KLRXO Stories

Chapter 163: Santa Mom (Revised Edition)

"So what do you want for Christmas this year, son?" Dad asked, looking through the newspaper. "I don't know, Dad. I haven't given it much thought really." I muttered, chomping on my breakfast cereal.

Mom peered back at me as she did the dishes. To me, Mom was the hottest girl on the planet. She had shoulder-length dark hair and brown eyes. This morning she was wearing the sexy thigh -high pink robe I liked. The silk robe was so short that when she bent over, I could nearly see her full heart-shaped ass. I shuddered at the site of her long bronze legs and sexy bare feet.

"You have too given it thought. You know exactly what you want," Mom said, then turned back to her dishes.

Dad looked down at me. "Is that true, son? Is there something you're wanting? Better speak up."

I honestly couldn't think of what Mom might be referring to. As far as I remembered there wasn't anything I had mentioned to her.'Tm not sure what she means," I confessed.

"Well if there is something you want, you better put in your request quick. Christmas is sneaking right up," Dad said as he stood from the table and made for the front entry.

As Mom turned and dried her hands, I gave her an inquisitive look. "I'm confused. I don't remember asking for anything," I said. "What is it I want?"

She stepped towards me, the swell of her huge braless tits bobbling beneath her gown. She leaned down and brought her lips to my ear, her silky brown mane tickling my neck.

"You wanna fuck your Mom," she whispered in a sexy tone.

My mouth fell open as I tried to absorb her comment. Mom sashayed out of the kitchen, her meaty ass swaying seductively. I had heard my Mom say a lot of things in my life, but never had any of her words sent such a jolt of arousal through every inch of my body, until now.

I listened to her send my father off to work and was still sitting there, mouth agape, when she stepped back into the kitchen.

"So about what you just said, urn...why would you think that?" I asked. "Think what, that you wanna nail me to the mattress for Christmas?" "Yeah."

"There are some things we Moms just know," she said.

Mom leaned over, resting her palms on the table so she was propped by her arms and staring down at me. Her robe had crept open and I found myself gazing into an almost obscene amount of cleavage. My heart pounded in my chest as a huge bulge began to form in my shorts.

"Tell me I'm wrong, I dare you," Mom said with motherly authority.

I couldn't say anything I was so flustered. What could I say actually. The truth was, she wasn't wrong.

While I blushed, she smiled. "I better have that Christmas list by tomorrow afternoon or you're tough outta luck," she said.

Mom walked out of the kitchen, with an obvious sway of her buttocks, leaving me with the biggest erection that had ever filled my shorts.

Our conversation was all I could think about that day. Sure I fantasized about fucking my mother. Any 18 year old who had a mom that looked like mine would too, but I never thought getting her in bed would even be a remote possibility.

The next afternoon Mom walked into my room after I got home from school. She was wearing a sexy pair of low cut jeans that hugged the her soft curves and a pale pink tube top that accentuated the swell of her enormous boobs. I glanced down at her gorgeous little tan feet with their hot-pink toenails, arched in a dainty pair of high-heeled sandals.

"So, do you have that list ready for me?" she asked.

I grabbed the list and handed it to her. She stood there looking it over for a second, giving me an even longer opportunity to lust over her body.

"Did you forget something?" she said, reaching out to hand it back to me. "What?" I asked, trying to play stupid.

"You know what. Don't you dare pretend that it's something you don't want." "Is dad gonna see this list?" I asked, taking the paper back.

"Only if I have to write it," she said with a smile.

There were only a few other things on the list. At the bottom I wrote "MAKE LOVE TO MOM," then handed it back to her.

She looked at it. "What is this?" she asked with fake curiosity. "It's what..."

"That's not something you're getting," Mom said abruptly. "But you told me to write it."

"That's not what I asked you to write. What were my exact words?" she said with a playful smile, handing me back the paper.

I erased the "MAKE LOVE" part and wrote "FUCK MOM" instead, then handed it back. "There, was that so hard?" she said.

"No," I blushed.

"Dinner in a half-hour...and oh, um don't forget about the Christmas parade tonight," she said as she

swayed her ass out my doorway.

The parade was mostly for my two small sisters, but Mom and Dad always made me go along. While Dad took the girls to see Santa, I stood with Mom as she spoke to one of her friends from the neighborhood. As I watched the middle-aged beauty, my mind couldn't help but wander. "Would she actually fuck me?" I thought.

Mom's friend Tina smiled, looking over at me. "Janice, you're poor boy looks like he's a million miles away."

Mom took my arm and snuggled into my side. Even through her thick jacket I could feel the spongy suppleness of her big breasts. "Well, you know how it is around Christmas time. All boys can do is wonder if Santa's gonna bring them what's on their list," she said, gazing up into my eyes with a naughty little grin.

"Maybe some warm hot chocolate will cheer him up. I'll go get us all a cup," Tina said, as she moved towards the refreshment stand.

Mom slid her body around until she was hugging me from the front. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved in tight. Even through layers of winter clothes I could feel the dough?like softness of her enormous bra-busters pushing against my chest.

