the task every month or get daily coatings. Still, with her family and all the people she's cared for over the years...and the random perverts, she's sure to have a long happy life. Queue the B-List singer covering a public domain song and roll credits.

That's some straight up Hallmark channel shit right there.
 
That's some straight up Hallmark channel shit right there.
Indeed. Keep those fluffers busy. And naked.

But what if it turns out that generic sperm aren't enough, that she needs specific sperm, like from Basques. (She has some weird DNA linkage there.) Can her family import enough Basque men to keep her alive? The call goes out...
 
All her male relatives, fat and slender, are dressed like Santa?... 😆
That works for Xmas. For Thanksgiving, they're dressed as turkeys. For Easter, they're rabbits. For the 4th of July, they're Uncle Sams. I guess for Labor Day they're socialist-realism industrial workers. But for Valentine's Day they only wear little red speedos.
 
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