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And she has son. A son that made a Christmas wish.

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", "writing": "\n\n\nWinter in the North Pole was a stressful time for all.\n\n\nOnly one day truly mattered in the whole of the year, and the whole land acted appropriately. Schedules were made, filled at the beginning of the year and ruthlessly followed to the letter for the rest. Elves labored in increasingly more backbreaking conditions and only their joy and dedication to Christmas ensured that they would bear it.\n\n\nTheir contracts, after all, ensured that they would have plenty of joy and dedication towards it.\n\n\nThe North Pole, harsh and unforgiving, supposedly uninhabited, hid a vast network of peoples, professions and industry. What had started as a small series of workshops about a thousand years ago, had grown to practically be a kingdom by this point.\n\n\nOr, more accurately, a corporation.\n\n\nA corporation that answered to no one but itself and the one person who led it. A person who could have been thought of as a monarch, in truth, if she ALSO wasn’t bound by the magic that made her who she was.\n\n\nMs. Claus, THE Santa Claus, could run the North Pole as she liked.\n\n\nBut she HAD to run it.\n\n\nThankfully, she technically, by the letter of Christmas law, didn’t have to deliver to all the kids in the world. \n\n\nOnly those who had a domicile. \n\n\nThe growing population of homeless people was actually a boon to her. If her letters didn’t have a return address, she could safely dismiss them. Now, you’d think the bad kids would also fall into this category but, no. \n\n\nMs. Claus needed to deliver them their lump of coal.\n\n\nParents these days would always throw these away and give their little shits whatever is it that they undeservedly wanted, but Christmas law didn’t concern itself with that. Ms. Claus was supposed to deliver that fucking coal, and so she did!\n\n\nThere also existed another technicality that had, once, been her biggest boon of all but had instead turned into a curse.\n\n\nThe Power of Santa Claus, and thus the Christmas obligations that she was under, were directly correlated with how many believed in her.\n\n\nOne would think that the advent of easily available information and the increasing popularity of the internet would have actually lessened it but, no.\n\n\nWhere once Santa Claus only had to worry about the children of Europe believing in her and wishing for shit originally…now she had to deal with those of the whole world.\n\n\nEven kids in China, who had long had their own winter traditions, were starting to ask her for things!\n\n\nOnce upon a time, Santa Claus only had to deliver to households of a single continent.\n\n\nNow? Now she had to break her ass doing the entire world!\n\n\nBut that was fine. All was well. The population growth was starting to slow down. People were too busy with work and too indebted to easily have children these days. The future looked fine!\n\n\nThere was hope looming on the horizon for her!\n\n\nAnd also, though she didn’t exactly talk about this too publicly so as to not put too much pressure on him, she might be getting some help with her job in the not-too-far-off future.\n\n\nShe, after millennia of being too busy for it, finally had a son.\n\n\n18 years ago, she’d gotten blazing drunk after a particularly brutal Christmas Eve somewhere in France.\n\n\nWell, what they said about French men not being able to keep their goddamned fingers to themselves was true and Mama Claus had not had coitus in a long, long time.\n\n\nA long, long time.\n\n\nSo now she had an heir.\n\n\nOne Arthus Claus, named like that one Briton king who got his legitimacy from a watery tart.\n\n\nNow, she was the first to admit that she wasn’t giving him as much attention as she ought; the preparation for Christmas had become a soul-consuming affair these days, but she wasted no resources on letting him grow up happy and healthy.\n\n\nWhy, to make up for her lack of personal oversight, she had even promised to give him whatever he wanted!