"I think there's only one thing warm that'll cheer my baby-boy up," she said as she held me tight.

Standing on her tippy-toes Mom brought her lips to my ear. "It's Mom's warm pussy, isn't it sweetheart?" she whispered.

"Uh-huh," My voice trembled, my heart thumping as my cock quickly expanding with blood.

In my ear, Mom began to softly sing a section of her version of "Santa Clause is Coming to Town."

"She knows what you've been thinking...she sees you when you ache. She knows when you get big and hard, you wanna make her body shake...oh, you better watch out, you better not cry...you better stay hard, I'm telling you why...Mommy-clause is coming to town."

I felt my knees go weak. I peered over into the crowd and saw Dad watching us, probably wondering why Mom was hugging me so tight and what she was whispering to me.

Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"You're gonna have a very good Christmas, sweetheart," she said with a smile. Somehow, I believed her and it couldn't come quick enough.

Dad wandered over, holding my youngest sister, while the other walked by his side. "You two seem nice n cozy over here."

"Just trying to stay warm," Mom said, releasing me. "Tina went to get us some hot chocolate. You girls want some hot chocolate?"

"Yesss," my sisters shouted.

"Ok, before the parade starts, your brother and I need to go use the restroom," Mom said, then looked at dad. "Honey, why don't you take the girls to find Tina. She might need help carrying all that hot chocolate."

"All right, let's go girls," Dad said, leading them towards the concession stand. Mom took my arm and we walked briskly in the opposite direction.

"Bye, Mommy," my little sister shouted over Dad's shoulder. Mom shouted back. "Bye sweetpea, see you soon."

Mom squeezed my arm as we hurried along the crowd. "I should have peed before I left the house. I hate using these disgusting public bathrooms."

"Yeah, they can be pretty bad. At least there's no line," I said as we arrived by the small brick building. "True, do you need to go?"

"No, I'm fine," I said.

"Ok, I'll be quick. Hey..." Mom said, facing me. She looked at me with a naughty gleam in her eye. "Do you want my panties?"

My body tingled with sudden excitement. "Your panties?"

"Yeah, you know, that little item of clothing that I wear under my pants. The one that hugs my pussy and ass all day," she said with a mischievous smile.

I laughed. "I know what they are, Mom."

"Ok, so where do you want them, on me or in your pocket?" "In my pocket, I guess," I said timidly.

Mom winked at me. "Be right back."

I couldn't believe how flirty she was being, but I loved it. After a few minutes, she returned from the bathroom and hooked her arm around mine.

"I think the parade's getting ready to start," I said.

"Do you wanna go back and watch the parade, or go over and hang out by the fire?"

A short distance down the park I saw what Mom was referring to. There were several raised fired pits, each with their own set of Adirondack chairs surrounded them. It looked private and cozy.

"We can do the fire."

Since the parade was starting, pretty much everyone had vacated the fire pit area and lined the street.

Mom and I chose a set of chairs next to a warm blaze. A thick throw-blanket was thrown over the arm of my chair.

Before Mom sat, she slipped out her cellphone.Tm gonna text Tina, let her know we'll be along shortly. Our hot chocolate may be more like chocolate milk when we get there," Mom said with a giggle.

Rather than take the other chair, Mom sat across my lap. Her meaty ass felt amazing pressed against me. "This is cozy," she said, spreading the blanket out over us.

Now as far as anyone was concerned, we were just a couple, off by ourselves, cozied under a blanket together.

Mom snuggled into me, turning slightly so her boobs pressed against my chest. She draped the blanket up over our heads, so it was like we were in our own dark little cocoon together.

"Mmm, I like this," she said.

"The fire feels good," I whispered. "How do I feel?"she asked naughtily. "You feel good too. Really good."

I could tell Mom was reaching into her jacket pocket. "I have something for you," she whispered.

She lifted her hand to my face and I felt the soft silky fabric of her skimpy panties rub across my cheek. "Oh wow," I sighed. My cock was nearly fully hard, now pressed up against Mom's smothering butt.

She brought the crotch of her panties to my nose and swear the God they were still warm and slightly damp from being on her. The aroma of Mom's pussy lingered on the gusset and was absolutely intoxicating.

"Ohh my God," I sighed, inhaling her feminine scent. Mom giggled. "Smell good, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh."

She brought her lips to my ear. "Does it smell like something you'd like to bury your hard penis into?" "Yess." Her words made my erection flex against the crack of her ass.

"Mmmnn, speaking of hard penis," she said, wiggling her ass against it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"You don't have to say sorry, sweetie. If you weren't hard right now I'd be extremely offended," she said with a giggle..

"Lately, it's been hard whenever I'm around you."

Just the way Mom was whispering in my ear as she spoke was a huge turn-on. "So all I have to do is be around you? I don't have walk around in front of you half-naked, or grind my ass on it to make it hard?"

"Well you can do those things too if you want," I said, making Mom laugh.

