Mark continued looking for a room with a heavy blush on his face, aware of the mocking smile on his mom’s face as she followed behind. He opened a light brown door and discovered the master bedroom, complete with its own adjoining bathroom. A king size bed sat against the wall facing the doorway, covered in a matching set of silk pillows and sheets, flanked by a pair of ‘his and hers’ drawers. A frost coated window provided an excellent view of the snow covered forest clearing. Before he had a chance to step inside to inspect the bedroom further, his mother darted past him.
“Sorry, honey, but the parent gets priority over the children when it comes to ownership over the master bedroom,” she smiled, grabbing the brass door handle, “I think you’ll find your cousin’s room just across from mine.”
“But Thomas is half my age,” Mark countered.
“Look on the bright side, Marky, maybe there’ll be some toys in there to keep you entertained,” Lucy raised her eyebrows cheekily, standing on her toes to plant a loving kiss on Mark’s cheek before closing the door.
Mark crossed over the hall with an amused smirk. Sure enough, as he opened the door to his cousin’s room he spotted a variety of toys and summer themed games strewn across the floor. His tired state prevented him from tidying anything away, far more focused on stripping down to his underwear and collapsing down on the bed, despite it being a touch smaller than his tall frame. It didn’t take long for him to drift off, his dreams driven by a woman with distinct blonde hair.
~•~•~•~•~•~
Mark was awoken by the distant shouting of his mom. Without delay, he snapped up and ran from the room and down the stairs, finding his mother pointing through the bay window in visible dismay. Quickly stepping over to her, Mark found the source of her horror. During the night, a heavy snowfall had surrounded the local landscape in close to three feet of snow, everything from the front garden to the road beyond had disappeared entirely under an ivory blanket. Even his mom’s sedan could only be identified by its blue roof poking up through the thick snow.
“The forecasts said we should have expected a light snowfall today, but this is well beyond that,” Lucy said, her voice trembling, “your brothers have already called to say they can’t even leave the motel they’re staying at. They’re stuck until the plows start rolling out.”
Mark felt his heart drop when he caught sight of his mom’s face. He knew she had been planning their Christmas getaway for months, to create a family memory that didn’t have the cloud of the divorce looming over it. He wrapped his mom in a tight hug, comforting her in a way only he had ever been able to.
“So there’s gonna be a delay on Christmas, it wasn’t your fault,” Mark soothed, feeling his mom’s long hair tickling his face. “Why dwell on it?”
“The whole point of this was to stop us having to delay Christmas. If I hadn’t decided to bring us all out here so close to the big day we might have actually been together as a family on Christmas for once,” Lucy’s delicate voice was muffled as she spoke against Mark’s chest, but the tremor was unmistakable.
“I think you’ll find that Anthony and James being unable to keep themselves away from their girlfriends for more than five minutes played a part in them not arriving on time,” Mark felt his mother shake with laughter. He pulled her away by the shoulders and was glad to see her typically dazzling smile again. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get changed? There are presents here begging to be torn open and I wait for no-one.”
Lucy straightened up and nodded. “I think I’ll do just that. But I have something in the box beside the the dining room table that has something I want you to wear. And, honey, I adore the enthusiasm,” seeing her son’s confused expression, Lucy inclined her head towards his groin.
Mark turned his gaze downwards and yelped, finally noticing the prominent erection bulging against his boxer shorts. He clasped his hands over his crotch and turned a heavy shade of red. “Mom, I… I didn’t realise- ”
“It’s okay, honey,” she smiled, brushing her hand along Mark’s cheek, “a woman loves to know she’s still got it. I’ll be down in half an hour, okay?”
The moment he watched her disappear up the stairs Mark pinched himself, hoping that such an embarrassing moment was all part of some elaborate nightmare, but the sharp pain told him otherwise. He could only hope that he could forget about it over the course of the day. Mark entered the modest kitchen and found the box, fondly cursing his mom and her mischievous sense of humour when he flipped the flaps open. He reached down and pulled out a baggy Santa outfit, complete with a fake fluffy beard and a cheap imitation of a leather belt, sporting a plastic buckle with gold paint already in the process of flaking off.
