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I Saw Mommy

By: Massageguy



His plan was devious, but also brilliant. Ever since he and his sister were kids, their father had dressed up as Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, so that if the children got too curious and snuck downstairs, they would see St. Nicholas himself placing presents under the tree. 

Dad had kept this tradition alive for a good eighteen years; and at least seven years after the children had "stopped believing" in such frivolities. Brad often wondered why his father still went to the trouble of donning the heavy fur and satin suit. But two Christmases ago, he discovered why: his parents enjoyed the role-play. 

When Brad was 18, he had been invited to a Christmas Eve party that his friends from school were having. When he got dropped off, it was late, and he tip-toed down the foyer towards the stairs. Stopping to gaze into the living room and admire the angelic glow of his family's Christmas tree, he heard a familiar giggle coming from the kitchen. 

They're still up? Brad thought, peeking his head around the corner of the hall into the kitchen. 

There, under the mistletoe, he saw his mommy kissing Santa Claus...well, his father dressed as Santa Claus. Brad had to smile. The song was a favorite of his parents, and now he knew why. But has Brad was about to make his way to the stairs, he saw a little more than just a harmless traditional kiss under the archway. His mother, who in her early 40's still looked gorgeous, placed her back up against the side of the doorframe and lifting one leg, placed her foot on Santa's chest. The jolly old elf didn't hesitate, and began to roll his mother's stocking down her long shapely leg. Next came the other leg, and after his mother was panty-less, his father placed one leg on each shoulder, inched closer up her thighs, and disappeared under his mom's skirt. 

Oh my god! He's eating her pussy!

Now it should be said that no teenager enjoys the mental image of their parents having sex—especially oral sex. Most teenagers would rather believe that a stork dropped their baby selves in the laps of their parents, leaving all mating procedures completely out of the picture. But as Brad watched from the shadows his mother in the throes of ecstasy, it was somehow tolerable, because his father did not look like his father at all. Rather, the person going down on his hot mom was, for all practical purposes, that dirty old man from the North Pole himself: Chris Kringle. 

Feeling guilty, Brad pulled his eyes away, and quietly moved to the staircase. But on the landing, he turned back again. He was farther from the kitchen now, but could still see the figures clearly, and now in the dark shadows of the landing, Brad felt at a safer distance to watch the scene unfold. 

He had secretly had a deep crush on his mother Catherine from a very early age. She worked out on a regular basis, and kept her perfect figure. From a distance—and even up close—his mother could have passed as the sister of his own teenage sister; full round breasts, silky brown wavy hair, and a devilish smile. In fact, it didn't help that Brad had two beautiful women in the house. If he couldn't have sex with his hot mom, he had to at least try to bed his sister. But he knew that both goddesses were strictly "off limits". 

But there was something about his mother that made his passion burn more than his teenage sister. Was it the fact that she was the un-obtainable? (At least his sister wasn't married). Or was it the fact that she was the older woman, and the more experienced. Regardless of the reason, Brad now watched as Santa moved his mom to the kitchen counter and began to fuck her hard, making the Christmas candles rock precariously back and forth. As his mother reached orgasm, it was too much for Brad. He quickly took out his iphone from his jacket pocket, and zooming in on his mother, cutting Santa almost completely out of the frame, he recorded the last few seconds of his mother's spasmic climax. Then, dashing up to his room, he stripped off his clothes, and played the video over and over, imagining his cock buried deep in his mother's twat. 

But that was two years ago to the day. Upon arriving home for Christmas break from college, Brad had found his father's Santa Claus suit among the other holiday boxes in the attic. 

Did Dad finally give up the tradition? 

As an extra precaution, Brad made sure his father had a generous portion of rum in his egg nog —so when dad's head hit the pillow, it would be a "long winter's nap" indeed. 

"Dad's sloshed," Brad's sister Kimberly said with a wink. 

She was looking incredibly cute in her tight red sweater, but Brad remained focused on his target: Mrs. Claus. Brad eyed the clock—11:45pm.

"Well, I'm off to bed," he announced, and climbed the stairs behind his tipsy father.

That night, Brad didn't dream of sugarplums. He stayed awake, listening for sounds of his mom descending the stairs with presents. He knew that someone had to put the rest of the gifts under the tree, and since his dad was passed out, he knew it would be her task. 

At half past twelve, he heard her familiar footsteps in the hall. Brad leapt from his bed, and quickly through on the Santa suit. Luckily, he was roughly the same height and build as his father; they even had the same color eyes. With beard in place, Brad stepped in front of the mirror to give himself a quick once-over, then quietly opened his bedroom door. 

He found his mother bending over in the living room, stacking the last few remaining presents under the tree. She was wearing her silky white nightgown, which Brad had only gotten to see her wear once or twice before, and had never forgotten. It flowed over her body like buttercream. The lights of the tree turned her gown red, then green, blue, then yellow. She looked heavenly. 

Brad walked up behind his mother, and pressed against his mother's ass. Startled, she spun around.

"Honey! I thought you were asleep!"

Brad shook his head, afraid to speak.

"Ya know, I was kinda hoping you'd get this ol' thing down from the attic," she said coyly, twirling a finger in Brad's fake beard. "Have you come for your milk and cookies?"

As she finished this last sentence, Catherine moved her hands down the front of her chest, and slowly opened her robe, revealing her naked tits. The tree lights and naked flesh of his mother sparkled in Brad's eyes. As if in a dream-state, Brad placed his gloved hands on his mother's globes. He wish he could have felt them on his bare hands, but he didn't want his mom to notice the missing wedding band. He had thought of everything. 

Pulling the robe up over Catherine's shoulders, he watched it fall to the floor, and his mother stood before him, wearing nothing but a pair of lacey red underwear, undoubtedly from Victoria's Secret where his father loved to shop for her. 

"I've been a bad girl this year," teased his mother, kissing him passionately and suddenly. Brad was afraid that a simple kiss might give him away, but he could taste wine on his mother's lips, and hoped that perhaps she was just drunk enough to not notice small details. 

Taking her hands, Brad led her to the living room couch where she obediently lay on her back, her beautiful hair fanned out around her head. Sitting at the end of the couch, Brad Claus slowly removed his mother's panties, savoring the sight of the reveal. His mother had a small patch of trimmed hair right on her mound, and below was the most succulent looking pussy he had ever 

seen. 

"Mmmmm", Catherine purred, as her disguised son kissed up her legs. Her breasts heaved in anticipation, as Brad softly caressed the outer lips of her pussy. Then, unexpectedly, she began to giggle.

"Your beard is tickling me! Take it off!" she pleaded. 

Damn. If I can't take it off, but if I don't, she won't let me eat her out!

Thinking quickly, Brad reached down and picked up the sash of his mother's robe. Then, lifting her head with one hand, he brought the sash around her eyes.

"Ooo! Kinky Santa! I like it." 

Save

Brad then pulled his the fake beard down and dove between his mother's legs, hungrily lapping at her pussy like a hungry dog.

"Ohhh God!" his mother moaned. "Yesss!"

Brad brought a finger up to his mothers lips. At first, she thought he wanted her to suck his finger, but she realized he was telling her to be quiet.

"Right. Can't wake the kids. I'll...I'll try to be...ohhhh...God, but it just feels soooo good!"

Brad was eagerly sucking at his mother's clit now, and he could feel her arching her back, presenting—asking for her hard nipples to be loved. Brad obliged with his left hand, while with his right, he began to finger his mother's wet pussy, finding her g-spot as he continued to suck her clit. 

"Yes....Yes....Yes!" pleaded his mother.

Upstairs, 18-year old Kimberly got up to pee. Walking back from the hall bathroom, she could hear her father snoring from her parent's bedroom; But as she neared the top of the stairs, she thought she heard another sound. Looking down the stairs, Kimberly could make out the glow of Christmas tree lights on the floor. 

The tree lights are still on? Someone must still be downstairs. 

As she started to bounce down the stairs, the sound she thought she heard grew louder. It was the unmistakable sound of a woman being pleasured. But not just any woman—her mother.

"Fuck me already!" whimpered Brad's mother. 

Brad had rarely heard her mother use such language, and it made his cock throb beneath his red satin pants. Before he could pull them down, his mother was groping for his belt, her blindfold still in place.

Oh shit, if she feels my dick, she'll probably know right away I'm not dad! Unless its exactly the same size!

Brad took his mother's hands and forced them to the couch, then quickly pulling his pants down, he mounted his horny mother and guided his throbbing cock to her glistening wet opening. He slid effortlessly inside her, but noticed that once deep inside, his mother's cunt was still quite tight. Not bad after having two kids!

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she begged, and he made his mother proud. He rocked in and out of her slow at first then began a rhythmic pumping that gained in speed and intensity. Then, like he saw Santa do two years ago, he placed his mother's legs on his shoulders and fucked her even deeper than before.

"Yes! I'm gonna....I'm gonna cum!!" His mother bit her lower lip, holding back her screams.

"Oh God Mom! I'm cumming too!"

Uh-oh.

"Mom? Catherine asked. 

"Brad?" 

Kimberly was standing in the doorway, wearing a tiny nightshirt and looking quite flabbergasted at seeing her brother balls deep inside her mom's pussy.

And in the glow from the tree, Brad thought he could see a smile appear in the corner of his sister's pretty mouth.

The End

I Saw Mommy



I came home early from work and grabbed myself a glass of water. There were still about three hours of a five hour shift left for me, but suddenly, I didn't feel well. You know how it is: fine one minute, then out of the blue, you're under the weather. Working food prep at a local restaurant, when I told my boss I was feeling sick, he sent me home. After a food poisoning episode at another restaurant a few weeks earlier, we were told: "If you're sick, we don't need you here."

So anyhow, I finished the glass of water, then went in the living room and laid on the couch. After a little while, I found myself waking up, feeling a lot better. It dawned on me that my parents should be home - both their cars were in the driveway - but there was no trace of them.

Even though I was starting to feel better, I thought it'd be good to crawl in bed and get some more sleep.

I stepped into the bathroom and ditched all but my underwear, then headed for bed. Just as I was about to turn the corner into my room, I heard a noise from across the hall. Yes, my mom and dad slept just across the way from me. Not the ideal spot for a young guy to have his parents, but let's suffice it to say that I'd learned to be real stealthy when the need for "relief" came over me.

My parents' bedroom door was about halfway open. Obviously they didn't know I was home and didn't expect me for a few hours, otherwise the door would have been closed. Peeking around the corner, I wasn't sure exactly how to react.

From my perfect view of the bed, I saw my dad, totally naked, stretched out on his back on the bed. Mom laid beside him, also naked, her head resting on Dad's stomach. Mom was sucking his hard cock!

My first impulse was to run away in revulsion, but something held me there. I mean, I intellectually knew my folks still did things like this, but like most young people, the notion of them actually doing it was kind of creepy. Confronted with it this way, though, it wasn't as gross as I thought it'd be.

I knew I should quietly back away and leave them to their fun, but for some reason, I was riveted to the spot.

It was evident they'd done all this before, because no words were spoken, Dad just moaned while Mom sucked and licked his most sensitive areas. Mom would suck him deep, then back away till just the head was in her mouth. I could only imagine what was going on, but she must have been using her tongue, because Dad moaned even louder when she paid special attention to the tip. Then she took him out of her mouth and kissed and licked all over the head and shaft, even dropping down to attend to his balls.

While a portion of my brain screamed how perverted it was to watch my parents having sex, I found myself thinking that the situation wasn't really much different than sitting at my buddy's house watching porn... I just happened to know these performers personally.

When I thought of them as just two people, not my parents, I found myself reacting to the activities going on before me. No longer feeling the least bit weird, my cock swiftly lurched beneath my shorts.

Now, even though watching Mom suck my dad's cock was sexy as hell, at no time did I consider joining them. Sure, I'd been online and found stories about scenarios like this. They all had a similar formula: guy or girl stumbles across the parents having sex, he or she joins in. I had no real interest in fucking my mom or dad, and while I was able to watch them as just a couple of people having an intimate time together, I had no inclination to invade their privacy any more than I already was.

This was the first time I'd ever seen my dad with a hard-on. From where I stood, it appeared I'd inherited my cock size from him. He looked to me roughly average, give or take, with a nice thickness and a fat bulbous head that came to a nicely rounded point. We were both cut, which - if I had a preference - I had to say I liked best. Some of the guys at school were uncircumcised, for whatever reason, and while I wasn't necessarily checking them out, when you're using a communal shower, it's kind of hard not to notice, and guys always compare, whether they'll admit it or not, so...

Mom, I couldn't see so well at the moment. I could see the curve of a hip and the side of a breast with a bit of nipple, but that was it. My horny eighteen-year-old mind could hardly wait to see the whole package.

I thought I was going to get a better view of Mom when they moved, but instead, somehow, Mom shifted so she laid on her side, her legs toward Dad's head. Dad then rolled onto his side, then Mom's legs opened up and he buried his face in her pussy - as far as I could tell.

This position wasn't so great for me, 'cause now the most I could see was Dad's hairy butt. They sixty-nined on their sides for a few minutes. Even though I couldn't see much, the sight of two people making love, and the sounds they were making, was doing the trick. After a while of watching porn, you forget that the reason you can see everything that's going on is because they're purposely putting it on display. It doesn't get the job done for the performers, it's entirely for the audience. Real sex is for the people taking part, and it doesn't matter if anyone can see what's happening. Nevertheless, what I was watching was making me horny.

My cock had been hard for quite a while, but I hadn't freed it. Finally, I released it from its confines. As my undies hit the floor, a huge clear drop oozed from the tip of my hard-on onto the floor before I could catch it.

Quickly rubbing the drop into the carpet with my toes, I continued to watch my parents in their sideways oral pleasure. I could tell they thought they were alone in the house, because they were holding nothing back. Even though they weren't concerning themselves with camera angles and showing the audience the action, they were certainly putting the porn soundtracks to shame. Both of their mouths were occupied, so there were no words, but the moans and grunts and such were loud and free. This one thing was probably the most erotic part of the whole deal. Normally, my folks were pretty subdued. Hearing them cut loose like this was kind of exciting.

When they separated next, I got my first good look at Mom's body. Dad laid back once again on the bed, his shiny cock laying hard against his belly. Mom got up and straddled Dad's smiling face. Both my parents had a look I'd never seen before. It was love, desire, lust, all wrapped up in a single amazing expression, and they both shared it.

Anyhow, now that Mom sat on Dad's face, I could finally see her entire sexy body. I'd snuck in and gone through Mom's underwear drawer before and read the tags on her panties and bras. The numbers and letters didn't mean anything until right that moment.

There was a generous tuft of brown fur between her legs. All the women in the pornos I'd see were clean shaven. While I liked being able to see everything on the videos, this seemed more real, more natural. I know my mom shaved down there, because when she wore a swimsuit, you couldn't see spillovers. Now, the lady next door, there was hair that stuck out either side of the crotch of her swimsuit. I was smart enough to know Mom was doing something to prevent that happening.

I couldn't see specifics regarding what Mom looked like there between her legs. Okay, enough beating around the bush... It feels weird to say it like this, but... I couldn't get a good view of mom's pussy. From the porn vids and magazines I'd perused with my buddies, I had the gist of what a pussy looked like, I knew there were slight variations, but regardless, I knew it'd be beautiful and sexy.

Looking at Mom's naked body, I finally started to realized where I got my preferences regarding feminine beauty. Mom was no skinny fashion model - hell, neither of my parents were - but neither are either of them bad to look at. When I thought about it rationally, why wouldn't I compare potential girlfriends using the yardstick of the woman I presently loved the most?

When Mom started to moan, then caress and knead her breasts while she rode Dad's face, I had to take my cock in hand. It didn't matter who this really was, what I was watching was too damn good to not play along.

I began to wonder if this was how they were when I was conceived, but then realized that was creepy and tried to stop thinking.

I watched Dad's jaw work as he ate Mom's pussy, and she was loving it. I'd never seen the expression Mom had on her face before. In fact, I'd only seen approximations of it in the porn I'd seen. This was honest arousal, not something intended for a camera, with little real feeling behind it. This was: "I don't give a fuck, it feels too damn good to hold back."

Fortunately for me, at no time did either of them turn to look toward the door. Either that or if they did, they were too into their own world for it to register.

When Mom got off Dad's face, and they started to shift around, I thought I was nailed for sure, but there were no indications that either of them saw me, because they certainly didn't hesitate to move on to the next part of the festivities.

I ducked around the door for a second when they started to change positions, but after only a moment or so, I was back in my place, my dick in hand and going to town on the best sex show I'd seen in my life.

Mom laid on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide. I got only a brief glance at her pussy before Dad moved in and blocked my view again. Next, though, he shifted around and I momentarily got a perfect shot of him lining up his cock with her hole and pushing in.

It was almost too much for me. I nearly cried out in surprise and arousal, seeing Dad's cock penetrate Mom, but I managed to bite it back, because I knew if they found out I was there, it'd be all over, and I'd be in deep shit.

Yes, a part of me still protested how wrong it was to spy on my parents while they had sex, but it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen before. And I loved these people like I loved no one else, and seeing them having so much pleasure together was the greatest thing I'd ever witnessed.

I thanked heaven for all the nights when I'd sat in my room jacking off when my parents laid in bed reading. I'd become an expert at self-pleasure while making practically no noise. I could still hear the slight friction of my hand against my stiff shaft, but that was it. I kept my breathing steady, no panting or grunting, and I stayed enough in control that my hand didn't slap against my body on the downstrokes.

Dad fucked mom in missionary for quite a while. As before, they held nothing back. The bed squeaked, they moaned and groaned and shrieked and used words I hadn't heard either of them use before. It was a side to them both I'd never seen. It was disturbing and arousing at the same time.

At no time did I consider joining in. I loved my Mom and Dad, but not in that way. That I was masturbating while watching them fuck was disturbed enough. Trying to take part in what they were doing was too weird to contemplate.

When once again they changed positions, I slowed my strokes down. I didn't want to shoot before they were done, and if I kept going at the pace I was, I'd cum soon.

Dad pulled out of Mom's pussy (I got another quick glimpse of it - all red, wet and relaxed) then backed away. Mom turned over and stuck her butt in the air while she rested her head on the bed. This afforded me a great - if again brief - shot of my mom's pussy. Once she was in position, Dad waddled up behind her on his knees and aimed his cock once more at her hole.

They were getting more excited because Dad was thrusting his hips a lot faster and harder than he had before, and the grunts, moans and sighs were louder and more unrestrained.

"Fuck me, baby," Mom gasped. It was a shock to hear her use that word. The first time I'd said the word, "fuck," I'd gotten my face slapped. I'd heard them both use it and others several times while I stood there.

Dad was wailing away, pounding her good. I was doing the same on my own cock. My orgasm was building fast, but I tried to hold back, waiting for the end of things in my parents' room.

God, the obscenities they were spouting! And they were using them as encouragements: "Fuck me hard, stud. I want to walk funny when you're done with me," and "Take it, slut. God, your cunt feels good." It sounded like bad dialog from one of the porns I'd seen. That those words and ones like them were coming from my parents' mouths was weird, but in the same way bad dialog in porn keeps you going, this was how it worked for me.

After quite a while of doggy style, again they switched positions. Once more, Dad laid on his back. His cock stood proudly, waiting for mom to take her place atop it. Mom wasted little time straddling his hips, grabbing his hard-on and guiding it to her pussy. Mom's back was to me, but as she rocked back and forth, I could see Dad's cock sliding in and out of her, a sight that had me speeding toward the point of no return.

While Mom rocked, Dad reached up and fondled her tits, something they both obviously liked. Soon, Mom was grinding her clit into Dad's belly, racing toward her own climax. After a minute or so of this grinding, she started to cum.

The only female orgasms I'd seen before were in the porns. Now that I'd seen the real thing, I knew every one of those had been a fake. Mom's hips pulsed, and her mouth opened wide. For a few seconds, no sound came out, then a moan that welled up from somewhere deep inside her filled the room. Just as Mom's orgasm started to subside, Dad let out a yell and started cumming.

I could only imagine what it felt like to empty a load in to a woman's pussy, as I relaxed and let my own cum fly. While Dad filled Mom with his cum, I shot a huge load, most of it splattering against the wall next to my parents' doorway. It was hard as hell not to make some kind of noise as I fired out the biggest jizz load I'd ever produced, but I managed.

For a little bit, my folks just stayed where they were, Mom upright on Dad's cock, but then she finally collapsed on top of him.

When I finally regained my senses, I snatched up my underwear and quickly wiped up my mess, then ducked as quickly as I could into my room.

I apparently wasn't quiet enough, because I heard my door quietly click closed.

Afraid that Mom and Dad might have heard, I leaped into bed, covering my naked cock with the covers. I propped up one leg to hide my slowly deflating hard-on, and just as I tossed my cum-covered underwear on the floor away from the door, I heard a soft knock.

Mom poked her head in, then entered completely. "You okay, Rob?" she asked, "we weren't expecting you home for a while yet."

Mom was wearing a white terrycloth robe. Nothing was on display, but I could tell she'd put it on quickly, because I could see the swell of her breasts at each side of the open neck. I imagined Dad's cum running down her inner thighs as she stood talking to me. My cock twitched at the thought. Dad came in wearing a robe just as I started talking. His hands were in the pockets, pushing the front out to hide that he was still partially hard yet, too.

"I wasn't feeling well. Got sent home sick."

