Mrs Claus and the Good Boy.
Contains straight shota, lactation, huge breasts, cock expansion hints at incest and a mean older sister.

Special thanks to lucianite and darttheold for helping me edit the story.

Merry Christmas!

The Good Boy and Mrs Claus.



‘But mom said you had to look after me!’ Samuel Jacobs whined as he walked after his sister Kirsten.



‘Sorry Sammie, but Rick and Jack just invited me to this awesome Christmas party, and I’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school if I don’t make it.’ The blonde shrugged as she walked into her mother’s bedroom and opened the closet.



‘But mom is in the next city over to visit grandma in the hospital! I don’t wanna be all alone on Christmas Eve!’ the young boy said, clinging to his sister’s shirt.



Kirsten sighed in annoyance and gave her blonde braid an annoyed tug before searching through her mother’s closet for clothes. Sammie could be so needy sometimes! ‘I’ll be back by morning,’ she reassured her baby brother. ‘Now get out! I need to change!’ she yelled, as she grabbed a small, tight looking red dress from her mother’s closest. Perfect for Christmas!



She shoved a protesting Sam out of the room, and shut the door. Her brother banged on the door for a few minutes, begging her not to leave, but she tuned him out and stripped out of her simple shirt and jeans to reveal some naughty underwear. There was another reason for coming to the party. Tonight would finally be the night she and Rick would “consummate” their relationship! So with excitement flowing through her, the young blonde cracked open her mother’s jewellery box and make-up kit, and prepared for the party.



As his sister was getting ready for her party, Sam had given up trying to convince her and had instead gone to his own room to collect his pillow and blankets which he was now laying on the couch. Hopefully he could catch Santa when he came to deliver his presents, then he could ask to make his grandmother better! But just in case, he had written a letter which he put next to the milk and cookies.



A few minutes later Kirsten came downstairs all dressed up. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head and held together with several fashionable pins, there was heavy make-up around her eyes to give the grey orbs a more smoky look to them and her already full lips looked positively plump thanks to the cherry red lipstick. Her dress was a little loose around her chest unfortunately, but Kirsten made up for it by being taller than her mother. Making the hemline a little more risqué than it already was, to make up for it however the blonde had put on a pair of boots she had previously hidden from her mother, since they went all the way up to her hips and had long, thin heels.

‘Sam, what the hell is up with this mess?’ Kirsten asked in annoyance as she looked at the stuffed animals, blankets and pillow strewn on the couch.



‘I’m waiting for Santa!’ the boy said proudly as his older sister approached the small table on which he had placed a plate of cookies with a glass of milk next to it. ‘And he wouldn’t like it if he knew you would be leaving me alone! He’d put you right on the naughty list!’ Sam said in his most threatening voice.



‘Oh shut up, Santa isn’t even real you moron.’ Kirsten said as she rolled her eyes and grabbed one of the cookies off of the plate.



Without thinking what she had just told her brother, the blonde bit down on the cookie only to look down a moment later and see Sam’s angry, red face staring up at her. ‘That’s Santa’s!’ he shrieked as he batted the cookie out of Kirsten’s hand. ‘And he is real! I’ll prove it to you! He’ll come by tonight!’



‘Whatever,’ Kirsten sighed. ‘I have to meet Rick and Jack now, I’ll see you and Santa later.’ She said in an annoyed tone of voice as she left her younger brother alone and left the house.



Still fuming angrily Sam cleaned up the cookie that had fallen on the floor after he hit it out of Kirsten’s hand, all while muttering under his breath how his sister was a liar. Once he was done with setting everything up for his meeting for Santa, the young boy eagerly stayed awake, afraid to turn on the television and with his ears focused on the sound of sleigh bells. But he was still young, and after a few hours of staying awake, he finally fell asleep.



* * *

A few minutes after midnight, Sammie’s ears perked up as he heard something rustling close-by. Slowly he opened his eyes and turned his head to see a figure putting things underneath the Christmas tree. Only, the figure didn’t look like Santa Claus at all! Sam was scared and tried to turn his back to the figure and close his eyes, only it was too late. The stranger had approached the table on which the cookies and milk was laid out, and had seen the boy move.



