It had been a tradition since Hank and Abby were young, but the last few years it had been pretty awkward. They were too big for that kind of thing.
This year their dad announced he wasn’t going to play Santa this year. It was an announcement met with indifference by the younger Jenkins and a pout by Andrea Jenkins.
“But how will I tell Santa what I want for Christmas?” she asked, batting her eyes at her husband.
“You can tell the new Santa: Hank!”
So many reactions at once. Abby rolled her eyes and declared she was not sitting on her brother’s lap. His dad looked proud he was passing the torch along. His mom didn’t say anything, but looked between her husband and her son with a tentative smile.
“Me?” Hank finally said, stunned. “Why me? It’s your thing.”
“Yeah, but traditions are meant to be passed on, and if you don’t start now, you won’t be in the groove when you leave and start your own family. Get some practice in now, you’ll be flawless for your kids.”
When Greg Jenkins got an idea in his head, it stuck. Hank knew he was the new Santa; it was best to just roll with it and try to get it over with.
A week later, on Christmas Eve, Hank pulled the massive suit out of the box it sat in for the rest of the year and examined it. He was the same size as his dad now, so it should fit fine.
Pulling the pants on, he was pleased to see they fit pretty well. The jacket was big of course, when he put the provided pillow in the front it completed the illusion of him having a belly. The beard was prickly and annoying and took a lot of adjusting. When the outfit was fully on, he inspected himself in a mirror. Not bad. Not great.
Sighing, Hank grabbed the bag of presents given him by his dad and gritted his teeth to get the ordeal over with.
“Ho Ho Hoooo!” he hoed, as he walked into the living room, before stopping. “Where are dad and Abby?” he asked the only person there: his mom.
“Your dad forgot the cranberry sauce for tomorrow so I sent him out to get more. He took Abby because it can be a zoo out there. They might be a while; the stores tend to sell out the day before…and they’ll text before they get back.”
“Oh. I guess I’ll go take this off then,” he said.
“Hold on.” His mom was dressed in a Mrs. Claus outfit, one which Hank had seen before, but never noted how sexy it looked on her. A short red skirt, red velvet heels and a cute red sweater that hugged her frame. Red lipstick and a red hat completed the ensemble.
Hank waited as she walked up to him. “I haven’t told Santa what I want for Christmas yet.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for dad and Abby to come back?”
“No, Abby isn’t interested, and your dad won’t sit on your lap. It’s just me,” she murmured.
She was close to him now, and he could smell her perfume. Hank’s pants shifted as he cleared his throat. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked.
“No. I have to sit on your lap.” she said.
Hank went to the wide, leather chair next to the tree, dropping his sack of presents. He sat down and waited nervously for the next step. He could tell something was different about how his mom was acting. As she approached him, he noted for the first time her Mrs. Claus outfit was missing the white wool stockings she normally matched with the skirt.
Hank watched her bare legs saunter to him. He prepared for her to turn and sit on his knee. She would lay back against his dad when sitting on his lap, and Hank could feel himself harden at the thought of her doing it to him. She didn’t. Instead, she lifted one knee up onto the chair and then the other, straddling him.
“Now ask me,” she husked, staring down at him.
Hank felt his throat closing up with lust. “What do you want for Christmas, Mom?”
“This,” she said, reaching for the string holding up his Santa pants.
Under the pants were just his boxers, and in no time she was fishing his hard cock out of the slit.
“Mmmmm, so hard. Is this for me this time?”
Hank nodded. He remembered his theory that when she did this, she was horny and wanting to play. He wanted to play too. Ready for her to stop him, he moved his hands from the arms of the chair to her bare thighs, feeling her warm flesh. When she just smiled at him, he pushed his hands along her flanks to her butt, and found it bare as well. His mom wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Ohhh, mommy is being naughty, isn’t she?” Hank said, testing the waters.
“Is she? I thought she was just helping her son with his erection problem.” She was running her hands up and down his length.
Hank was squeezing and groping her ass now, pulling her cheeks apart. “I don’t think it’s a problem this time.”
Hank took his life in his hands by moving his hands from her bare ass, tracing her hips around to her front, following the crease where her legs bent until he found silky hair. A further exploration found her dripping pussy lips.
“Mmm, it seems like Santa is the naughty one this year,” she said, still stroking his cock lightly.