Mom sat on the edge of my bed. My mind couldn't help but think of the mess she must have between her legs. My cock got harder. She placed her hand on my forehead. "You feel hot."

'Yeah, I feel hot,' I thought, 'I just watched you and Dad having wild animal sex like a couple of crazed teenagers. I just had the orgasm of my life. Yeah, I'm hot.'

"I'm starting to feel better. I thought a nap would do me good."

She looked concerned. Dad stood in the doorway, silently holding the front of his robe out.

"You sure you're okay?"

'Mom, I just saw you and Dad fucking your hearts out. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen.' 

"I'll be fine, Mom."

Dad was starting to look annoyed. Maybe he'd hoped for another round. 

You go, Dad.

I put a hand on her thigh in a purely innocent gesture. A few inches further and I'd be knuckle deep in cum. "You go do whatever you were doing. I won't be any bother."

Mom looked unconvinced, but got up. "Okay. As long as you'll be alright."

"I'll be fine, Mom. Go."

Reluctantly, Mom left. Dad stayed by the door a moment, I think to try to determine if I'd been home long enough to have seen anything. I let nothing slip. "Night, Dad," I said, even though it was early afternoon. Without a word, Dad left, closing the door behind him.

When I was sure they were gone, I threw off the covers, uncovering my almost painfully hard-again cock. With the vision of Mom and Dad fucking still playing in my mind, I jacked off to another huge cum, wondering if they'd gone back again to fuck, or if my being home wrecked it.

Such thoughts running through my head, I finally slept.



I Saw Mommy Doing Santa Claus



As seems to be my habit, here is a new Christmas story...in March. I hope you enjoy this fun piece of silliness as much as I enjoyed writing it. As I said, it is a fun, silly story - one of a few that I've written that would make a great manga or 3D comic (hint, hint, hint). I look forward to your comments.

As always, all characters are fictional, existing solely within the confines of the story and my imagination. Enjoy! 

*

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus. Yeah, I know. I know the song and I've seen various silly-assed video versions of it over the years, but the truth is that I really have seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus and doing a whole lot of other things. Now, I was still pretty young when I first saw Mommy kissing the old, white bearded gentleman, but I never ratted Mommy out. 

Even as a youngster, I think I realized that Mommy's affection for Saint Nick was the main reason I always had the most rocking presents of anyone on the block. After Christmas, I was always the envy of my friends because no matter how in demand or hard to find a particular item was at Christmas, it was always under the tree. I was the first kid on my block to have an I-Pod, a Playstation, not to mention all the coolest toys when I was little.

Dad was always amazed too -- always shaking his head in wonder as he said, "Christina, I cannot begin to imagine how you pulled that off on our budget."

Mommy would just wink and say, "Santa and I have an understanding!" Poor Dad didn't have a clue.

Now, I could understand why Mommy was a favorite of Santa's. Even when I was little, I perceived that Mommy was the prettiest of all Mommies around. Mommy has a killer body -- huge, firm tits that seem to nearly explode out of every outfit she wears, a trim waist, a firm butt and long, killer legs. Mommy's blue eyes and red lips are framed by a long, full mane of raven black hair. She turned the heads of anyone of the male species from age nine to hundred and nine!

Even after I hit puberty I really didn't have a clue as to what was going on. Before, I might wake up and wander downstairs to the living room, wondering if I would catch a peek at Santa dropping off my presents and maybe being silly with Mommy and just think it funny that Mommy would be sitting on his lap or kissing him or reaching inside his snow suit to tickle him before stumbling back to bed and forgetting about it until the next year. But puberty left me with little time to consider the weirdness of what was going on between Mommy and Santa and as happens when we get older, Mommy and Santa's frolicking behavior faded from my mind.

By the time I was eighteen, I was nearly consumed with my near constant state of erection and even better, the process of relieving myself. Any female would set my pulse to racing and trigger an erection, but more than anyone else, it was Mommy who had me in a constant state of pubescent tumescence. Her body had me thinking of all sorts of things that were not only naughty, but downright illegal when it concerns your mother and my obsession with her was constant, spurred on by her mere appearance which in retrospect was anything but mere. 

Summer time, it was her sexy shorts, dresses and bikinis that had me constantly yanking my cock. In the winter time, it was her tight sweaters, tight jeans and her proclivity to snuggle with her son on cold winter nights as we watched television that lead to near constant self abuse on my part. I had to learn to pace myself or I might have been the first teenager to jack himself off to death while fantasizing about his mother.

Then came that wonderful eighteenth Christmas when it all came together in my head and I saw a side of Mommy long dreamed of, but never thought to be accessible. It was after midnight, Christmas Eve becoming Christmas morning. I had woken from a dirty dream involving Mommy, my old babysitter, Bonnie and myself. I was hard as a rock and sweating like a pig. By now, I had used the internet to discover that sometimes ladies like ladies and that sometimes ladies who like ladies like to have a man involved too, and my dream probably made most hard core porn movies look like a Disney romp.

I was painfully erect and thirsty and hungry too as I almost always was at that age and so I slipped out of bed, threw on my robe and slipped down to raid the kitchen and jack off, although I wasn't yet sure which I'd do first. As I moved silently down the hall, I became aware of Mommy humming a Christmas song, "Here comes Santa Claus," in the living room. 

Now, I had gone to bed with my parents still up, Mommy specifically stating that they were waiting for Santa and I decided to peek in on them, if for no other reason than to inspire myself with a quick glimpse of Mommy. When I had gone upstairs, she had been dressed in a long, fluffy bed robe that pretty much covered her up, but you have to remember, this was my hot Mommy we're talking about and even Mommy completely covered up was still my sexy Mommy!

Imagine my surprise when I peeked around the entryway and discovered Mommy standing by the tree, re-hanging some ornaments our pet cat, Sneakers, had no doubt knocked down, only now Mommy was dressed in an incredible red negligee of a gauzy material, lined on the collar and cuffs with white cotton. It was nearly transparent and it was all I could do to not cum in my pajamas as I watched more than a hint of huge, pink breasts under that red cloth and an very interesting dark patch further below. The night gown hung down nearly to her feet, but was cut with great slits that exposed her long and shapely legs as she moved, revealing matching red high heels on her pretty feet.

Sprawled out in his easy chair, Dad was snoring away, the evening paper spread out across his chest. On the television, an old black and white version of The Christmas Carol was on and Scrooge was giving someone hell about what a waste Christmas was. There were several presents under the tree already, but nowhere near what I usually discovered on Christmas morning.

I was memorizing Mommy in her sexy negligee for future reference when suddenly my ears popped like there was a sudden change in air pressure. Just as the grandfather clock began to chime that it was two o'clock, the ringing tone stopped abruptly on the first bong and the roaring fire in the fireplace suddenly dropped away to just glowing embers and then a red and white something floated down and out of the chimney and the air pressure changed again as suddenly Santa was standing there.

"Santa, baby!" Mommy squealed and ran into his arms, and the weirdness of the situation didn't come close to distracting me as much as the way Mommy's tits bounced as she moved.

In one swift and amazing movement, Mommy jumped up and wrapped her legs as best she could around the old man, her arms going around his neck as she kissed him passionately. Santa Claus's arms came up and cupped Mommy's almost completely exposed ass cheeks as I suddenly realized that she was wearing a matching red G-string.

His gloved fingers massaged and squeezed her luscious ass cheeks as they wetly and loudly kissed, a stringer of drool hanging between their lips when the kiss ended that splattered against his thick white beard and on Mommy's partly exposed tits.

"Ho, Ho, Ho, my little ho!" Santa chuckled as he slowly lowered Mommy to her feet. "Has my little Christina been a good little girl this year?"

Mommy undulated her lush body against Santa's, quickly but calmly unbuttoning his coat as she replied, "Hell no, Santa. I've been naughty every chance I could."

Santa laughed again as he tugged off his gloves and cupped Mommy's tits through the filmy negligee. "That's my girl," he said a bit hoarsely. One hand slid between her legs, palming her pussy through her nightgown. "Mmmm, Christine's thinking about being a naughty girl right now, isn't she?"

Mommy was now reaching into Santa's pants, fishing around with her eyes all wide and bright. "I've been wet since Thanksgiving, thinking about you, Saint Nick. You know I live for Christmas and Christmas cock...your Christmas cock." With one hand, Mommy yanked his snow britches down and revealed her other hand wrapped around the biggest cock I had ever seen. In my limited experience, I hadn't even have thought they came that large!

As my own hand crept into my pajamas to wrap around my throbbing cock, I watched as Mommy slowly squatted down, never wavering once in those high heels as her leg muscles swelled as she lowered herself until her face was level with that mammoth penis.

"Can I have a little taste of your candy cane, Santa?" Mommy said in a little girl's voice that damn near had me cumming before I even began stroking my throbbing dick.

"Ho, Ho, Ho," Santa intoned as he laced his fingers into Mommy's thick, black hair and guided her mouth towards his waiting cock. Mommy opened her mouth wide, hesitating when her tongue was within striking distance and making Santa moan as she rolled her tongue nastily around the head of his cock several times, lavishing the swollen crown of his penis with long, lavish licks before she opened her mouth wider and slowly swallowed his cock.

I watched with admiration as Mommy slowly took all of him in her mouth, throat bulging slightly as she took his whole long length, sucking in his shaft until her nose was being tickled by his gray-white pubic hairs. "Christina," he said reverently, "I do believe you're a better cocksucker than your mother!"

Mommy giggled with a mouth full of Santa cock and winked up at him, a pleased look on her face while I had to close my gaping jaw. Grandma sucked him off too? Grandma Hendricks was a gray haired version of Mommy with even more humongous tits that were always threatening to spill out of her old granny dress bodice. She was the epitome of the kindly old grandmother and it both freaked me out and aroused me to think that that dear, sweet old lady was a cocksucker too!

I slowly stroked my cock while Mommy bobbed her head back and forth furiously on Santa's cock, his shaft growing shiny with Mommy's saliva, her lips looking red, swollen and inviting as they slid back and forth on his long, thick pole. Santa was humming softly as he rested his hand on Mommy's head, occasionally urging her to slow down or speed up as she sucked his cock. Mommy made infrequent noises that indicated that she was deriving a great deal of pleasure from going down on Santa.

Suddenly, Santa's eyes went wide and he sang, "Santa's cumming right now!" as he went rigid, his legs suddenly jerking as Mommy began making a gagging noise. Santa seemed to pump his hips three times before Mommy let his dick slip from her mouth, only to catch a powerful and huge burst of semen across the face as more sperm dripped from her mouth. Several times more, Santa's cock jerked in Mommy's hand and splattered cum across her face the times when she didn't get it aimed onto her outstretched tongue. 

Finally, Santa waddled over to the couch and sat heavily down, his pants around his ankles as he caught his breath...his erection not flagging a single inch. Mommy was busy scooping up strands and blobs of his semen with her fingers and feeding it to herself, her lips smacking as she did...apparently finding Santa's seed very delicious.

"I wish Donald's cum tasted so sweet!" Mommy purred as she stared at the hard cock pointing straight up in Santa's lap.

Santa chuckled at that, replying, "It's all the Christmas candy, Christi..." halting as Dad suddenly started, maybe from hearing Mommy say his name. His newspaper slid to the floor and he started to push his seat up as he looked blearily eyed at Mommy, frowning slightly at her wanton appearance. Santa moved more quickly than was humanly possible, his fingers diving into a little leather bag on a drawstring hanging from his belt which was down around his boots. He came up with his forefinger and thumb pinched together and flung...something...at Dad. 

Motes of sparkling light enveloped Dad as Santa intoned, "Sleep tight, Donald, dream of big money clients, golf and a Happy New Year." Dad suddenly smiled and leaned back, folding his hands across his chest and resumed snoring.

Mommy giggled and crossed over to Santa, her eyes locked onto his massive erection, jutting out of his white haired crotch like a telephone pole. "Am I getting a special present this year, Santa?" she asked coyly, licking her lips.

Santa Claus arched one eyebrow and grinned slyly as he replied. "Isn't that my specialty, Christina? Giving good and naughty little children their heart's desire?" He held out a hand to my mother and said, "Come here, Christina...you're not the only one who looks forward to this night."

With a moan, Mommy rushed to Santa and still standing, straddled him, yanking at something on her gown that allowed the entire bottom part to fall away, leaving her bottomless except for her nasty-sexy high heels. My eyes widened at the sight of her hairy muff, split wide to reveal wet, pink flesh, peeking out from below her spread legs.

As Mommy kissed Santa again, her breasts brushing his red coat, hard, thick nipples getting caught on the shiny buttons before she reached down and took hold of his cock, bringing it up and rubbing the huge, bulbous head against her wet slit. Mommy broke the kiss with a low moan and then said, "You're so big...Santa...so much bigger than any man I've ever seen. How can a man have such a big cock?"

"Ho, ho, ho," Old Mister Kringle laughed. "I'm Santa Claus, little girl. I have magic in my veins."

Mommy moaned again as she rubbed his cock head against her pussy again, causing her pussy lips to spread wide as if trying to wrap the long fleshy labia around it like a hungry mouth. "I want this magic cock inside me...NOW!" Mommy sobbed. She pressed Santa's cock head into her pussy, moaning as her cunt expanded to encompass it.

The air then was filled with Santa's merry laughs and Mommy's almost anguished moans as she slowly impaled herself onto Santa's long, thick erection. I watched with wide eyes as first the head, then a couple of inches of his penis wormed its way inside my Mommy. Then Mommy seemed to go limp, almost helplessly stuck on Santa's hard, throbbing meat stick. Mommy's head fell limply forward as she moaned with pleasure, her arms slack at her sides. Mommy was still standing, although slightly in a crouch, her legs quivered with effort. I might have been afraid for her if I hadn't heard her say in a whimpering whisper, "So big...so wonderfully big."

Santa took over, placing his hands on Mommy's waist, just above the place where her hips began to swell out. Holding her firmly, Santa Claus began to work Mommy down, lowering her slowly, gently onto his erection as she moaned and shook with pleasure. Honestly, I don't know how he got it all into her, so massively thick and long was his hard dick...maybe it was magic...maybe Mommy's pussy could do magical things Finally, Mommy's black thatch of pubic hair was grinding against his crotch, his snow white hair combining with her bush to create a salt and pepper effect.

Santa thrust his hips upwards and wiggled as if to get situated perfectly inside Mommy's stuffed cunt, making her stiffen as orgasm swept over her, throwing her head back and letting out a soul wrenching wail of utter carnal pleasure. Santa busied himself with brushing the material of her negligee aside so he could wrap his lips around her swollen to the point of bursting nipple. I'm not sure if he was sucking it or biting it, but Mommy reacted as if he found a way to transcend the ultimate point of pleasure to take her ecstasy to a new level.

I suddenly realized that my own erection was now somehow free of my pajama bottoms and my hand was rapidly stroking it and it was all I could do to not join my moans of delight to Mommy's

As Mommy's initial orgasm faded somewhat, she began to hunch herself on Santa's monster cock, sobbing as she did so, "FUCK ME, SANTA, FUCK YOUR LITTLE CHRISTINA...I'M YOUR BAD LITTLE GIRL, SANTA, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" I could see with each minute movement of her pussy how her juices were thickly covering his immense shaft, but despite her sweet, hot lubrication, her pussy was so packed with Santa cock that she could barely move back and forth on it.

Mommy let out another scream as Santa suddenly stood up. My mouth hung open in complete amazement at his obvious strength, rising up as if there wasn't a grown woman impaled on his cock and the fact that he wasn't using his hands to support her...the only thing holding her was the cock buried deep inside her pussy...Mommy's legs hanging limply down, her upper body thrown back as she was again lost in the throes of orgasm, allowing me to see her magnificent breasts bouncing as she shook with pleasure.

Santa began moving around the room, chuckling at Mommy's ecstatic sobs and sighs, his every step making her bounce on his cock, impaling her fractionally deeper every time he took a step until she was nearly convulsing with a seizure of utter and complete sexual joy. Santa retrieved his sack and began pulling out packages and placing them under the tree, pausing to kiss Mommy every so often, his hands mauling Mommy's tits, pulling and pinching her nipples till I thought they would simply explode.

Mommy seemed to slip in and out of coherence as she rode Santa's immense erection, sobbing, "I LOVE YOU, SANTA...I LOVE YOUR HARD COCK!" and trying to wrap her long, shapely legs around his big body, but never quite accomplishing her mission, her legs falling away as a Christmas orgasm took her again and again. Drool hung from Mommy's lower lip as Santa fucked her into a stupor, pausing to lick up her saliva when he took a moment to kiss her, his tongue sweeping it up before he slipped it into her mouth to dance with her tongue.

Finally finished with distributing presents, Santa danced nimbly towards the couch, humming "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," as he slowly squatted until Mommy's ass cheeks hit the leather cushions and then he ran his hands along Mommy's legs till he was gripping her by the ankles, spreading her shapely legs wide and then on his knees, Santa really began to really fuck Mommy, making her scream shrilly with each hard and brutal thrust, never going too fast because his immense cock was wedged tightly inside my mother, but giving her the fucking of her life nevertheless. 

Then Santa threw back his head and roared, "HO, HO, HO!" his voice booming so loudly it seemed to make the living room chandelier shake and tinkle, as he rammed his immense cock into Mommy one last time and then she was screaming again and I could see rivulets of his hot semen somehow leaking out of her stuffed cunt, his load making her endure the mother of all orgasms.

Seeing Mommy convulsing lewdly sent me over the edge and I stifled a cry as I began to cum, trying to catch my own impressive load of hot sperm in my cupped hand, astounded that watching my mother getting fucked by Santa Claus could have been such a turn on. I suddenly found myself on my knees, driven there by the intensity of my own orgasm.

Mommy's cries echoed in my ringing ears, her orgasm prolonged when Santa began to slowly worm his still engorged cock out of her well fucked pussy, his cock head exiting with a slight pop to be followed by a gush of thick, whitish semen. I was stunned at the amount of Santa's seed that he'd deposited into Mommy's pussy -- dwarfing what I'd thought was the huge handful of sperm in my cupped hand. I was even more stunned to see Santa again rise to his feet and then carefully reach out and cup the back of Mommy's head and pull it forward to his still large and erect cock, guiding her as she licked him clean.

Mommy mewled with pleasure as she lapped up the ropy strands of his semen and the thick coating of pussy cream that was smeared over his penis. Mommy looked happy, but dazed as she did so...her eyes hooded with sleepy lust as she smiled up at him while her tongue busied itself with lapping up their joined fluids. 




I Saw Mommy Doing Santa Claus



Finally, with Santa's cock clean, Mommy planted a final kiss on the still swollen head and reached down to help Santa pull his snow pants back up. "I wish you could stay longer, Santa," Mommy whispered with a slightly pouting tone to her voice.

Santa grinned and replied, "Me too, Christina, but my time is limited and there are a lot of other naughty little girls I need to see tonight...not to mention all those good little boys and girls waiting for their presents."

Santa Claus pulled Mommy to her feet and planted a final long and passionate kiss on her lips, not seeming to mind the almost frosting like coating of sperm and pussy juices coating her mouth. "Next year, my sweet, little thing." 

He turned as if to go and then chuckled and said, "Oh, I almost forgot." Santa reached into his little bag and threw a pinch of his magic dust at Mommy's tits. The magic dust sparkled and glittered as it fell through the air and landed on Mommy's breasts. My eyes grew wide as I watched my mother's superb tits suddenly lift up a little, firming up and unless my imagination had completely run away with me, growing a little larger.

He slapped Mommy on her naked ass, gave a little "Ho, Ho, Ho," as he pressed a finger to his nose and then was gone in a blur, the fire roaring back to life in the hearth as the grandfather clock resumed ringing out two o'clock.

Mommy sighed and stared into the fireplace with an expression that was both sad and happy while I tried to quietly make it back upstairs, absently smearing the wad of semen in my hand on my pajama leg. I managed to get back inside my room and close the door without making a sound, pleased that I'd gotten away cleanly when a booming voice said, "Only naughty little boys jack off while watching their Mommies getting balled by old Saint Nick!"

I spun around and to my surprise, Santa Claus was sitting on the sill of my bedroom window, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. I had to swallow twice, both fear and shame making me feel like I was choking. Finally, I stammered, "S-S-Santa!"

"Well, you might be a peeping Tom, but you're not stupid," Santa said wryly. "So, John...are you a naughty little boy?"

It did cross my mind to deny everything, but this was Santa and I presumed he did know everything. I slowly nodded and said, "Yes, Santa. I've been naughty."

A smile crept onto the older man's face and he nodded. "Not a liar either, I see." He stood up and crossed the room and clapped me on the shoulder. "Good for you, John, good for you." His hand tightened on my shoulder almost enough to make me wince. "The question now is...what are you going to do now that you've seen your mother fucking and sucking someone who's not your father?"

I was momentarily puzzled by the question. It had never entered my mind to tell on Mommy. I mean, Dad's only response if I was to tell him that would be either smack the shit out of me or haul me off to the state asylum. I answered as honestly as I could, replying, "Um...plan on trying to peek on you and Mommy again next year?"

Santa's smile evolved into a broad grin and then my bedroom was echoing with his merry "Ho, Ho, Ho," before he gathered himself up and said, "Yes, no doubt you are your mother's son!" He patted me on the shoulder and turned and headed back towards the window. Santa turned and said, "You're certainly a naughty boy, John...now, if old Kris Kringle could grant you anything you wanted as a reward, what would it be?"