‘Samuel Jacobs! Don’t think I didn’t see you there!’ A warm, motherly voice called out, and a small, gloved hand was pressed against the young boy’s arm.



Sam released a surprised squeak, but when he turned around he saw a beautiful, warm smiling face looming over him framed by snow-white hair that was pulled back in a neat bun. Ice blue eyes twinkled merrily behind small, half-moon glasses perched on a dainty nose while a pair of plump, red lips made her smile look all the more motherly. ‘S-Santa Claus?’ Sammie asked in confusion.



‘How rude, and here I thought you were on the nice list,’ the woman huffed. ‘How do I look anything like my dear hubbie, I ask you?’



Sam swallowed nervously. ‘I’m sorry Mrs Claus.’

The older woman’s facial features softened as she plopped down on the couch next to Sam, her broad hips and full, heart-shaped bottom taking a large portion of it, and patted her lap with a gloved hand. ‘Now, tell Mrs Claus why you’re home all alone and sleeping on the couch waiting for Santa.’



Sam slowly crawled out from underneath his blanket and sat down on Mrs Claus’ lap, his head pressing against her enormous pair of soft breasts, and told all about his problems. About his mother spending the night in the hospital with his grandmother, and about Kirsten going to a party instead of watching him. Although he didn’t try to make his sister sound too bad, he wouldn’t want her to not get any presents this year after all. Mrs Claus listened to it all in relative silence, occasionally taking a bite from a cookie and taking a sip of milk while she ruffled the young boy’s wild, straw blonde hair.



Once his story was finished, the older woman wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled Sammie closer to her in a tight hug that knocked the breath out of the poor kid. ‘Such a Good Boy,’ she sighed. ‘I’ll make sure to relay everything to my dear husband! Don’t you worry,’ she said while stroking Sam’s hair. ‘But is there anything else you want? Such good behaviour must be rewarded.’



‘Uhm…’ Sam’s muffled voice came from between Mrs Claus’ deep cleavage.



The poor boy didn’t have an answer, the softness enveloping his head and the woman’s warm, motherly smell made it difficult to think. His heart began to beat violently in his chest and he felt warm all over, and something in his pyjama bottoms began to swell and showed a clear bulge. Apparently the other woman had noticed this, and she cooed pleasantly. ‘My, my, so young and already so energetic.’ Mrs Claus purred as she pulled Sammie out of her cleavage.



‘W-what?’ Sam asked in confusion, but his eyes did begin to run over Mrs Claus as if he finally noticed just how womanly she was.



Her face was mature and beautiful, but Sam noticed that there wasn’t a hint of wrinkles. Not even around her eyes or full lips, and when he allowed his eyes to drift lower the first thing he caught sight of were her enormous breasts, which he had been stuffed between moments before. They were even bigger than his mother’s, and those were similar in size of a pair of prize-winning pumpkins. Sam shook his head, trying to get the odd thought to disappear, but had little success as Mrs Claus’ gloved hands suddenly grasped at her top.



The red dress, lined with white fur looked similar to the suit Santa would wear, only it exposed a lot more skin leaving the thigh-high black boots and shoulder-length black gloves to protect Mrs Claus from the cold. But Sammie’s focus was soon off of Mrs Claus choice of outfit, and on her breasts again as she yanked her dress down to expose the enormous soft looking globes capped with fat, juicy pink nipples.



‘Want me to show you why my husband enjoys his milk so much?’ Mrs Claus asked, her tone of voice still warm but something naughty was creeping in.

Sam could only nod numbly as one plump nipple was a mere inches away from his face. With an impish grin Mrs Claus pushed one fat pink nub past Sammie opened lips, and gave her breasts a little squeeze. Instantly Sam’s mouth was filled with warm, sweet milk that he was all too eager to swallow down. He looked up at Mrs Claus with wide eyes, who knew what the boy was thinking and nodded in response, causing Sammie to suck on the plump nipple in his mouth with gusto. Strings of milk escaped the corners of his mouth as he hungrily drank down the white-haired woman’s sweet, sweet milk while Mrs Claus cooed and ran her fingers through the young boy’s wild hair.



