“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.”
“You mean the end? When…”
“When you came in me, yes. Birth control doesn’t agree with my body, so I track my cycle with an app. That means we need alone time at the right time of the month.”
Just then a text came through on his mom’s phone. She picked it up from the side table to read it. “Your father and sister will be back soon. Time for naughty Mrs. Claus to get cleaned up.”
Suddenly, they were mother and son again. She stood up off his lap and went to clean up and put her stockings, panties and bra back on. Hank went to fix his costume, noting there was a mess on the crotch. His already low enthusiasm to play Santa was gone, so he just put the pants in the washer.
When the other two Jenkins returned no one mentioned Hank dressing up as Santa.
In the weeks that followed, Hank and his mom didn’t speak of what they’d done, but he felt there was an understanding between them. A closeness expressed in shared glances and smiles.