My reply leapt into my mind, a lewd image of me fucking Mommy, making her scream just as Santa had, but before I could open my mouth, Santa grinned and said, "Just as I would've suspected." He studied me appraisingly for a moment and said, "How old are you now, John?"

I told him and he nodded. "I thought so. Well, just keep being the same naughty and discreet boy you are now, John and who knows, but that some Christmas, your greatest Christmas wish might come true." He winked at me and then as my mouth again fell open, he stepped through the window and then fell upwards. I rushed to the window just in time to see an elongated shadow flash overhead, silhouetted by the full moon and it certainly appeared to be an old Scandinavian sleigh, although the reindeer didn't appear to be tiny but rather were great beasts with huge antlers. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I heard Santa's merry laughter echoing in the night as he faded out of sight.

My sleep was steeped in erotic dreams the rest of the night with images of Santa and Mommy mixing with images of Mommy and myself, leaving me Christmas morning with the stiffest hard-on of my life. I managed to start jerking off before Mommy knocked on my door and told me to "Get downstairs, honey, Santa came last night!"

Mommy's words triggered my climax and it was with a strained voice that I replied, "I'm cumming, Mommy...be right down!" as semen burst from my cock. A few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch, right where Mommy had been vigorously fucked by Santa just hours before. Images of Mommy writhing with pleasure while impaled by Santa's cock combined with my own lust for my mother, conspired to create another painful erection despite just having just ejaculated a load. I took great pains to conceal my hard-on under my pajamas and robe, but I could feel Mommy's gaze on me as I tried hard to act normal. Even dressed again in her unflattering, fluffy robe, Mommy looked amazingly sexy especially with what I would come to think of as her 'just been well fucked' glow.

That was the year I got the nice laptop, which I'd been wanting since school had started. Dad, still looking bleary-eyed with sleep and maybe a little magic Santa dust, just shook his head and said, "Damn, Christina, I just can't figure out how you make our Christmas club money go so far."

Mommy beamed at me as I oohed and ahhed over my new computer and then said, "Santa and I have an understanding," making me moan as I now realized how true her comments were. Just hearing her say it made me nearly shoot another load in my pajamas and Mommy looked at me curiously as I tried to conceal my nearly overwhelming pleasure and arousal. Somehow, I got my act together and didn't blow my secret.

And so it went. Life went on, the next few years passed. Mommy got more gorgeous and sexy as each year passed, her sexy outfits and unintentional teasing keeping me erect most of the time. I got really adept at peeking at her in all sorts of situations -- sunbathing in those ever growing tinier bikinis, showering, and changing clothes. As Mommy got older, she seemed to grow a little more absentminded, leaving doors slightly ajar in all the most opportune situations and then came a bonus as Mommy began practicing yoga to maintain flexibility. I would French kiss the guy who came up with 'Crouching Dog.'

Christmas over the next few years was a young man's pornographic dream as I watched Mommy get fucked in a wide variety of positions -- missionary, cowgirl, doggie style as well as engage in sixty-nine with old Saint Nick, eating his semen as if it were a creamy Christmas dessert while Santa lapped her pussy juice up like a man dying of thirst. Mommy was increasingly more wanton, reveling in her abandon as Santa's secret slut while Dad snored the night away in his easy chair, clueless and content.

Now I would also try and catch Mommy cheating on Dad with other men, hoping to catch her doing the nasty at times other than Christmas, but I never did and I came to realize that Mommy was completely faithful to my father other than being Santa's little whore. As much as it would have been nice to see Mommy in action, it also made her dearer to me.

Still, I know she was horny...that Dad was not seeing to her needs. By the time I turned twenty-one, I would often come home in the afternoon to hear Mommy groaning in her bedroom, the buzz of a vibrator the only other sound. Often she would emerge with a faint echo of that 'glow' on her face, staring at me unashamedly. We never spoke of it, but we both knew that I was aware of her efforts to sate her own needs.

The Christmas of my twenty-first year saw me peeking at Mommy as she greeted Santa in a very scanty green baby-doll negligee that did not quite fall below her crotch, revealing her very wet pussy, swollen labia splitting her luxurious black haired bush. Santa took one look at Mommy's luscious body, her magnificent breasts jutting out against the filmy material, her huge, erect nipples nearly poking holes through the baby-doll and swept the coffee table clean of decorations and laid Mommy down on it and began drilling her with his monstrously large cock.

Santa took his sweet time, taking Mommy to ear splitting screams of orgasm over and over again, her writhing body reducing her silky negligee to torn remnants in mere minutes. The moments between her screams were punctuated by their bodies slapping together, wet, squishing noises as he wormed his immense cock in and out of Mommy's clasping pussy. At one point, Santa looked up and seemed to leer at me in the darkness, an evil grin that somehow seemed still appropriate for the white bearded Kris Kringle.

Santa's climax was signaled as Mommy's arms and legs flailed wildly, her head thrown back, positioning her upside down face to gaze unseeingly at me crouching in the shadows, her eyes glazed over with devastating ecstasy. Mommy's mouth gaped open with wordless pleasure a few minutes later as Santa slowly withdrew from her pussy with a wet, meaty plop. I was somewhat surprised when Santa broke with tradition, tucking his still sperm and pussy covered cock back into his pants. Mommy held out her arms and whimpered, "More...I want more, Santa."

Santa chuckled and slowly shook his head. "Not this year, Christina. I think Missus Claus might like a taste of your sweet sugar cunt."

Mommy struggled up to sit atop of the coffee table, naked except for a few tattered strips of gauzy, green fabric and high heels. She was trying not to pout, even as Santa sprinkled magic dust on her tits. In a slightly insolent tone, she said, "I want more of your fine cock, Santa," reaching out to cup his crotch for emphasis.

"Ho, Ho, Ho. I'm flattered as always, sweet child, but Santa's already running behind tonight, but..." His eyes slid sideways towards me, hiding in the hallway's shadows. "Santa won't leave you unfulfilled, my dear. He reached down and put a finger underneath Mommy's chin, tilting her head upwards to meet his brilliant gaze.

"You're one of my most favorite naughty little girls, Christina, with nary a complaint and I want to reward you. Now, we both know that Bill there does his level best to please you and you've been good about being faithful to him except for Christmas when I suspend the rules...ho, ho, ho."

He paused and then grinned. "Christina, other than Bill and of course, myself, if you could have anyone as your lover, who might it be?"

Mommy actually blushed...surprising me when you consider what a slut she was for Santa. I saw her lips move, but no words emerged as her face continued to grow redder. Santa grinned however and I knew he'd heard her wish and he nodded and said. "Merry Christmas, Christina, I'm making your Christmas wish come true. John, come join us."

Mommy started at my name and then jumped to her feet, hands moving to try and vainly cover her nakedness as I walked out of the shadows, cock in hand, on the verge of orgasm. Mommy's gaze dropped to my waist, her eyes widening as she saw my erection, although it paled in comparison with old Saint Nick's massive member.

"John," Santa began. "Can you guess what your mother's Christmas wish is?"

"Omigod," Mommy murmured, unable to meet my gaze. "I can't fuck my..."

"Would it help to know that your son's greatest Christmas wish for years has been to fuck his sexy Mommy?" Santa said, his voice the very embodiment of merry.

"What!" Mommy's eyes came up to meet mine, filled not only with surprise, but a sudden realization of new possibilities. "No...surely not me..." Her voice died out as she again looked down at my erect cock.

"I want you, Mommy," I said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. "I've wanted to fuck you, Mommy since the first time I got an erection." I hesitated and then plunged on with, "You gave me that first erection, Mommy."

Mommy's hands dropped to her sides as she stared at me with sudden comprehension...all illusions of my behavior over the last several years abandoned even as she replied, "I believe you. I guess I've always known in a way..." Suddenly, my illusions fell away too as I suddenly perceived that many of my moments of opportunity to spy on Mommy had been deliberately done on her part. 

I grinned as I said, "I love you, Mommy!"

Mommy sighed happily as she said softly back, "I love you too, son."

Santa chucked and gathered up his huge bag of gifts and slung it over his shoulders. "And in the end, that's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? Love...love in whatever form one is fortunate enough to find." He turned to go, saying, "Until next Christmas, Christina...John," but paused and turned back, his fingers going back into his bag. "You are each other's present to each other, but allow me to sweeten the moment a little." 

He flicked his fingers towards me and the sparkling, glittering dust floated down over my cock. My whole body seemed to tingle for a second and then I felt my cock grow around my fingers even as Mommy gave out a happy moan. I gazed down in utter shock as I watched my erection grow to a size that rivaled Santa's cock in both length and girth. Santa patted my shoulder and kissed Mommy once on the cheek, whispering into her ear loud enough for me to hear, "Maybe next Christmas, your son and I will have a little three-way with you, Christina."

As Mommy's mouth dropped open in surprise, Santa winked at me and headed towards the fireplace, pausing when he accidentally bumped Dad snoring away in his chair. Dad snorted and sat up, causing the thick book in his lap to fall loudly to the floor.

Santa reacted with those lightning reflexes of his and said to my father as the magic dust fell in brilliant sparkles about his head, "Donald, it won't be bothering you in the least to see your wife and son fucking each other's brains out from now on...in fact, you'll be relieved since it will allow you to focus more on your clients and your golf game."

Just before he disappeared up the chimney, Santa Claus gave us one last loving look and grinned sheepishly. "This is what I love about this time of year. Christmas is so magical!" And then he was gone.

Mommy and I looked at each other and almost like she was hypnotized, her hand reached out to touch and stroke my newly enhanced erection...the slightest touch of her fingers sending great temblors of pleasure through me. "You really want to fuck me, son?" Mommy said.

"I've dreamed about nothing else, Mommy," I replied. "I want to be buried in your hot pussy, morning, noon and night!" My mother's hand tightened around my cock, unable to close her fingers around my pulsating meat stick, but able to pull me to her naked body, rising up on her high heels to kiss me.

I groaned happily as I felt Mommy's tongue slip into my mouth and then we were kissing as only lovers kiss while she stroked my erection and I filled my hands with her huge, firm breasts, nipples throbbing angrily against my palms.

Suddenly, we were both aware of eyes upon us and turned as one to see Dad groggily staring at us, stifling a yawn as he did so. He studied us for a moment and then yawned again. "Merry Christmas, you two," he said with fondness before yawning one more time and settling back into his Christmas sleep.

We both stared with amazement at Dad for a second and then turned to face each other once again. Whether it was my long pent up lust for my mother or a side effect of Santa's magic dust, I was suddenly filled with a nearly animalistic urge to mate with my mother and in her eyes, my incestuous hunger was reflected and we again were kissing, my hands coming down to cup Mommy's firm butt cheeks and then lifting her up, her legs encircling mine, sliding up until she was crossing ankles above my own ass.

As I lifted Mommy up, I could feel her body sliding deliciously along mine...along my long, thick cock trapped between our bodies, her skin, her silky pubic hair and her wet, slick cunt all feeling so good as I lifted her upwards and then my huge cock head was wedged between Mommy's blood swollen labia and her eyes were widening as we stood on the edge of becoming so much more than just mother and son.

"Merry Christmas, Mommy. I love you!" I moaned as I slowly let her descend, her own weight impaling her on my massive fuck pole. 

"Merry Christmas, John, "Mommy panted in reply. "I lov -- OH...F-F-FUCKKKK!" Mommy's voice went from aroused but calm to a passionate scream of pleasure in the space of a heartbeat as suddenly her tight pussy was being assaulted by a massive log of cock flesh. "FUCKMEEEEEEE, OH JOHN! OH, SON, FUCKKKK MEEEE!"

Mommy became a wildly flailing handful of ecstatic woman in my hands, her gyrations forcing more of her down onto my hard penis which in turn escalated her pleasure as she reacted to having her pussy crammed with her son's cock. I let her firm butt cheeks slip from my grasp, leaving gravity and her own weight to finish the work for me, marveling that my mother was firmly suspended on my erection which was more than equal to the task of holding the weight of her luscious, sexy body.

I ducked my head and wrapped my lips around a huge, engorged nipple, nipping it with my teeth before beginning to suck her large tit while she clawed at my shoulders, shredding my pajama top with her long fingernails as my cock burrowed up into her womb. I felt impossibly huge and Mommy felt impossibly tight and I was as close to cumming without actually doing so as possibly. Part of me wondered as I fluttered my tongue over her rubbery knob, if my suddenly powerful sense of control was part of Santa's magic too.

Mommy's pussy felt so incredibly hot and slick, pulsating with a power...a life of its own, massaging my swollen penis even as I filled every centimeter of space within her motherly cunt -- our genitals so tightly joined together that they could scarcely move. I felt massively huge inside my mother's pussy, bigger than should have been possible. I knew instinctively that it was Santa's Christmas magic at work, that no matter how huge I was, I couldn't hurt my mother, but would be accommodated inside her perfectly.

I flexed my cock, feeling it shift ever so slightly inside her as she swooned, her head falling back, throwing her breasts upward as she moaned wordlessly. I began to walk about the room, inspecting the presents Santa had brought us with Mommy suspended on my cock, recalling images of her being impaled on the jolly old elf's penis the first time I had spied on them.

Each step I took sent Mommy plunging deeper into the swirling, raging river of incestuous pleasure as my cock jolted her pussy with its length and girth, making it contract around my shaft even tighter. Every movement I made triggered such intense pleasure that one might have wept with joy if not already crying out with sheer sexual delight.

I fucked my Mommy all over the living room, fucking her as we walked around the brilliantly lit Christmas tree, fucking her on the coffee table, fucking her against the wall -- pinning her against the floral wallpaper as I thrust into her again and again. I even fucked my mother as we sat on the arm of Dad's easy chair, Mommy's body lurching back and forth as she tried to hunch her pussy up and down on my massive hard-on.

Mommy was nearly insensible from countless orgasms when finally I laid her back on the sofa, our naked bodies making odd, scuffing noises as our sweaty bodies moved across the leather cushions and then, lying between Mommy's legs, I thrust as hard and as quick as I could into her tight cunt until I could stand it no longer and with a roar that would rival a rutting panther's, came in a torrent of thick, hot semen inside my mother's cunt.




I Saw Mommy Doing Santa Claus



It seemed like I pumped Mommy full of my jizzum for an hour before my balls were emptied, our mixed juices oozing out of Mommy's cock filled pussy as we whispered "Merry Christmas" and "I love you," to each other before falling asleep.

In the morning light of Christmas morning, we were awakened by Dad's sleepy voice, murmuring, "Up and at them, you two, Santa came last night."

Mommy and I opened our eyes and gazed lovingly at each other, Mommy already moaning as my still hard and massive erection throbbed inside her. "Santa wasn't the only one," Mommy murmured, her fingers slowly running over my face, pausing only as I kissed each digit, sucking gently on them.

Christmas was weird...good, but weird. Mommy and I opened presents along with Dad, him oblivious and accepting of the fact that we were naked and that Mommy was on my lap, my cock buried deep inside her. Dad seemed not to mind waiting as time and time again, we had to pause in opening presents to let Mommy convulse and writhe in orgasm. 

The magic of Christmas seemed to last all through Christmas day and well into the 26th of December as Mommy remained joined to me at the crotch all that time. When I at last slid out of her, Mommy nearly collapsed into a babbling mass of well fucked woman, sleeping in my bed, her leg draped across my thigh while her hand possessively held onto my still magically enhanced penis.

As we were to discover to our mutual joy and pleasure, Santa's Christmas present was indeed the gift that kept on giving. There was never a day over the coming year that didn't see Mommy and I madly fucking each other. I had my Santa enhanced cock buried in her in every room in the house, fucking her when we were alone and when Dad was around. He'd smile at us as if we were working on a crossword table at the kitchen table instead of me having Mommy on her hands and knees, faces scrunched up in incestuous ecstasy as I plowed my massive cock in and out of her ever tight cunt. 

Many was the night as we watched television that Mommy would curl up next to me and suck my cock, barely able to get her lips around it, yet somehow always able to deep throat my long, thick meat, enjoying my hot and creamy loads of semen like a yummy snack...often sitting there with my cum dripping off her chin and onto her massive quivering tits while I slipped between her legs and licked her sweet pussy till she was sobbing with pleasure too intense to be long endured.

It brought Mommy and I closer than I would have imagined and made us both realize that the lusty feelings we'd concealed from each other were not wrong and that the greatest gift that Santa had actually given us was to be able to come together and as mother and son lovers, simply bring more love into a world that will sadly, never have enough.

The following Christmas Eve passed into early Christmas morning and Santa's return to our happy home found me on my back next to the Christmas tree and Mommy riding my cock, her gorged cunt sliding minutely around my throbbing cock, Mommy moaning loudly into my mouth, her body slick with fuck sweat, making her heavy tits rub deliciously over my chest. There was suddenly that change of air pressure that signaled the jolly old Elf's arrival, followed by his familiar, "HO, HO, HO!"

Mommy broke the kiss and looked over her shoulder to see Santa grinning lewdly at her. "Nothing warms my old heart or makes my cock harder than to see a loving family," Santa declared. A big grin split his snow white beard and he waggled his frosted eyebrows at us and added, "Or maybe that should be to 'see a family loving each other'." As he spoke, he'd dropped his sack full of toys and gifts and then dropped his snowpants, unleashing his monstrous cock.

"John, my boy -- your mother looks like she's never been happier." 

Mommy shuddered as I flexed my hips and thrust a little deeper inside her. In a guttural voice, laced with lusty and lewd passion, Mommy replied, "I'm wonderful, Santa. I've never known such constant pleasure."

Santa shuffled over behind her and agilely dropped to his knees, his long and erect penis brushing up against Mommy's ass cheeks. "Never seen pleasure that couldn't be increased, Christina," Santa said with mirth in his voice. "John, reach out and grab your Mommy's ass and spread those sweet cheeks."

Mommy gasped in shock as she realized what Santa had in mind. "Omigod, Santa...when you said last year that we might have a three-way...OMIGOD!"

I sank fingers into Mommy's firm butt cheeks and spread her ass wide and her pearl of an asshole must have been pleasing to Santa's eyes because a naughty gleam grew in them and he said, "Don't be afraid, my little sweetheart. Surely, you know by now that Santa's very good in getting in through back doors!"

I felt Mommy stiffen as Santa pressed forward and her eyes widened as he must have pressed his cock against her anus. She dropped her head back down to press her lips against mine, her tongue spearing into my mouth and swirling around mine in a frenzy. Then Santa must have thrust forward, because Mommy was screaming into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders as old Saint Nick pierced her sphincter and began to ram his massive cock into her asshole.

Mommy collapsed atop me, her body suddenly limp and helpless as she was now impaled on two massive cocks in her pussy and asshole. In the thin sheath of flesh that separated my cock and Santa's, I could feel his massive, carnal candy cane sliding inside my mother who was already stuffed with her son's hugely swollen penis. Santa's magic had to be in play otherwise, I'm sure Mommy would have been torn apart. Instead, she was now swept away in a veritable storm of orgasmic pleasure, nearly rendered senseless in an onslaught of carnal yuletide ecstasy.

Mommy was so packed with cock, that none of us could move much, but every fraction of motion created pleasure unlike anything any of us (except I suspect for Santa), had ever experienced...Mommy most of all. Conscious thought dissipated into something akin to animal lust as we became one organism caught up in pursuing, capturing and maintaining absolute pleasure. The room reeked of sweat and pussy and pheromones and echoed with our pants, sighs and moans, Mommy's voice becoming hoarse and whispery as her screams of pleasure rendered her nearly voiceless.

In the end, Mommy was convulsing in something akin to a carnal epileptic seizure, orgasm building on orgasm, rising and rising, becoming something almost too great to be contained by any mortal. I burrowed that last sweet fraction of an inch and began to cum, flooding Mommy's womb with hot, baby-making semen, triggering her most intense orgasm yet which in turn seemed to set off Santa's climax, his laughter shaking the room's chandelier and making the Christmas tree's glass ornaments tinkle.

Santa's hot jizzum spilled into Mommy's bowels, escalating her orgasm to even newer heights and she seemed to slip into a state somewhere between conscious and unconscious, her pelvis hunching hungrily as the rest of her body lost control under the onslaught of pure ecstasy.

I knew Mommy was close to blacking out and even I was quivering with more pleasure than I could ever imagined and I happily surrendered to the approaching carnal oblivion, my last conscious thoughts being of the sheer joy of having Mommy's body squirming atop mine and feeling her slick cunt walls wrapped so tight around my throbbing cock and Santa's lusty voice crying out as he plowed his cock into Mommy's ass, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"

To Everyone at Literotica, A VERY, MERRY CHRISTMAS (BELATED AS IT IS)! 



I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus



Ever since I was a little girl, Christmas time has been my favorite time of year. But now I was a grown woman. I was home for the holidays on winter break from college. It was so great to see Paul, my high school sweetheart, after 4 months of being apart. Although we'd been dating for over two years, I was still a virgin and I intended to stay that way until we got married. Paul was okay with it though. In fact, he was so in love with me that he always said he had no problem waiting to have sex until I was ready.

Paul was here with us tonight on Christmas Eve, helping me, Mommy, and Daddy trim the tree. (And by the way, yes I know it's childish that I still call my parents "Mommy and Daddy". But I've just never grown out of it, and honestly they find it ever so adorable.) 

I love Christmas Eve just as much as I love Christmas Day because December 24th is my birthday. I LOVE getting presents two days in a row. And what made this year extra special was that I had finally turned 18!