"What if I nibble on your ear," she asked, then bit my earlobe softly, making my body jerk in arousal. "Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah," I muttered.

"What if I kiss your neck," she said, sliding down enough to plant three tender kisses along my neckline. I shuddered with excitement. "Is that doing it for you, sweetheart," she asked. "I know your penis is already rock hard, but does that make it throb?"

"Yess."

"Can Mommy wrap her ass around your hard meat, so she can feel it throb while she plants more kisses?"

"Ohh damn, Mom," I shuddered, so turned on by her hot whispering that I could hardly stand it. She giggled at me. "Is that a yes?" "Yess, you can do that. You can do whatever you want." "Well in that case, unzip your coat."

I quickly complied and heard Mom unzip her jacket also. I couldn't really see anything in the darkness, but I knew something good was coming.

"Pull up your shirt, as high as it'll go," she said softly.

I did as she told me and could tell by her movements that she was pulling her own sweater up passed her tits. "Now we're ready," she said.

Mom pushed her butt down hard and my dick sunk length-wise into her ass-crack, like a sausage in a bun. She turned her torso and rested her tits on my chest. I could feel the lace of her bra and the meat of her squishy jugs. The thick hard nipples protruding through the fabric felt amazing.

She sunk her face into the nap of my neck and applied tender kisses, over and over, her long silky hair draped over my shoulders. My body trembled. This was fucking awesome!

My balls tightened and my cock flexed hard between her buns. She nudged back, her butt?crevice smothering my bulge. "Oh wow, sweetie, that was long throb," she said between kisses. "Yess," I gasped.

I could feel Mom's wet wiggling tongue peeking out from between her lips as she continued her tender kisses to my neck. I thrust my hips some, digging my boner into her ass-crack, then paused before I got carried away.

Mom spoke to me between kisses. "It's ok sweetheart," kiss kiss, "you can dry hump Mommy's ass," kiss, kiss, kiss. "We're under the blanket, so even if someone does come around," kiss, kiss "they won't see us," kiss, kiss, kiss.

I accepted her invitation, thrusting my hips and digging my hardness up into her soft curves. Mom followed my motions, grinding her ass on me as I thrust, providing exquisite resistance. I was literally lifting her up and down each time, her big bra-clad tits sloshing against my chest. "Mmm, sooo strong," she purred, then went back to kissing.

For close to ten minutes we went on like this, our bodies moving in sync, writhing in a steady cock-grinding rhythm.

A voice startled us. "Janice?" the voice called. It was Dad and he didn't sound far away. "Janice, is that you guys over there?"

"Shit," Mom whispered. She peeked her head out of the blankets. "It's us, honey, we're just...sitting by the fire," she said, pulling her sweater down over her boobs.

"The parade's already started. You guys are missing it."

Mom sat up a little, but kept most of the blanket over us, giving me a chance to pull my own shirt down. Dad came right up by the fire. My neck was soaked from Mom's wet kisses and I prayed he didn't notice. "Sorry, we were both so cold. We needed to thaw out. Where are the girls?" Mom said.

"They're with Tina," Dad said. He looked a little suspicious as he watched us get up and zip up our coats. "We brought hot chocolate back for you guys, but it's probably cold by now." "That's ok, the fire and blanket did the trick," Mom said, flashing me a quick wink.

Dad's attention was drawn to the ground at my feet. "Looks like someone who's been over here is on Santa's naughty list."

Mom and I looked down and saw her panties laying there. We glanced at each other, almost wanting to laugh. "Gross! The girls this town really need to keep their panties on," Mom said. "Or at least remember to take them with them when they're done," I added.

"Ha, right," Mom said.

We followed dad back down to the parade. It took me forever to lose my boner. Mom texted me after we got home. "That was fun. "

"Definitely. Sorry you lost the panties though." I replied.

"You got some enjoyment out of them, so it was worth the loss ," she texted. "Wish I had them now," I bravely wrote.

There was a two minute pause before Mom sent her next text. "Will this do for tonight?" she texted. There a picture attached. It took my breath away. It was selfie of Mom in her bathroom. She held the camera up high, pointed down at her. She was wearing a sexy black lingerie dress, with a scooping neckline. It allowed her to show off an obscene amount of tit-cleavage, more than I'd seen from her before. Below her breasts, I could could see one of her silky legs, bent at the knee as it stuck out the slit

in the dress. And below that, her cute little bare foot with hot- pink toenails, the heel arched so her foot rested on squatted toes. Mom's lips were puckered in a kiss as she stared at the camera with her alluring brown eyes. It was easily the sexiest picture I had ever seen.

"Daaamn. That's all I can say," I typed back.

"Hehe, enjoy! And just as a reminder... Christmas is a little more than a day away ," she texted.

I beat my meat like a savage beast that night, while staring at Mom's selfie. In my head, I relived all those wet kisses she'd given me at the parade.

Christmas Eve meant a house full of relatives and lots of little kids running around going ape?shit. I would usually retreat to my room on such occasions, but since the events of the last week, I wanted to get as much time around my Mom as possible. I never knew when she might rub up against me or whisper something naughty in my ear.