Hank had never touched a pussy before, and only knew the basics. He felt fumbly as he ran his fingers along her lips. She moaned when he touched the upper region of her slit, so he did it again, feeling a squishy nub under his fingers.
“Oh, Hank,” she sighed.
Hank felt like a kid in a candy store. He lifted one hand and brought it to her wool covered chest, gripping one tit in his palm, feeling a bump push back. She wasn’t wearing a bra. One thing Hank had never noticed about his mom’s outfit were the snaps her sweater was done up with. A quick snatch at her front and the snaps gave way, her tits popping out in Hank’s face.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Wait -”
She didn’t get any more out before Hank was pulling her forward, latching onto a nipple.
“Ohhhh, Hank…” she groaned as he suckled, rolling her nipple under his tongue. He cradled her other breast, caressing the pillowy flesh. Not able to multitask very well, he stopped playing with her pussy.
She had also stopped her manipulation of his cock, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Hank let go of her luscious nipple and ripped open his jacket, pulling the pillow out to get her closer. Grabbing hold of her hips, Hank pulled her to him, gasping as he felt his cock hit her hairy, wet labia.
“Oh, um, I don’t know, Hank,” his mom said. She pushed at his shoulders lightly, trying to sit up off his lap. It only resulted in her moving her pussy along his shaft. They both groaned, and she stopped, looking down at him. She was a vision. Her red sweater hanging open, her perfect tits peeking out at him. Her skirt was tented where they were pressed together, making it look like she was hiding a cock.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Mother and son sat on the chair, both breathing heavily, him holding onto her haunches.
“I just don’t think we should do this,” she said. “I hadn’t planned, I mean, I thought we could play a bit…” Her voice trailed off.
Hank lifted his mother up, feeling his cock trail along her wet slit. When his head bobbed clear of her, he said, “My hands are full. You’re going to have to do it.”
“No, this is going too far. I’m your mother. We’re just playing.” She was shaking her head back and forth, dark hair flipping back and forth. “I won’t.”
Despite her words, Hank felt her weight lift off of his hands. She was holding herself in place now. Taking the risk she might drop, he let one hand go, taking himself in hand and propping his head where he thought her entrance might be.
“No…” she whispered, but he felt her hips adjust and then she got too heavy for him to hold up.
Hank groaned as his cock was gradually swallowed by wet heat. She sank inexorably down his shaft, her natural lube easing his passage into her vagina. When she stopped moving, he was fully buried in her, their pubis’ pressed firmly together, and Hank was no longer a virgin.
Hank leaned in to take a nipple in his mouth, squeezing her flesh.
His mom sighed, moaning deep in her throat. “Harder,” she whispered. He gripped hard, making her gasp.
He thought it was all over when she sat up without his help, his cock emerging from her cunt glistening wet, but when he was almost out, she reversed direction and plunged down on him.
Hank had never felt anything like it. Her cunt gripped his cock in a vice, each movement igniting his nerves, driving him closer to coming. She lifted again and then down.
“This was supposed to be just a Christmas treat…another handjob…coming in my mouth…” She fucked him with each pause, and Hank did everything he could to hold off from coming. It was a losing game.
“Mom,” Hank gasped.
“You feel fantastic inside of me,” she sighed, still riding.
“Mom, I’m close!”
“It’s okay, we’re safe. Finish in me,” she moaned.
Hank couldn’t take it anymore. The feel of her pussy overwhelmed him and sent him over the edge. His dick expanded, preparing his load, and explosively fired it deep into her.
“Oh, Hank,” his mom said, as his cock pulsed, rhythmically ejecting his semen. It seemed to set her off, as she moaned and clutched to him, quivering on his jerking cock. Juice flowed from her, drenching his lap and balls. Mother and son held and clutched to each other as they came, each contributing their own fluids to the potent mix. When they were done, she slumped onto his chest and he drew her close.
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Their heavy breathing filled the room. Hank sat with his arms full of his sexy mom, his cock buried in her honeypot. With glacial slowness, Hank felt his cock soften until he fell out of her pussy.
“You weren’t supposed to put your cock in me,” she said.
“You helped.”
She snuggled deeper into his chest. She whispered, “Yes, I did. It felt wonderful. Was it your first time?”
Hank nodded, “I hope it’s not the last time.”
“We’ll…see. It’s not as easy as all that. We can only do it when I’m safe.”