We were all having a blast, trimming the tree, dancing around to Christmas music. I could tell my parents were pretty plastered from the rum-spiked eggnog they'd been drinking. At one point, I saw my Mom sneak a glass to Paul, who covertly accepted it and downed it before my Dad could notice. 

My Mom and Paul had a great mother-boyfriend relationship. Mommy simply adored Paul, and he thought she was the coolest mom in town. She even let him call her Brooke. I had a sneaking suspicion that Paul also liked my Mother for other reasons. Even at the age of 39, she's extremely attractive. She has a gorgeous face, framed by a sophisticated hairstyle that most moms her age wouldn't DARE try to pull off. She has a slightly Rubenesque body (that's a big word I learned in my Freshman Art History class). And her body shape TOTALLY works for her. She's got full plump breasts and a perfectly ample backside (which is fashionably "in" these days – you know, what they call a "J-Lo butt".)

One time about a year ago, Paul told me some things that his buddies had said about my Mother. Something to the effect of "they wouldn't mind having some fun with her sexy, fuck-able body". And they had described her as a "raven-haired dick tease with come-fuck-me eyes and BIG, beautiful tits". I became very cross with Paul at that moment. I told him it was sick his friends were speaking about my Mother like that, and he should tell them to keep their mouths shut. He never mentioned his friends' comments again, although I'm sure the comments didn't stop.

Anyway, while we were trimming the tree, there were a few times I would catch Mommy touching Paul's arm. It was innocent enough, I suppose. You know, he'd make a funny joke then she'd laugh and touch his arm. But sometimes she'd let her hand settle on his bicep just a little bit too long. But whatever, I just assumed she'd become a little tipsy from all the eggnog. 

When Paul and I said goodnight on the front porch this Christmas Eve, he held my body really close to his. He told me how much he'd missed me while I was away at school. His pelvis was right against mine, and I could feel how aroused he was. He leaned in to kiss me. I felt his tongue rush into my mouth with a sexual hunger. It was warm and wet, and the texture of it felt SO good as it massaged my tongue. 

After a few moments, he pulled away. I still had my eyes closed and he laughed at my naiveté as he usually did after we french kissed. 

"Happy 18th Birthday, Tina," he breathed warmly into my ear. "And Merry Christmas."

I don't know if it had something to do with turning 18, but for the first time in my life I felt like a woman. Like I might want to do something more with Paul rather than just hold hands and kiss each other goodnight.

At 11 o'clock, I kissed Mommy and Daddy goodnight, thanked them for the birthday gifts, and even made a sassy remark that I couldn't wait to see what Santa would bring me. They giggled and my Dad gave me a playful swat on the butt. I went to bed childishly hoping that sugarplums (whatever they were) would dance in my head. What a great life I have, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

...

I was having the most AMAZING dream. It was broad daylight and Paul was in my bed – naked! He was climbing on top of me. I looked down at my body to see I was naked too. I looked between my firm teenage tits and then over my perfectly shaven pubic mound. I could see Paul was hoisting his huge penis to meet my wet pussy lips. I felt the head of his snake kiss the entrance of my womanhood. 

"Oh my God, Paul - you're so BIG," I shuddered. 

"This might hurt, Tina," he said bluntly without looking at me. 

"Are you going to make me a woman now?" I whispered. 

"You shouldn't have made me wait for this, Tina," Paul said in a rather disturbing monotone, "I'll have to fuck you very hard now." 

"I'm sorry, Paul," I pleaded, "but I'm ready now – I love you." 

Finally Paul looked into my eyes. But something was wrong.

"That's nice baby," he said. "But I think I've changed my mind. I don't think I'll fuck you just yet. Now it's YOUR turn to wait."

He lifted his body off of mine and climbed out of bed.

"No, Paul, DON'T! I want to! I really want to this time!"

"Sorry," he said not even looking at me while he slid his pants back on. "But I think it would be best if you wake up now." 

"Paul, where are you going?!" I screamed. "I want you to make love to me!"

But he just stared at me like a zombie and said, "Just wake up, Tina. Someone's in your house."

...

Suddenly my eyes popped open. It was pitch black in my room. My heart was pounding and I was still panting heavily from the sexual tension in my dream. Oh why did I have to wake up? Paul was just about to take my virginity...and I really wanted to know what that felt like.

I sighed, unable to get the image of Paul's large penis out of my head. Was he really THAT big in real life? I desperately wanted to find out. 

The house seemed quiet for several minutes. But then I heard something. Something like...sleigh bells jingling. Where the hell was that coming from? I looked at my alarm clock. 2:32 AM. It was WAY too late for Mommy and Daddy to still be awake. Oh my God, I thought, someone IS in the house!

I climbed out of bed quietly. The cold air hit me and instantly turned my nipples so hard they tried to poke right through the fabric of my white lace teddy. (Or well, maybe they were already rock hard from the dream I just had.)

I heard the faint sound of bells jingling again, followed by muffled giggling. I opened my bedroom door slowly.

"Daddy?" I whispered out into the dark hallway. "Is that you?"

But there was no reply.

"Mommy? Are you there?"

Silence.

I crept out of my bedroom and down the hall. I saw that the door to my parents' room was open. I poked my head inside and saw Daddy in bed alone, drunkenly snoring. That's weird, I thought, where the hell is my Mother?

I heard the bells jingling again – very lightly, but you could definitely hear them. I tiptoed down the hall. When I got to the stairwell I could hear a reserved, yet hearty, laugh. There was no way it was my Mom – there was a MAN in the house! 

With my curiosity getting the best of me, I descended the staircase oh so quietly until I came to a spot where I could peek into the living room.

The lights from the Christmas tree threw a rather mysterious glow on the otherwise darkened room, but I could see well enough. The first thing that caught my eye was my Mother. She was standing in front of the fireplace dancing very slowly, very seductively – the same way a stripper would! 

She was wearing a red, velvety, low-cut top, with white furry trim. It looked like something a call girl would wear on Christmas! Her long line of cleavage looked so alluring as her voluptuous breasts practically begged to be unleashed.

She looked extremely depraved as she swayed back and forth to a sexy rendition of "Santa Baby" which played lowly in the background. Then she turned around to show off her backside. She continued to enticingly grind her hips as if she were humping something invisible beneath her. Slowly, she bent over and touched her ankles. She was wearing a rather lewd pair of hot-red panties with the word VIXEN stitched across the crack of her ass.

"What is she DOING?" I whispered to myself.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes so I could see better. I knew I had caught Mommy in a very private moment and it was wrong to spy on her, but I needed to know what this was all about. 

Mommy continued to dance as she grabbed a hold of her top with both hands. She ferociously tore it open – buttons flying everywhere. Her tits literally leaped out and jiggled, happy to be freed. She let the top fall to the floor and then she stuck her hand down the front of her panties. Beneath the fabric, you could see two fingers working on her clit slowly. 

"Oooh, I'm all wet, Santa," she said with a lusty look in her eyes. Then she withdrew the fingers from her panties and placed them in her mouth. "Oooh, and this pussy tastes sooo good."

Who in God's name was she talking to?! 

"Uh-huh-huh-ho," came a gruff laugh from the corner of the room.

Holy SHIT, I thought, there IS a man in the house! And my Mother's STRIPPING in front of him!

Mommy slid the panties off her body. Her pussy wasn't shaved clean like mine, but she did keep it trimmed nice and neat. I could see juices glistening on her enormous pussy lips, which hung down daintily from between her legs.

I can't believe this, I thought. I'm going to watch my Mommy have sex! And it's not even going to be with Daddy!!

My Mother walked over to the corner of the room completely naked, so confident in her raw sexuality. I had to scoot my butt down three stairs to see the strange man in the corner. This meant if I wasn't quiet I could be spotted a lot easier, but I'd take the risk. For some insane reason I really wanted to see my Mother get fucked. 

When I got further down the stairs, my eyes almost popped out of my head. There was a huge man dressed in a Santa Claus suit sitting in my Daddy's armchair. He looked very old with his big bulbous red nose and rosy cheeks. But at the same time, the eyes behind his tiny bifocals were filled with gleeful youth (which was probably from the tantalizing sight of my naked slut Mother standing in front of him!)

Mommy bent over and began to run her fingers through his thick white beard, letting him get a close-up view of her mammoth breasts. Then she knelt down in front of him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. It was then I noticed the gigantic penis that was sticking out of a little flap in the front of his wooly red pants. My God, I thought, that's bigger than the penis Paul had in my dream!

Mommy slowly wrapped a hand around the huge prick and began teasing it with her fingertips. Her tongue flickered like a snake's, tapping on the head of the cock then traveling down to the shaft. Then she licked it all up and down in long slow strokes, getting it all nice and shiny. By the light of the Christmas tree, it looked all succulent and yummy. 

"I've been a naughty girl this year, Santa," Mommy cooed, while jacking off his greasy cock in her fist. 

"Well then, Brooke, I don't know if I'll be able to give you any presents this year," said Santa. "Why don't you tell me what you did, and I'll see how naughty you've really been."

"Well Santa, let's see. This year I've fucked my husband's friend MANY times. I've let him do things to me that I've NEVER allowed my husband to do."

Santa raised a bushy white eyebrow. "Such as?"

"I let him fuck me...up the ass, Santa."

"And how many times did you allow THAT to happen?"

"Oh MANY times, Santa. So many times that my asshole won't even fully close up anymore."

"My oh my."

"But that's not even the worst thing I've done, Santa."

"Oh no, my child?"

"No Santa, the most depraved thing I did this year was seduce my daughter's boyfriend while she was away at college. He's only 18, Santa, but he has the most marvelous cock! So BIG...so virile. It's NEVER limp as you can imagine since he's only 18. Oh, and it shoots wads and WADS of cum. And it tastes so delicious, Santa. After he erupts in my mouth, I savor it on my tongue for as long as I can. Then I drink it all down and I digest it, Santa. Swallowing all that hot creamy cum from an 18-year-old boy...oh it's like gulping down a big, thick, delicious helping of eggnog." 

I could not believe my ears!! Paul was fucking MY MOTHER?! Cumming in HER MOUTH?! And my Mother was LOVING IT?!

"That is naughty, my child," said Santa with a look of rapture on his plump old face as my Mommy continued to stroke and suck his big cock. "Having relations with your daughter's boyfriend? You should be ashamed of yourself. I'm sure your daughter would be hurt if she knew."

"Serves her right honestly," scoffed my Mother. "Paul's told me she won't let him do anything more than french kiss her. An 18-year-old boy needs a release, Santa. And if my daughter's not going to give it to him, then I will. And oh God, he does make me cum so hard – again and again and again. There's nothing quite like an 18-year-old cock."

"Is that so, Brooke?"

"Yes Santa, except for one thing."

"And what's that, my dear?"

"YOUR cock! So FUCK ME with this yule log now that I've made it all big and hard and wet!"

I watched my Mommy climb onto Santa's lap. His pink meaty cock was there one minute, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into my Mother's furry cooze.

"Oh FUCK ME, SANTA CLAUS," my Mother moaned while bouncing up and down onto his cock. 

I could see the thin membrane from her vaginal innards gripping onto Santa's thick shaft every time she rose up off his lap. Her ass cheeks were covered in sweat as they slapped up and down to the rhythm of their fucking. 

God, I was getting turned on watching my Mom. This was so wrong. But yet it was way more wrong that she was fucking a stranger in a Santa suit while Daddy slept unknowingly upstairs. And it was way, WAY more wrong that she'd been fucking MY BOYFRIEND and God knows how many other men in our town!

"Oh I love cock, Santa," my Mother panted, riding the fat old man. "Thank you so much for fucking me...oh and thank you for the 10-inch dildo last year!"

"You're quite welcome, sweet Brooke," he said before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

She started grinding her ass onto his lap. Santa's entire cock was now all the way up inside Mommy's cunt. She wiggled back and forth, enjoying it as it stretched the walls of her pussy. 

"Ummm," she groaned. "And thank you, Santa, for the anal beads the year before last. I love stuffing them up my ass while I fuck my twat with that big dildo!"

"My pleasure, Brooke dear."

"Oh Santa Claus, I'm going to cum all over that big fat jolly cock of yours. Oh dear, here we go...AHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Santa clamped one of his big black mittens over Mommy's mouth to keep her screams from waking Daddy (and the rest of the neighborhood!).

As I watched Mommy's body shake in sexual spasms on Santa's lap, I realized I was touching myself. One hand was stuffed deep into my panties toying with my slimy clit. My other hand had crawled into my teddy and was taking turns tweaking my right and left nipples.

Slowly, my Mother's orgasm wore off and she collapsed onto Santa.

"Oh Santa, I'm the biggest whore in the neighborhood, aren't I?" she panted.

"Yes Brooke, but that's why I give you the most presents," he chuckled.

I was strumming my clit really hard and fast now. Would she keep fucking him after she caught her breath? I wanted to see more fucking as I made myself cum!

But then suddenly, there was a noise on the roof. It sounded like...someone was walking around up there! I stopped playing with myself and stood still, unsure what was happening. Then there was a clattering in the fireplace – an echo of some sort. It sounded like birds chirping. The sound was coming closer. I could start to make out words, but they were spoken in a high-pitched voice.

"Look out you idiot!" the voice shrieked. Whatever it was, it was coming DOWN THE CHIMNEY! 

There was a dull thud as a tiny person landed at the bottom of the chimney and into the fireplace. 

"Ouch!" he squealed.

Then, out of nowhere, another tiny person landed on top of the first.

"Yikes! That smarts!" he cried.

And finally a third tiny person fell onto the pile of the other two.

"Whoopee! That was a fun ride!" he yelped.

They hopped out of the fireplace and dusted the soot off their clothes, snickering all the while. They were dressed in green velvet vests, with green tights, and they had pointed caps on their heads and green felt shoes on their feet. And their EARS – my God, their ears were POINTY! Each of them stood no taller than 3 feet high!!

This cannot be happening, I thought as I ceased touching my private parts out of pure shock. I pulled my hand from my panties, and stared at the unfolding scene totally astonished.

I thought my Mommy would scream, but instead she had a devilish grin on her face, as if the fact that three fucking elves had emerged from our chimney was a good thing.

"Now I told you boys," said Santa in a scolding tone, "to stay at the North Pole with Mrs. Claus. You shouldn't be stowing away in the back of my sleigh like a bunch of Sneaky Petes!"

They just stood there giggling wickedly while staring at my Mother's naked, sweaty body as she lingered on Santa's lap.

"Now what would Mrs. Claus say if she knew how bad you boys have been?" said Santa shaking his head in disgust.

One of the elves spoke up in his high-pitched voice. "I think Mrs. Claus would be even angrier if she knew how bad YOU'RE being, Santa."

The old man coughed nervously. "Oh you are such bad little elves." 

"Don't worry, Santa," said one of the elves stepping up to my Mommy and squeezing her nipple nice and hard causing her to yip like a puppy dog. "We won't say anything to Mrs. C. as long as we get to join in the fun."

"Very well," Santa conceded. "Now Brooke," he said looking into my Mommy's big beautiful brown eyes, "the boys here are going to ravage you. I want you to be a good girl and let them use your body however they want to."

My Mommy stuck the tip of her index finger into her mouth and sucked it playfully. "Yes Santa," she said like an innocent little schoolgirl about to turn very naughty, "I'll let them do whatever they want to me."

The three elves pulled my Mommy off Santa's lap and laid her on the couch. Their bodies were small, but apparently they were stronger than they looked. Plus Mommy wasn't really putting up a fight. 

They began pulling their clothes off, rudely smacking Mommy's big fat tits, sticking their little fists into her used cunt.

"Oh yes, I've always wanted to be gangbanged by ELVES!" she gasped as her eyed rolled back into her head.

This cannot be real, I thought to myself as I uncontrollably pulled down my panties and mashed my sticky swollen clit into one of the varnished-wood balusters on the staircase.

One elf climbed on top of my Mommy's body. His face only came up to her breasts, which allowed him perfect access to bite and suck her swollen nipples. I watched his little 4-inch elf cock jab its way into her soaking wet snatch. 

"Yes, fuck her," I whispered to myself as I humped the baluster harder. "Fuck my slutty Mommy!"

The two other naked elves jumped onto the couch. I thought one was going to make Mommy suck his prick, but instead he turned around and sat right on her face. "Lick my fudge-hole!" he ordered her. 

"Uhnnnghh," she groaned as his little ass smothered her. The other elf had pulled two of my Mom's toes apart so he could squeeze his little cock between them. He started rubbing her sweaty foot back and forth on his stubby shaft. 




I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus



Starring Christmasy massively-mammaried minx Hilda Humper and her holiday-inspired twelve-inch titanically-dicked son Henry Humper in:

"I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus" Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur Edited by Victor C. Nathan

"Jiggly balls! Jiggly balls! Uhhh, uhhh, fuck! Jiggly as you thrust! Ohhh! Oh, what fun it is to fuck as you play with my big bust!" Hilda Humper sang, naked on her back as her dangerously large titties flopped up and down on her body while the mall Santa worked, while he literally jammed his long prick in and out of her vagina, both of her legs bent and up in the air. "Come on, Santa! Ohhhh, that's the way to fuck me! Hump my pussy and make my boobs bounce! Ohhhhhh, shiiiittt, yeeeaaaahhh! Fuck me like you just found a big-tittied elf you got lucky with!"

"Oh, Miss Humper," the mall Santa, who was named Joe groaned as he pounded and plunged inside her long tunnel of pussy and occasionally cupped one of her knockers. "I've never seen any elf with tits as big as yours! Ohhhh, yeah! How does that feel?"

"Like Santa's planting the North Pole right up my cunny!" she swooned, fingering her moist nub as he pummeled her huge-breasted, huge-bubble-assed body like a dream. "I hope those kids at the mall won't miss you too much! Tee hee hee! But who cares about ankle-biters when you can get fucked, right, Kris fucking Kringle?"

"I'm sure they do miss me, Miss Humper," the mall Santa answered earnestly as he thrust in and out of her love canal a few more times. "I had better get back there soon before they find out I'm gone and fire me."

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled, wrapping her legs tightly around Joe's torso and crossing her ankles behind his back. "Let the little bastards wait. I don't give a shit. What's more important, my orgasm or those little snot-nosed greedy brats telling you what they want for Christmas?"

"Ohhhh, don't tempt me to stay longer, Miss Humper," Joe managed, capturing one of her bouncing breasts by the nipple and areola and latching on like a hungry man at a buffet. "You don't want me to lose my job, do you?"

"No, Santa, but little Hildy has Santa's weeeee weeeeee on her Christmas list," Hilda swooned as Joe jacked his cock up and down athwart her, making a squishing sound as his manhood worked her natural juices in and out of her pussy and caused her bazoom bouncers to careen around like fucking crazy. "Doesn't Santa always try to make sure little girls get the gifts they want for Christmas, even the ones on his naughty list? Ohhhh, yeah, fuck me!"

"Ha ha!" the mall Santa laughed, finally planting the full length of his sausage of a wiener balls deep in his bust-gifted lover as the semen streamed out of him at last. "Aaaaaahhhh, that feels good, Miss Humper! But you are no 'little girl', ma'am. There is nothing little about you except the size of your waist. But you are definitely very naughty."

Hilda too orgasmed and then they were done. As she helped Joe get back into his Santa suit for work, she toyed with his penis and kept shoving her horny headlights against various parts of his body. It was then that Hilda heard the front door downstairs open and then abruptly slam shut.

"Mom, I'm fuckin' home and I'm as horny as shit!" her son Henry yelled unashamedly as he strode into the house.

"Wow, you fuck your son too?" Santa Joe looked at her as she zipped up the fly of his red pants and cupped his pecker and sack, the one not filled with toys as she rubbed her glorious naked tits against his stomach.

"Oh, Joe, I fuck anything with a penis attached to it, baby," Hilda informed him unashamedly as he got in one last lascivious grope of her inflated chest. "Now you better go be merry and quit thinking about your elfhood now. We can take care of your big candy cane again after Christmas. I put my phone number in your pants pocket, you dirty horny fucking Santa."

"I had fun, Miss Humper. Can we do this again sometime?" Joe inquired sincerely as he still gawked at her big bouncy boobs. "I mean, it's not every day that someone like me gets to meet a hot, horny woman like you, he he. Especially not a hot, horny woman with a rack as big as yours."

"Tee hee hee, Santa," Hilda responded sweetly as she pushed her boobs aside momentarily while she leaned over to put her shorts back on. "Anytime, sweetie pie."

Hilda walked out of her bedroom with Santa, wearing only her shorts, her ponderous, pendulous flesh puppies swaying wildly with every step, bouncing up towards her face and down again to hit her chest, making a loud slapping noise.

"Hey, Mom," Henry greeted his heavily-titted mother as he met them halfway up the staircase. "Who's your new friend?"

"Henry, sweetie," Hilda replied politely as her bazooms bobbed with every step. "This is the mall Santa, Joe. Joe, this is my son, Henry."

"Hey, Santa," Henry said in an amused voice, looking at his mom's amazon melon knockers knock into each other as he tried to hold in a snicker. "Looks like ol' Saint Nick just got some pussy, huh? Did you come down the chimney or just in her? Ha ha ha!"

"Nice meetin' you," Joe managed with a little embarrassment, glancing back for one more eyeful of her honeydew honkers as he reached the door. "But Henry, man, I don't blame you for going to bed with your mom. I mean, if I had a mom with boobs that big, I would bang her till she rattled, conventions be damned."

