Mrs Claus, be my mommy this Christmas! | Part 2 (Patreon)

The days have passed, and the boy has spent the previous days in unbearable anxiety, thinking about Mrs. Claus and wondering if Santa accepted his deeply perverted request. The doubt consumes him: was it too much to ask the bearded old man for his wife?

He goes to bed early on the night of the 24th, his cock half-hard from pure anticipation, but sleep finally overtakes him. He wakes up in the early hours of the 25th, the house silent, moonlight filtering through the window, and sees something impossible under the tree: a huge gift, giant and plump, wrapped in shiny green paper with a red bow. It's so big it takes up half the living room, as if it's stuffed with something... alive.

He approaches with his heart pounding, and suddenly hears soft knocks from inside: knock, knock, knock! The paper shifts and stretches, and a husky, maternal voice echoes from within: "Surprise, my naughty little boy! Mommy Claus has arrived just like you asked...". The gift bursts in a shower of confetti and paper, and there she is: exuberant Mrs. Claus in the exact outfit from the boy's favorite photo—transparent red lingerie that barely covers her massive tits, a thong buried deep in her enormous juicy ass, thigh-high stockings, and high heels. She stands in front of him, hands on her wide hips, hard n*pples pressing visibly against the fabric.

"You can look all you want, sweetie... but no touching," she says with a dominant, playful smile, slowly turning so he can admire every trembling curve. "Santa said that for being a good boy, you deserve this show... for now."

The boy swallows hard, impatient to begin, when a red envelope falls from the tree in Santa's handwriting: "Enjoy the gift... and tell Mommy that Daddy Santa is watching. Merry Christmas." Mrs. Claus tilts her head with a wicked grin and asks what the letter says... Maybe we should show Mommy exactly what it means? 🎄😈