After accidentally fucking my mom the night before—thinking she was Sophia in that identical Mrs. Claus outfit—I decided to help at the afternoon event. I knew I’d never miss another chance to assist when she dressed as Mrs. Claus to help Grandpa as Santa.
When she changed and came back into the hall in that outfit, our eyes locked. We both knew exactly what the other was thinking, and my cock went rock hard remembering the night. Luckily, I’d worn loose cargo shorts.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was obsessed, knowing I still had hours owed from her promise—the time she slept exhausted instead of letting me have her until Sophia woke.
A new fantasy formed: taking Mom as Mrs. Claus during an event, especially the big ones with a private dressing room for Santa and his assistant.
It would be tough if she stuck to her “never again” rule after the remaining time, and even harder to get her alone. But I focused on what I had—almost eight hours of credit.
I’d never noticed men staring at her so much before, and the jealousy hit hard—like a boyfriend, not a son.
After helping Grandpa, Mom changed back into loose, elegant pants and a top. But only I knew the perfect, curvy body underneath.
The event ended early. We drove home separately. I found her on the couch, legs stretched out, sandals off.
“Another event done. I love planning them, but I love when they’re over—especially when they go well like today.”
I sat beside her.
“Satisfaction of a job well done and making people happy, right, Mom?”
“Yeah… and today I was extra energized,” she said with a sly smile, referring to our night.
I thought she wouldn’t bring it up until her day off, but here she was.
“I’m glad I could help.”
“Help isn’t the right word. How many hours do I still owe you?” she teased.
“We stopped around 3 a.m., Sophia woke at 11… almost eight.”
“Oh God, I’d never last that long—even though it was incredible.” She laughed.
“You don’t have to, Mom. We’ll go until you’re ready. You don’t owe me anything.”
“No way. I owe eight hours, and you’ll get them—maybe split over two days,” she said, grinning.
She was clearly turned on. Despite her loyalty to Dad, who neglected her, she wanted more.
“Whatever you want, Mom. It’s all bonus for me. The longer it takes, the more time I get living my old fantasy.”
“I was soaked all day remembering last night—especially seeing you stare at me the same way. I even thought… if you want me as Mrs. Claus again, I have crotchless white tights for quick bathroom breaks. I could wear them with just white panties.”
“Mooom… that’s cruel. I can’t have you until Monday, and it’s only Saturday.”
“Ahhh, baby, I’m so sore but craving your big cock. I won’t last until Monday,” she said, standing and slowly stripping in front of me.
She was stunning in red lace bra and panties—like she’d planned it.
She straddled me, made room to free my cock, and it sprang out hard.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. With the son my husband left to ‘take care of me,’ it’s not cheating—it’s part of the care package,” she said wickedly, shifting her panties aside and sinking down.
Happiness exploded inside me—no more limits. She dropped her weight, taking me in one slow, tight slide, screaming in pain and pleasure.
“Ahhhhiiiiii… I need it so bad. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me whenever you want. Ohhhhh… and do everything you promised. I’m cummmiiing!”
I squeezed her lace-covered breasts to intensify her orgasm.
She stayed impaled, eyes fluttering, lost in pleasure. I felt like a king giving her what Dad never did.
When her climax faded, I unhooked her bra, freeing those perfect, firm breasts.
I lifted her hips, thrusting up as she rode.
“You keep going,” I told her.
I cupped her breasts, kissing the skin around her nipples, teasing.
She moaned, hands in my hair, pulling me closer.
I sucked one nipple hard, then the other.
Reaching behind, I gathered our juices and circled her asshole.
“Ahhhh… you naughty boy. So young, making Mommy so happy.”
I slid one finger in, then two.
She gasped, riding faster.
“You’re gonna fuck Mommy’s ass like you promised? Know what? I never let your dad have it.”
That drove me wild. I sucked harder, fingering her ass as she came again.
We exploded together—another flood of cum deep inside her.
After, she caught her breath.
“I loved fucking in your bed… but I’ve been a bad mom letting you sleep in this tiny thing. From tonight, your bed is our bed.”
I kissed her passionately.
“Sure? I wake up hard every morning,” I teased.
“Perfect. I’ll love it—as long as it doesn’t mess with work, anytime is fine.”
She was glowing.
We cuddled, but she was impatient.
“Let’s go, baby.”
I carried her to my room.
“I want it in your bed—like lovers.”
My cock throbbed at the thought.
“I could never feel with Sophia what I feel with you. It wouldn’t be fair to keep her.”
“Unless she knows, accepts… and joins,” Mom said playfully.
“Mooom…”
Her pussy clenched around my still-buried cock.
We laughed. I positioned her doggy-style on my bed, red panties pulled aside.
First, I fucked her pussy to make her cum, then switched to her virgin ass—slow, lubed with our juices.
She screamed as the head popped in, but begged for more.
I worked deeper, spanking her ass until she came hard anally.
I filled her final hole with cum.
We collapsed, spent and happy.
Mom whispered, “This is just the beginning.”