"You got that right, Joe," Henry agreed, moving towards his mother and squeezing both of her round buoyant boats of titmeat without shame. "But give her a call when you need to get some, okay? Mom's pussy is a fun place to put your wee wee, as you just found out, I' m sure. Have a good one."

"You too, Henry, and Hilda, it was wonderful poking, er, I mean meeting you," Joe stammered, donning his Santa cap and then darting out the door.

"Mommy's fucking Santa! Mommy's fucking Santa!" the eighteen-year-old male Humper sang annoyingly to his mother as he smacked her proud mams in turn.

"Alright, Mom," Henry said with a low chuckle as he pawed at her ample assets with his large hands. "How on earth did you end up fucking the mall Santa? I thought you were trying to get your last minute Christmas shopping done."

"Well, tee hee hee, Henry," Hilda giggled girlishly as she placed her hands on her chest plumpers and juggled them up and down. "I was shopping for a few hours when I walked past the Santa's Village they have set up out there at Rosewood Mall and saw Santa sitting there with a bunch of little kiddies lining up to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. I figured I'd give him my list too, ya know? I mean, if the kids can tell him what they really want, then why can't I? Anyway, I got to the head of the line, sat down on the big guy's lap and his eyes nearly bugged right out of his head when he stole a look at my knockers, tee hee. So I leaned up really close, pushed these big babies of mine right up into his face and whispered my wish list right into his ear, tee hee. You should have seen how red he turned. It was a naughty motherfucking wish list too, sex toys and whatnot! It was just too fucking funny, but I guess ya had to be there. Plus, I did get all the gifts I needed for Christmas, and we can open some of those fuckers tonight."

"Well, you just gave Santa a good rogering," Henry said huskily, leaning in to kiss her bare neck and to pinch and grope her bare but firm gobs of gazonga globe as his crotch rubbed against her body. "How about a little you and me?"

"A little you and me what?" Hilda told her boy with a laugh, her little pair of shorts hugging her big ass while her wobbling monstrous boobs and the rest of her were so liberated and blessedly nude. "Awwww, does baby want Mommy to give him the Santa treatment? Awwwww, that is so ceeeuuuuteee, little baby boy."

"Not half as cute as you look in that little tiny pair of jogging shorts," he replied, kissing each of her expansive areolas in turn. "Or as cute as those ridiculously large tankers of yours look all naked as a jay bird on Christmas Eve."

"But Henry," Hilda said with a deep sigh, her bodacious boobage jutting out provocatively in front of her, causing Henry's trouser snake to leap with anticipation inside his Levi jeans and Fruit of the Loom underwear. "It's Christmas Eve, baby. I have to get all these presents wrapped and under the tree. I have to get the food ready for tomorrow and then I have to clean up before Granny June and Grandpa Ward arrive tomorrow morning. I can't take the time to play with wee wee right now. Can't you take him into your room and shove that old Chelsea Charms video into the machine?"

"Awww, but, Mom," Henry whined, lowering his head to suckle one of her pert pink nipples as his hand strayed in the direction of her pubic bone, rubbing her private area salaciously through the thin fabric of her shorts. "I don't want Chelsea Charms, Mom. Her boobs look too fake. I want your boobs, cause they look real."

"They are real, baby. Tee hee. Every fucking inch of my fleshy boobs are real," Hilda told him sweetly, drumming her little fingers on the inflated crotch of his blue jeans. "It's just that I have so much to do to get ready for tonight."

But sure enough...........

"Oh, baby boy, that thing looks so swollen," the busty Humper observed, lying on her back still wearing only her shorts as she rubbed a whole handful of lotion into her skin, slathering it back and forth between her J-cupped gems, getting it slippery down where the cleavage got deep. "That's one mean looking Christmas erection, Sugar Wean. Oh, shit, but it's swollen up, Henry. So big and thick and long and ready to get slippy and slidey."

"Are you ready, Mommy?" Henry asked anxiously as he jammed his now fully tumescent organ between her gigantic globes, seeing himself disappear within the deep canyon of her cleavage until his entire organ was gone from his view, surrounded on all sides by the soft, smooth and slippery flesh of her marvelous mammaries, his finely down-covered testicles slapping at her taut abdomen as he began to move up and down within the firm grasp of her slickly lubricated cleavage cunny. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" His fertile fuckstick foraged in her deep, dark cleavage, running into Hilda's tongue as she jutted it out to lavish oral attention on the apple head of his pee wee as it briefly appeared at the top of the canyon. There was a distinct noise, a sloshing, waterfall kind of noise as he worked it vigorously, traveling up and down the corridor between her two roomy flesh pillows, almost as though he were a child again, enjoying a ride on the Slip-n-Slide that Hilda had bought for Henry and Harriet when they were little.

The entire twelve inches of Henry's hose of a horsecock penetrated Hilda's bare chest, horizontally touching the place between her two bounty bazooms as she gripped her cute cans with both hands and curled them around his long trunk to make the slide, though slippery and noisy and fun, a tight one.

"Slippy Mommy your sticky, tee hee hee!" Hilda tittered as he plowed her topsy swervy titters at that moment. "Slidey Mommy your mansy meat stick, tee hee! Oh, it squeaks loud as motherfucking, titfucking shit when you titfuck me, baby boy! Work your Wean Machine a little harder and I'll suck 'im as he moves!"

"Oh, and to think we might have left all this off for wrapping silly consumerist gifts!" Henry exclaimed, cramming and jamming his severely swollen stalk between the two oasises of teatsiedom that he gave a squeaky, loud and humorous wee weeing to. "And I come home and find 'Mommy's fucking Santa! Mommy's fucking Santa!' Ohhh, fuck, I'm gonna dick your triple-J wee wee fuckin' tits so fuckin' hard, you naughty strumpet! Ohhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk, it feels so good in here!"

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled, her big bags of boobflesh quivering and shaking with each spasm of laughter. "I wonder what my baby boy has in his big ol' Santa sack, tee hee." Reaching down with her dainty hand, she gave his dangling gonads a gentle squeeze. "I think that Santa sack of ours is full of lots of treats for Mommy!" Hilda stroked and kneaded his scrotum as though she were rattling a gift to try and guess its contents. "I bet there's lots of my baby boy's ooey gooey sticky shit, mmmm," Hilda moaned, sticking her tongue out at the appropriate moment to give Henry a quick "wiggler" in his urethral orifice that made Henry groan out loud at the sensations that coursed through his body. His rigid planting tool continued to ply its way through the tight flesh trap formed by Hilda's gigantic globes, made even tighter when she loosened her grasp on his trouser snake and pressed her breasts together to form a tighter sheath around her boy's male organ.

Henry placed his hands at the side of her jumping, currently fucking teats and then began to buck hard at the waist, the 'eek, eek, eek' of hard wee wee on soft lubricated boobie flesh resounding throughout the spacious bedroom. Hilda in turn leaned her head slightly forward and took the first few inches of his dick into her mouth and got a quick suck in as he pounded her cleavage with his leaky protruding peter.

"That's it, baby. Pound 'em! Fuck 'em hard!" the mother encouraged her well-hung boy, as his foot-longer started slipping and sliding faster and faster, now slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth as well. "Give Momma's boobs and her mouth a good fuckin', big guy!"

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh," Henry managed, working like a skillful logjammer, ramming his tree between her holy Humper hills. "Just keep your Santa-suckin' mouth open wide, cause it's about to get a mouthful of magical holiday semen! Ohhhhh, shiiiiittttttt, ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! I almost can't turn back now, Mom!"

"Let it out, baby. Let it all out," Hilda urged, lapping at a droplet of pre-cum that leaked from Henry's pee pee pole's wee wee hole. "Give it all to Mommy, baby. Empty that big ol' Santa sack."

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, finally losing the ability to stave off the inevitable and giving in and letting go. Huge amounts of rope-like strings of sticky baby batter were ejected forcefully from the huge apple head of Henry's wee wee as Hilda guzzled, drinking him down as fast as she was physically capable of doing, her oversized hooters bouncing and jouncing while she made a valiant attempt to capture and enjoy every single morsel.

"Oh, Henry," she was finally able to say as the thick stream became merely a dribble again and she could use her tongue to wipe her lips and chin. "Baby, I love your balls! That was some huge fucking Christmas treat in that sack of yours, Henry, tee hee hee."

"You got that titterfuckin' right," Henry agreed with a satisfied sigh of orgasmic satisfaction, having finally found sexual relief and release, euphoric and cathartic as it was between his mother's colossal udder jubblies and inside her mouth and throat when she finally drank from his penis. And the fact that it was the holiday season only made it feel like one big up close and personal present, a sweet sensual gift to his wee wee for Christmas. But the boy and his hulking huge high school cock were both quite sure that his busting-to-the-ceiling mother and her overwrought orbs were a gift that would keep on giving, and then giving and giving and giving some more sex, whether it was boob sex, mouth sex or just plain old honey cunny sex. Henry Humper hauled his sleek well-working organ from out her mouth and then from out her deep mysterious cleavage and toppled to the bed beside her topless and top-heavy body that was now speckled with cum.

"You did that well, Henry," Hilda observed with a smirk that smoldered with sexual possibilities yet to come. "And motherfuck it all, if your dick isn't heeeuuugeerrr than shit, pardon my grammatical liberties! Tee hee hee!"

"It's because it's Christmas, Mom, ha ha," Henry laughed, giving his overendowed mother a gentle poke in her left breast as she instinctively reached out with her hand to stroke and fondle the large private part between his legs. "Everything is more generous at Christmas, even Mr. Wean. That was sure some motherfucking fun shit."

"Yes it was, baby," Hilda sighed, leaning back against the pillow and closing her eyes, just relaxing and savoring the feel of his hands as they pawed and played with her gigantic jubblies as she continued to tickle and tease his male appendage, surprised that it was already standing nearly at attention again, even though it had only been mere minutes since their last sexual interlude.

"Mommy, he's hard again," Henry told her, stating the patently obvious.

"Henry, I know, sweetie. But I'm tired after all the Christmas preparations. I've been cooking and baking and buying and wrapping for days now and I just don't feel like being at your pecker's beck and call all the time. Can't you just lie here and play with my titties or something? I know Mr. Wean is needy, sweetheart, but even mothers need a day off every now and again."

Looking decidedly downcast, Henry nevertheless continued to paw playfully at her fleshy lady lumps, tweaking the nipples and occasionally lowering his head to give each a playful nip with his teeth.

"Oh, Henry, that does feel fantastic, sweetie, but can't you just lie here and snuggle with me for awhile? Good grief, that fucking fucktool of yours seems to need my attention all the fucking time. I'm glad Harriet can take over for me sometimes, otherwise you'd wear me the fuck out."

"Oh, I'm sooooooo haaaaarrrrrrrdddd, Mommy, so very hard," Henry said in a voice of pleasured relaxation as he basked lazily in the feel of her predictable hand rubbing up and down on the part that mattered most, only one of his hands now sampling her own substantial skin floats of flesh.

"Ohhhhh, I know it is, baby," Hilda huskily replied, as he haphazardly fondled her sweet as honey damn big delectable pair as her own hand slid delightfully up and down on his organ, her sensitive fingers savoring each thick delicious vein that networked along the surface of his horsecock. "I know it is, baby, cause I feeeeeel it."

"Ohhhh, I feeeeeeel it too, Mommy Mams, and it feeeeeeels so good, you slathering your hand to and fro on my big ol' piece of penile pipe, I mean. Oh, Mommy lover!"

"Oh, baby! I mean, don't you know I wouldn't even give a shit if you didn't buy me anything for Christmas, Henry. Yeah, rub my tittie good. Don't you know that I practically live for what you've got down here between your legs? That would be Christmas present enough for me. And I don't just love it cause I fuck it and suck it. Baby, I love it for what it is, what I know it can do, even on Mr. Wean's off days, like when you are studying Shakespeare at school or some shit. And I would say it's the best Christmas present a boy could ever give his mother. I love it most because it's attached to you, sweetness. Nah, that's not totally true. I mainly love it cause it's so biiiiggggggg!"

"Well, I don't think the Christmas turkey is the only fucking thing getting stuffed this year," Henry declared arrogantly as he rose completely from his back and attempted to slide down Hilda's shorts so that he might undress the lower half of her busty and fulsomely voluptuous body while his monstrous cock jutted proudly and largely from between his legs, solid and ready to insert itself inside her vagina. "Oh, yeah, Mommy. I'm getting a 'piece on earth.'"

"You sure are getting a 'piece on earth', tee hee. And it's a heavenly piece of ass too! Oh, Henry, Momma's got a lot of good will towards men too," Hilda giggled with a swivel of her swinging bazooms as she allowed her son to take down her jogging shorts to gain an unobstructed view of her bare pink pussy, the wonderful space he would soon shove his foot-long shaft into.

"You got a lot of good will towards men, and manhoods too. Ha! Ha! Merry Christmas, Momma. I love you."




I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus



"Merry Christmas, baby. I love you too. Well, what are you waiting for, Henry? Give Momma her present. Shove that fat yule log into Mommy's warm hearthish fireplace, poopsie, and squirt her some 'special extra-sticky' egg nog out of that fat wee wee tube of yours."

As Hilda reached out with two petite feminine fingers and happily spread apart her sweet pink labia, her nether lips that would swallow his twelve-inch dong to the hilt, Henry had a sudden and unexpected awakening to the importance of family and tradition and heritage and also an enlightenment related to the significance of interfamilial pussy and titties. He had all these thoughts right before he planted his wee wee inside her cunny. And why not? It was a Humper family Christmas, after all.

THE END



I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus



Hi, here is a very short Christmas story. I hope you enjoy it. (Everyone is over the age of eighteen)

*****

I awoke to the gentle ringing sound of bells from outside my house. It was early Christmas Day; Very early. I sat up and looked out of my window. It was quite dark, a faint red light trying to illuminate the scene of snow falling onto the ground outside. Through the sound of the bells, which had calmed slightly, and appeared to be coming from on top of the roof, I could hear muffled movement from downstairs. I assumed that my brother had woken up early to open his presents, he was always so impatient. But now that I was awake, I decided why not join him.

I uncovered myself from my toasty bed covers and numerous blankets, and immediately felt the cool air infiltrate the flimsy nighty that I wore, hardening my nipples. I quickly grabbed a larger robe, to protect my modesty and for warmth. I wrapped myself up in the wool, and gradually felt the warmth return to me. Stepping into some slippers, I then opened my bedroom door, slowly, trying to reduce the squeaking noise it made. I didn't want to wake up Mom and Dad. Luckily, it was silent, so I continued onwards, creeping down the stairs.

Our stairs entered directly into the front room, so from about halfway down the stairs I had a pretty clear view of the front room. Normally, our resplendent tree, high as the ceiling, loaded with flashing red and green lights, and sprinkled with a covering of fake snow, caught my eye, but now, I was much more intrigued by the view to the left of the tree. What I could see was my Mom, on her tiptoes, reaching up to kiss a rather rotund man, clothed in red and white and black boots. Even with my Mom's head in the way, I could see the majority of a magnificent, clear white beard. It was Santa Claus!

I could tell their kiss was heated, and as they became more passionate, their bodies turned and moved, each trying to get their tongue further into the other's mouth. I watched, stunned and unable to move for fear of being noticed and because I was fascinated at the sight of Mom and Santa Claus. His hands slipped downwards from the back of her head, along her back, to the round cheeks of her ass. I could see as he squeezed, pulling up the pink, lacy underwear she wore, until it created a thong shape, slipping in between the big cheeks of her ass. Mom's ass looked amazing; the big, round globes stuck out far from the rest of her body. She groaned as the hitched up panties rubbed against her clit.

"Oh Santa," Mom spoke in a voice filled with lust, which I had never heard from anyone before, "I've been such a good girl this year, and, now that it's Christmas Day, can I have my present?" I saw her give Santa a naughty little grin, grabbing his crotch with both of her hands. He replied with a quiet voice, yet it still seemed to reverberate around the room.

"Of course." Almost immediately, Mom pulled down Santa's pants, leaving them around his ankles. His dick sprang out; it was magical, both long, at what looked like ten inches, and thick as well, probably thicker than my risk. It caused a stirring in my panties, and an even bigger reaction in Mom. She pounced on the cock, sucking it greedily into her mouth, jamming half of Santa's dick in her mouth. Santa sighed and groaned as Mom worked his cock. I kept on watching, transfixed as I saw Mom's tongue lick along the shaft, down to Santa's balls. I could feel the heat in my panties grow as she went on.

After a few minutes of the sound of Santa gasping at the touch and skill of Mom's mouth, and the gags of Mom trying to force her head down the whole cock, she withdrew and looked up at Santa Claus. I could just about see her eyes, filled with determination. She, forcefully, spoke.

"Fuck me Santa Claus, now!" She hastily whisked off her panties, and threw them behind her. They landed on the stairs, just a couple of steps below me. I was stunned to be able to see a large wet spot on the crotch of the panties. My eyesight returned to Mom and Santa as Mom was starting to straddle him, now on the floor. I now had a side on view of them, and I could see Mom's large tits in her small robe jutting out from her body, and her round ass sticking out in the opposite direction. Mom sank down onto Santa's cock, her mouth opening wider in pleasure the further she dropped down the shaft. She took it all, their waists connected. Mom lay down onto Santa's large stomach, her big tits squashed against his chest. Her hips began moving up and down gently, speeding up with each passing thrust. Santa was also jerking his cock upwards, a wide grin plastered on his face. I could see, from the enjoyment on Mom's face, that Santa's massive cock was already having an effect on her. She began to get more vocal.

"Oh, yes, Santa... Big fucking cock... that's it... fuck my pussy, fuck it good... oh, uh, yessssss," She hissed and seemed to get onto the next level towards her climax, "Oh... yess, yes Santa... Fuck me... oh God... Your Cock is so Fucking good... Fuck my pussy... harder." She sat up slightly, and her hips began to shake up and down faster, causing her tits to shake about more, now right in front of Santa's face. As Santa's mouth latched onto the jiggling tit flesh, I decided to do something about my growing arousal, which was becoming distracting. Quietly, I slipped my hand down the front of my panties, cooing gently as it brushed against my clit. In contrast to my gentle moaning as my fingers rubbed against my sensitive button, Mom was now almost screaming as her hips flew up and down Santa's cock, the ten inches pounding upwards into her pussy.

"OH SHIT... SANTA, FUCK ME... FUCK ME... YES, OH... CUNT SO GOOD... FUCK ME HARDER... OH GOD... SHIT, I'M NEARLY THERE... FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM..." As Mom's voice reached her peak volume, I pushed three fingers into my pussy, and squashed my thumb against my clit. I reached a silent climax, my legs shaking from the force. Through my squinted eyes, I saw Mom freeze and drop fully onto Santa's cock, shouting out in complete pleasure. "FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK... CUUMMMMMINNNGGGG!"

Coming down from my orgasm, I saw Santa grab onto Mom's hips and began to fiercely thrust his hips up into Mom, pounding her cunt with his huge dick. Mom gasped at the increased pace, still in her intense orgasm. I heard Santa begin to roar, causing the baubles on the Christmas tree to shake. With one last ram, filling Mom with his cock, he began to cum.

"HERE'S YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT!" His cock squirted his cum into Mom, and I could see drips of the white liquid fall out of her pussy as they continued to shake. As I moved my hand out of my panties, the movement caused the stairs to creak. I saw Mom's head twist towards me, her mouth open in shock. I was less concerned with her, as I was more interested in Santa, who seemed to dematerialize before my eyes. Then he was gone, leaving Mom naked and alone with me. We both looked up at the same time, as we heard the jingling of bells on the roof. Next was the clatter of hooves. Finally, we heard the loud jolly laughter of Santa Claus as we saw, through the window, his sleigh fly off into the distance as the sun started to rise.

"Merry Christmas to All!" He boomed.

*****

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it, and if you did, I would be very grateful if you could comment or send me an email. I know it was short (That was what I was going for, so don't complain about that in the comments or reflect it in the votes), but I just wanted to write something quickly to fill the gap between my next story, and to give a little something for Christmas. It has been a very interesting year, joining Literotica and getting quite good reception, and I hope to continue that in the coming years.

The next story I'm writing is going to be much longer; it's about two policewomen who go undercover in the mafia.



I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus



"My God, this is so HOT," I shuddered, feeling my sloppy-wet cunt lips wrap around the baluster as I humped it. I watched my Mommy acting like the world's biggest whore as these three midget-sized creatures sexually assaulted her, using her body to their fullest satisfaction.

They were squealing in unison of the pleasure my Mother's flesh was granting them.

"Oh, she sure knows how to lick elf ass!" exclaimed the one sitting on her face.

"And her feet are FANTASTIC!" howled another.

"I'm going to cum all over this dirty minx!" sang the third.

The elf in her pussy, pulled himself out and started jerking his stout prick furiously. Jets of white gooey cum shot from his pee-hole and drenched my Mother's undulating tits. Then the elf getting his ass licked rose up off her face and began jacking off inside my Mommy's hungry mouth. She stuck her tongue right out to catch every last drop he had. Finally the one fucking her foot began spewing his sticky juice everywhere – onto her sleazy pussy, her belly, her forehead. It even landed in her hair. The elves all continued pumping their little penises, making sure to hose her down good with whatever cum they had left. For tiny little guys they sure had a lot of seed to spew.

"Yippee!" one of them shouted.

"Wowee!" shouted another.

