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It was Christmas Eve and my son and I had decided to spend
it at home together. I had put on a red silk robe and a Santa
Claus hat and come downstairs to the living room. My son was
sitting on the sofa in the present I had given him for his
birthday, a black silk robe. I called out as I came down the
stairs.
"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!"
"Wow! If Mrs. Claus looks like that, no wonder Santa only
leaves home one night a year!"
I had to smile at that. The robe was rather form-fitting,
and clung to my 36D breasts like it was sprayed on.
"Ho ho ho! It sounds like this little boy is falling into
the naughty category already!" I teased. I sat down on the
couch beside him. Now, now little boy, you behave. Sit on Mrs.
Claus' lap and tell her what you want for Christmas!"
My son sat down on my lap and I put my arms around him.
I noticed his cologne. Very nice...very arousing. Stop it,
I told myself, this is your son. Still, given how attractive
he is it was difficult not to let my thoughts drift. Although
I tried not to think that way, I would often end up fantasizing
about him when I was in bed at night. It was lonely without his
father and his good looks and the outfits he wore around the
house (often just a pair of shorts!) were not exactly condusive
to the purest of thoughts. I tried to shrug it off and
concentrate on what he was saying.
"Well, gee, Mrs. Claus, I don't know what I want for
Christmas. I've been good this year, but since I'm not exactly
a little boy anymore I'm not sure... although a motorcycle would
be nice!"
"Well, until you think of what you really want, why don't
you let Mrs. Claus go so Santa can get here and your mommy can
ask for what she wants!"
He chuckled and got off my lap. He took the hat and put it
on his own head.
"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! I understand there's someone
here who wants to request her Christmas presents!"
"Gee, Santa, when did you start wearing black?"
"Ho ho ho! Santa can appear any way you want him to!"
"ANY way? Hmmm, just think, a Santa with no clothes on!"
He blushed as red as the hat, but I noticed the front of
his robe move, raising slightly.
"Ho ho ho! It seems like we've found someone else who fits
into the naughty category! Now then, be a good girl and tell
Santa what you want for Christmas."
"Wait a minute, Santa, it's not official unless I sit on
your lap!"
I sat down on his lap, and when I did, I could feel his
cock through the fabric of our robes. It was firm when I first
sat down, and I could feel it get harder as I snuggled into
his lap. Within moments it was pressing against my pussy!
"Oh my, I think Santa has some naughty thoughts going on
in HIS mind!"
"Uh, ho ho ho! What do you mean?"
"Well, it's either that, or this is the North Pole I keep
hearing about!" I said and wiggled around on his cock.
"Um, well, uh, Santa's only human! Maybe you'd better tell
Santa what you want sitting BESIDE his lap!"
Maybe it was my son's adorable embarassment. Maybe it was
the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my pussy through
our robes. Maybe it was the length of time I'd been without a
man in my life and in my bed. Maybe it was all of the above and
more that controlled my actions from then on. I did sit beside
him on the couch, then I said "I want to see the North Pole,
Santa!", and opened his robe, uncovering his cock! It was
beautiful.
"Mom! What are you doing?"
He went to cover back up, but I grasped his cock gently in
my hand, and he moaned and put his hands down.
"Mmmm, I prefer my son's pole to the North Pole any day!"
I told him. Then I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth!
I gave my son a slow, wet, sexy blowjob. All he could do was
moan and caress my hair with his hands. I opened his robe and
ran my hands all over his body as I sucked on him. Finally I
let his cock slip from my mouth and stood up.
"Wow, mom, what was that all about?"
"It's not what it WAS about, it's what it IS about. It's
about what I want for Christmas - you!"
As I said this I untied my robe and let it fall to the
floor. I was now standing naked in front of my son, and I was
so turned on, I thought his gaze might make me cum! I got up on
the couch and stood above him with my pussy only inches away
from his face.
"Go on, baby. Lick momma's pussy! You know you want to!"
He leaned forward and began licking up and down my
pussylips. I used a combination of guiding his head with my
hands and moving my hips to help him hit all the right spots.
I came twice, and by the time I got down, the lower half of my
son's face was coated with my cum. I knelt on the couch facing
him, straddling his hips. I gently grasped his cock and placed
it between my pussylips. I slid down his cock, taking it deep
inside my pussy and moaned "ho ho hohhhh!!!"
"Oh mom, I can't believe it! You're actually fucking me!"
"Believe it, baby! You don't object, do you?" I asked as
I began sliding up and down his cock.
"Object? Of course I don't object, mom! I've fantasized
about this for years! I just never thought...."
"Well now you don't have to think. Just fuck me!"
I rode his cock faster. I was so hot I came almost
immediately.
"Oh baby! Fuck me! Fuck mommy! I'm cumming!!!"
I came all over my son's cock, so much that I could feel
my cum flowing out around his cock. My son moaned again.
"Oh mom, this feels so good! I'm gonna cum soon. Are you
on birth control?"
I hadn't even bothered to think about it, I was so hot.
"No, I'm not on anything."
"You'd better get off me now, then. I can't hold back much
longer. If you don't get off me, I'll cum inside you. I'll
get you pregnant!"
Once again I'm not sure what controlled my actions from
that point. Maybe I was just so hot I lost control. Maybe it
was the thrill of the ultimate taboo. Maybe it was how good he
felt inside me and not wanting to lose that feeling. Whatever
drove me, I got even hotter at the thought of getting pregnant
by my own son, and I actually began riding him faster when he said
that!
"Then do it, baby! Cum inside me! Cum in momma's pussy!
Shoot me full of your cum, baby! Give it to me! Cream my pussy!
Fill momma with your cum!"
"But mom, I'll get you pregnant! You should...get off...
before I...CUM! I'm gonna cum! I can't hold back! I...uhhhh!"
I sank down all the way on his cock, taking it deep inside
my pussy. The head of his cock was pressed up against my womb
as he came. I could feel his cock jump inside me, then start
throbbing as the first stream of cum shot out into my pussy
and up into my womb. Feeling my son cumming inside me made me
cum again, and I began pumping my hips, squeezing his cock with
my pussy, milking it. My son's cock throbbed again and again
inside me, pumping stream after stream of cum into my pussy and
up into my womb. The thought that my son could possibly be
impregnating me only added to the intensity of my orgasm.
Even after I'd received the last of his cum into my body, I
rode him for a few more strokes til my own orgasm subsided.
He had really filled me up! I could feel a little of his cum
oozing out around his cock.
"Mmmmm, Santa! What a nice Christmas present!"
"Wow, mom, that was incredible! That's the best Christmas
present I've ever been given, too!"
"Well, you didn't get a motrocycle, but you did get a gift you
can ride all the time, except when your gift is riding you!"
I kissed him and hugged him to me.
"Mom?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Why did you let me cum inside you if you're not on birth
control? Won't you get pregnant?"
"Yes, I probably will, but I just was enjoying it so much
I didn't want to stop. I wanted to feel that beautiful cock go
off inside me! I wanted to feel my son's cum filling my pussy!
As a matter of fact, I loved it so much, I want to feel it
again right now!"
I started sliding up and down his still-hard cock again.
"But mom..."
"Shhh, there's no point in worrying about it anymore.
I already have lots of your cum in my pussy, so go ahead,
pump as much more as you want up there. It won't make a
difference. Come on, darling! Give it to me again! Give me
another Christmas present, baby! Fuck momma and cum inside
me again!"
He did cum in me again. And again. That was truly a gift
that keeps on giving. Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, all week,
New Years Eve and day, and every day since.