As always, she was dressed so sexy I could hardly keep my eyes off of her. She wore a denim miniskirt and white slip-on high-heeled mules to match her skin tight cashmere sweater. The swell of her tits were absolutely massive.

I stared at them for a moment. Probably too long. When I looked away, I spotted Dad watching me. He didn't look happy as he came walking over.

"We need to talk," he said. "Um, right here?"

"No, in your room," he said, then looked over at my Mom who was busy chatting. "Janice, can I borrow you for a minute?"

Mom got up and followed us down to my bedroom. I was nervous as hell.

"What's going on?" Mom asked, seeming slightly upset that she was pulled away from guests. "What's going on is your son seems to have a very unhealthy fascination with you and it needs to stop."

Mom gave dad an almost pissed off scowl. "Stephen, what are you talking about?"

"I caught him staring at your breasts, Janice and it's not the first time. I saw it last night. I've been noticing a lot here lately."

Mom rolled her eyes. "Really?! Can we not do this right now. We have a house full of guests."

I could tell dad felt a bit stupid for a second. "If it continues, we're gonna need to have a serious conversation about this. And next time I see it, there will be consequences."

Mom tried to look cheerful."Fine, now can we go back to the party and put on some smiles, it's Christmas Eve,"

I felt a little upset, like I was gonna be under a microscope the rest of the night. "I think I'm just gonna stay in here."

"Sweetheart, no. Come on, all of the family is out there and they wanna see you," Mom said. "I really don't care right now."

Mom shot a dirty look at dad. He immediately went on the defensive. "I didn't banish you to your room. I just wanted to point out a concern I had," dad said.

"You just wanted to accuse me of something I wasn't doing." "You weren't doing?! How could you say that, you..."

Mom interrupted him. "Stephen please, just go check on the guests, I'll have a chat with him." Dad threw his arms up and walked out. "Whatever."

Mom closed the door and came over and sat by me on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I know he can be a real jerk sometimes."

"It's not your fault, Mom."

"It's not your fault either. You can't help it that your mom has huge boobs and looks incredibly sexy in everything she wears," she said jokingly

She forced me to smile. "I won't argue with that."

"Speaking of sexy clothes, I'm wearing a new Christmas bra. Do you wanna see it? Would that cheer you up?"

My heart did a somersault in my chest. "See it?

"Yeah, it'll be like an early Christmas gift," she winked. "Oh ok, urn...sure," I muttered.

Mom stood up and without hesitation, shed her sweater. I felt the breath expelled from my lungs. Her massive jugs were barely contained within the bra, which itself was Chistmas-like in style. It was mostly white embroidery with red ribbon detail. Two huge mounds of creamy tit-meat bulged from the cups and were packed together to form a deep canyon of cleavage. "Holy wow," was all I could mutter as I stared lustfully.

"Look at the little Christmas bells. Aren't they cute," Mom said, pointing out two tiny bells in a section at the center.

"I like 'em," I said.

"The bells or my boobs?" Mom asked, then giggled. "Both," I smiled.

"Do you want a Christmas hug, before I put my sweater back on?"

"Sure," I said, standing up.

Mom took hold of the hem of my shirt. "Here, let's take this off, so you can feel the Christmas lace against your bare chest."

I happily helped her remove it, praying that dad didn't walk back in.

Mom coiled her arms around me as I moved in for a hug. Her huge fat jugs squashed pliantly against me and the fabric of the bra felt amazing. She laid her head on my shoulder and we just stood there in a gently rocking embrace. "It's hard waiting for that big gift isn't it?

"Yeah," I sighed. Mom was definitely a mind reader.

I was suddenly startled by the moving door handle. Thank God Mom had the foresight to lock the door. Dad knocked. "Janice, where's the lighter for the grill."

Mom just held me there with her bra-clad tits against me, not panicked at all. "Did you try looking in the drawer, next to the stove."

"Yes, it's not there."

"Give me a few minutes, I'll be out," she said.

Dad tried the handle again. "What's with the locked door?"

Mom huffed. "What's with all the questions," she answered back. "I'm just wondering why you would need the door locked?"

"It's kinda hard to have a private conversation with all these kids running around, so I locked it," Mom said.

"Alright, well, I wanna get the steaks and burgers going," Dad said.

"Be right down," Mom said, then looked me in the eyes. "Come down and join us, pleeease," she said with a cute pouty face.

"Ok."

"Just do yourself a favor. If you decide to stare at my boobs again, make sure your father isn't watching."

I smiled back at her. "Got it."

I went in and sat on the floor in the TV room, leaning against the couch, pretending to watch a Christmas show. All the adults were in the dining room and the kids were in the back yard.

It wasn't long before Mom and my Aunt Donna came into the room. I started to move, but Mom tapped my shoulder as her and my Aunt sat on the sofa.

"You're fine, sweetheart," she said.