\n\n\nNo, not like those indulging rich parents she so hated; she was fully capable of telling her son “no” and would if she thought that it wasn’t reasonable.\n\n\nHowever, her son wrote her a letter.\n\n\nHer son, who could arrange a meeting with her whenever he wanted or at least call her on the phone for a quick chat at a moment’s notice, had written her a Christmas letter.\n\n\nOne that had a request that absolutely no mother, EVER, should grant.\n\n\nBut Christmas magic…\n\n\nChristmas magic could not be denied.\n\n\n—----------------------------------------\n\n\nArthur sighed as he looked at the clock.\n\n\nIt was the 50th second of the 59th minute of the 24th hour of the 25th of December. Staying up this late wasn’t at all usual for him- his schooling began at 6 am and his elf tutors didn’t let up until late in the afternoon- but the day after Christmas was a free day for all.\n\n\nIn fact, the next three days after it were the only free days anyone got up in the grim children’s products-making North.\n\n\nBut even if he were to still have school pending the next morning, he would have still stayed up this long. He would have still stared at the clock of his room as he counted the minutes.\n\n\nHe would have still waited with a plate full of cookies in one hand, and a jar of milk in the other.\n\n\nHe would still have waited for his mother.\n\n\nAt 18 years of age, Arthur's lineage hid various magical mysteries, but his base form was still that of a human. Like his mother. \n\n\nHis hair was blonde, of course, but he knew he didn’t get that from his mother because hers was white.\n\n\n…it was possible her mother’s hair had been blonde like his once upon a time, Arthur supposed, but her Santa powers made it so that she never aged. Not truly.\n\n\nThen again, she still managed to look like a mature lady. Like a cougar, as the more mortal kids out in the world would say. And Arthur, despite being of her lineage, was still growing. So whatever was going on, it obviously didn’t stop them from changing. Yet maybe that change was selective? Arthur didn’t know.\n\n\nHe was, after all, just a teenager\n\n\nHe was 5 foot and 8 inches tall. His face, while sharing the sharp nose that his mother had, her creamy white skin and her blue eyes, was positively cherubic. His body had grown, elongated as much as it could, but, as things stood, only one thing had really benefited from puberty.\n\n\nWhich was, well, partly the reason why he HAD send his mother a Christmas letter for the first time in his life.\n\n\nHe had hit puberty a while ago.\n\n\nAnd he had unfettered access to the mortal world’s internet.\n\n\nThe 18-year-old, therefore, had…needs.\n\n\n“All for nothing,” he sighed as the clock settled its long arm on the 57th second, “Just gotta get ready to get called gross by Mom, I guess-”\n\n\nThe air stilled, and the chill entered his room.\n\n\nThe fire from his chimney went out.\n\n\nThe lights of his room dimmed.\n\n\nA moment of time was stolen from the world.\n\n\nAnd then, just as the 25th of December was about to end, his mother appeared.\n\n\nNicole Claus, THE Santa Claus.\n\n\nShe was white-haired and tall at 5 feet in height and 9 inches. Her lips were big and soft, and her nose straight. Her hair was short-cropped around her ears, even as a red hat stood above it.\n\n\nGlasses sat on that beautiful nose, but did nothing to hide the frosty gaze coming from those eyes.\n\n\nNor the disgusted sneer of her lips.\n\n\nBut if Arthur was going to be scared of those, he wouldn’t have made his letter to begin with.\n\n\nBesides, he was too busy feeding his eyes the feast of her body.\n\n\nClad in only a red bra and soft felt panties, like his letter requested, his mother put her hands on her wide hips.\n\n\nThere was no fat on the naked stomach, nor anywhere else on display. Well, no, the orbs that Ms. Claus had in her chest were two watermelon-sized balls of mammary organs and fat. Those counted.\n\n\nThose hips, those marvelous wide-enough-to-barely-fit-through-doorways hips, were not at all covered by those panties. Her crotch, whose pubic hair Arthur could actually see, barely was!