Gifts From Little Bear
by tannim
December 18, 2011

	Mother Bear watched her son proudly.  His small hips thrust rapidly between her mother's legs while he rubbed his hands over the elderly bear's heavily pregnant belly.  The younger mother rubbed at her own belly.  He'd certainly been a lot more capable at loving than either female had expected.

	Grandmother Bear clenched her thighs around Little Bear as his enthusiastic rutting drove her to orgasm.  He went perfectly still as it happened, as he frequently did to enjoy feeling a blissfully spasming pussy squeezing his little dick.  Her body wanted him to keep going, however, and the old bear grunted and thrust up to him to do it herself.

	"Oh, Little Bear, you know you shouldn't stop when Mother climaxes like that.  She's a bit older than I am and that belly weighs heavily on her." Mother Bear cupped the boy's butt to push and pull him in and out.  She laughed. "Go on, get back to work."

	Little Bear was too distracted by the pleasure of his own loins to say anything.  Both sows touching him was fun and his grandmother really was fucking him back very well.  She didn't seem to mind him not moving, but he gave in when his mom kept pushing on his butt.  The groan that escaped Grandmother Bear's muzzle was very satisfying for him.  He'd made her happy again.

	Behind him, Mother bear smiled and rewarded him with a finger under his tail.  She'd wet it simply by rubbing it into her mom's sloppy pubic hair below her son's balls and he clenched down hard around it when it easily slid in.  Her thick finger made him thrust back as firmly as he pushed forward.

	He didn't last long like that and both Mother Bear and post orgasmic Grandmother Bear enjoyed watching him tense as he came.  The old bear enjoyed it much more than her daughter, though.  She got to feel his surprisingly potent cum spurt in.  It left a pleasant feeling of heat inside where it filled her.  He didn't produce much, but it was plenty to love.

	"Thank you, Little Bear.  That was wonderful." Grandmother bear lay back amid the pillows and looked out the window at the falling snow.  She felt very content after that little session.  Watching her once little girl having the boy first had gotten her quite worked up.  Thankfully he'd had enough for them both. "It's almost time, you know.  Our boars should be here soon with the gifts."

	"Not ALL the gifts, right, Grandmother Bear?" Little Bear giggled and fondle pat both large bellies.

	"Ha, yes.  Not all of them.  It's going to be a wonderful surprise and I hope they like it."

	Mother Bear rubbed her own belly. "They better, because they can't take it back.  Are you going to clean up, mother?"

	The elderly bear sow looked at her blankly, then followed her daughter's gaze to her thickly forested mound.  The great greyish white mass of her pubic hair was nice and fluffy up along her belly where it nearly touched her belly button.  It wasn't so fluffy down lower along her inner thighs and completely hiding her pussy lips.

	Her's and Little Bear's love making had matted it down with sticky white and clear fluids.  The longest hairs dangling from her nether lips were particularly slicked with their lust and stood out in a good diamond tuft nearly six inches from her lips themselves.  They showed quite clearly that she'd had sex.

	"No, I think I will leave it as part of the surprise.  Your father always did like a bit of sharing..."

	"Oh, MOM." Mother Bear shook her head with an embarrassed smile.

	"What?  You knew about it, I'm sure!"

	"Well, yes, but it's one thing to know about it and another thing to SAY it."

	Little Bear looked from one to the other as they spoke before leaning down to nuzzle the sticky hair. "I like it like this.  It smells good.  Grandmother bear always smell's good."

	The old woman tweaked an ear gently. "That's because I don't shave."

	"We know, mom. We know.  I still think it's disgusting, personally, but so long as Little Bear doesn't mind, I'll put up with it." She rubbed her own smooth vaginal mound. "They look prettier smooth to me." Mother Bear smiled. "And my armpits don't tickle as much either with all that hair THERE."

	"Oh, you're just jealous.  I..." She paused and smiled at the sound of a door and two sets of heavy feet. "I think our husbands are back." Grandmother bear stood up with a loud groan. "Phew, getting heavy indeed.  Well, are we ready?"

