The Return of Mrs. Claus

I had spent the whole day washing one of my Christmas Eve outfits, over and over again, trying to get the smell of mothballs out of the fabric, what little fabric there was. There really wasn't much to it. A Sexy Santa under-wired bra with fur trim and a ruched miniskirt with a polka dot bow and candy cane . It was the last outfit that I had bought before Jeff's death. Memories of Jeff came flooding back to me but only for a moment before thoughts of the man that was waiting for me downstairs in front of that blazing fire forced thoughts of Jeff from memory. For the first time since I was widowed, I was truly happy and looking forward to the life that lay before me. I knew that there would be someone to share my golden years with—Randy would be sitting in that rocking chair next to mine. Somehow I knew intuitively that he would never leave me, not even when I was old and gray and he was still in his prime. The twenty years that separated us didn't matter. I was totally in love again, when I thought that I would never be. I felt loved again when I was certain that I would never again have a man that loved me unconditionally.

Randy had just gone in the kitchen to mix up a batch of spiked eggnog where the doorbell rang softly. It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve. Lousy timing. I was horny. I needed my lover's big cock fucking my brains out again before I climaxed in my red, satin g-string.

“I'll get it honey,” I called out to Randy as I headed for the door, planning on getting rid of whomever was on the other side. Flinging open the door, I found my self staring into the faces of my mother and father in-law.

“What the hel....Mom! Dad! What are you doing here on Christmas Eve?”

“Well, honey, mom has a Christmas Eve story to tell you. Randy called to thank me for the car and it sort of came out about what has happened between the two of you and...well...Mandy thought you might need to hear this Christmas Eve story. It happened between her and Jeff when he was even younger than Randy. He was only sixteen when he and....”

“Paul...Will you let me tell this in my own way! Can we come in, honey?”

on in...make yourself at home...Randy's fixing some eggnog in the kitchen....”

I stopped talking in mid-sentence when I finally noticed how Mandy was dressed, in a Christmas elf outfit that revealed more of her body than it concealed.

Randy walked in just then and almost dropped the pitcher of spiked eggnog and the glasses that he was carrying.

“Damn...grandma...you're fucking beautiful.”

“Yeah...your father thought so too...but that was along time ago...when I was Julie's age and I really was beautiful.”

Mandy walked over and took the tray from Randy and set it down on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“This old thing still fits so I guess that I still have the body, but there's snow on the roof now. And the face isn't what t once was.”

Paul sat down on the rug and Mandy sat down between his widely spread thighs, leaning back against his chest.

“Come on you two...get comfortable...this is a long story about a horny mother and her sixteen year old son. I was the horny mother and your Jeff was the sixteen year old son. It happen on Christmas Eve way back in 1987. I'm not sure when the sexual tension started building up between us you see......”

I closed my eyes, traveling back in time with Mandy as she relived her first night with Jeff.

… .....

“Christmas Eve parties had been a tradition in my family for as long as I could remember. When Paul and I married, I continued the tradition. We had always held them late at night on Christmas Eve after Jeff was in bed and sound asleep because all the ladies came, pun intended, scantily dressed.

Dressed for sexcess, you might say. Those parties always ended up with everyone getting laid, either right there in our living room, or later after they got home. Our closest friends did it right there in front of our fireplace. Our fireplace was a lot bigger than this one and the rug before the heart was large enough to accommodate a half-dozen naked couples in comfort.”

Imagining that scene was turning me on and I pushed my ass tighter into Randy's crotch, squirming against his cock, feeling it beginning to rise to the occasion.

“I guess that we were louder than usual that night because Jeff heard us from all the way up in his attic bedroom. Like any healthy teenage boy would, he slipped down the back stairs and into the kitchen to sneak a peak at what was going on in the living room. It was just about that time that I had decided to go into the kitchen to fix everyone more of my spice eggnog....This is damn good eggnog...what the fuck do you put in this, Randy?”

I opened my eyes and looked over to where Mandy and Paul stretched out on the rug in front of us. Many had slipped off her tiny Elf dress and Paul was playing with her nipples. They were getting bigger and harder by the second, looking like tiny titties atop her beautifully formed titties. My own nipples had grown rigid and erect as I watched. Reaching up, I stripped off my bra top, giving my sweet lover free access to my aroused flesh. Mandy moaned loudly and struggled to continue her story.

“I don't know where Jeff had been hiding when I entered the kitchen because I never saw him. I was bent over getting more eggnog out of the refrigerator when he slipped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my ass tight into his crotch, his rock-hard shaft forcing the cheeks of my ass apart...Jesus, this is making me so fucking horny...Christ, I's so wet...Paul feel how wet I'm getting...play with me...I need to cumm so fucking bad...”

I stood up and slipped out of my miniskirt and g-string before settling back down between Randy's spread thighs. He had slipped out of his boxer shorts, and his ramrod like shaft pressed up against me, it bloated head pressing tightly against my back. Mandy moaned again as Paul's finger slid inside her.

“Oh...so fucking good...slowly honey...want to finish story...ahhh...while I can...talk...”

Randy knew just how to touch me, it was almost like we had been lovers for years...not just hours. I was soaring upward toward the apex of my arousal as Mandy struggled to finish her story.

“...I jerked erect and spun around in his arms, thinking...oh...oh...almost there...ah thinking it was Paul...was confused...then my body took over...fucked him right there...oh...ohhh...so good....going to cumm...fucked him on floor. Never had such...satisfying...orgasm......ohhh...Paul...please fuck me now.”

I jumped up.

“Turn around Randy. I want to look into Mandy's eyes as she cumms. I need you to make me cumm while I watch her beautiful face as Paul makes her cumm.”

With that said I dropped down on Randy's straining, throbbing shaft as Paul moved over behind Randy, his back pressing against Randy's back. Mandy's pretty face, contorted in ecstasy, only inches from mine as we rode our lovers to paradise. Holding on to Randy with one hand I reached around him and grasped one of Mandy's hands with the other as the first orgasm overtook me.

Afterward we collapsed into a tangled heap of arms and legs. Too satisfied to move, we dozed off that way. When I woke up just before dawn on Christmas morning, I found myself lying in Paul's arms while Randy had his face buried in mandy's crotch. Had we switched partners and I just couldn't remember? That thought was making me wet again...but no time to find out...the kids would be bounding down the stairs in a little while. We had to get dressed.