\n\n\nThose thighs of hers were nice and lean, and he knew for a fact, from gazing at the back of her mother more than was healthy, that her ass cheeks were as big as her tits.\n\n\nHer neck was nice and long, her arms were nice and long, and her feet were nice and long.\n\n\nSHE was nice and long.\n\n\n“Dumbass,” his mother, of course, wasn’t going to wait until he was done oogling her, “Do you realize what you did? Did you think this joke was funny?”\n\n\nAnd that made Arthur stop.\n\n\n“Funny?” he asked, tilting his head, “I was serious about this, Mom.”\n\n\nAnd, to that, his mother blanched.\n\n\n“You mean-” she began to say with dread.\n\n\n“I want you to be my girlfriend,” Arthur confirmed. He frowned as he felt it necessary to add the following, “And not just like in a make-believe sort of way, or chaste-only type of way. Like I explained in the letter-”\n\n\n“I know what your bloody letter said!” Ms. Claus produced his letter out of thin air and threw it into the ground, “That’s why I couldn’t believe that this was anything more than a joke! Or-or a call for attention!”\n\n\n“Getting a girlfriend is no laughing matter, Mom,” Arthur reprimanded his mother.\n\n\n“Then get someone other than your Mom!” his mom yelled at him.\n\n\n“There is no one else, Mom,” Arthur truthfully replied and, to that, Ms. Claus had no quick reply.\n\n\nAnd, really, there sort of wasn’t.\n\n\nOh, there were the elves. The Christmas elves who toiled away all year long and only got to be with their families a few days of the year. Arthur didn’t have anything against the shorties, but he sort of needed to satisfy his, um, urges more than a few times per year.\n\n\n“I-I can bring you a girl,” Ms. Claus promised, “I am sure that there has to be someone who won’t mind living here if I waved a fat check in front of-”\n\n\n“Mom,” Arthur sternly said.\n\n\n“It has to be you.”\n\n\n“...this is incest,” his mother said, starting to turn green.\n\n\n“I know,” Arthur replied. That was what made it hot for him.\n\n\n“This is disgusting!” she attempted again.\n\n\n“Well, I don’t think it is,” Arthur opined.\n\n\n“You want to make a fucked up incest brother/son child!” Ms. Clause shrieked.\n\n\n“So, is this a ‘no’?” Arthur frowned.\n\n\nWas his understanding of Christmas flawed?\n\n\n“You-I-we-” his mother stuttered as she tried to get the words out before she screamed a wordless roar of frustration.\n\n\nAnd then took her panties off.\n\n\nRevealing a foot-long futa cock.\n\n\n“Fine!” she said, “You want to fuck your own mother? Then how about you begin with my dick? That’s right, you're lucky your daddy was so drunk that he didn’t notice. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even exist!”\n\n\nThere was still a disgusted sheen in her eyes.\n\n\nBut now there was that maliciously sadistic glee in there that Arthur recognized from watching her work on the Naughty List of kids.\n\n\nUndoubtedly, he was now on that list.\n\n\nHowever, what she didn’t know, what she couldn’t have guessed, was that Arthur-\n\n\n“W-what the ffffudge are you doing?” his mother gasped as Arthur got in front of her feet, and grabbed her shaft with both hands. \n\n\n-LOVED futanari girls.\n\n\n“It’s perfect,” he said with all the childish wonder that he held in his heart as he stared up at the perfect dick, “Just…perfect.”\n\n\nIt was wide at the base, but it swelled along its shaft until it got to its midpoint. It tapered again after that, but not by much. Only until it hit the glans of his mother.\n\n\nArthur’s mother’s mushroom head was much like an arrow, its rims angling back and covering part of her shaft like a shield. It was large, but not wide. It was, in a word, a perfect instrument of penetration.\n\n\nArthur gave it a kiss.\n\n\n“That’s grosssss!” his mother moaned as she did.\n\n\nThe taste was fantastic.\n\n\n“See?” Arthur kissed her cock again and again, “I knew we were meant for each other, Mom! I knew this just had to be!”\n\n\n“Its-its incest!” his mother whined as her knees trembled until, all of a sudden, they were hitting the ground.\n\n\nAnd Arthur?\n\n\nHe started jacking her dick.