	Little Bear hopped up and tugged on Mother Bear's hand to help her up too. "I am!"

	The younger mother laughed. "I am as well.  Let's go show them Little Bear's gifts."

	Still naked and musky from sex, the trio walked hand and hand out of the room.

	The holiday decorations and food had been laid out for some time and the scent of cookies and a couple pies had settled into a pleasant background effect.  A small tree sat in one corner of the living room with pretty hand crafted ornaments hanging amidst bows and ribbons.  A table had been set against the opposite wall for the food with chairs pulled up between them closer to the tree.

	Father Bear and Grandfather Bear busily put packages under and around the tree with their backs to rest of the house.  They spoke quietly together and were oblivious to the trio sneaking into the room behind them.  Only when the last package had been set and the bag two canvas bags were empty did they turn around.

	Father Bear fell off his seat at the sight of his wife and mother-in-law naked with his son between them. "Dear!"

	Grandfather Bear just leaned back and took in a deep breath watching them.  His eyes roamed the two beautiful sows.  They stood there posing with Little Bear looking proud between them, still holding their hands.

	"Merry Christmas, Father Bear.  Merry Christmas, Grandfather Bear.  I made your gifts myself." Little Bear looked as though he were trying to remember something he had been told to say, then added brightened as he thought of it. "I hope you like them because Mother Bear says you cannot take them back!"

	"Gifts...?" Father Bear blinked a few times, then saw how his wife was holding her belly.  He looked to his mother-in-law and saw her belly was large as well.  A drip of sticky liquid hung from the long pointed tuft of hair between her legs and fell slowly on a thinning strand.  There was some matted fur between his own wife's thighs, though he hadn't seen it until he looked.  More moisture showed on Little Bear's sheath, balls, and thighs. "You're pregnant?!"

	Little Bear swung from their hands and rubbed Grandmother Bear's thickly saturated nether hair with a foot. "Uh huh! See!  I put more in them today so they'd be really ripe."

	"So that's why you haven't wanted sex lately, Honey." Grandfather Bear got to his feet and hugged his wife. "You must have worked hard to hide it!"

	"Oh don't be silly, you know those dresses we wear can hide anything." The old woman laughed at his hand cupping her pussy.

	"And you boys don't pay that much attention to as at the best of times." Mother Bear stepped to the still flummoxed Father Bear to give him a kiss. She and her mother both posed for all three of their males again, being sure to show off from the side as well as from the back and bent over. "Do you like it?" 

	"I'll say I do." Father Bear finally got up too and pressed his muzzle right to his wife's neck for a kiss and nibble. "I always loved how beautiful you were when you were pregnant with our Little Bear.  You look more lovely now."

	"Mother, Father? If I'm Little Bear and you have another little bear, what will you call it?  Perhaps we could have names, like Emily has.  She's not called Little Girl or Little Human."

	"That's a very intelligent thought, Little Bear." Grandmother Bear giggled at her own husband fondling her softly sagging breasts.  Her own hand was down his pants finding a gift he'd just gotten for her. "I see you've missed me, my love.  It's time to give you a Merry Christmas too."

	Father Bear kissed his way down his wife's neck and chest to her belly.  He kissed down that too until his muzzle pressed to her recently fucked cleanly shaven sex.  His broad lips slid all over it while her pregnant bulge hid his face from her view.  When he pulled away a strand of her moisture and little bear's leaking cum was stick to his chin.

	He looked over to his mother-in-law, then stood up to embrace his wife again, whispering,  "Thank you for shaving, Mother Bear."

	"Mmm... I think it looks better too." They both turned to watch Little Bear exploring the presents.  Mother Bear slipped a hand down her own husband's pants. "Would you like YOUR Merry Christmas now?"

	"I'm not sure." Father Bear playfully squeezed her nipples until milk squirted out. "Can I have milk and cookies first?"