"Yessiree!" shouted the third.

"Oh my, that was so unbelievable," my Mommy shuddered, smearing the cum all over her skin so it could seep into her pores. "There's only one problem though."

The elves looked at her curiously. 

"Someone here in this room hasn't cum yet," she smiled. She rolled over onto all fours and looked over her shoulder. "Santa, I want you to let go of all that hot creamy filling you have in that bulging cock of yours. And I want you to release it into my ass. Come on, make love to my ass, Santa. I like to take it nice and slow and deep, so I can feel every inch sinking into me."

Santa stood up from my Daddy's armchair and stood behind my Mommy.

"Go ahead, slide it in. I'm your little ho, ho, ho..."

Santa was completely entranced by the sight of my Mommy's brown-eye winking at him. He slid his veiny old cock straight into my Mother's sphincter and they both gasped with pleasure. 

I was churning my clit so hard on the baluster. I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew if I reached climax I'd probably scream. 

Santa stopped humping Mommy's ass for a moment as he looked over his shoulder and saw the three elves standing there, still naked. They were sniffing the air for some strange reason.

"Why don't you boys get dressed and get back up to the sleigh," he ordered. 

"Not just yet, Santa," said one of them deviously while sniffing the air all around him. "There's another pussy in this house."

"Yeah, we can SMELL it," said another.

"Yeah, and we wanna FUCK it," said the third.

Suddenly, I stopped grinding my pussy as my entire body froze.

"Well, go fuck it then," said Santa waving them off as he went back to plowing my Mother's asshole.

...

I had run up the stairs as quietly as I could. I was now in bed, with my head under the covers. My body was shaking – although I couldn't tell if it was out of fear or anticipation. I heard my doorknob turn and the door slowly creaked open. There was the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps on the hardwood floor. 

I could feel eyes watching me from the foot of my bed. There was a muffled wicked sniggering, and my body jumped uncontrollably under the covers. They knew I was there.

"Well fellas, I think we found the pussy." They all devilishly snickered again as I cringed under the covers.

I felt them crawl onto the bed. My heart was pounding so hard and so fast I could hear it in my ears. I was waiting with bated breathing for them to pounce on me.

They pulled the covers back slowly, and their little faces were suddenly very close to mine. Their beady little eyes stared into mine. One of them had a goatee and I felt its coarse hairs brush against my cheek. 

"Well hello, you little minx," said one.

"Someone's been a naughty girl this Christmas Eve," said another.

"Touching her private parts while watching her Mommy get fucked," said the third.

"Oh my God, this can't be happening," I said aloud.

They were already naked and they all climbed up closer and knelt around my face. Their naked penises were only inches from my lips. I had never been this close to ONE naked penis before, let alone THREE! 

"Now, gorgeous, it's real easy," said the elf with the goatee. "All you have to do is open up your mouth and say: Ahhh."

"Ahhh," I said as I closed my eyes.

One by one, they took turns dipping their pricks into my mouth. I began to relax my jaw and could soon feel penis after penis slowly pumping between my pursed lips. 

They were slow and gentle at first. But I was making them feel so good that they started getting a little rough with me. They were shoving their penises into my innocent little mouth as far as they could! Thank God each of them was only 4-inches-long, or I would've choked!

They began to claw at the white lace teddy covering my body. I heard it tear at the seams as they face-fucked me. They ripped it right off my body, and I felt my naked torso being pawed by tiny little hands. They cupped my cute little breasts and shook them about violently. Then they took turns pitching and flicking my erect nipples with their stubby little fingers. I was in heaven.

Their magical little pricks tasted like cinnamon! So naturally I wanted to suck them more and more, with my taste buds indulging in all the delectable flavor their cocks had to offer. I started bucking on the bed in rhythm to the face-fucking they were giving me.

"Ooh, she's good," said one of them. "She's a dirty girl, just like her mother."

"Open your eyes," another elf said. And I did as I was told.

"Now tell me dear," said the elf while looking right into my eyes, "do you like the taste of your Mommy's slutty pussy on my pecker?"

"Umm-hmmm," I murmured while greedily sucking him down to the root.

"Here, now take MY pecker," insisted another elf, plopping his cock into my mouth. "Then you'll know how delicious your Mommy's TOES taste."

"You know what I haven't had in ages, boys?" said the elf with the goatee. "An 18-year-old girl's ass!"

My eyes went wide with my mouth full of elf cock. They were going to fuck my ASS?! Could I handle something so intense during my first real sexual experience?!

They ordered me to get on all fours. Slowly, I did as I was told, unsure if I was really okay with this. One of them peeled my panties over my plump white ass cheeks. The cold air hit my exposed clit and anus, and my body quaked. I was about to get FUCKED for real for the first time in my life!

I felt a little body move behind me. "Now what kind of a girl shaves all the hair off of her pussy and her asshole?" he asked playfully.

"A naughty girl," I responded with a newfound sense of sexual confidence.

I felt a tiny tongue lathering my asshole with saliva.

"Oh yes," I breathed, "french kiss me up my ass." 

When he was satisfied with how well I was lubricated, he stood up behind me and I knew it was coming.

My anal entrance broke open as his 4-incher poked inside me. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all. I had been sticking my own finger up my ass every time I masturbated for the last 6 months. Although this little elf cock was thicker than my finger, it felt so incredibly good. It was stretching my anal ring wider than it ever had been before.

"Oh do me up the butt, you dirty little fucker," I gasped as his miniature hands took hold of my hips. He started a nice steady rhythm of short strokes, probing his pecker in and out of my asshole.

"I've never had my ass filled like THIS before," I hissed through gritted teeth.

The three elves giggled demonically at the sexual ecstasy I had surrendered to.

I was about to tell the little shit how good his prick felt plugging my ass, but just then the other two elves climbed up on either side of me, tapping their dicks onto my ears, then onto my cheeks and eyelids.

"Open up, deary," they said slapping themselves onto my puckered lips.

My trembling lips broke apart and I began to open my mouth as wide as I could. How I must have looked – on my hands and knees, a naked elf behind me rocking 'n' rolling in my virgin ass...a look of pure ecstasy on my face as my mouth formed the biggest O possible...my negligee laying in the corner of the room, ripped to shreds. 

As I held my mouth open, the two elves shoved their cocks in at the same time. My lips clamped shut around them and I commenced to sucking and slurping on them the best I could, considering the pounding I was taking up my ass.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my sopping wet pussy, and it wasn't my own. The elf that was butt-fucking me had reached around my thigh and was massaging my clit with the same circular motion I use when I masturbate.

"Ohhhh!" I moaned with my mouth stuffed with elf cock.

"I think we found the magic spot, gentleman," said the evil little elf tickling my clit and pumping my anus simultaneously.

The other two laughed mischievously, roughly fucking my mouth in unison.

"Who wants to watch an 18-year-old virgin CUM while she gets fucked up her butt?" teased the elf as he humped my ass harder and harder.

"I do! I do!" the other two screamed, as I continued gobbling their cocks.

Holy Shit, I thought, my first real orgasm is going to be granted to me courtesy of a FUCKING elf! His pudgy little fingers were stirring my clit into a frenzy, and I was pushing my ass back into him to meet his every thrust forward.

"AHHHH!" I wailed as the two elves plucked their pricks from my mouth and fired torrents of hot white semen all over my cheeks and chin and lips. I took a few blasts straight onto my tongue as my mouth hung open. Their juice tasted just like vanilla icing.

"Oh God, oh God, yes, oh God, YES, I'M COMING!" I screamed as the 4-inch pecker pounded my tight backdoor and the fingers danced all over my fat clit.

"And so am I, Princess," screeched the elf who was nailing into me like a jackhammer, "right up your sweet 18-year-old ASS!" 

I squeezed my anal ring as tight as I could to give the little bastard the best orgasm he'd ever had.

"Wheeeeeee!" he cried as he shot wave after wave of elf cum into my body.

I felt his hot seed oozing inside me. Then there was a strange rumbling in my tummy...then in my throat...and then my lips were forced open as a torrential wave of white vanilla cream shot from my mouth, splattering the headboard. I watched it splash all over my pillows. 

"We may have small dicks, but we can spurt pretty hard and pretty far," the elf chuckled gleefully as he pulled his pecker from my creamy asshole.

"Now be a good little girl, and clean up all that spilt milk," he commanded.

I began licking the warm cum off my pillow like a kitten lapping from a bowl of cream. God, elf cum was SO delicious. I couldn't get enough of it.

After I'd licked it all off my pillow and my headboard, I slumped onto the bed exhausted. My face was still sticky, coated in cum. But I didn't care. 

Each of the elves bent down and kissed my forehead. It was very gentlemanly of them – especially after they had just used my virgin body as if I were a $10 whore.

My eyes were closed and I was drifting off to sleep. I felt one of them pat my pussy. It was drenched. I was sure they'd want to fuck it next while I went unconscious. But instead a little elf voice whispered: "Don't worry. We're going to leave that cherry for Paul."

...

I opened my eyes to find it was morning – CHRISTMAS morning! 

"Tina!" I could hear Mommy and Daddy calling from downstairs. "Wake up, sleepyhead!"

I hopped out of bed, yawned, and rubbed my eyes free of sleep. 

"Good Lord, that was some dream!" I said savoring the images that danced in my head - although I did feel a little embarrassed about them, now that I was awake.

"Tina! Come open your presents!" shouted Mommy cheerfully from the living room.

I stretched a bit, raising my hands over my head, arching backwards. God, it was COLD this Christmas morning. But my forehead was still a bit sweaty, probably from the intensity of that crazy dream.

I opened my bedroom door and took in a deep breath. Here was my favorite day of the year. I was SO happy! I ran downstairs, practically skipping into the living room.

"Merry Christmas, Mommy!" I shouted. "Merry Christmas, Daddy!"

Mommy and Daddy both had their backs to me and were kneeling down by the tree, fishing for presents. I watched them turn to greet me. Their happy expressions quickly mutated into looks of utter shock. 

"Dear Lord, Tina!" my Mother exclaimed, "what in the world are you doing?!"

"Sweet Jesus, honey," my Father said trying to look away from me, but not fully able to.

"W-w-what?" I stammered, not understanding.

But then I realized just how chilly I was this Christmas morning and why. I looked down at myself to see my nipples fully exposed and fully erect! They were sticking straight out and pointing at my parents as if to say: "Seasons Greetings!" I looked down at the rest of me. My belly, my thighs, my pussy – all bare. I was COMPLETELY naked!

I turned on my heels as quickly as I could and scooted out of there and back up the stairs (surely giving my Dad a nice glimpse of my booty as it bounced away).

I flung open my bedroom door. 

"It can't be," I said shaking my head in disbelief. "There's no way..." 

There in the corner of the room, lying on the floor, was my white lace teddy...torn to shreds.



I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa



Merry Xmas, or should I say Merry XXXmas? Personally I like the second one better, it's much more fun, in adult sort of way. Like the old song says I did see Mommy or rather my bosses wife kissing Santa, because I was Santa and damn could Mommy kiss! She did a few other things very well too.

Let me start at the beginning, my name happened to be the lucky one chosen to play Santa at my last Xmas office party. Some poor smuck always had to the job and I was it this year. I did not want to play Santa, I wanted to enjoy the party not dress in a hot fat suit with an itchy fake beard and hand out some dumb gag gifts, but I put on my game face and pretended I wanted to do the job. 

Well the night in question came and I went to do my dreaded job at the office party. My boss's wife Mrs. Jensen met me at the door and said " I will help you with you know what when it's time." And then winked at me. I took that to mean my Santa suit. I was so wrong. Mrs. Jensen told me the suit was in the back office and she would meet me there in thirty minutes. I grabbed a drink and chatted with a few of my fellow workers and I was just getting feeling a little good from my drink when I felt someone close by me. Mrs. Jensen was at my side letting me know it was time to go get dressed up to play the dreaded Santa. Thirty minutes went by so fast.

She was not a bad looking woman, somewhere in her late 30's or early 40's. Her figure was not overly slim but very curvaceous; the power suit she wore could not even begin to disguise her figure. What I could see of her legs were shapely and she wore black high heels the kind called stilettos, very high with thin heels. Extremely sexy. The shoes should have tipped me off mostly because they did not go with the ugly power suit she wore. But I was clueless about how women dress and didn't know any difference. Her hair was pulled back in a loose knot at the back of her neck and was a beautiful shiny brown. I longed to pull the pins from that hair and run my fingers through it. 

We arrived at the back office and the lights were not very bright. On the desk was a big box with a red Santa suit inside. "I hope this will fit you." She said to me and walked over to the window and shut the shades. 

"I am sure it will be fine." I said. I did not want to put that suit on. I sighed and went over to box. She came up beside me and pulled the pants from the box and held them to me. As I took the pants my fingers brushed against hers. "Sorry, didn't mean to bump you." I said. I didn't want my bosses wife to get the wrong idea but if she attacked me I would not say no. Like that would happen. I put on the pants and they fit fine around the waist but were about 4 inches too short in the legs. 

Mrs. Jensen looked at my charcoal pant legs peeking out of the bright red Santa pants. She had a look of displeasure on her face. "I am sorry but you have to remove those gray pants. I will turn my back while you take them off" She wants me to wear just the baggy fuzzy red pants??? What the hell I thought, she gave me little choice in the matter.

"Ummm, Ok." And I started to remove the red pants. She watched me. I unbuckled my belt, and she was still watching. I paused before undoing my fly and looked at her. She turned towards the window. I pulled my pants down and folded them on the chair. I pulled the ugly red Santa pants up and looked towards Mrs. Jensen. The sneaky bitch was watching my every move in the window glass. The thought of her watching me strip off my pants was very erotic, but I could not think of that now. How would it look for Santa to have a hard-on? I pretended I didn't know what she had done. "There, I am finished, you may turn around now." I said to her.

"Good, now lets hope the coat fits!" she said. It fit fairly well except for the baggy front. I buttoned it up and put the big black belt around my waist and did it up. I held the belt out while she stuffed my tummy with pillows. Her hands brushed against my stomach and the tops of my thighs while she did this and I could smell her perfume. Her hair smelled very sexy too. She was too close to me for me not to notice. God she was making me hotter all the time! She stood and looked at me. "Yes that will do. Now the beard, wig and hat" 

I must have groaned slightly because she looked up at my face. She laughed and said "It won't be that bad." Yeah for her, I thought, she didn't have to wear them. "Look she said, if you think they will be really uncomfortable I will take off my panties while you wear the Santa suit." I did not know what to say.

"Ok, that sounds fair." What was I saying? The thought of her going commando under that ugly suit would only make me more uncomfortable, but it was to late now. She had turned and reached under her skirt and took off a pair of silky black panties. She folded them and put them into my pants pocket. I hoped nobody looked in my pocket! She grabbed the beard and placed it on my chin her hand trailing along my jaw line. Then she gave me the wig and hat. I put them on and as she reached up to straighten them her breasts brushed against me. My cock was already half-mast and those pert breasts touching me made it completely hard. I looked into the window to see if my hard on was evident, but the big coat hid it well. 

"Let's go." Mrs. Jensen said. I grabbed the gift bag and we went out to the conference room. I went out and was Santa. I handed out the silly gag gifts but I had a hard time concentrating. Mrs. Jensen's ass was in front of me the whole time and I knew it was bare! It was all I could think about, that bare ass. My cock was showing no signs of retreating either. Thank god it didn't take all that long to hand out Santa's gifts because I did not know how more I could handle. The bag was soon empty and Mrs. Jensen and I headed back to that office where my pants were. She walked in front of me and I watched that hot bare ass sway in front of me. I wished she had no jacket on so I could see it better, but I knew it would be firm and round underneath all of those clothes.

We entered and I whipped the hat and wig off, the beard was next. I never noticed Mrs. Jensen locking the door and slipping off her ugly jacket. I turned and saw her in her white camisole and tight black skirt. I stared at her not believing my eyes. "Santa baby, have you a little something for me?" she purred. Oh I had something for her all right. She walked towards me and undid the Santa jacket. The pillows fell to the floor but nobody picked them up. I could not tear my eyes from her. She pulled the jacket off me and reached for my shirt buttons. When she had those undone she stroked my chest. 

Her fingers went to my nipples and gently pinched them. My body reacted with a small shudder. She sucked gently on my nipple, then swirled her tongue around it. "O god." I groaned. She looked up into my eyes and the corners of her mouth curved with pleasure at my reaction. Her other hand caressed my back then she raked her nails gently down my back. I lowered my hands to her breasts, I could feel that she wore no bra and the nipples were erect through her silky white camisole. I slipped one strap from her shoulder and she shrugged her arm out from it. The other strap followed suit and the camisole slipped down over her breasts and rested on her hips. 

Her breasts were on the heavy side with rosy pink erect nipples. I touched them and she threw her head back in response. I lowered my head to her magnificent breasts and suckled them gently. I ran my tongue over each one and then up to her neck. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, out bare chests touching and sending little currents of electricity through both of us. I looked into her eyes and then I kissed her, her tongue was warm inside of my mouth. 

I reached down and slid my hand under her skirt. I wanted to touch her bare ass, the one I had been lusting after all the time I had played Santa. My hand pulled her even closer till she could feel exactly how hard I was. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she felt my hard cock against her. I picked her up and put her on the desk and slid the skirt up to her waist. I placed my fingers inside her wet waiting pussy. She lay back to enjoy what I was doing to her and I lowered my mouth to her dripping pussy. I licked her juices from her pink pussy lips. I sucked her hard clit. She was writhing under me. She made absolutely no noise. I kept my mouth on her pussy till she came, the juices spraying into my mouth and I lapped them all up. She tasted sweet like honey.

She sat up and pulled me to her. Mrs. Jensen kissed me hard and I knew what my kiss tasted like. She was hungry for me. Her hand slipped into the ugly red Santa pants to caress my big red throbbing cock. I pushed her hand away because I was not ready to finish with her just yet. She grabbed those pants and yanked them down and then jumped from the desk and pulled my shorts from me. She looked so sexy with her skirt up round her waist and her camisole down around her waist. She pushed me to the floor upon those pillows that I had hated so much. She looked at me and straddled me without a word and slipped my cock into her hot wet pussy. She was incredibly horny and rode me hard and fast. I let her ride me for a while till I could take no more. I grabbed Mrs. Jensen's hips and flipped her beneath me. I went wild and pounded her hard. I was going to cum soon and I knew it. 

Her hips thrust up towards mine and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock like a vice. "Ummpphh." I grunted and came deep within her. I could feel my cum squirting deep in a thick white stream. I tensed with what felt like an eternity and let her pussy suck me dry. I did not slump against her but pulled out. "Did you enjoy Santa's gift?" I asked her.

"Very much." She replied. "We better re-join the party soon." She was right I knew, but I would much rather have fucked her again. I reluctantly dressed and folded up the Santa suit and I left the office to go to the bathroom and clean up. 

While I was in the bathroom stall waiting for my cock to return to a normal state two of my male co-workers came into the room. "How long do you think Mrs. Jensen will fuck Santa this year?" then they both laughed. 

"Yeah, it's practically tradition for her to fuck Santa every year. I remember when it was my turn, it made playing Santa worth it." He said.

I was in shock; she had used me for sex. Did I mind? Not really I decided. It was awkward because everyone knew it was going on. What the hell, it looked like over half of the guys here had did her too and given the chance I knew I would do it all over again. I hope my name gets drawn to play Santa next year! Mrs. Jensen also left me with a present, a pair of black sexy panties; she had left them in my pocket. Merry Christmas. 



I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa!



I heard a noise down stairs and crept down the stairs to see what was going on. As I sat at the top of the stairs with eyes wide open I saw mommy and Santa in the lights from the tree. I saw the red nightie rise above her 22-year-old ass, so pert. I saw his hand grabbing her ass, as his mouth smothered hers. I saw her go down on her knees in front of him. Her mouth level with his crotch. I saw her take his hard cock in her mouth. I moaned as I saw this. Fortunately neither of them seemed to notice. She slid it deep into her mouth; he caressed the side of her face, his hands running back guiding her head back and forth over his cock. I rubbed my crotch watching all of this. I knew I should not be watching but at 21 I'm an adult right? 

My lips parted slightly as I watched her taking it all deep in her throat then back to the head slurping loudly now. I heard Santa moan. I saw him touch her shoulder and she stopped. He leaned over whispering something to her and she turned around on all 4s. I could see her tits hanging down; her legs parted as Santa positioned himself behind her. He drove it in hard; he drove it in deep. I heard him grunt as he filled her box full with his cane. I could stand it no longer and reach in side my PJs, I knew if they caught me I’d be in big trouble but I just had to! I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it in rhythm with him sliding his cock in and out of her box. He went in I went up, he went out and down I went. I watched as her eyes started to glaze, her moans became loud and she drove back hard on his cock. I knew she must be close and I slowed to watch her face in the lights from the tree, to watch her concentration and the joy she was feeling as he was stuffing her. She threw back her head and let out a long low moan that escalated into a silent scream. 

As I watched so intently I suddenly realized her eyes had locked with mine I was caught. I knew Id be punished. I saw Santa pull out his cock all gleaming with her cum. They beckoned for me to come down to them. I stood my hard cock waving in the air, and walked slowly down the stairs. What a sight I must have been in those special PJs she has gotten for me. All pink, fuzzy and feeted, a zipper in front and the drop in the back. Santa met me at the bottom of the stairs and scolded me for being such a bad, bad boy. Momma just sat back and shook her head. I never did know how to behave myself she said. Santa grabbed my shoulders forcing me to my knees, my cock jumped as he pressed his hard cock to my mouth. 

