Super Secret Santa

Freakin Angela.

Leave it to her to continue to try to orchestrate my love life from behind the scenes. Usually, I would be exasperated. But this time, things were working out so well with my undercover Santa that I started to realize I was going to have to thank Ang for butting in for once.Chapter 6NeilI woke early Christmas morning, as excited as probably any kid across the country, not knowing what the day may bring. I was so fucking glad that Becca was willing, even wanting, to see me again.

I took a long, hot shower and tried not to think about her ass in those Levi’s weeks ago, or even the leggings she had on last night, which showed off her lightly muscled calves and thighs. The way she moved, with a quiet confidence, seemed to express a hidden resilience. And her breasts seemed fuller than they had when we were in high school.

I was more attracted to her now than I ever even was back then, which is saying a lot because I was really into her then.

But it wasn’t just my physical attraction to her that was keeping me interested.

I wanted to know everything about her life during these last years that had made her such a strong and kind woman.

When I would catch her watching Mark, it was like she was still amazed at this child she had the privilege of caring for, mentoring, and watching grow. A mother’s love was truly a beautiful thing to behold.

I wanted to help her out, to be there for her. I found myself even wishing she could be the mother of my children, as cheesy as that sounded.

I was definitely falling head over heels for her—that much was clear.

I scrubbed my body clean but when I reached my cock, which was half-hard from my thoughts of Becca, I realized I had to release some tension before I headed over to her house. Otherwise, it would drive me crazy the whole time.

I stroked my hardening cock with water and body wash, making it wet and slippery, which only made me want to be inside Becca so bad I thought I could scream. Her curvy body came into my mind, as I pictured her without clothes. I also pictured everything about her that I possibly could.

The feeling of her soft skin.

Her full breasts with large and pink nipples.

Her thin waist, over her wide hips, leading down to her hot little pussy.

I kept stroking myself as I imagined putting my fingers inside her and making her climax. I never wanted to please a woman more. I pictured her moaning while I felt every inch of her soft, wet folds, my fingers stretching her pussy hole open wider and wider.

“Neil,” she would say, as she gyrated on my hand, her juices running out into my palm. “You make me feel so good. I’m cumming on your hand.”

“I want you to cum on my dick,” I’d tell her, and once her orgasm was over, I’d give her another one by plunging my big cock into that tight pussy of hers, thrusting in and out until she was screaming out my name, begging me not to stop.

“Oh, fuck, Neil, this is amazing!” she’d say, as I played with her nipples and she drenched me with the wetness running out of her pussy.

I thought about cumming inside my sweet, sexy Becca, filling her up with my seed and maybe putting a baby in her, a brother or sister for Mark, but a child with both of our genes, and that was what really did it for me.

My cock started to throb and pulse in my hand before shooting out a load of cum so thick and creamy that it was a shame I’d wasted it here, rather than putting it inside Becca’s hot cunt like I wanted to.

The orgasm felt so good that it took me a moment to recover. But I finally finished and did one last onceover with the soap and then rinsed it off my body before I turned the water off and got out of the shower.

I put on some black jeans, with a white shirt and a red sweater. I didn’t have time to buy anything at the store for Mark, and everything would be closed now. I had meant to get him a gift, but life got in the way.

So, I ran out to the guest bedroom to grab the box I kept in the closet with some extra team souvenir stuff in it. I pulled out a couple of royal blue jerseys, with my number 82 on them in white. One of them was a bit big for a child, but Mark could grow into it, and he could hang it on his wall for now. The other jersey would fit Becca just fine.