\n\n\n“Mommy, that-” Arthur hotly said as he smooched her on her cock slit, “Is what makes it so hot!”\n\n\n“Nooo!” she groaned as she was forced to lie on her back.\n\n\nWhich was just perfect for him.\n\n\nLifting her male genitals by her cock-\n\n\n“Ooooh!”\n\n\n-Arthur cleared the way for his original price.\n\n\nBecause right there, already slobbering with her delicious juices, was his mother’s pussy.\n\n\nShe had thick labia that spoke of huge sex toys, if nothing else, but it was the nice pheromone-laden scent coming from it that made it impossible for Arthur to come back.\n\n\nSlipping his own trousers down, the inheritor of the Santa name let slip a beast just as big, just as arrow-glansed, and every bit as thick as his Mom’s.\n\n\n“Why is it so fudging huge!” his mother gasped as soon as she saw it.\n\n\nArthur Claus had inherited every single bit of his mother’s dick genes.\n\n\n“Now it’s your turn, Mom,” Arthur said as he aligned his perfect perforating tool against her pussy lips.\n\n\nAnd then made them slip around his dick.\n\n\n“A-at least GIVE me time to get used to the SIIIIIZE!” Ms. Claus slammed her hands on the floor and moaned as the deepest, most exquisite pressure immediately enveloped her son.\n\n\nUsing nothing but her cock to pull himself into her cunt, Arthur forced his mother’s walls apart as he aimed straight at her womb, “S-sorry mom, but-”\n\n\n“I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY UNPLANNED PARENTHOOD!” Arthur yelled as he slammed his hips until he hit his mother’s cervix. \n\n\nWhy did all those mortal kids get to have all the fun?\n\n\n“N-Naughty!” his mother yelled as Arthur drilled at her womb. He dealt her short strokes that irritated, spread and, ultimately, started to spread her cervix wide as he prepared to enter the place from where he had been born, “That’s Naughty!”\n\n\n“Then let me be naughty!” Arthur yelled as he drew back until only his glans was inside her cunt. He felt it like an instinct; this was what was needed to go all the way up his mother’s chimney, “So long as I can have you!”\n\n\nHe slammed with all his strength.\n\n\nHis mother’s face twisted into a shocked “O” as Arthur’s arrow-like mushroom head did what her own dick would have done to any girl’s reproductive organs: they went through all the way.\n\n\nThe Santa son invaded the baby-making apparatus of his mother with his cock.\n\n\nThe Santa son forced his mother to orgasm due to the act.\n\n\nThe Santa son then couldn’t take it anymore.\n\n\n“I’m coming!” Arthur yelled as his testicles clenched.\n\n\nAnd then he stuffed his mother’s uterus like a turkey.\n\n\n“FFFUCK!” his mother screeched, “ME TOO!”\n\n\nHer own cock let her virile semen fly.\n\n\nArthur didn’t mind his hair being soaked with futanari reproductive fluid. Oh no, it only made his orgasm stronger.\n\n\nArthru injected his sperm-laden semen into her womb to the point that it inflated it like a balloon. It did it so much, point in fact, that both mother and son saw a uterus-shaped indent on the mother’s belly as he filled it to the brim.\n\n\nAt that point, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t Ms. Claus time of the month.\n\n\nShe was under contract to ovulate for her son.\n\n\nHer body dutifully spat out a perfectly good and healthy ova.\n\n\nAll just so that pushy, moraless sperm cell could swarm it.\n\n\nOne half of her son’s DNA, holding a single X chromosome, managed to break through its wall.\n\n\nThe nuclei of both mother and son bound themselves to each other.\n\n\nAnd, finally, both Santa and her heir…had another heir of their own. A future daughter just like her mother.\n\n\n“I-in-” Nicole Claus said as her son collapsed on top of her, trapping her cock between their bodies. His own was still inside of her, acting as a plug.\n\n\nShe instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, “-into the Naughty List you go.”\n\n\n“Really?” he frowned, as if what he had asked hadn’t been so depraved.\n\n\n“I wanted my sibling for next Christmas.”\n\n\nMs. Claus stared at him.\n\n\n“You want me to be pregnant for 12 months?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "


