I can’t believe I’m doing this, driving to a fraternity house at the local state college on a Friday afternoon. My daughter asked me to drop off a large box of Christmas decorations to her boyfriend, who lived at the fraternity. She was going to do it but got hung up at her college tutoring. She needed the money for Christmas, so I said I would drop it off for her.
I am still wearing my clothes from my part-time job at a trendy store whose dress code requires a dressy skirt and top. I hadn't picked up the dry cleaning yesterday, so my skirt was fancier, more flowy, and shorter than usual. The top was thin, almost see-through, but I wore a short jacket over it so I wouldn't look too immodest. I wasn’t comfortable showing up to a fraternity in these clothes, but I reasoned it would be fine since I was just dropping off a box. The school was close to my job, so I was saving myself an extra trip.
I pull up to the fraternity house and notice the front is blocked off, so I drive around the side to find an open spot to park. The box is quite heavy, and I’m in my four-inch heels, so I decide to knock on the front door, find my daughter’s boyfriend Tim, and have him bring the box in.
I carefully walk around to the front and climb the steps to the door. As I raise my hand to knock, the door opens. A nice-looking young man smiles at me and says, “Hello, beautiful,” and pulls me inside. He holds onto my arm as he pulls me from the front hall into the living room. Several young men are lounging around on the chairs and couches, all looking up at us as we enter.
The young man pulling me into the room says, “Look what I found on the front porch.”
I am blushing profusely and say, “I’m here to drop something off for Tim. Is he here?”
Another very good-looking, tall young man walks towards me, saying, “My name is Lincoln. I am the president of this fraternity. However, I'll let you call me Tim if you come sit on my lap.” He takes my arm and pulls me to the couch, where he sits in the middle and pulls me onto his lap. My skirt has been pushed up my legs as he pulls me down, showing the tops of my stockings and my upper bare thighs.
His arm clamps around my waist as he pulls me against his chest. He moves my legs over his, then spreads his legs, which pushes my skirt up more, showing my panties. Two other young men sit down close on either side, each one taking a hand and holding it tightly, pulling my arms out from my sides. The other young men gather around, looking as my blouse strains over my large breasts from being pulled tight. Lincoln moves his hands up and down my sides and says, “What did you need Tim for? He’s not here right now, but I’m sure we could help a sexy MILF like you.”
A new man kneels in front of me, running his hands up my stocking-clad legs to my exposed panties, his thumbs meeting and rubbing up and down my covered pussy lips. “Mmmm, these panties are feeling a little damp here,” he says. I can feel my blush going down my chest as I see 10 pairs of eyes watching me.
“I brought a box of decorations. Tim told my daughter they were needed for a party. I just need someone to carry the box in, as it's very heavy. Please let me up so I can show you where I'm parked, then I have to leave.”
Lincoln starts taking my jacket off, saying, “ You look like you are hot, so let’s get this off. You don’t need a jacket in here. We will get the box in a little bit.” The young men on either side slide my arms back, and my jacket is removed. My chest is rising and falling rapidly now, and I know my hard nipples can be seen through my semi-transparent blouse and thin bra. I feel my pussy leaking, wetting my panties even further.
Most of the eyes are now watching my tits and nipples lift and lower. Lincoln lifts his hands and starts to unbutton my blouse. He says, “You still look like you are hot; I think this blouse needs to come off too.” I also feel my panties being pulled down my legs and off. I’m starting to protest, trying to get my hands free and stand up to leave, but they all have a firm grip on my arms so I cannot escape.
One of the other frat boys says, “ I think Tim got this sexy Momma to come help us with our party tonight. We still need a Santa for people to sit with and tell what they want for Christmas.”
Lincoln smiles a big smile as my blouse is removed. He says he loves that idea. All the young men start talking, throwing out ideas. One shouts out, “We dress her in just her stockings, a red thong, and a Santa hat and have her sit in the big chair. Guys pay to tell her their Christmas wish while she sits on their lap. The money can go to the charity we sponsor.”
Everyone but me shouts, “Yeah, great idea.” Lincoln looks at me and says, “You want to help out the charity, don’t you? Those poor kids needing toys for Christmas. And these large, fat tits will bring all the guys over to sit with you.”
He is now rubbing my tits, having pulled them out of my bra cups, tweaking my sensitive nipples, making them swell and darken. The two young men on the sides have my hands rubbing their cocks. The one in front also has his hand rubbing my pussy lips and clit, thumbs splitting the lips open. Lincoln kisses my neck behind my ear, then sucks hard to leave a mark. I lurch forward, pushing a finger inside my pussy and my ass down on his hard bulge.
Lincoln croons in my ear, “Oh, I see you like that. Your nipples got so big and hard. I’ll get you off good when you agree to be our sexy Momma Santa tonight. We will just keep you on edge until you agree.”
I’m very aroused and confused; these are all young men in their late teens and twenties, my daughter's age. I should be upset, not aroused, but it’s been a long dry spell since my husband left me, and with all the stimulation I really want to cum.
Lincoln says, “ I’ll make you feel so good, cum so hard. You know you want to cum, and besides, you will help support the charity. Just say yes to being our Momma Santa. You will enjoy our party. It is always a blast, and you will be quite the hit.“
I’m rocking on the hand rubbing and pinching my clit, finger in my pussy. My skirt is up around my waist. Everyone stares at my bare, swaying tits being pinched and pulled, and at my clit showing big and wet. My rocking ass also massages Lincoln’s large, hard cock buried between my ass cheeks.
I can’t stand anymore, so I shout out, “Yes, I’ll be Momma Santa if you will make me cum,” and hear a click. I realize a picture was taken.
Lincoln laughs and says, “We also took a video of your agreement in case you try to change your mind. It is now a binding contract. We will sue you if you try to leave. We will also then put the video we took on the internet with your name, address, and phone number.”
He lifts me just enough to get his cock out, then impales me on the large, stiff staff. I moan loudly as I slide all the way down, his cock stretching my unused pussy. He says, “Now ride me, sexy Momma. I told you I’d get you to cum so bounce on my hard cock. I'm so wet and aroused that I immediately start to ride his cock frantically. He uses my tits to help raise and lower me. The other young man starts pinching my swollen clit, then rubbing it fast, then pinching again. That’s too much for my sex starved body. I explode on Lincoln’s cock, clamping down hard, trapping his cock as I cum, liquid gushing out.
He says, “Yeah, Momma, cum on my young cock. Make me fill your hungry pussy with my cream.” His words and all the pinching and pulling start me cumming again, even harder. I feel Lincoln’s hot cum shoot deep in my pussy. I’m moaning how good it feels. Bouncing up and down until we both stop cumming. One of the frat boys says he got the whole thing on video to play on a loop tonight at the party.
Lincoln’s cock slips out of my pussy as I fall back against him, fully sated. His hands now rub my arms and legs. He looks up and says, “Oh, hi Tim. Look who volunteered to be Momma Santa tonight at the decorating party. We are going to dress her in just a hat and thong and let others pay to have her sit on their laps. We will take pictures for them just like at the mall. We will make a lot of money for our charity.”
Tim looks at me in shock. He says, “She can’t; her daughter is coming tonight.”
Lincoln says, “Well, it’s already been decided. She’s Momma Santa tonight, and at every other Christmas party this fraternity has. Our frat house will be the most popular on campus. The rest of you start getting the word out.”
And that’s how I ended up as Momma Santa to a fraternity of young men.