Though he had his misgivings, he knew it was down to him alone to cheer up his mom. He hastily tugged on the outfit, already regretting it as he felt the rough fabric brush against his skin. The moment he yanked the beard into place he could feel his cheeks begin to itch, but he powered through it and returned to the main living room and sat in a small recliner chair just off to the side of the stack of presents.
Unsurprisingly, the promised half hour ended up turning into over an hour of waiting before Mark heard the sound of the stairs creaking. He stood just beside the door, mustering up the jolliest demeanour he possibly could, ready to do whatever it took to ensure that his mother didn’t feel as if the entire festive getaway had been a total failure.
Once he heard her just on the verge of entering, Mark leapt out to greet her, forcing out a booming laugh that rumbled deep in his throat. “Ho-Ho… wow!”
Mark looked at his mom in complete awe. She had chosen a festive outfit far more racier than anything he had expected, especially given that it was meant to be a family get together. A dress supposedly inspired by Mrs Claus adorned her body, a cherry red affair with a thin buckled belt that hugged her narrow waist tightly. White fur framed her cleavage, running along the centre until it reached the hem of the short skirt that just reached the centre of her thighs. Her defined legs were covered by matching stripey green and white stockings, drawing Mark’s eyes down to the sparkly emerald heels she had chosen. Lucy’s blonde hair had been given a wavy texture, flaring out with a small red sequined bow to top off the look.
Lucy giggled at the gobsmacked look on her son’s face, giving him a small curtsy. “By the look on your face I’ll assume that you like what you see, Mr Claus?”
Mark nodded, tugging his fake beard until it rested beneath his chin. “Definitely. I knew you looked good, but… just wow. You must spend all your free time at the gym.”
“And you don’t look too bad for a man who just slid down the chimney,” Lucy rushed over to her son and brought him into a loving hug, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “I had something else prepared, but given that it’s just going to be the two of us I decided to feel a little more… glamorous. I’m just glad you think I still have it. Now hurry up, Mr Claus, there are presents to open.”
Mark stood still briefly, taken off guard by the kiss his mom had given him, but a quick shake of his head brought him back down to Earth. He chuckled as his mom knelt down bedside the tower of gifts, eagerly holding out one to Mark, just as she had done every Christmas for as far as he could remember, but it was the first time his attention had been on his mom entirely. He quickly tore the festive themed wrapping and let it float to the ground, then repeated the process with every package that followed until his pile had dwindled entirely.
Mark crouched down and wrapped his arms around his mother, deliberately keeping his lower body away to prevent her from detecting his hardness. “Thanks, mom. Even after we’ve all left home, you still know exactly what we want.”
“You bet I do,” Lucy giggled, resting her head in the crook of her son’s shoulder, “it’s all worth it to see the glee on your face. Now, help me up. I have to get everything prepped before the turkey can go in the oven.”
Mark held her soft hands in his and brought her back up to her feet, holding his hands out in a placating manner before she headed off to the kitchen. “Wait right here. I have to go get your present first.”
Lucy held her hand over her mouth and laughed as she watched her son amble out of the room, struggling to keep the cotton padding within the Santa costume from falling apart with every step he took in the heavy black boots. When he returned, she held her hands out, grasping the box shaped present. “Mark, you didn’t have to get me anything, I did this all for you and your brothers.”
Mark shrugged lightly as his mother sat down on the couch and eagerly peeled away the paper. “I thought it would be nice to give you something I knew you had your eyes on.”
“Oh, Mark,” Lucy whispered as her eyes landed on the box below. She lifted the lid away to gaze down at a pair of shiny, open-toed black Louboutin heels, complete with the striking red soles. “My god, you really shouldn’t have, they must have cost you a fortune.”
“I figured you were worth it,” Mark smiled, positively fixated by the sheer look of joy on his mother’s face, “I’ve been making good money with my part-time job. Once I found out how much I had left over after covering all the necessities, I thought of you, it was a no-brainer. So, are you going to just keep on staring at them, or are you going to put them on?”
Lucy obeyed without hesitation, slipping her feet free from her emerald heels and sliding them into her newest — and now most expensive — pair. She stood up and posed for Mark, turning to show her delicious profile, looking over her shoulder at her smitten son. “So? What do you think?”
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