Two days before Christmas

♬I don’t care about the presents♬

Gabriella sang along to the music as her son finally came out of his room. She shook her head. Did he think he was being subtle? What she didn’t get was why. A whole city filled with girls to fuck and instead he went to his room to jerk off… She sighed; the move had been hard on them both. They weren’t exactly living large before, but on her single income things were definitely tight.

She was determined to at least give him a good Christmas. Maybe not with the newest PlayStation but… there had to be something he wanted that wasn’t too expensive, right?

“So, ignoring Miss Carey, what do you want as a present for Christmas? Maybe we can go somewhere?”

He stopped and looked at her with a really weird look in his eyes. “Go… somewhere?” he almost choked out.

“Yes, like ice skating or something… What, what did I say?”

“No… nothing, Mom… Yeah, sure. Honestly I don’t really want anything.”

She shook her head. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, young man.” She sighed, grabbing him towards her, hugging him. “I know, baby… this whole situation, the move, everything… not our greatest year.” She pulled him close. “But I want our Christmas to be great. You sure there’s nothing you want?”

He pulled away again, like earlier, obviously uncomfortable. “No, Mom, just… just being with you is enough.”

She harrumphed. "I’m going to get you the perfect gift. Just you wait and see."

She watched him go to his part-time job. “There has to be something he wants… maybe on his computer?”

Charlie had jerked off several times to the pictures and all it took for his erection to get right back up was a single hug from his mother. “What’s wrong with me…?” he said to himself, driving to the restaurant where he worked.

“Ah, Charlie. I’m so glad you’re here!” Maria bustled up to him. “We’re absolutely swamped. Giorgio, the putz, only scheduled Mindy and Tanya this morning…” Charlie looked past his boss to see the expected sight. Mindy and Tanya had both turned 18 last month which meant they were almost constantly in use. Both girls were currently being spit-roasted, their uniforms torn and covered in jizz. “I swear my husband has dough instead of brains…”

Charlie scratched his neck. “I guess that means I’m on delivery duty.”

“And pronto. Get these pies where they need to go. Thank you Charlie!”

Charlie made his way to the kitchen where he waved to Giorgio. “Aaah, Charlie; my favourite delivery boy!”

"Your only delivery boy," Charlie said, good naturedly. “The rest of the staff is women.”

“Well, how else to distract my customers from how terrible the pizza is?”

Charlie grinned. They’d won best pizza in town five years in a row but Giorgio was never satisfied.

“This stack for me?”

“Si, si, Charlie. Grazie.”

Charlie shook his head. Giorgio only reverted to Italian when he was lost in thought, coming up with new recipes. Maria was going to have a fit if she had to order the sixth or seventh set of new menus this year. He grabbed the stack of boxes and got into the delivery truck. Time to get to work.

He plopped down on the couch in the restaurant as Maria switching the sign to closed. Tanya and Mindy got out of the shower and crashed on the same couch. He’d done most of the actual serving work, but they were even more exhausted then he was. The novelty would wear off in a few months, but until then the restaurant was packed with people there for more than just the pizza. Charlie figured they really earned that Christmas bonus.

“I’ve been looking at your shift roster. You’ve been here every night and most afternoons and even mornings for months Charlie. It’s not that we don’t appreciate the help…” Maria looked pointedly at Giorgio who was absent mindedly fondling his wife's ass. “But you need a break, kid.”

“I’m fine, really. And the extra money I'm bringing in really helps…”

Maria sighed, then smiled. “We know Charlie. I really like what you’re doing; helping your mom like that.”

“What do I always say? Stand up kid,” Georgio agreed, giving Maria’s ass a smack before grabbing his phone and scrolling through what Charlie was sure were new ingredients for something he’d come up with.

“So you’re banned from taking shifts starting tomorrow until after the New Year.”

“What? You can’t be serious…”

"And you’re still getting paid, plus this bonus. The girls have also agreed to split tips with you."

Charlie looked around the room disbelieving. “I… I don’t get it.”

Mindy giggled. “Charlie, the way you’ve been running around, taking care of everyone… just take the offer, all right? You’ve been helping all of us. This is the least we could do.”

Tanya waved, smiling lazily, too thoroughly fucked to contribute to the conversation.

“If it wasn’t for you tutoring me this past year, I never would have graduated,” Mindy continued. “I could go on, but you get the point.”

“Have a nice Christmas with your mom kid. Cash in that envelop should let you do something nice.” Giorgio looked up from his phone, smiling. “Though I am going to need you to stop by tomorrow and taste this new recipe. You’re the only one in the shop whose taste buds aren’t covered in semen half the time.”

Charlie blinked away some tears. “Will do boss. Will do”

♬Underneath the Christmas tree♬

His mother was singing again. Charlie smiled, perfect ending to a perfect day. “I’m home!”

“Hey sweetheart. How was your shift?”

“Pretty great,” Charlie plopped down on the couch. “You didn’t have to wait up for me, Mom.”

Gabriella sat down, snuggling up next to him. “But I wanted to. My cute little breadwinner”

“Mom!” Charlie whined, before laughed. “They gave me the week off. With pay.”

“Really? That is so sweet of them!” Gabriella beamed “It’s like I always say—”

“'You get what you put out in the universe'. Yeah Mom, I know.”

It was at that time it really dawned on Charlie what his mother was wearing. She might still be up, but she’d already changed into a very flimsy nightgown, barely covered by the robe she was wearing. Her full tits pressed up against him, her robe slipping open and showing him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. He gulped as he felt his cock hardening in his pants. He was sure he imagined his mother looking at his bulge and licking her lips. That had to have been in his head, right? Right?