Meanwhile, the lump in Sammie’s PJ bottoms was slowly swelling bigger and bigger, which was something Mrs Claus noticed with a wicked glint in her eye, but she enjoyed the boy’s eager little mouth around her sensitive, milk-dribbling nipple just a little too much to stop him. Instead she rubbed the growing bulge with a glove covered hand, causing Sam to moan lustfully around her thick nipple. Only when Sammie’s pyjama bottoms finally ripped, did Mrs Claus pull Sam’s head away from her breasts. Only then did Sam come out of his haze, and felt the strong, dainty hand of Mrs Claus wrapped around his erect member.



‘W-what is that!’ Sam squeaked.



‘Looks like my little Christmas magic kick started puberty a little early for you.’ Mrs Claus said blushing.



Sammie’s genitals now looked like something most men would be jealous off, his penis had grown nearly three sizes and was a full foot long and as fat as the wrists of Mrs Claus, while his testicles were nearly the size of the Christmas balls hanging in the tree. The older woman had the decency to look a little ashamed of the results, but that didn’t last long. She quickly cleared her throat and removed her hand from the young boy’s throbbing member.



‘Now,’ she began, slightly red-faced. ‘I think it is my turn to drink your milk.’



Sammie didn’t reply, he was still shocked by the sudden change of his genitals and his balls felt way too full and hot! Luckily, Mrs Claus seemed to know all about his predicament and lied down on the couch, her enormous, heavy breasts draped over Sammie’s skinny legs and her large, plump butt wiggling in the air as her sharp blue eyes focused on the huge piece of meat between poor Sammie’s legs. With one last look at the boy’s confused and pained expression Mrs Claus opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the nearly fist-sized crown of Sam’s member. Sammie reacted to having his sensitive cockhead pushed into Mrs Claus hot, wet gob immediately, and with a mighty thrust from his hips began squirting out a thick, hot and salty load of jizz straight into Mrs Claus’ mouth.



Instantly Mrs Claus cheeks puffed out as her maw was filled with Sammie’s first, syrupy thick load. With a loud, wet-sounding glurk Mrs Claus did her best to push the rest of Sam’s massive member down her throat, while simultaneously trying to swallow the boy’s hot seed. It was quite a task, and tears of effort were soon streaming down her face as she drank down Sammie’s jizz and pressed her head down until her nose touched Sam’s stomach. But she succeeded without wasting a drop of the young’s boy’s white goo, and feeling it sloshing around in her belly made her muff clench with need.  Luckily for her, Sam was still as hard as a rock and his dick twitched happily in her throat.



Unfortunately, when Mrs Claus tried to extract his mighty young cock from her stretched throat, Sammie’s small hands dug into her white hair and tried desperately to push her down again. Mrs Claus decided to give the young boy what he wanted, and slowly began bobbing her head up and down his length while Sam’s hands stroked her hair. With one hand Mrs Claus grabbed the young man’s huge testicles and gently rubbed them, while her other hand sought out her dripping snatch and began to eagerly rub her pink folds. She was eager to have the young boy pounding her snatch, but since he was such a good boy she decided to take her time with giving his cock a nice treat and lazily sucked on his shaft while running her tongue over the fat, pumping veins that criss-crossed over his member.



It didn’t take long before the young boy’s fat orbs clenched once again, and fat streamers of slimy white seed spewed from the tip of his cock. Mrs Claus gagged, surprised that Sammie’s second load was just as thick as his first and had to put her throat muscles to work again to swallow it all. But when her tummy had gotten its helping of salty spunk this time, Sam allowed Mrs Claus to pull his throbbing meatpole from her throat. The older woman giggled as she noticed a red ring around the base of his shaft, no doubt left by her lipstick, and got off the couch a moment later. Leaving a disappointed looking, and still quite horny, Sam.



‘You’re leaving?’ he pouted.



‘No sweetie, it’s just your turn to take charge,’ Mrs Claus replied while she shimmied out of her underwear that really wasn’t suited for cold nights. ‘Now come on, up, up, up!’ she said as she tossed her underwear on the table.



Sam happily did so, his still erect cock bobbing as he jumped up from the couch and allowed Mrs Claus to sit down on it, with her long, boot-covered legs spread wide which caused her dress to ride up and show off her plump, gushing pink pussy and white pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a snowflake. Mrs Claus patted her wet snatch by way of invitation, and Sam eagerly jumped on top of her, causing his heavy cock to slap against her muff which splayed her labia apart.