Winter in the North Pole was a stressful time for all.


Only one day truly mattered in the whole of the year, and the whole land acted appropriately. Schedules were made, filled at the beginning of the year and ruthlessly followed to the letter for the rest. Elves labored in increasingly more backbreaking conditions and only their joy and dedication to Christmas ensured that they would bear it.


Their contracts, after all, ensured that they would have plenty of joy and dedication towards it.


The North Pole, harsh and unforgiving, supposedly uninhabited, hid a vast network of peoples, professions and industry. What had started as a small series of workshops about a thousand years ago, had grown to practically be a kingdom by this point.


Or, more accurately, a corporation.


A corporation that answered to no one but itself and the one person who led it. A person who could have been thought of as a monarch, in truth, if she ALSO wasn’t bound by the magic that made her who she was.


Ms. Claus, THE Santa Claus, could run the North Pole as she liked.


But she HAD to run it.


Thankfully, she technically, by the letter of Christmas law, didn’t have to deliver to all the kids in the world.


Only those who had a domicile.


The growing population of homeless people was actually a boon to her. If her letters didn’t have a return address, she could safely dismiss them. Now, you’d think the bad kids would also fall into this category but, no.


Ms. Claus needed to deliver them their lump of coal.


Parents these days would always throw these away and give their little shits whatever is it that they undeservedly wanted, but Christmas law didn’t concern itself with that. Ms. Claus was supposed to deliver that fucking coal, and so she did!


There also existed another technicality that had, once, been her biggest boon of all but had instead turned into a curse.


The Power of Santa Claus, and thus the Christmas obligations that she was under, were directly correlated with how many believed in her.


One would think that the advent of easily available information and the increasing popularity of the internet would have actually lessened it but, no.


Where once Santa Claus only had to worry about the children of Europe believing in her and wishing for shit originally…now she had to deal with those of the whole world.


Even kids in China, who had long had their own winter traditions, were starting to ask her for things!


Once upon a time, Santa Claus only had to deliver to households of a single continent.


Now? Now she had to break her ass doing the entire world!


But that was fine. All was well. The population growth was starting to slow down. People were too busy with work and too indebted to easily have children these days. The future looked fine!


There was hope looming on the horizon for her!


And also, though she didn’t exactly talk about this too publicly so as to not put too much pressure on him, she might be getting some help with her job in the not-too-far-off future.


She, after millennia of being too busy for it, finally had a son.


18 years ago, she’d gotten blazing drunk after a particularly brutal Christmas Eve somewhere in France.


Well, what they said about French men not being able to keep their goddamned fingers to themselves was true and Mama Claus had not had coitus in a long, long time.


A long, long time.


So now she had an heir.


One Arthus Claus, named like that one Briton king who got his legitimacy from a watery tart.


Now, she was the first to admit that she wasn’t giving him as much attention as she ought; the preparation for Christmas had become a soul-consuming affair these days, but she wasted no resources on letting him grow up happy and healthy.


Why, to make up for her lack of personal oversight, she had even promised to give him whatever he wanted!


No, not like those indulging rich parents she so hated; she was fully capable of telling her son “no” and would if she thought that it wasn’t reasonable.


However, her son wrote her a letter.


Her son, who could arrange a meeting with her whenever he wanted or at least call her on the phone for a quick chat at a moment’s notice, had written her a Christmas letter.


One that had a request that absolutely no mother, EVER, should grant.


But Christmas magic…


Christmas magic could not be denied.


—----------------------------------------


Arthur sighed as he looked at the clock.


It was the 50th second of the 59th minute of the 24th hour of the 25th of December. Staying up this late wasn’t at all usual for him- his schooling began at 6 am and his elf tutors didn’t let up until late in the afternoon- but the day after Christmas was a free day for all.


In fact, the next three days after it were the only free days anyone got up in the grim children’s products-making North.


But even if he were to still have school pending the next morning, he would have still stayed up this long. He would have still stared at the clock of his room as he counted the minutes.


He would have still waited with a plate full of cookies in one hand, and a jar of milk in the other.


He would still have waited for his mother.


At 18 years of age, Arthur's lineage hid various magical mysteries, but his base form was still that of a human. Like his mother.


His hair was blonde, of course, but he knew he didn’t get that from his mother because hers was white.


…it was possible her mother’s hair had been blonde like his once upon a time, Arthur supposed, but her Santa powers made it so that she never aged. Not truly.


Then again, she still managed to look like a mature lady. Like a cougar, as the more mortal kids out in the world would say. And Arthur, despite being of her lineage, was still growing. So whatever was going on, it obviously didn’t stop them from changing. Yet maybe that change was selective? Arthur didn’t know.


He was, after all, just a teenager


He was 5 foot and 8 inches tall. His face, while sharing the sharp nose that his mother had, her creamy white skin and her blue eyes, was positively cherubic. His body had grown, elongated as much as it could, but, as things stood, only one thing had really benefited from puberty.


Which was, well, partly the reason why he HAD send his mother a Christmas letter for the first time in his life.


He had hit puberty a while ago.


And he had unfettered access to the mortal world’s internet.


The 18-year-old, therefore, had…needs.


