I came home from a hard day's work to find an urgent message from my mom. I thought about "forgetting" to check my answering machine. I was beat. Too many 10 hour days, and with Christmas just around the corner I also had to deal with hordes of shoppers downtown and wondering what to get everyone myself. I like the holidays, but I wish I didn't need a vacation when they were done.
I called my mom. "Honey, I need a big favor," she said. "Our church group is having Santa tonight for the kids, and we just had a disaster. Vince Peterson was going to play Santa, but he slipped coming down his steps and broke his ankle! I only have two hours before the kids come and I don't have a Santa. And, well, you WOULD fit in the outfit."
I resented this a bit. OK, I've gained 10 pounds since I graduated, too much beer and eating out. But mostly I'm big, I'm six-three and about 235 and, well, about the exact same size as that asshole Vince Peterson, a neighbor of ours. He was one of these guys who fancied himself God's gift to women, always flirting and making a nuisance of himself.
I could have argued with mom for an hour and still ended up playing Santa, so I just shut up and went over there. I figured I'd get something extra under the tree for it. I got to my folks place, accepted her repeated thanks, and got into the suit. It fit like a glove, I mean, it actually looked GOOD on me. Put the whiskers on and the hat and damn, I was Santa Claus.
I'd never actually played Santa before, but as my Mom drove me to the fire hall I said I thought I'd figure it out. Ask the kiddies what they want, say Ho ho ho, act jolly. I guessed I'd pull it off.
Mom dropped me off but said she couldn't stay, she wasn't assigned to chaperone this event. I got in there and there were several other mothers there, and they told me what to do. It went off without a hitch. The kids were happy, my mom was happy, the other adults there were happy.
Just when the line was winding down I saw a familiar face come through the door, my Aunt Jess to be exact. My mother had encouraged her to join the church group, to get more involved in something constructive. Aunt Jess was a piece of work. The second wife of my mom's brother Don, Aunt Jess was a vivacious woman who loved to be the center of attention. And now, seeing her come into this crowded room, I could see everyone turn toward her like she was magnetic.
She was a very attractive woman, her light brown hair cut short, and those blue eyes sparkled with a barely contained mischief. Her figure was full and round and deliciously curvy. But there was something about her, something overtly sexy, that I could never put my finger on. She was a shameless flirt, and at family gatherings I never got away with less than a big hug and a kiss on the lips as a goodbye. I always got the impression that she was thinking about sex as much as I was. From the first day I met her I had a big crush on her, and seeing her now was a bit distracting.
The last kid sat on my lap and told me he wanted a Razor scooter. I ho ho hoed and got him off my aching thighs. I couldn't believe how much little kids weigh, they all must have put rocks in their pockets. Aunt Jess was standing next to me, talking to another of the ladies, and I heard her say that she was there as part of the cleanup committee. The room wasn't messed up at all, so I figured that would take just a few minutes. I sat and watched her, admiring her lush body, her lovely face. "That's what I want for Christmas," I sighed, as I watched her bend over to pick up a napkin and saw that nice broad ass in all its splendor.
I was about to surprise her by showing her my face under the whiskers when she snuck away from everyone else and walked over to me. "Santa," she said in a breathy, sexy voice, "I'll be done cleaning in just a bit. Could you stay awhile? I'd like to get the chance to tell you what I want for Christmas." She walked away before I could answer her. It was obvious she didn't know who I was. Should I play along? Hey, wasn't I entitled to a little fun?
I went to the men's room and hung out for 10 minutes. I peeked out and saw that all the lights were out. I went back into the hall, worried that I might be locked in. I was about to call out, "Aunt Jess?" when a voice came from behind. "So, there you are."
She walked over, a look on her face that made me very nervous and very excited. Because she was obviously excited and turned on herself. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll tell you what I want for Christmas." I took a seat and Aunt Jess eased herself down into my lap. She wiggled her ass against my groin, getting herself comfortable. Her face was just before mine, and my God she was gorgeous. I put my arms around her to steady her on my lap. I was getting erect from her grinding against me, and this suit wasn't exactly good for hiding it.
"Well, what I want..." she said, but I interrupted her. "Now wait little lady," I said in my deep Santa voice, "have you been naughty or nice?"
Her laugh was deep and rollicking. "I think a girl can be naughty AND nice, don't you? You know when I've been sleeping, and you know when I'm awake. Do you think I've been a good girl this year?" She rotated her hips again and man, it felt fucking great. I had to stop this right now. But before I could tell her who I was she said. "Do you think I'm nice?" and she leaned forward and kissed me on the nose. I was shaking inside my suit.
"You're a very good girl, very good," I boomed.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Good, then let me tell you what I want for Christmas. Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved going to see Santa. I always dreamed that if I was very nice to Santa, very very nice, I would get what I wanted."
"What do you mean, very nice to Santa? You mean leave him cookies and milk?"
"No, no, Santa gets plenty of cookies. But does he get enough of this?" She leaned forward and kissed me, this time on the mouth, her tongue parting my lips and gently sliding around my tongue. I was stunned and excited beyond belief. She pulled back and giggled. "Your beard tickles."
She slid off my lap and I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Those emotions changed when she started taking off her clothes. She took off her sweater, her turtleneck, her brassiere, her skirt, her panties. She left on her stockings and heels. Her breasts were incredible, huge and round and only slightly sagging under their tremendous weight.
She crawled back into my lap and snuggled into my groin again. "When I was little I wanted to give Santa kisses to bring me toys. Now I just want to give Santa kisses." She leaned in and started kissing me again, deep soft kisses with our tongues gently swirling around each other. I lifted my gloved hands to her breasts and gently caressed them. She moaned softly as I kneaded her big breasts and caressed her ass with my other hand. I was so turned on that I wasn't even worried about this being my aunt. I just wanted her so bad that it didn't matter.
She pulled away. "Santa, there is just one thing I want from you. I'd say that it's just one little thing, but I can feel it against me, and it isn't little." She slip off my lap and reached down to my groin. The pants had a fly in the front, and I was wearing boxers, and she was able to pull my iron-hard erection through the holes. "Oh, Santa!" she said when she saw the size of her gift.