I could smell her hot pussy juices all over his cock and licked it, then took the whole thing into my mouth. I heard her next to me telling me what a good boy I was. I felt her cool fingertips on my balls and cock them felt this tightening around the base. I started to object, but he grabbed my head and thrust his hard cock deeper into my mouth. I knew I was theirs now. Oh why had I been such a bad boy? I felt her undoing the snaps in the back of my pjs. My ass muscles tightened, what did she have in store for me now? 

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth, and she pushed me over so quickly I barely had time to put my hands out and catch myself. I heard a squishy noise, her moan, and then I felt the warm tip of his cock between my ass cheeks. My heart raced, my mind wanted to scream no, my muscles tightened and I concentrated on relaxing. I felt her hands spreading my ass for him. His lubed up cock pressed into my ass. I braced myself as he popped just the head in. Then he grabbed my hips and thrust all 8 inches of his cock deep into my ass. I groaned and my cock twitched underneath me. He reach under and teased me. Slowly he began to slide his cock in and out of my ass. 

She slid under my body and took my cock in her hot wet mouth. I started to lower my mouth to her hot wet pussy, but he grabbed my head and told me no. He seemed to know it would have been a lot easier for me to not think about cumming if I was preoccupied they wanted me to feel the whole affect of what they were doing to me. I felt his cock puling out to the head then driving back in hard again. Then I felt/heard the vibrations start. His balls vibrated against mine as he drove in then back out. Her nice hot wet mouth working on my cock all the way to the head then back, licking my balls, back to his. I could smell the heat from her box but couldn't lick it, or taste it. My balls throbbed.

Please, please let me cum I begged. Are you going to be a good boy they asked at the same time? I promised to be such a good boy. He pulled his cock out of my ass, the pain was such pleasure as I had never known before but was sure I would revisit. They had me roll over and like the good boy I really am I did. Santa dropped her strap on cock onto the floor, loosing the coat she stood straddling my very hard cock. I could smell the heat of her box and see her juices shining in the lights. She lowered herself down over my cock. Mom leaned over kissing her, caressing her fine tits, I groaned. Then she stood and positioned her hot box over my mouth telling me I’d eat one while fucking the other. I agreed, I really had no choice. 

My tongue flickered in and out of her hot box. Her juices covering my face. I could feel Santa riding my cock. I could tell from their strides that they were kissing each other using me to get themselves off and enjoying each other just the same. Santa went all the way to the top then slammed down filling her self full. My balls throbbed and I wanted to cum so bad, I realized they had never removed the cock ring. I tried to request it around Moms muff, but I just mumbled into it making her grind harder onto my mouth as squealed with delight. I had to keep licking or be suffocated. I pumped up to Santa hoping she’d realize I was still unable to cum, but it was no good it just encouraged her to ride me harder. Suddenly I felt them both start to shake on top of me and knew they were gonna cum so I worked harder at getting them off hoping they would let me soon. I felt Santa's cum running down over my cock and balls, I heard her moaning. I took a deep breath and drove my tongue deep inside Mom and felt her pussy quiver and let loose all over my tongue. 

They ground themselves on my tongue and cock for what seemed like forever cumming and cumming my tongue and cock was so sore. Finally they climbed off. Santa reach down, caressed my cock and balls, but Mom slapped my balls with her hand brushing my swollen balls with her fingertips. I yelped in pain. She told me I’d be a good boy form now on and I agreed. Then she pulled the ring from my cock and balls. They both sat back on the couch, they commanded me to jerk myself off, I could cum on both of their tits. I stood before them in my pink pjs and stroked my cock a few times, I arched my back, my balls jumped, the cum flew from my cock onto them. I finally quit cumming, and looked to see them licking it off of each other. Man do they know how to drive a poor boy crazy! I could tell that my new friends and I would have a wonderful relationship.

PS Mommy isn't really my mommy she's 22 and very pretty but role-playing is role-playing. 



I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus



I still can't believe it. Santa Claus is real! I'm not kidding. Okay, I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago. In fact it was probably when I was eight years old. I'm 19 now and back from college, and I came home to visit my mom. She lives by herself, and has ever since my dad left us. Well, it was Christmas Eve, and I heard a sound from the living room. At first I thought it was Mom putting presents under the tree, something she has insisted on doing all our lives. I used to laugh at how she would still try to make me believe in Santa after all these years by signing the presents, To: Jack From: Santa. She would even go so far to eat the cookies and milk she insisted on keeping out by the fireplace.

Well the noise didn't stop, and suddenly I thought I heard a thump, like something had fallen. So to make sure mom was okay I went downstairs to see if she was okay, I was really quiet just in case she had dropped something, and I didn't want to ruin her Christmas fun by spoiling her "Santa" fun. So I crept down the stairs and peeked into the room. I couldn't believe my eyes! Mom was standing there in a red teddy with a see through robe, and she was kissing a man dressed in a Santa costume!

Mom has really taken care of herself since the divorce, she is thin with long brown hair, and she has large breasts. She was pressing those breasts into this mans hands. She started to kiss the man's rosy cheeks and nose all the while undoing his sash and pulling off his hat. Whoever this guy was he believed in costume authenticity. He had a full grown white beard which seemed to flow down onto the red velvet suit. Mom had his shirt and pants off in short order. The man was naked except for his underwear, which was a red velvet pair of briefs. She shucked them down his legs and I just stared at the size of this man's cock. It had to be 9 inches and at least 3 in diameter. Mom was on it in a second. She started kissing the guys cock circling her tongue around the head. The guy was moaning and then put his hands on Mom's head and started to push her down onto his cock. Making her take it into her mouth. He didn't stop until the whole thing was down Mom's throat, and she was loving every inch. She started to moan as the man started to force her head up and down the cock faster and faster.

Suddenly the man pulled out of mom's mouth and picked her up off her knees. He yanked her teddy robe off and pulled her breasts out of the low cut piece of lingerie. He put mom on the floor and started to suck and bite on her nipples. Mom began to moan. I was so hot I started to massage my own breasts, and then I took one hand and put it down into my panties and began to finger my clit. Santa by this time had mom's teddy off. He pushed her large breasts together and started to pump his cock into my mom's cleavage. It was so unreal, my mom's head was up and she was sucking on the end of Santa's cock every time he got close to her mouth.

He started to pump harder, and I knew that the man was close to cumming on my mom's breasts and neck. She knew too. Mom squeezed her breasts together for Santa, and he went to town. He was moaning softly and finally began to jerk as he came hard all over my mom's neck and chin. She smiled and started to lick whatever was close enough to her mouth for her tongue to catch.

Santa wasn't done. His cock was still hard and he started to kiss his way down Mom's body. He didn't bother with taking off the teddy because it was crotchless, and I sat and watched Santa eat my mom out. He spread her thighs and lifted her ass up to his mouth with his hands. He slowly traced his tongue around Mom's shaved pussy lips, and slowly dipped his tongue down her cleft. He must have hit her clit on the first time because she arched her body up to his mouth and started to moan harder. Santa started to lick her harder, and my mom's thighs encircled his head as if she were trying to pull his face into her pussy. By this time I was so hot that I had totally soaked my underwear and was furiously rubbing my clit. Mom came hard on Santa's mouth, but she didn't scream like I wanted to do she let out a low moan and kept pumping her hips up to meet Santa's mouth.

Santa continued to lick Mom for a little while and then he covered her body with his and shared a hot open mouthed kiss with her. He got up on his knees, and pulled mom up and guided her into a kneeling position with her ass facing him. For the first time since I arrived he spoke.

"Molly, have you been a bad girl this year?" he started rubbing her ass with his hands, teasing her by rubbing one finger down into her pussy and putting just the tip inside of her.

"Yes" Mom said, "I've been so bad." She was going wild pushing her ass back against his hands trying to get that finger deeper into her aching cunt.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" he asked in a low tone, "They get spanked." And with that Santa pulled his hand back and smacked Mom hard on the ass twice. She seemed to enjoy it as she moaned. He gave her probably ten whacks and then got behind her and shoved his cock into her pussy hard. She started to cum as soon as he pushed into it. Again it was so quiet it was like watching a porno with the sound on mute. The only sounds that she made were low moans as she bucked her hips back to meet Santa's heavy thrusts. As soon as she was finished he started to cum in her pussy. He pushed his cock all the way inside of her and grunted as he came inside my mother.

He pulled away from her and began to dress. Mom was just laying there on the floor breathing hard. He got up and drank the milk and ate the two chocolate chip cookies mom had put there. By this time mom had gotten up, and retied her robe. Then to my amazement the guy went to the chimney and pulled a big red velvet bag out of it. He distributed presents to the stockings and under the tree. Then he went over to Mom and kissed her hard on the mouth. He ran his hands down her body one last time before he pulled away from her.

"Molly" he said, " I'll see you next year, try to be good. Merry Christmas!"

Now at first I thought that this guy was carrying the charade a little too far. And then he went and stepped in the chimney and brought one gloved finger up to his cherry nose, and up the chimney he went!! I couldn't believe it. Mom sat down and started to rearrange the presents under the tree, and I heard a commotion on top of the house. I quickly ran to the back window and watched as Santa and his sleigh flew away from our house. I heard Mom start to get up and quickly ran to my room.

The next morning I went downstairs, and looked in the living room there was nothing out of place and there were the presents that Santa brought stacked under the tree, with a couple more that mom must have added last night. Mom looked up as I walked in the room, and she smiled at me.

"Well honey, Santa came last night." She said with a smile.

I looked at my mother, and smiled right back at her, and said, "Actually, Mom, if I counted right Santa came twice last night!"



I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus



It was December 24 and little Timmy was tucked up in his bedroom wide-awake. He knew that Santa Claus would be coming to visit him tonight. This year, he was going to be sure to see him. Ever since he was a little boy, his mom told him stories about how Santa Claus would fly all over the world delivering presents to good little boys and girls on Christmas Eve night. She also told him that he wouldn't come unless Timmy was fast asleep in his bed, but Timmy thought he was smarter then that. He turned out all his lights and lay completely motionless on his side. Even when his mom slowly opened the door to peek in on him, he made sure to not move or make a peep. He learned from years past that pretending to be asleep would quickly make him fall asleep, so this year he ate plenty of sweets at the Christmas Eve Dinner at his aunt's house. He also snagged some sugar packets from various restaurants that his mother liked to keep in the fridge so in case he got drowsy, he could pop one in his mouth to keep him up. They were all already opened and hiding under his still arm so that if he needed one, he'd move as little as possible in getting to it.

Now let me explain something here. "Little" Timmy is not exactly little anymore. At 18 years of age and standing 6'2" tall, he's a rather big kid. But Timmy's mom, Sarah, was a very peculiar woman. His mother fed him well to keep him healthy and fit. She cut his dirty blonde hair every weekend to keep it short and trimmed. And she snipped his nails at the end of every month to keep them short as well. She home-schooled Timmy all his life and kept his outside influences to a minimum, especially around the holidays. Timmy would have to stay home or at his aunt's house. In fact, the only time he got to go anywhere was for his birthday where they'd dress him up in a nice suit and take him out to dinner. And so, at 18 years old, Timmy still acted like a naive 14 year old. But Timmy loved his life, he thought his parents were the best people ever, and his aunt always had the best games to play when he visited her. His mother told him how cruel the outside world was with their lying and cheating and stealing, and Timmy found no reason to want to be apart of it.

As for Timmy's dad, well... he didn't really say much. He was just as tall as Timmy, with a bit more weight in his pouch, and shaggy brown hair. Everyday he went to work at 7 AM and was home by 6 PM. They'd sit down for dinner and Sarah would tell them about what she and Timmy did that day and how big and strong her little man was getting. And Tom, Timmy's dad, would nod his head and smile happily at his son. After dinner, they'd play a game, or sing songs, or watch holiday movies on TV. This was generally the routine for Timmy, but he couldn't imagine it any other way.

Sarah was a young woman. She gave birth to Timmy when she was only 16 and married his father, Tom, 2 years later. She moved them all to a nicely furnished cabin in the woods where they've lived ever since. She was about 5'6 and 130lbs with straight blonde hair that'd reach her butt if she ever let it out of the tight bun atop her head. She had emerald green eyes and an angelic face. Around the house, she often wore a light dress, and she loved to cuddle under a blanket by the fireplace and read her books. Her chest stood out at a prominent 36D, but Timmy never really took notice. With the long, flowing dresses concealing their size and any cleavage, and his child-like innocence, Timmy saw Sarah as simply his mother and nothing more.

And so it was that Timmy was tucked up in his bed pretending to be fast asleep as he anxiously awaited the arrival of jolly old Saint Nick. He stared at the blackness in his room for what seemed like hours and he was beginning to think that maybe Santa Claus really did know when he was sleeping and when he was awake.

As Timmy's eyelids began to get heavy, he felt a stirring in his trousers. He slowly and quietly got to his feet and crept out of his bedroom. As he turned the hall towards the bathroom, he noticed that there were shadows moving along the wall. "It must be Santa!" he thought to himself. He tiptoed down along the wall as quietly as he could until he reached the end of the hallway. And what to his wondering eyes should appear but Santa Claus in the flesh! And on top of that, or rather on top of him, was Timmy's mom!

At first, Timmy thought she was just sitting on his lap telling Santa what a good mommy she'd been and how she'd hope that he brought Timmy all the things he asked for. But something was strange about it all. Sarah wasn't sitting on Santa's lap at all; she was straddling him and bouncing up and down on his lap. In fact, all the muffled talking wasn't talking at all. His mother was moaning with her face pressed right into Santa's fluffy white beard. Timmy had never seen such things before. Sure he'd kissed his mother all the time, but they were always short and fleeting. In fact, he'd never even seen his mom kiss his dad the way she was kissing Santa.

Watching the scene, Timmy began to feel another twitch in his trousers, but it was different from before. He reached down to hold himself and realized that his penis had swollen. He was a little panicked, but it felt good when he touched it. He slid his hand up and down along its length through his pajama bottoms.

Just then, his mother threw her head up from Santa's beard. Her long, blonde hair was a mess as she bounced on Santa's lap. But what's worse, she was looking straight into Timmy's eyes.

"Timmy! Young man," she shouted, "I thought I told you to go to bed and fall asleep!"

"I-I was asleep," he lied. He wasn't sure why, but the anger and power in her voice scared him. He'd never heard his sweet, young mom talk like that before to him. "I woke up 'cause I needed to go potty real bad and then I saw the s-s-shadows moving and wanted to see Santa Claus."

"Well, young man, you know you're not supposed to see Santa Claus! And you're certainly not supposed to be spying on people. But now that you have, you might as well get over here and learn something so you can get that dumbfounded expression off your face."

All the while, Sarah continued to buck on Santa's lap, possibly even harder now than before.

Timmy, with his head hung low, walked over to his mom and sat beside her on the couch. She put her index finger under his chin and raised his head up to look at her. His eyes were still down, not wanting to see the anger in her face, which explains for why he was totally unprepared for what happened next. Sarah turned her head to the side, grabbed the back of her son's neck, pulling his face into hers. Timmy gasped and she slid her long, slender tongue right through the opening. Her lips felt so warm against his and her tongue was exciting him like nothing he'd ever imagined.

When she broke the kiss, she grasped the hem of her dress and flung it up off her body. Her full tits were bouncing in the air, occasionally brushing against Santa's face and beard. Timmy looked down to see that Santa's fly was open and his penis was disappearing inside his mom.

"This is called fucking, son, but we'll get to that later. Lay back on the couch," Sarah moaned.

Timmy crawled to the end of the couch, his head propped up against the arm. Sarah dismounted from Santa's lap and crawled up her son's legs. His erect cock was laying flat against his abdomen as she grasped it in her hand.

"My my my," she cooed, "You certainly do have a big one. You must get that from my side of the family," she teased as she looked back at Santa. Santa's prick, though only slightly shorter, at 7 inches, was not nearly as thick as Timmy's.

"Now, son, this is what's called a blowjob. You better learn the word well because mommy will be wanting to do this a lot from now on." Sarah opened her mouth wide and pushed the head of his prick past her lips. Timmy groaned and clenched his eyes shut as his mother's vacuum-sealed lips slid down to the very base of his shaft. She then bobbed on his knob a few times, allowing her little boy to see her thick saliva drip out of her mouth and coat his manhood.

"Mmm baby cum for mommy now," Sarah cooed as she tightly jerked her fist over his dick. Sooner than she expected, Timmy let out a long moan as a thick spurt of cum flew out and landed on Sarah's right tit. She immediately dove down and inhaled his prick to take the rest down her throat.

"Timmy!" she exclaimed, "you left a mess on mommy's booby! You dirty boy." Sarah used her finger to get the glob of cum, bit-by-bit, up into her mouth and made absurd sucking noises on her finger as she did so.

"Well, I've had about enough of you pussies," Sarah said while getting to her knees on the couch. She slid her plump ass up Timmy's legs while looking at the Santa Claus and said "I think it's time you two fuck me so we can all go to bed."

Sarah kept her full ass in Timmy's view while reaching for the KY-Jelly on the table behind the couch. She twisted off the top and smeared a large glob onto her index finger. Then reaching back, she rubbed it all over her puckered ass hole and slowly her finger pushed inside. Once satisfied, she took a hold of Timmy's cock and got it lined up, the head softly grazed against her shit chute.

"My little boy is growing up so fast," she said. "It's his first fuck and already he's going to be plowing mommy's asshole."

Timmy felt a bit confused, but as his cock was pushed into the warm depths of his mom's tight ass, he understood what she meant. He never considered putting his penis into a girl's butt before -- it seemed so foul. But now, laying on the couch with his thick rod lodged into his mother's warm and moist shitter, he felt as though he could blow his load again right there.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Mr. Santa," Sarah said as she lie back against Timmy's chest and spread her long legs obscenely into the air. For once, there was a reaction from the fat man as he scrambled up to his feet. Placing one knee between Sarah and Timmy's spread legs, he pushed his cock up her glistening wet pussy. The lips opened on their own, accepting his member into her love canal. Her juices were flowing so freely that they trailed down her ass crack and further lubricated Timmy's stiff prick as she began to buck on the two fat cocks.

"Oh god yes, fuck me you stupid bastards! Fuck mommy's ass hard!" Sarah wailed as Santa began to take control, sliding Sarah's sweaty body back and forth on their fuck organs. "Oh yes babies, fuck me harder! Deeper! Let your hot cum boil inside my ass and pussy."

Sarah wrapped her arms around Santa's neck as she brutally took every inch of their cocks in her holes. Her moans and screams of pleasure almost scared Timmy, but she kept urging them on in her own foul manner.

"Do it! Harder! Faster! Unnghhh.. fuck me, damnit! Fuck mommy's tight, throbbing holes! Ohhh yes baby, I can feel your cum up my ass," Sarah bellowed as Timmy's raging hard-on released a raging river of semen up his mom's butt. Santa came soon after, releasing a torrid of juice into her pussy.

After a few moments rest, Sarah climbed to her feet and told Timmy to go to bed. She kissed Santa on the cheek and excused herself to the bathroom. As Timmy's head hit his pillow, he wondered what the days to come would bring for him and his mom. But most of all, he wondered, "What's dad going to do when he finds out?"



I Saw Mommy Kissing the Grinch



Two days after Carol broke up with me, our division was shut down. I don't think this was coincidence; she was much better connected to things going on above us in the company than I ever was. I think she didn't want to have to deal with a boyfriend who'd just been laid off, especially this close to the holidays when there's basically nothing you can do about it besides mope around.

But there was something I had to do about it; I had to find work, some kind of work, fast, because with my daughters in college, I was about one year and eleven months short of the two years' savings the financial magazines always say you should have. I didn't have time to try to sweet-talk my way into another support technician job for a big corporation at age 45; I needed a paycheck in the next two weeks. While colleagues of mine fretted about what they should do and could do and would be willing to do, I sucked it up and went and did what I had to do. 

And within a day, I had the blue shirt and the name tag. I was Duane, welcome to Big Buy, why yes I do know something about installing a home network, I've been wiring office buildings for twenty years, yes ma'am I probably can get your laptop to talk to the internet while you're on the pot.

Frankly, it was kind of fun. For one thing, instead of being surrounded by people my own age with all the cares of my station in life, I was mostly surrounded by young people. Some smart and funny, some dumber than a box of rocks, slack jaws and vacant stares, living public service announcements for the dangers of a life spent playing video games. But even the dimmest bulbs seemed energetic next to the cube dwellers I'd been among for the past few years. And my immediate co-worker, a flamboyantly gay black kid named Reggie ("Because I like it when you chomp on my veggie"), was a hoot and, needless to say, not the sort of person I'd ever have met in my previous life. I think the first couple of days he kept saying outrageous things to see if he could shock me, but I just laughed or occasionally rolled my eyes, and he soon decided I was all right.

I started the week of Thanksgiving; Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were steady but not overwhelming, although they warned me that the Friday after Thanksgiving would be busy. They didn't tell the half of it; it was like I should have tied myself to a post on Wednesday, to withstand the tsunami that was about to hit.

First thing 10 am they were coming through the doors, grabbing everything from big screen TVs to box sets of "Lost" to iPods, cell phones, Flip cameras and who knows what. Nobody was particularly interested in routers and Ethernet cables, so our department was one of the few slow ones, but that just meant we had to run around helping out wherever else they needed us, which was everywhere.