‘Uh…what now?’ Sam asked sheepishly, but Mrs Claus only smiled warmly and wrapped her dainty hand around the small boy’s monstrous cock, the cold metal of the golden band around her gloved ring finger made Sam hiss. But when his member was pressed against the entrance of Mrs Claus’ hot moist tunnel, he released a content sigh.

‘Start moving your hips dear.’ The older woman whispered hotly into Sam’s ear.



With a shy nod the young boy began pushing his hips forwards, moaning softly when he felt Mrs Claus’ hot folds stretching around his thick shaft. In response, the white-haired babe moaned lewdly, causing Sammie to stop and give her a worried glance. In response, Mrs Claus merely squeezed Sam’s butt and smiled warmly, causing him to start pushing forwards again. Having her depths stretched so delightfully by the innocent young boy’s huge dick caused Mrs Claus’ thick nipples to begin dribbling with milk, while her snatch twitched wildly around Sam’s fat shaft.



In response to the warm milk hitting his skin, Sam looked up and saw that sweet, sweet milk he had so enjoyed dribbling over Mrs Claus’ humongous, jutting breasts and he couldn’t resist giving her breasts a long, slow lick. The older woman squeaked softly as her breasts were teased and her hot, clenching cunny was penetrated deeply. With an impish grin she squeezed Sammie’s butt again, causing the young boy to yelp in surprise and suddenly slam his small hips forward. As a result, the older woman’s piercing blue eyes rolled up and her jaw went slack.



‘M-Mrs Claus?’ Sammie asked nervously as he tried to put a hand on her shoulder. Unfortunately, it was just then that Mrs Claus’ body began trembling in orgasm, causing Sam’s hand to slip and end up one of her tremendous, milk-drooling breasts. He accidentally squeezed the soft, juicy globe which caused a streamer of milk to splatter against his face, which was quickly followed by a loud, piercing shriek of pleasure.



Sam held onto Mrs Claus’ breasts as if his life depended on it, her body was shaking so violently. His face had a worried expression on it and was focused on the woman’s rapturous face, but, young as he was, Sammie was worried that he was hurting her and tried to pull his hips back. Unfortunately for him, Mrs Claus was having none of that and promptly placed her shaking hands on his skinny buttocks and pulled him towards her again, shoving his fat prick back into her trembling cunny with a loud, pleased little moan.



‘A-…are you OK M-Mrs Claus?’ Sam asked between heavy breaths as his prick was being milked by the older woman’s contracting cunny.



‘Oh I’m better than OK,’ Mrs Claus purred. ‘Now, keep moving dear.’ She sighed as more femcum washed from her twitching pussy.



Not wanting to disappoint Mrs Claus, Sammie quickly did what she said and began pistoning his hips. He was rough, fast and a bit unskilled, but it didn’t stop Mrs Claus from releasing several loud moans of pleasure. She didn’t move her hands from the young boy’s butt, instead she tried to show him how to move, gently pulling him closer or allowing him some room to move, and pretty soon he had found his rhythm, leaving Mrs Claus to lie back and writhe on the couch in pleasure.

As he continued to pound away at Mrs Claus’ sweet pussy, Sammie licked the milk from his lips and cheeks as best as he could. It took a few moments of hot, sweaty pump action from Sam’s hips before Mrs Claus’ milk took effect, and Sam’s already huge cock swelled a bit more causing the white-haired woman to suddenly fall completely silent while her body went slack. Mrs Claus’ trembling snatch constricted tightly around Sammie’s growing dick, and an absolute geyser of pussy juice soaked Sam’s belly. As an orgasm tore through Mrs Claus, Sam was incapable of moving.



When the older woman’s climax finally came to an end, she slumped on the couch while breathing heavily. Meanwhile, Sammie was just getting more and more desperate and roughly rammed his hips forwards when Mrs Claus’ pussy released his member. Mrs Claus just had the strength to release a strangled gasp when Sam’s newly enlarged prick battered her cervix aside, and slammed into her womb. Before she could release any kind of protest, the young boy began frantically moving his hips, pounding his cockhead into the sensitive walls of her womb while his beefy balls loudly slapped against the white-haired babe’s meaty buttocks.