Mom slipped her pretty feet from her heels and brought her legs up onto the couch. My Aunt Donna did the same on her end of the couch, so they sort of sat sideways, facing each other.

As her and my Aunt began to chat, I realized that I could see straight up mom's skirt, without raising any suspicion.

Mom wore a pair of thin white silk panties, which fit snug around the bulging swell of her mons. I could literally see some of her smooth genital-meat oozing over the hems. I suddenly felt faint as my heart raced and my cock grew to enormous proportions.

I focused my attention on the TV, but as my Aunt checked her cellphone, I felt Mom's soft toes slide under my chin, turning my head back to her. It was an angle that about made me cream my pants. I was now staring up the length of her tan silky-soft legs, all the way to the pouting, silk- covered treasure.

Mom's thick tan thighs looked so smooth and inviting. Just the thought that I might have them clamped around me for Christmas made my head spin.

My eyes traveled up past her voluptuous chest and into her sparkling eyes as they looked right back at me. With a little smile, Mom invitingly patted the edge of the cushion near her hip. I wasted not time sliding down closer.

As my Aunt finished texting, her and Mom resumed their conversation. I began to catch whiffs of Mom's pungent feminine aroma, mixed with her sweet perfume. I turned my head slowly, so as not to raise suspicion from my Aunt and found myself staring at the fat swell of Mom's matronly twat.

Now only a foot away, I could clearly see her plump clitoral hood pushing against the fabric. The material was sheer enough to make out the shadow of a small carefully trimmed patch of dark pubic fuzz. The smell of her feminine aroma at this distance was intoxicating.

Almost without realizing it, my head tilted back and I gazed up between her thighs at the great cloud of cashmere-covered tit-meat hovering above. My Aunt must have checked her phone again because Mom peeked over her wobbling wonders and gave me a cute little wink.

Mom's eyes suddenly darted across the room. "You're father," she whispered, closing her legs.

My eyes went back to the TV just as dad arrived. I noticed him looking at my position next to Mom a bit suspiciously. "How's everyone want their steaks?" he asked.

After taking our requests, he disappeared again.

"Hey kids, Santa's in the back yard!" someone shouted.

Santa came to hand out little gifts on Christmas Eve. One of the silly traditions we had for the little kids each year.

Aunt Donna got up. "I better go make sure Darci doesn't pull Santa's beard off," she said, making Mom and I laugh.

As I began to stand, I felt mom's legs wrap around my waist and pull me back onto the couch against

her. It was an awkward position. If anyone had walked back into the room, it would have looked incredibly scandalous. I trusted that Mom knew what she was doing as I rested my back against her mountainous chest.

"And where do you think you're going, young man. Yours Santa's not in the back yard. She's right here," she said, running her hands along my upper chest.

I watched one of her sexy feet slide up my thigh, slither across my balls and up the length of my iron-hard cock. My body trembled beneath her touch.

"Someone's got a Christmas boner," she giggled, clutching my engorged cock-tip with her toes. "Kinda hard not to have one," I smiled.

"Ohhhh, I can feel it throbbing. Throbbing for warm pussy," she said in a sexy tone, licking my ear. "Yesss," I whispered, so turned on I could hardly stand it.

"Santa's coming, baby," she said, kissing my cheek.

We joined the family. My uncle was a little tipsy and taped some mistletoe up on the ceiling in the kitchen. He wasted no time positioning himself underneath it. "I'm under this here mistletoe. Who's gonna kiss me?" he shouted.

"Ohh, I will big boy," my Aunt said, rushing over and giving him a long kiss. Everyone cheered.

My cousin jumped from her boyfriend's lap. "My turn under the mistletoe," she said, then pointed at her boyfriend. "You have to come smooch me," she said.

A tad embarrassed, her boyfriend walked over and shared a kiss with her. The family cheered again. "Now me!" My little sister cried out.

My Grandma hopped up. "I'll give you kisses, young lady!" she said.

"Nooo," my sister screamed playfully and ran back out into the back yard. The family erupted in cheers and laughs.

Mom rushed over to the kitchen. "My turn," she announced. Once under the mistletoe, she pointed at me and gave me the "come hither" with her finger. "You... Get in here," she said sweetly, smiling from ear to ear.

The women in the family cheered me on. "Wooo!" "Somebody's getting kissed," my Aunt teased.

I was pretty embarrassed by the time I got to Mom. She looked in my eyes, rose up on her tip?toes and gave me a tender peck on the lips. The kiss lasted maybe a second longer than what was appropriate, but no one seemed to care except dad. He looked a little displeased. I saw mom glance over at him as

the rest of the family cheered.

That night I barely slept. My cock stayed hard for hours in anticipation for Christmas day. About the normal time, my parents gave the wakeup call and I wandered downstairs with my excited little sisters.

Mom was just coming in from the kitchen when I arrived at the tree. She was wearing that sexy short silk robe and I could tell by the way her big tits were jiggling that it was all she had on. She gave me a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas," she said lovingly. "Merry Christmas, Mom," I smiled.