“All for nothing,” he sighed as the clock settled its long arm on the 57th second, “Just gotta get ready to get called gross by Mom, I guess-”


The air stilled, and the chill entered his room.


The fire from his chimney went out.


The lights of his room dimmed.


A moment of time was stolen from the world.


And then, just as the 25th of December was about to end, his mother appeared.


Nicole Claus, THE Santa Claus.


She was white-haired and tall at 5 feet in height and 9 inches. Her lips were big and soft, and her nose straight. Her hair was short-cropped around her ears, even as a red hat stood above it.


Glasses sat on that beautiful nose, but did nothing to hide the frosty gaze coming from those eyes.


Nor the disgusted sneer of her lips.


But if Arthur was going to be scared of those, he wouldn’t have made his letter to begin with.


Besides, he was too busy feeding his eyes the feast of her body.


Clad in only a red bra and soft felt panties, like his letter requested, his mother put her hands on her wide hips.


There was no fat on the naked stomach, nor anywhere else on display. Well, no, the orbs that Ms. Claus had in her chest were two watermelon-sized balls of mammary organs and fat. Those counted.


Those hips, those marvelous wide-enough-to-barely-fit-through-doorways hips, were not at all covered by those panties. Her crotch, whose pubic hair Arthur could actually see, barely was!


Those thighs of hers were nice and lean, and he knew for a fact, from gazing at the back of her mother more than was healthy, that her ass cheeks were as big as her tits.


Her neck was nice and long, her arms were nice and long, and her feet were nice and long.


SHE was nice and long.


“Dumbass,” his mother, of course, wasn’t going to wait until he was done oogling her, “Do you realize what you did? Did you think this joke was funny?”


And that made Arthur stop.


“Funny?” he asked, tilting his head, “I was serious about this, Mom.”


And, to that, his mother blanched.


“You mean-” she began to say with dread.


“I want you to be my girlfriend,” Arthur confirmed. He frowned as he felt it necessary to add the following, “And not just like in a make-believe sort of way, or chaste-only type of way. Like I explained in the letter-”


“I know what your bloody letter said!” Ms. Claus produced his letter out of thin air and threw it into the ground, “That’s why I couldn’t believe that this was anything more than a joke! Or-or a call for attention!”


“Getting a girlfriend is no laughing matter, Mom,” Arthur reprimanded his mother.


“Then get someone other than your Mom!” his mom yelled at him.


“There is no one else, Mom,” Arthur truthfully replied and, to that, Ms. Claus had no quick reply.


And, really, there sort of wasn’t.


Oh, there were the elves. The Christmas elves who toiled away all year long and only got to be with their families a few days of the year. Arthur didn’t have anything against the shorties, but he sort of needed to satisfy his, um, urges more than a few times per year.


“I-I can bring you a girl,” Ms. Claus promised, “I am sure that there has to be someone who won’t mind living here if I waved a fat check in front of-”


“Mom,” Arthur sternly said.


“It has to be you.”


“...this is incest,” his mother said, starting to turn green.


“I know,” Arthur replied. That was what made it hot for him.


“This is disgusting!” she attempted again.


“Well, I don’t think it is,” Arthur opined.


“You want to make a fucked up incest brother/son child!” Ms. Clause shrieked.


“So, is this a ‘no’?” Arthur frowned.


Was his understanding of Christmas flawed?


“You-I-we-” his mother stuttered as she tried to get the words out before she screamed a wordless roar of frustration.


And then took her panties off.


Revealing a foot-long futa cock.


“Fine!” she said, “You want to fuck your own mother? Then how about you begin with my dick? That’s right, you're lucky your daddy was so drunk that he didn’t notice. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even exist!”


There was still a disgusted sheen in her eyes.


But now there was that maliciously sadistic glee in there that Arthur recognized from watching her work on the Naughty List of kids.


Undoubtedly, he was now on that list.


However, what she didn’t know, what she couldn’t have guessed, was that Arthur-


“W-what the ffffudge are you doing?” his mother gasped as Arthur got in front of her feet, and grabbed her shaft with both hands.


-LOVED futanari girls.


“It’s perfect,” he said with all the childish wonder that he held in his heart as he stared up at the perfect dick, “Just…perfect.”