It only took Sam a few more minutes before his balls began to clench and Mrs Claus could feel his prick swell a little bigger, then thick gushers of thick, white seed exploded from Sammie’s distended cumslit and straight into Mrs Claus’ welcoming womb. A soft cry escaped Mrs Claus’ lips as her belly swelled with the slimy white goop with which Sam packed her womb. She rolled her head back in pleasure, and stared up at the ceiling with a rapturous expression on her face while she felt Sam’s thick semen flowing past the base of his cock and down her thighs straight into her boots.



Several minutes passed before Sam’s dick finally stopped spewing semen, and when he did Mrs Claus’ belly was swollen and her womb heavy with seed. The insides of her boots were also coated with slimy, sticky seed. But she had no problems with that, and happily wriggled her toes. Oddly enough, Sammie was no longer moving and barely made any sounds. Only when the boy began to snore softly, did Mrs Claus notice that he had fallen asleep. In response the older woman smiled warmly, and with some effort managed to pull Sammie away from her, causing his still-erect dick to leave her trembling muff with a wet sucking sound.



‘Still so eager even when you’re sleeping,’ Mrs Claus whispered. ‘Ah to be young again…’ she mused as she tucked the young man in. ‘I have to go back out in the cold night, but here is something to remember me by,’ she giggled as she pressed her soaked underwear into Sam’s hands. ‘And I’ll be sure to leave a present for your sister as well…’ she mused as she grabbed a ribbon from her sack of toys.



After wrapping up Kirsten’s toys, Mrs Claus grabbed the envelope Sam had left next to the plate of cookies and left the house. Leaving a trail of fat, globules of semen in her wake…



* * *

It was nearly 6 AM when Kirsten arrived back home the next morning. Her mother’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so luckily she wouldn’t be coming home to a scolding. Her night had been horrible enough. Jack had been flirting up a storm with her, and trying to squeeze her ass while she was supposed to be his best friend’s girlfriend.Rick had ignored her nearly the entire night, instead trying to unsuccessfully flirt with Beth O’Donovan, who had seemed more into Kirsten than Rick oddly enough.



And when the time did finally come to “consummate” her relationship with Rick, he seemed to be too drunk to get it up. Even after she had tried to get him hard with her mouth and breasts. And then he had the nerve to fall asleep! The night had been a disaster! She had stayed at the party for a few more hours, drinking and waiting for Rick to wake up and bring her home until she just decided to walk  on her thigh-high heels, while being more than a bit tipsy. But she was finally home.



‘Sammie, I’m home!’ she called out after unlocking the front door and stepping inside. ‘Sammie?!’ she called out again. Normally he’d be up early opening presents…not that anyone left presents since she had gone out to party… ‘I’m such a bitch.’ She murmured as she slapped her forehead.



Once she stepped out of the hallway and into the living room however, she found that someone had in fact left presents…and a hell of a mess. The floor was stained with something Kristen recognized, but her drunk mind couldn’t quite find the words for it. More interestingly however, was her brother. Still lying on the couch and with his blankets kicked off of him, and with something…interesting between his legs.



‘Oh my God…’ Kirsten muttered with a shocked expression.



From between her baby brother’s legs was sticking a huge dick, larger than she had seen on most porn actors! And around it someone had wrapped a ribbon in a nice big bow with a note hanging off of it, which Kirsten quickly removed to read.



It read in flowing red ink:



Normally Naughty Girls get coal, but I think you’d much rather have something as big as this stuffed down your stocking.


Season’s Greetings from Mrs Claus



Next to the name was a kiss mark, and Kirsten stared at it in confusion for a moment. This definitely wasn’t her hand-writing, nor was it her mother’s. But Santa Claus and Mrs Claus weren’t real, were they? She asked herself. But what was real, was the huge throbbing cock only inches away from her. Kirsten was tipsy and the night had left her sexually frustrated. So her baby brother’s massive dick sure looked tasty.



But what she was considering was incest…would she do it?



‘Merry Christmas, Sammie.’ Kirsten sighed as she removed her underwear and sat on the couch, straddling Sam’s hips.

The End?