I wrote this piece of fiction in 2019 for a website that has these 1,000 word contests that are pretty fun to take part in. (I’d post the website, but I don’t know if that’s allowed here.) These 1,000 word stories are challenging for me because I write long stories with sex scenes many times longer than this effort. (I can’t reread this thing or I’m going to turn it into a 5,000 word story.)
Anyway, since it’s short, and it’s no longer on the original website, I’m posting it to a few subReddits. Enjoy.
**Chapter 01: A New Job**
*“Santa baby, yabba-dabba-dabba-da-do,*
*Santa, cutie, I’d hop, skip, and jump for you—”*
I heard my mother’s laughter, followed by the question, “What are you singing?”
“I’m a mall Santa,” I said.
In my mother’s eyes, I saw a sparkle come to life I had never seen in her before, and in her smile, I saw something that I couldn’t quite place . . . yet.
“Try the Santa suit it on.” Mom clapped her hands under her breasts. “Let me have a sneak peek at Santa this year.”
**Chapter 02: Dad’s Warning**
“You had to get a Santa job,” my dad said before I left for my first day of work.
“I’m a student; part-time jobs are my life.”
“Don’t indulge your mother.”
I laughed.
What did he mean by that?
**Chapter 03: Christmas Eve**
“Not too many twenty-two-year-old Santa’s running around.”
I smiled and listened to the soft melody of Christmas classics as they drifted through the air.
“Another whiskey?”
“Sure. It’s cold out.”
The bartender poured me another.
“Do you know what’s funny about this suit?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Women’s reactions.” I smiled. “Especially when they find out my beard is real.”
“What reactions? And that’s a well-groomed beard.”
“Thanks.” I laughed. “My elves and other women—they just want to touch the suit.”
“Sit in your lap?”
“Yeah.” I sipped my whiskey. “All of them.”
“Has it gotten you laid?”
“Yep.” I thought about their age ranges. “Too much.”
My bartender laughed.
“There’s just something about Santa.”
“Tell me about these women.”
“Sure,” I said, nodding and sipping my whiskey. “I’ve known one of them for years—my whole life.” I took a deep breath. “She loves the suit. She wants to see me in it. She jokes about sitting in my lap.” I closed my eyes. “In private, she asks me if she’s been a naughty girl this year.” I released my breath in a funneled *whoosh* of sound. “It was strange at first, but now….”
“She an old babysitter?”
“Sort of.”
“Another whiskey?”
“Sure. You know, when I wear the suit, it’s like she only sees Santa, and it doesn’t matter who I am.” I chuckled. “Do you know what’s funny? My dad is dressing up as Santa tonight for his office party, and my mom is going to be his elf.”
“Another whiskey?”
“Sure.”
**Chapter 04: Home**
“Next time, I’ll call a taxi,” I said as I entered my parents’ home.
Inside, the soft sounds of Christmas songs greeted me, as did the red, blue, and green hues of Christmas lights. I stepped through the foyer and into the living room, where Mom slept on the couch, and Dad was somewhere else. An open bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, with one empty glass and one half full standing next to it. I looked around, seeing Santa miniatures everywhere.
Mom hadn’t changed from her night out. She wore a green mini dress over her skinny body, and her smooth, olive skin was glistening with a layer of her ever-present lotion. An elf’s cap sat on her long, black hair, and knee-high boots still capped her feet and calves, leaving her firm thighs bare.
I took a step and tripped on the one-step drop leading into the living room from the foyer.
Mom opened her eyes.
“Santa,” she said, her liquid voice raising goosebumps across my body. “Have you come back to teach this naughty girl another lesson?”
Mom rose from the couch, her dress riding up and showing off the sharp triangle of black lace that covered her mound and most of her outer labia.
“Can I sit on your lap, Santa?”
She didn’t push her panties off. Instead, she slid the gusset to her right thigh and released the fullness of her twin cunny crescents. Christmas lights reflected off the dew painting her lips.
My cock hardened, and I nodded my head as I sat in my father’s recliner.
Mom walked toward me, spinning once and not stumbling despite the wobble in her step. She looked down at me, saying, “Take it out, Santa,” and she proceeded to bend at the waist and take my glans into her mouth while bracing her hands on the recliner’s arms.
“Um, mm, um,” Mom slurped.
I moaned, and Mom sucked my cock while compressing her lips, playing my dick-skin like an accordion before she stood and climbed onto my lap knees first. I put my gloved hands on her small butt, and she gripped me behind my neck. Her pussy hovered over my spit-soaked prick, and we locked eyes as she sat the softness of her slippery crease onto my rock-hard dick.
“Oh-uh,” Mom grunted, looking down and then glaring at me. “Santa’s dick is so big tonight.”
I moaned.
“Fuck me, Santa,” Mom said, her voice brattish and pouty. “Yeah, get that pussy. Get that naughty-girl pussy tonight.”
I held my mother’s ass as she rocked and rolled her twat over my cock, moving like a stripper with snake-like waves of her hips. Her cunny juices dripped down my shaft, coating my balls, and wetting the insides of my thighs. Fuck, she was soft and hot, and her eager beaver sucked on my cock as if it needed my cum more than anything in the world.
“Santa,” Mom whined, “don’t tell my husband how naughty I’ve been. Please, oh, don’t tell.” Mom pressed her lips to mine and licked my tongue before sucking it into her mouth. “I’ll do anything, Santa. Anything.”
“I won’t tell.”
“You better not,” Mom whispered, “your father would never understand.”
“Mom,” I moaned as a tremor shook my balls, releasing my cum into my swelling my shaft.
Mom lowered her pussy down my dick to its base, grinding her sex against me. Taking my sticky jizz up her cooze, she whispered, “Thanks for the present, Santa, but I think I deserve more than one gift this year. Don’t you?”
I had to agree and as I carried my mother to my bedroom, I thought, *This is the best gift Santa has ever got me.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rng71w/the_santa_suit_motherson_incest_fiction