I mostly stuck to the cameras and cell phones department, and by the shift's end I felt like I knew my way around there and was more help than hindrance to the two women who were mainly running it. They must have felt so too, because when the shift ended at 6, they invited me, Reggie and some other folks over to the Pancho O'Hara's at one corner of the mall's parking lot for drinks.

They were a mismatched pair, for sure. One of them, Vicki, was somewhere around my age, very much the no-nonsense mom type; I thought she might have been part Puerto Rican or something because she had kind of dusky skin, but then light green eyes and curly red hair which she had cropped so short it was almost shaven. She had a don't-mess-with-me manner which suggested teenagers at home, but there was something appealingly open about her face, too, with those bright eyes and her wide, slightly toothy smile. I had the feeling that she had probably looked pretty gawky as a skinny teenager, but having filled out over the years, she was pretty attractive in middle age.

I doubted most of the kids who came into Big Buy even noticed, though, because the other woman who worked that department was such a spectacle. Serena was six foot five and statuesque bordering on chunky, a combination which put an enormous chest right at eye level for most of the Latino guys who came in here looking for a new cell phone every couple of weeks. Add in her general Goth look, pale skin and teased black hair and purplish-grey lipstick and fingernails, which gave her a sultry, use-me-and-abuse-me air despite the incongruity of being dressed in blue polo shirt and chinos, and it was easy to imagine that Serena was responsible for an unusually rapid turnover in cell phones among the young male segment.

Anyway, so we headed for Pancho O'Hara's like survivors of a shipwreck giddy at having made it to dry land, and the first couple of beers went down real fast. Besides Reggie, Vicki and Serena, there was Sarhad, a middle-eastern guy who seemed like he had the hots for Serena and was more than little uncomfortable with Reggie's constant gay patter; Chris, a young, lanky stereo speaker expert who had the hots for Serena; and Marty, an older appliance salesman who had the hots for basketball on Pancho O'Hara's impressive array of flat screens and not much else.

"So what brought you to Big Buy, Duane?" Vicki asked me, after the beer had had a chance to unwind us all a bit from our shopping nerves.

"I got laid off and I have two girls in college I have to help pay for," I said. "What about you, you have any kids?"

"One daughter. She's eight. The light of my life," she said, then quickly adding as if anticipating my next question (it wouldn't have been), "She's with her dad. He has an office job and gets the day after Thanksgiving off. Unlike me," she added ruefully.

"Eight's a great age for the holidays," I said. "Does she still believe in Santa?" I asked. Reggie immediately replied by singing "I saw Daddy blowing Santa Claus..."

"You're going to hell for that one," Vicki said to him, laughing. "A little," she answered me. "Probably not, but she doesn't want to not believe, either."

"Okay, I'm ready to dance," Serena announced, a bit sulkily. "Anybody want to dance?"

Sarhad looked like he was trying to get a strangled reply out but before he could, Serena looked at me. "Duane. Want to dance with me?"

Startled, I looked at Vicki for some guidance. She shrugged and said, "Never turn down a pretty girl who asks you to dance, Duane."

And so I ended the night dancing with a 23-year-old girl. Definitely different from my old job.

* * *

After that the holiday season went pretty smoothly. We were always busy, but barring the occasional promotional item which didn't get shipped to our store in time, we didn't want to tear our hair out or burn the place down, at least not too often.

I got to be pretty close with Vicki and Serena, in fact sometimes a little too close for comfort. There was the day Serena couldn't sit down because it was that time of the month and so her boyfriend had wanted to do her in the ass, which was fine until an hour later he wanted to do it again. "Don't get fucked in the ass twice in the same night, that's my advice," Serena said.

"Civilians," Reggie sniffed.

Then there was another day that she kept answering her cell phone every five minutes. I asked Vicki what the deal was and she just rolled her eyes. Fortunately (or not) Serena, with her complete lack of discretion, was soon spilling her story to me for sympathy... which I tried to muster despite the fact that my dad-of-similar-aged-daughters instincts made me think about strangling her. 

"Okay, so my boyfriend wanted us to have a threesome, he kept pestering me about it, and so we did it, and it was okay, I'm not going to say it wasn't fun getting it from both directions, but then he's asking me, what did I think of Ramon's cock, that's his friend, Ramon, and I said it was okay, and he said no, what did you really think, you had it in your fucking mouth bitch you must have some opinion on the subject, and I said what's with you you're the one who wanted me to suck it, so back off, and he wouldn't stop, and I said if you want to know how his fucking cock was why don't you suck it for yourself, and now he's all pissed that I like Ramon's cock better than his which is totally not true, and that I said he's a faggot which is also not true although now I'm starting to wonder, and he doesn't want me to come to his sister Gloria's baby's baptism on Sunday because he says they don't allow whores in church, so I said they're not big on faggots either unless they're called Father, and he said I'm insulting his faith, these fucking Mexicans, I swear, don't talk God or Mama with them, you ever have a problem like this Duane?"

No, I allowed, I've never had a problem like that, curiously enough. Yes ma'am, can I show you something in a cell phone with built-in camcorder?

Serena's love life-- no, scratch that-- sex life just became something like a reality show that I tuned into, whether I wanted to or not, every time I walked by their department. I thanked God that my girls weren't like that-- or if they were, they were much better at keeping it from me. And hopefully always would be.

Meanwhile, however, my own lack of a sex life was starting to drag me down a little, or at least add an extra dimension of melancholy to my already lonely holiday season. And I decided it was time to do something about it. Vicki was single, friendly, and over time I'd found her more and more attractive, not in the blatantly sexual way that Serena was, of course. But more and more I found her-- her womanly, rounded body, her bright and open face, the bordering-on-punk touch of her almost-shaved head ("Ch-ch-ch-chia Vicki!" Reggie sang to her one morning), subtly carnal in a down to earth, earthy, earth-mama way. (I didn't think I was just being desperate.)

So I asked her out. 

She looked at me with concern, tenderness, pity, fear and loathing-- hell, could have been any of those. "Um, Duane, that's sweet, but I'm not really in a position to go out on a date," she said. "When I get off work, I have to get Danni right away from her grandma. I can't be going out all night. No, sir, printer cartridges would be in computers, over there."

"Why don't you bring her along?" I said, trying to salvage the embarassment of my evidently pathetically miscalculated attempt.

"You serious?"

"Sure. It doesn't have to be a big date. We could go get some pizza and beer, the three of us. Just have a good time, that's all." I kicked myself for having said "that's all" so soon.

She thought for a minute. "Why not."

* * *

We had a fun night and Danni was a charming 8-year-old, cheerful and innocent and funny, reminded me of my own girls at that sweet age. Which left me all that much more bummed when Vicki brought the evening to an end with a finality that left no room for, uh, why don't I stick around while you put her to bed and then we can have a nightcap.

Back to work and we were all chummy as we could be, so it wasn't that I had turned her off in some way... I didn't think. But I guess it was kind of obvious that I was chasing her a little, because eventually Reggie stopped me over by the microwaves and asked me, "So, Duane my man, are you putting your big white thunderstick to our Vicki?"

"Uh, that's not really anybody's business, Reggie--"

"I thought so," he said, then started singing "Blue-oooo balls on a green Christmas tree--"

"Jesus Christ, Reggie," I said. "Could you just stay out of my business, or at least not sing about it like you're in Dreamgirls?" I walked away and headed back to our department.

"Ooh, Miss Thing has claws," he said. "Listen, my man, I know how it is. Our Miss Vicki ought to take a liking to you, you're pretty trim for your age and you're straight, there aren't that many of you left at her age."

"Can you tell me which of these vacuum cleaners cleans up cat hair?" a guy tried to ask us. We ignored him.

"Go restock something, Reggie," I said.

"You are straight, aren't you Duane?" I rolled my eyes. "Because if that little problem gets to be too much for you, Reggie could take care of it for you and you'd still be straight... technically."

"Enough, Reggie. I'm not interested. In listening to you any more."

"It's okay, man," he said. "Just keep in mind what I said. The Reg-o-matic can relieve the pressure and make a new man out of you."

"Which one is the Reg-o-matic?" I heard the guy ask another salesperson as I walked back to my area.

* * *

I asked her out again the weekend before Christmas, but she said things were just too hectic to even think about it. Maybe seeing that I looked disappointed, she patted my hand, which was the first physical touch we'd had, really. But I could tell it was the brush-off kind, it was lucky I didn't get the speech about how I would always be like a brother to her.

Firmly in desperate-loser mode as I was, I used my lunch break to run over to the Toys 'R' Us and pick up something for Danni-- she liked horses, so I got her a model horse and steeplechase set. I gift-bagged it and stuck it in my trunk, waiting for the right moment to present it to Vicki. Like that would work.

My girls were staying with my ex for the first week of Christmas break, so it was shaping up to be Charlie Brown's Most Depressing Christmas Special Ever. I used my discount to buy myself a box set of the first season of Deadwood, just to have something to do all day on Christmas that wouldn't remotely remind me of what day it was. 

The 24th was a hectic day, almost as bad as the day after Thanksgiving, but we finally closed the doors at 4-- too late! If you haven't gotten it by now, you're not getting it!-- and a group of us headed over to Pancho O'Hara's for a drink. I figured Vicki would need to get home for Danni but actually she was going to be at her dad's till at least 8:30, so Vicki was happy to come along for a bit.

The place was packed and loud as hell, it did a huge office Christmas party business and I guess tonight it was one of the few places open and offering you one last chance to have a drunken good time before a night and day of enforced family time. At first we squeezed ourselves into one corner on the first floor, but within a fairly short time we'd all gone our separate ways into the crowd. I tried to stick near Vicki but she didn't seem to be having anything to do with me and in a short time she was gone.

I wandered around the place, which was enormous. The main floor was full of things like hoops games and dartboards and the like, and the second floor just had a bar and a lot of TVs. I'd never been to the third floor, it usually wasn't open, but hearing the disco music booming from it and seeing the flash of blue lights and strobes, I decided to check it out.

When I saw it, I understood why they did so much Christmas party business. It was a vast cartoon winter wonderland, decorated to within an inch of its life with trees and snowscenes, strobes and projected snowflake patterns and thudding disco for the well-lubricated crowd of office workers already there... and full of nooks and crannies where two people could make out in semi-privacy. And if that didn't suffice, it seemed to have an unusually high number of restrooms, with lockable doors. It too was packed, part of the room marked off with signs for a local realty company's party, but literally a couple of hundred people milling and dancing in the middle of the room. Each time the strobes flashed, it froze a picture of office workers dancing, writhing, kissing, feeling each other up, leading each other to another, more private place.

I was just turning to head back downstairs when I found myself face-to-chest with Serena. She was drunk off her ass, I could tell. "Duane!" she screamed, though fortunately the hall was so loud that I'm sure they couldn't have heard her ten feet away.

"Hey Serena, I was just heading--"

Drink in hand, she cornered me against a wall, pushing her huge chest into my face. "Duane, for an older guy... you're really HOT." She chugged the rest of her drink and set it on a table, then wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me.

"Jesus Christ, Serena, I think you need to get home--"

"Oh come on," she said, and reached for the nearest restroom. It was locked. "Fuck!" she yelled. She tried the next one. It was locked too. "Oh just come on," she said, dragging my arm along as she staggered toward one of the private party rooms.

"Serena, these are reserved-- oh." 

I expected a little hanky panky to be going on in the rooms but I really had no idea that it would be so... open. There's really only one word for what was happening in there, and that's "orgy." The room was plainly set up with that in mind, with various couches and love seats and piles of throw pillows, and I could see half a dozen couples writhing and humping each time the strobes lit the room up for an instant. Without prying too hard I looked around at all the action around me and... well how about that. Reggie had Sarhad up against the wall and was on his knees, pumping Sarhad's cock. He saw me and Serena and gave me a thumbs-up-- way to go, dude!

Serena pushed me against the wall and started kissing me again. This was pretty much the moment of decision, either I was going to fuck a drunken, shamefully irresponsible 22-year-old with who knows what emotional issues, or I was going to go home blue-balled and depressed to the dreariest Christmas of my 45 years. I'd like to say it was a decision reached thoughtfully and carefully, but who would I be kidding. I kissed her back and started groping those huge, heavy knockers under her blue polo shirt.

As she kissed me, sloppily and slobberingly, she started rubbing my cock in my pants, so I took that as a cue to reach up under her shirt. She responded by just lifting it up and flinging it over her head like the wind had caught it. Behind her, each time the strobe flashed in the other room I could make out a guy who was fucking a woman in a short skirt watching us as they screwed. Serena reached behind herself and popped her bra, and her massive hooters plopped out. I moved down and started sucking on one of her pencil-eraser nipples while kneading the other big heavy tit with my hand. She tasted of salty sweat and alcohol.

We kissed for a few minutes, and I felt her all over. I'd never made out with anyone who was taller than me, and it was kind of strange feeling a body on a scale simply larger than my own. Everything about her was big-- her long arms, her soft belly, her broad behind, the legs that put her crotch up higher than mine. Yet though she was big, she didn't seem fat, she simply seemed giant. It was strange and exciting to work my way around her body, kissing and nibbling and sucking, and have everything be... so far apart. Does that make any sense? I don't know, I'm just telling it how I experienced it.

Suddenly the couple who had been on the couch were standing next to us, shirts open, her breasts hanging out and skirt on sideways, and they were offering us the couch they had just been fucking on. Serena grabbed me and pushed me down onto my back, then unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my knees. She grabbed my cock by the root and then her big mouth was slobbering all over it, getting it juicy wet. She pulled down her pants, reached into her crotch and rubbed it a few times, and then she was on top of me, her warm wet pussy engulfing me as her heavy body slammed against my hips and her hair and tits hung down into my face. A flash from the strobe showed me Sarhad, glaring at us with indescribable jealousy. I assumed Reggie was still where I'd last seen him.

Serena was fucking me with wild abandon. I grabbed her big ass and held on for dear life. The woman in the couple who'd been on the couch before us came over to her and put her hand on one of her breasts as she rode up and down on me; Serena threw her head back in delight. God, what if I ended up staying with her? I wondered. Could I live this life? Could I be with someone who'd be fucking somebody else in a different way every third night? How long before she wore me out? Though even as she rode my cock, I knew that I was just today's diversion.




I Saw Mommy Kissing the Grinch



Suddenly I heard Reggie say "Vicki! I was just looking for--" and I saw him jump up from blowing Sarhad and move toward the door. But it was too late. Vicki had come in the room and it was obvious, from her face, that she had put 2 and 2 together.

"Oh, Duane," she said, with a voice of real disappointment. "I was looking for you." And the way she said "for you" said it all-- this would have been my night, if she hadn't found me like this, right now.

I started to scramble up and push Serena off but Vicki stopped me. "Oh hell, I've already seen it, you might as well keep going." And she turned and went out, so I did.

God help me, it seemed to have excited Serena even more. I had a feeling that if Vicki had started beating on her, that would have been the best sex she'd ever had. She rode me, her big heavy body slamming into my hips with each hump. Her huge breasts slapped up and down, and I grabbed them like greased piglets and put them to my mouth. I felt something else down around my cock-- Jesus Christ, the other woman had her hand there, feeling my cock slide in and out of Serena. Then the two women were kissing, I hoped Sarhad was watching this, and what the hell, I was there, I started stroking the other woman's thigh. She scooted away-- bitch. I banged Serena as hard as I could from below, digging my fingernails deep into her big ass, biting her nipple, fucking as hard as I could, because so far as I could see, this was the last piece of ass I was going to get for the foreseeable future.

* * *

By the time I wandered out the front door at closing time I was pretty goddam tight and pretty goddam morose. A little proud that I had managed to have such wild, stupid sex on Christmas Eve of all nights, but at the same time, ready to kick my own ass that I'd so completely fucked up things with Vicki. I knew that the pleasure of the one would fade a lot faster than the self-loathing of the other.

Snow was falling, thin dry snow that blew away as soon as it hit the parking lot. As I got in the car I remembered the present for Danni in the back seat. A sensible man would have figured he could at least get his $19 back at Toys 'R' Us. I drove to Vicki's house.

My original idea, if it could be called that, was to leave the present on the porch. When I reached her house, though, I saw that with the porch light on, I might as well be putting a sign saying "Hey Christmas Present Thieves!" over the gift bag.

Then I remembered something Danni had told me. Because they didn't have a fireplace, Santa came in the back porch, and so she left cookies for him there. Well, Santa was going to leave an extra surprise out there tonight.

I went around back and stepped as quietly as I could onto the back porch and smiled when I saw the plate with cookies. I set the present down and prepared to leave when I noticed something-- the sliding back door was slightly ajar.

For a moment I thought maybe an intruder had gotten into the house. Then I put it together-- no doubt Danni had opened the door to add one extra cookie or something, and her mom didn't know and hadn't had a chance to close and lock the door.

Which meant... I could leave my present in the house, under the tree, and really surprise both Danni and her mom. I slid the door open as quietly as I could, and carefully stepped into the house. It was like the Grinch, putting the presents back after his change of heart. Well, I had grinched up Christmas real good for all of us, but here was my chance to do something right, and maybe be invited back to carve the roast beast, someday.

I tiptoed to the front of the house, where the tree sat. Muffin, Danni's cat, opened one eye but was otherwise uninterested in me. I set the package down and started to head back to the door. 

Someone was standing there, and it wasn't little Cindy Lou Who. Because Cindy Lou Who wasn't 5 foot 7, and standing in Modern Isosceles stance in her pajamas with a .38 pointed at me.

"Jesus Vicki, don't shoot! It's Duane!"

She didn't lower the gun. "Duane, what the fuck are you doing in my house."

I explained as best I could given that I was shaking like Jell-O. Halfway through, she lowered the gun, and by the end she had put the safety back on. "Jesus, Duane, I could have shot you."

"I know," I said.

"Haven't you gotten in enough trouble tonight?"

"I know, Vicki, I know."

"What were you thinking, fucking Serena?"

"What was I thinking?"

"Yeah, what were you thinking."


I bit my lip and looked up at her. "I was thinking that I might as well because I didn't have a chance with the woman I was really attracted to, maybe even falling in love with. Because even when I tried to show that I could be a real friend to both her and her daughter, she seemed to push me away and brush me off. I was thinking that the woman I really wanted, the woman I hoped could be mine, didn't want anything to do with me, that as soon as we got to the party she disappeared. I was thinking I was going to be alone for a sad, lousy Christmas and nobody'd care if I lived or died, so when somebody wanted to fuck me on my way to being forgotten by this entire goddam planet, I said hell yes. That's what I was thinking, Vicki, and if it offends you, I'm sorry."

She was quiet for a minute. Then she went over and locked the back door. "I really was looking for you, Duane."

"I know that now, but I didn't know it then."

We stood and looked at each other for a minute. "Jesus, it's a hell of a thing," Vicki said.

"It is," I said.

"On Christmas no less."

"On Christmas," I said. "Look, I know you don't want to have anything to do with me now, but please, maybe in a few days, think about it all, and think about whether I could have a second chance."

She thought for a moment. "Well, it is Christmas Eve."

"Yeah it is," I said.

"If there's ever a time to forgive, this is it," she said.

I looked up at her, not daring to hope. "Do you--"

"Oh come here, Duane," she said, and held her arms out to me. I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, warmly and gratefully.

* * *

We took a minute to drink Santa's milk and take a couple of bites of his cookies, and then we locked up and went back to her bedroom. She lowered the lights and then she slipped out of her pajama top, standing before me topless, her mature breasts rolling to each side, her love handles and little belly spilling over her pajama bottom. She was beautiful.

We kissed, not hungrily and sloppily like Serena, but slowly, gently, with all the time in the world. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. "You didn't happen to take a shower after, uh, you know what on your way here, did you?"

"Uh... no."

"In you go," she said, hustling me toward the bathroom.

When I came out (after the fastest shower I thought I could get away with), she was laying on the bed, facing me, nude. And she was more beautiful and sexy than I had even imagined, her womanly curves, her sturdy thighs. I dropped my towel and jumped in next to her, and we ran our hands over each other. Her skin wasn't as taut as Serena's, but it was soft and smooth, invitingly cushy everywhere I touched.

I kissed her beautiful breasts, burying my face between them, and then nuzzled my way down her stomach until I reached the little triangle of curly red hair. Her legs parted and I flicked my tongue along the folds in the center; then again, deeper, and she moaned in delight. The third time I let my tongue burrow in more deeply, tasting the tang of her juices inside, as my arms wrapped around her hips and grasped her soft round ass.

I licked her and she began bucking my face, up and down. I spread her cheeks apart and when her hips came up my tongue flicked down to her asshole, tickling the wrinkled little hole. She moaned more, and I pushed her legs up, licking at it and spreading it open with my tongue. "Oh God, now, now," she said, and so I climbed up on top of her. She grabbed my cock in her hand and guided into her warm, wet pussy, drawing it inside. As I thrust into her she wriggled up and down, energetically and enthusiastically, yet not hurriedly... because both of us felt that this was just the first of many, many times.

* * *

"Duane?"

"Yes, Vicki?"

"Did this turn out to be a good Christmas for you?" she asked me as we lay there, her head on my chest, in the dark.

I thought ahead to what the day held-- opening presents with Danni, fixing dinner, back to bed in another 22 hours or so-- and I hugged her and held her tighter. 

"The best Christmas ever, my love. Good night."

"Good night. And Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Like mine."