Dad sat on the floor near the tree. He liked to hand out the gifts. He was looking over at me as Mom brought her lips to my ear. "Stay close to me this morning," she whispered.

"Hey enough with the whispering. Let's open some gifts," he said. "We're coming," Mom said, leading me over to the couch.

Following her advice, I sat next to her. She snuggled close, bringing a throw-blanket up over our laps.

As my Dad began to dig through the presents, I felt Mom's tiny hand slithered onto my thigh and rest there, dangerously close to my dick. I glanced over at mom, surprised by her brazenness. She was watching my sisters dig into their first presents, not giving the slightest indication that her hand was somewhere naughty.

My cock hardened near Mom's hand as she began to lightly tease me by running her nails along my thigh, very close to my erection.

"Now let's see what Santa left for your brother," Dad said to my sisters, searching through the gifts. "That's okay dad, the girls can open more of theirs," I said, struggling to controlled my excited breathing. The girls screamed as they exited the living room, into the back yard with their new dolls.

Dad watched them disappear. "Well, clearly the girls have other plans."

With her free hand Mom pointed. "Honey, why don't you open one of yours. That green one there on the end," Mom said to my dad.

Dad began to open one of his gifts from Mom as his wife's hand slithered into the fly in my boxers and around mythrobbing cock.

"Oh wow, a sweat suite. Thank you hon," he said.

"I thought it looked like you. Hope I got the size right. Why don't you go upstairs and try it on," Mom said as she began to massage my hard cock beneath the covers.

"No, I can put it on after we're done here," Dad said.

"Don't be silly, we have all morning to open gifts. The girls are obviously occupied. Try it on, I wanna see if it fits," Mom persisted.

"All right, be right back." Dad said as he headed for the stairway.

Mom continued stroking my cock as dad disappeared upstairs. Santa himself could have entered the house at that moment and I would have been oblivious. I was totally consumed by what Mom was doing.

Mom gazed at me, squeezing her fist in a perfect corkscrew up and down my meat. "Ohhh, honey, you're a hard as a candy cane down there," she said.

Mom turned slightly, twining her naked leg with one of mine. I began to slouch. Her robe had parted slightly and her bulging braless cleavage jiggled as she fucked me with her fist.

"Come on, baby-boy. I want you to make lots of thick creamy Christmas cum for Momma," she whispered.

My legs stretched out and my body sort of contorted sideways from the pleasure of having my dick stroked. At this point, I could see the lump in the blanket jerking up and down. I could tell mom was watching for my sisters through the corner of her eye, making sure they didn't come back into the house.

Her hand stroked frantically now. Slick with semen, it made a lewd creamy sound as it whipped up and down my cock. I felt my balls ache for release. Whimpering, I dropped my head to the side, landing my face on the top of one of Mom's soft jiggling breasts. She pushed her weight against me, smothering my face in a mask of warm dough-like tit-meat.

I felt the tip of my cock tingle, which sent a signal to my balls. Just before I came, I drug my tongue up the slope Mom's breast, take a long wet lick.

"Uuuuunnnggghhhllll!" I quietly grunted, as the first blast rocketed from my piss-hole, splashing against the blanket.

"That's my baby," Mom said as she continued her heavenly cock-jerking.

It felt so fucking good I wanted to scream. All I could do was lay there, grunting into Mom's boob as she milked rope after quivering rope from my jutting penis. What a site it would have been if my dad had come downstairs at that moment. Luckily, he was slow to change.

After squeezing every last drop, Mom lifted her boob off my face and adjusted her robe. "Take the blanket to the laundry room. Bring a clean one back with you," she said hurriedly.

"Okay," I muttered, standing up on weakened knees and leaving the room just as Dad reached the top of the stairway.

"Oh honey, those look great on you," I heard Mom say from the living room as I wiped the pearly cream from my boxers.

After all the gifts were opened, Mom went upstairs to take a shower. I sat on the couch, listening to some new itunes and reflecting on the incredible handjob she had given me.

My sisters were in their own world, playing with their new gifts, while Dad was busy putting together one of his new gadgets.

After a while I got a text from Mom. "Do you remember when you were little and I caught you peaking in on me while I was wrapping your gifts.

"Haha yes," I texted back, wondering why she would bring that up.

She texted back. "Well, I'm about to wrap your big gift now, why don't you come peak in before it's all the way wrapped."

"OK," I answered.

I tried to hide my excitement as I snuck upstairs and down the hallway. I peaked into Mom and Dad's room and gasped as I saw Mom standing at her vanity. She wore a Santa's hat and her white robe was completely open, giving me a good look at her huge naked tits.

She sprayed some perfume on and my cock hardened in my shorts as my eyes traveled down her body to the V of her nearly trimmed crotch. She finally closed the robe and called my name softly, knowing I was just around the corner.

"Yeah," I answered. "Come in here," she said.

I stepped into her room and she turned to look at me with those big sparkling eyes. "Yeah?" I said.

"How are you doing? Did you get a good look at your gift before I finished wrapping it?" she asked, in her cute mommy-tone.

