Christmas time around our house was always spent near the tv, and it was the one time of year my parents called a halt to their usual daily arguments long enough to celebrate. This year though things had changed slightly. This year dad had gotten snowed in while on a business trip and he wouldn’t be able to catch a flight home until the day after Christmas.
My mother and sister were both very down about having a Christmas without dad, I couldn’t say I was thrilled about it but it would mean that I was the man of the house this year and the one to play Santa the on Christmas Eve. We had this usual tradition that dad would sit in his chair all dressed up in his Santa outfit and then he would have us all sit on his lap and tell him just one present we had really had our eye on that year. It never failed the next morning our present would be there. So even though we all knew Santa wasn’t existent anymore it still left a little magic to this holiday for us. The funny thing was dad had never gotten that one gift he had his eye on and we knew it, he would get the traditional items like ties, gloves slippers and something for his tool collection that he rarely if ever had used.
This was my chance to fulfill quite a few longtime dreams and fantasies I had if I played my cards right. I called dad at his hotel and talked to him for a little while to work out a few details and then managed to get a hold of a few of my own business contacts I had made working for the old man to ensure my own gift to the family.
“James come down here honey, it’s time for the eggnog and movie,” mom called up the stairs to me.
“Be right down mom,” I hurriedly replied as I finished putting on the Santa costume after digging it out from dad’s hiding place.
Slowly I walked down the steps to take the place in his chair, my mother and sister both laughed and giggled as I approached them obviously having already started on the eggnog my mother had made. She always went a bit heavy on the rum, but since the time my sister and I had become adults we had never complained.
“Oh so we have a new Santa in the house,” Amy, my 20 year old sister teased.
“No young lady, you just have a well rested Santa at your disposal this year. Come on girls before the movie starts come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what your little heart’s desire.”
Mom was the first to approach and as she leaned in she whispered that her desire to me, “I would really love to have my husband home, and also that little diamond bracelet I had my eye on all summer at Tiffany’s,” she said as she sat upon my lap.
I don’t know why but it was then I noticed that my mother’s robe had fallen open just a bit and I could see in and down the swell of her breasts to the succulent nipples that were hardening under the silky fabric. I quickly tried to regain my composure and told her Santa would do his best and ushered her off my lap before she had a chance to notice my cock hardening beneath her.
That was a mistake I soon realized as my sister immediately took up her place on my lap. She wrapped her little arms around my neck and whispered in my ear how she wanted nothing more than that vibrator from the catalog she had shown her mother, and a pearl necklace. As she whispered the words pearl necklace her hand reached down to grasp my hard cock and I felt her stroke up and down for a minute or so before releasing me and lying down on the floor.
