It was the time of year when people greet each other with a smile, snow flurries whip around your legs, and office parties become wild extravaganzas.
My fathers insurance company was no exception. I don't know why I said yes but here I was acting as Santa to a bunch of drunk paper pushers and their spouses.
Dad came to me yesterday complaining about his troubles. He was in charge of the Christmas party this year and his "Santa" had backed out at the last minute.
All other rent-a-Santa's were booked so he turned to me. As a linebacker on the university football team I would fit the costume and he would save face.
The fact that he'd pay me $200 for the night helped too. He promised that since I have never stopped by his office, no one would know who I was. Just some random St Nicholas in the old style robes.
So here I sit with Mrs Whoever she is wiggling in my lap telling me she wants me wrapped up and under her tree. She's not very original. I've heard that line from 7 wives and 1 gay mail clerk.
These men need to do more work at home keeping their wives happy or they are going to lose them, to me if I could help it. I've grabbed more tit tonight than at a frat party.
It didn't help that I had three scantly clad female elves helping me hand out gifts.
One was the hot blonde receptionist with her large rack squeezing out the top of her costume.
The second was some gal from the secretary pool. Long legs, long brown hair, and her ass was to die for.
The third was by far the best of the three. She was my mom. At 5'9" she was tall and beautiful. Not the fashion model/artificial beauty of the other two, but a real beauty you felt deep inside and stirred your groin with desire.
Her long wavy blonde hair hung down her back to her exquisite full ass which topped her long toned legs. She proudly displayed her 36D breast and a flat stomach trailing down to what I'm sure is paradise in a thong.
I must admit, she has been the object of many a masturbatory session over the years and not just for me. All my friends have commented about their desires to join her in joyous sweaty celebration.
Mom and I had a wonderful relationship together. As dad was the executive VP of the company, he was on the road quite often so mom and I hung out together a lot.
We would go clubbing and get the weirdest looks. I'm sure they thought she was a cougar with her prey. She wouldn't dance with anyone else and that was fine with me. Some nights when the liquor would flow, our friendly flirtation would get kinda hot but we always stopped before it got to far.
I can say that we have kissed and there has been some petting but never without clothes. Dad was unaware and we figured it was all in good fun as long as it was in the family.
Tonight was just such a night. The open bar helped to lift everyones moods and liberate their libidos. Kisses were shared by all and I received many.
There's nothing like a milf sitting on your lap, shoving her tongue down your throat, and grabbing your cock. To be truthful I am a large guy. I'm no John Holmes but I can impress the ladies.
Mom kept teasing me about the way the women swooned in my lap but as the night drew on I could tell she was getting annoyed, or was it jealousy?
Occasionally there were down times when the officers of the company were making speeches in the conference room down the hall, Mom would sit on my lap and cover up under my robes.
She said she was cold but I knew better. As soon as she was inside her hands would slide down to my crotch and rest on my cock and her finger danced across the now throbbing member.
We talked and giggled. I would tickle her thighs, ribs, and "accidentally" brush her breast with my palm. We kissed occasionally and slipped tongues.
When we heard the applause she would squeeze my cock and get up. By the third speech we had a routine and were getting bolder in our touching and getting drunk helped too. Mom climbed in and grabbed my cock straight off this time.
"Watching all those bitches molest you is making me horny, Sweetie."
Mom whispered as the group wandered away to listen.
"It's having the same effect on me"
"I can tell. You're hard as a rock right now." her hand sliding up and down on my shaft.
I brazenly grabbed her tits and squeezed and I kissed her deeply.
"Mmmmm, Baby, That feels so good but you shouldn't be touching Mommy like that."
With my cock in her hand and the booze in my brain I no longer cared that she was my mom. I slipped my hand inside her top and pinched her nipple before sliding my palm across her breast.
"Ooohhh, yes!" she squealed quietly and covered my mouth with hers. My other hand dove under her short skirt to find a moist silk thong. I pulled it aside as she opened her thighs for better access.
My fingers danced on her clit and Mom responded by reaching inside my pants to grasp my cock. She moaned as her hand found my tip oozing precum. She spread it across my shaft to slip smoother.
I slipped a finger deep inside her and felt her pussy tighten around it. Stroking in and out, I added another digit. Mom started bucking against my hand and moaning into my mouth. My thumb teased her clit as my fingers delved deep inside. Her climax came suddenly and she clamped hard on my cock. All her muscles tensed, she buried her face in my shoulder, and she screamed into it.
As if in response to our performance, applause sounded from the conference room.
"I'll take care of this later." she promised with a kiss and a gentle squeeze to my cock. She stood up and straightened her skirt as the first of the drunk wives came toppling back in view shouting "Hey Santa. Want to see what's in my stocking?"
My turn came later that evening when we were getting ready to go. Dad had a limo for us downstairs and we were waiting for him to finish up.
"I'm sorry but it's going to be a bit of a wait." Dad said. "Jerry got drunk and tripped over a desk. He broke his nose and I get to do the paperwork. Why don't you guys take the limo home and I'll catch a cab."
"Are you sure?" Mom asked as she glanced at me with a gleam in her eye.
"Ya, go ahead. You two have fun and I''l see you later."
"Ok, Honey" Mom said with a kiss. She spun around, locked her arm in mine and off we went.