"I did," I said trying to contain my monster erection.

"So, ready to tear your gift open and play with it?" she asked in a matter of fact way. "You mean..." I swallowed hard, not able to finish my sentence.

Mom stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I mean, it is Christmas...and you still have a gift you haven't opened. In order to use this gift though, you're gonna need a big strong boner like you had this morning."

"Oh trust me, I already have that," I blushed.

I looked down and watched her trace her nails along the tubular bulge in my briefs, her big wedding ring sparkling. "Mmm, you sure do," she said. "Are you gonna use this thick erection to reach mommy's tootsie-roll center," she asked.

"Yess," I nodded, my dick throbbing beneath her fingers.

"Maybe you can use your gift's mouth...to help you keep your fucker nice and hard. Maybe she'll roll her tongue around on the juicy head for you." Mom said, flailing her pink snake around in her open mouth.

"Please," I said, desperate to fuck.

She pulled me into the master bathroom. "Close and lock the door," she said, smiling wickedly.

I did as she asked as Mom started the shower to provide some background noise. I followed her over to the toilet where she sat down on the lid, reached out and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pulling me over in front of her.

"I get to tear open my gift first," she said, pulling my briefs down around my ankles. She wrapped her hand tightly around the base of my prick. True to her word, mom began to lash her long pink tongue around my bulbous head. Her eyes peeked up at me naughtily as she licked the tip of my hard rod.

I felt as though I was dreaming as I watched my own gorgeous mother slip half my boner into her mouth and begin to suck. Within seconds, my cock was monster-hard. Mom's mouth felt unbelievable as she worked my young dick like a seasoned pro, battering the engorged knob with her tongue.

She slipped it from her mouth and gave it a few full-length strokes. "That's it baby...keep that boner big and strong for Mommy," she said in a sexy tone.

Mom stood up and undid her robe. I watched as it fell to the floor, pooling at her bare feet. A quivering gasp left my mouth as I stared at her huge pendulous breasts. The areola were large and thick, with fat nipples poking out of their centers.

"Do you like them, darling? Do you like Mom's big juicy tits," she asked, moving her shoulders, which made king-sized titties wag like a dog's tail, back and forth.

"Damn," I muttered, watching them move.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. Before I knew it, her tits were flattened against my chest and she was attacking me with kisses. They weren't the motherly kind either.

Suddenly, our lips were fused in an open oval. Our tongues danced. Mom's licker was unbelievably long and fast. As my boner stuck straight up against her, I could feel her small coarse patch of pubic fuzz tickling the underside of my cock-shaft.

We stopped french kissing and after Mom planted a few more wet smacking kisses, she gazed at me, her eyes glazed over with lust.

"Time to fuck," she soft softly, then bit her bottom lip as she looked down at my throbbing meat.

Mom laid down on her back on the big soft rug in front of the shower. I watched her tits teeter from side to side before spilling off the sides of her chest. She bought her knees back, splaying her tan thighs. I could see the thick folds of her gash ready to be stuffed full.

"Here it is baby. Here's the hot pussy you've dreamed about. Come get your dick wet," she said, reaching up for me.

I wasted no time crawling down between her parted thighs. I grabbed my dick and let the tip lick between her moist folds. Time seemed to move in slow motion as my raging hard-on sunk into the

spongy-soft heat of mom's vagina. I let out a soft quivering sigh as I felt my cock being sheathed in the soft flexible lining of Mom's cunt-tube. Mom rested her tiny feet against my ass, pulling me in as deep as I could possibly go, until my leaking knob touched the puckered head of her cervix.

"Merry Christmas, my love," she said tenderly. "Ohhh, God, thank you, Mom," I said.

I started to thrust my hips, slowing fucking my throbbing pole in and out of her squeezing cunt. "Oh yeeeaaah, that's it...get it, sweetie! Get that pussy," Mom sighed.

I speared my prick to the hilt in mom's creamy pussy over and over, my balls slapping her ass crack. She twined her arms around my shoulders and started humping her ass off the floor as fast as she could.

"Ohhh shit," I whimpered, sinking into her warm soft body.

"Yesss, fuck my pussy!" Mom gasped, clawing at my back with her fingernails, grimacing as her strong tan legs tightened around me like a fleshy fuck-harness.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I was about startled out of my skin and quickly rose onto my elbows. "Janice?" Dad said from the other side of the door.

"I'm in the shower," Mom answered calmly. "I need to pee."

"Can't you use the downstairs bathroom, honey. I'm already in the shower." Mom said, squeezing her cunt-muscles around my cock.

"The girls have taken it over. They set it up as a bedroom for their new dolls." I looked at mom worriedly. "What do we do?" I whispered.

Mom smiled back, not the least bit worried. "We keep fucking," she said then motioned to the shower, "in there."

"And let him in?" I asked worriedly.

"Uh-huh," Mom said with a big smile, showing her perfect white teeth. "Janice, come on, I gotta go," dad said.