It was wide at the base, but it swelled along its shaft until it got to its midpoint. It tapered again after that, but not by much. Only until it hit the glans of his mother.


Arthur’s mother’s mushroom head was much like an arrow, its rims angling back and covering part of her shaft like a shield. It was large, but not wide. It was, in a word, a perfect instrument of penetration.


Arthur gave it a kiss.


“That’s grosssss!” his mother moaned as she did.


The taste was fantastic.


“See?” Arthur kissed her cock again and again, “I knew we were meant for each other, Mom! I knew this just had to be!”


“Its-its incest!” his mother whined as her knees trembled until, all of a sudden, they were hitting the ground.


And Arthur?


He started jacking her dick.


“Mommy, that-” Arthur hotly said as he smooched her on her cock slit, “Is what makes it so hot!”


“Nooo!” she groaned as she was forced to lie on her back.


Which was just perfect for him.


Lifting her male genitals by her cock-


“Ooooh!”


-Arthur cleared the way for his original price.


Because right there, already slobbering with her delicious juices, was his mother’s pussy.


She had thick labia that spoke of huge sex toys, if nothing else, but it was the nice pheromone-laden scent coming from it that made it impossible for Arthur to come back.


Slipping his own trousers down, the inheritor of the Santa name let slip a beast just as big, just as arrow-glansed, and every bit as thick as his Mom’s.


“Why is it so fudging huge!” his mother gasped as soon as she saw it.


Arthur Claus had inherited every single bit of his mother’s dick genes.


“Now it’s your turn, Mom,” Arthur said as he aligned his perfect perforating tool against her pussy lips.


And then made them slip around his dick.


“A-at least GIVE me time to get used to the SIIIIIZE!” Ms. Claus slammed her hands on the floor and moaned as the deepest, most exquisite pressure immediately enveloped her son.


Using nothing but her cock to pull himself into her cunt, Arthur forced his mother’s walls apart as he aimed straight at her womb, “S-sorry mom, but-”


“I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY UNPLANNED PARENTHOOD!” Arthur yelled as he slammed his hips until he hit his mother’s cervix.


Why did all those mortal kids get to have all the fun?


“N-Naughty!” his mother yelled as Arthur drilled at her womb. He dealt her short strokes that irritated, spread and, ultimately, started to spread her cervix wide as he prepared to enter the place from where he had been born, “That’s Naughty!”


“Then let me be naughty!” Arthur yelled as he drew back until only his glans was inside her cunt. He felt it like an instinct; this was what was needed to go all the way up his mother’s chimney, “So long as I can have you!”


He slammed with all his strength.


His mother’s face twisted into a shocked “O” as Arthur’s arrow-like mushroom head did what her own dick would have done to any girl’s reproductive organs: they went through all the way.


The Santa son invaded the baby-making apparatus of his mother with his cock.


The Santa son forced his mother to orgasm due to the act.


The Santa son then couldn’t take it anymore.


“I’m coming!” Arthur yelled as his testicles clenched.


And then he stuffed his mother’s uterus like a turkey.


“FFFUCK!” his mother screeched, “ME TOO!”


Her own cock let her virile semen fly.


Arthur didn’t mind his hair being soaked with futanari reproductive fluid. Oh no, it only made his orgasm stronger.


Arthru injected his sperm-laden semen into her womb to the point that it inflated it like a balloon. It did it so much, point in fact, that both mother and son saw a uterus-shaped indent on the mother’s belly as he filled it to the brim.


At that point, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t Ms. Claus time of the month.


She was under contract to ovulate for her son.


Her body dutifully spat out a perfectly good and healthy ova.


All just so that pushy, moraless sperm cell could swarm it.


One half of her son’s DNA, holding a single X chromosome, managed to break through its wall.


The nuclei of both mother and son bound themselves to each other.


And, finally, both Santa and her heir…had another heir of their own. A future daughter just like her mother.


“I-in-” Nicole Claus said as her son collapsed on top of her, trapping her cock between their bodies. His own was still inside of her, acting as a plug.


She instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, “-into the Naughty List you go.”


“Really?” he frowned, as if what he had asked hadn’t been so depraved.


“I wanted my sibling for next Christmas.”


Ms. Claus stared at him.


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