As we both got up and my cock slurped from her cunt, a long gooey string of precum hung from my piss-hole. Mom caught it with her finger, swiped it off my dick and gobbled it up. "Yum," she said, wild eyed.

"How are we gonna get away with this?" I whispered.

She rubbed my cheek. "Don't worry, it'll be fun," she whispered. "Get in, hurry" she said playfully, nudging me towards the shower.

I climbed behind the curtain, uncertain about how Mom was gonna pull this off. I knew if dad caught us, I'd be dead. I heard mom let him in.

"All that damn eggnog," dad said as I heard him start peeing.

"Your lucky I wasn't in the middle of washing my hair," Mom said as she climbed into the shower with me.

She immediately pulled me to her and planted a big wet kiss. She squeezed me, her big wet tits mashed against my chest. We french kissed under the hot spray with Dad dangerously close. "The kids sure do seem to love their gifts,"dad said as he peed.

"Mmnn, they sure do," Mom said, reaching down and grasping my dick. "It's wonderful to see them get such enjoyment out of them," Mom said, stroking my wet dick up and down. "I feel bad about last night. Giving him such a hard time about looking at your breasts. I didn't mean for it to sound like he was lusting after you or anything."

I stuffed as much of Mom's tit into my mouth as I could get and sucked hungrily. Cradling my head against her tit, Mom watched me suck and carried on her conversation with dad. "I know you didn't, honey. Thinking such a thing would just be ridiculous."

"Yeah, I was kind of a jerk...and on Christmas Eve of all times. I should probably apologize to him."

"Yeah, you probably should," Mom said, as she wrapped one leg up around my midsection and fed my cock back into her hungry cunt. She looked back over her shoulder in the direction of Dad. "But you should do it later. I think he's in his room laying down for a little while."

Dad flushed the toilet. "Should I apologize before or after I lecture him about leaving his boxers in the bathroom. Our bathroom."

Her engorged nipple popped from my mouth as I gave Mom a "yikes" look. She eased my worry by provided the perfect explanation. "Oh he was probably just excited to slip into something else," Mom said, tighting her cunt and winking at me. "You know, like one of those new outfits we bought for him."

"I suppose," dad said, then started to pull part of the shower curtain back. "Want me to wash anything for you," he asking in a flirting manner.

Mom yanked the curtain back in place. "Maybe later. You better get back downstairs and make sure the girls don't destroy my bathroom" Mom said.

"Yeah I suppose," he said.

It was so surreal feeling my dick slide in and out of Mom's juicy vagina, while Dad was literally three feet away. Mom just spoke to him like nothing was going on.

"Thanks for watching them hon. I'll be down in a bit. With all these new hair products, I might be taking the longest shower of my life this morning."

"Take your time," Dad said, leaving the bathroom.

Mom looked me in the eyes, grinding her cunt on my wet dick. "You can count on it," she said.

As we fell into a rhythm, I could feel Mom thrusting her cunt up at me, meeting me stroke for stroke. I grasped her sloshing tits, feeling my fingers sink into their supple flesh.

"Oh yeahh," I moaned, my balls slapping against her ass.

"Harder!" Mom sighed, then clawed at me with her other leg. "Pick me up and fuck me harder!" I complied, grasping her ass and lifting her into the standing fuck position.

Like a jackhammer, I started to lay into Mom, pounding her hot slippery mommy-cunt with my hard teenaged cock. After two minutes of wet rutting we were both grunting and groaning in orgasmic bliss. Feeling her body shake and listing to her muffled cries on my shoulder made me cum harder than I ever had before. I didn't want it to ever end.

Mom let out a satisfied sigh. "Wow. You know, this was YOUR gift. You weren't suppose to make Mom cum that like, you silly goose," she said, running her fingers through my hair.

"Maybe I wanted to give you a gift too," I said.

"Well in that case...I want more...lots more." she smiled, running her feet along the back of my thighs. "When?" I asked.

Mom ushered Dad and the girls to the front door. They were dressed for the cold, but Mom was still in that sexy short silk robe.

"Tell your parents I'm sorry we'll miss Christmas dinner. If he has a fever I really should be here with him in case he needs something." Mom said, motioning to me as I lay on the couch. "Yeah, I don't suppose that cold air will do him any good," Dad agreed.

Mom and I looked at each other.

"Nope...he needs to spend his afternoon somewhere nice and warm," Mom said, giving me a cute little wink.

They said their goodbye's and Mom closed the door and locked it. She strolled over to me on bare feet, her big heavy tits bobbling beneath her robe.

She gazed down at me with a cute pouty face. "My poor sick baby. Maybe a nice hard fuck on Momma's bed will make him all better. Ya think?" she asked.

"Definitely," I said with a smile.

"Come on," she smiled, reaching out and taking my hand.

I followed my Christmas Goddess up the stairs, watching that meaty mommy-ass sway from side to

side with each delicate step. My heart raced with excitement, my cock flexing eagerly in my shorts. Santa Mom knew what I wanted this year and she came through. Somehow, she always does.

THE END