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I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus
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DISCLAIMER
This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
NOT read any further.
All characters, place and events in this story are products of my
imagination, any similarity to any persons, individuals or
situations is purely coincidental, except for those public
figures and places that you may have seen or visited. The author
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Codes: MF, rom
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Late on Christmas Eve, I helped my mother put the last of the
Christmas presents under the tree. Our tree looked like Charlie
Brown's tree with its needless branches, lopsided stance, and
sizable "bald" spots. And the handful of presents underneath made
it look even more pitiful. We barely had enough money to pay the
bills, much less money to spend on a lot of Christmas presents.
But Terry still believed in Santa, so we worked hard not to
disappoint him.
Mom and I know the real story about Santa. However, even though
Santa Claus isn't real, Scrooge and the Grinch are real and are
rolled up into one person--my father. The reason there wasn't a
lot of presents under the tree this year was that the divorce
between my parents became final earlier in the year, and my
father paid a lawyer a lot of money to insure that his wife and
children got nothing from him.
After the divorce, I knew my mom was lonely. She was able to find
a job as a check-out clerk at a local grocery store. The job
didn't pay a lot, and often had her working odd hours, but it was
enough to pay the rent on a small apartment for the three of us
and buy food and clothes. But between the job and taking care of
us, mom was always busy.
I knew she was lonely and unhappy. She once told me, "Krystal, I
really don't deserve to be happy after what happened with your
father." I wish there was something I could do to change her
mind. I wished I could convince her that all men aren't bad, but
I wasn't so sure myself.
Around Thanksgiving, I took a part-time job at the same store
stocking the shelves at night so I could still attend high school
during the day. It was because of this job that we were able to
buy the few Christmas presents we did for Terry.
After I placed the last present under the tree, I reached over
and gave my mother a hug. She said, "Go on to bed, dear. I'll see
you in the morning."
I walked into the closet I called a bedroom, and curled up and
went to sleep.
* * *
I wasn't asleep for long before I heard a strange noise from the
other room. I quietly opened the door and looked out, and there
was mom sprawled out in front of the Christmas tree and a man
wearing a red jacket and no pants had his head buried between her
legs.
He wasn't fat and he wasn't old. While he did have a white beard
and hair, it wasn't nearly as long as his classic image. In fact
he was downright cute, for someone my mother's age. I watched
them make love for quite a while and wondered who he really was.
After all, Santa Claus isn't real I thought to myself. Even if he
was, there was no way he could visit every house in a single
night. Especially if he had to leave presents like the one he was
giving my mom.
"Santa is very talented." I heard from behind me. I turned around
and found myself face to face with Santa Claus. I looked back
through the doorway and Santa was still there having sex with my
mother.
This Santa looked different than the one in the living room. He
was much younger and he beard was even shorter. His face really
looked sexy. But then my mind snapped back to reality. With a
confused look on my face, I stammered "how...can...you..."
Santa just looked at me and smiled. "Christmas is magic,
Krystal."
"My...name...how..."
"All sorts of things that you believe are impossible can happen
at this time of year.",he said with his deep green eyes.
"But..."
"I know that you're mom is very lonely. That's why I'm giving her
that present in the other room. In the morning, you'll find that
she'll be able to put your father behind her for good."
"Then why are you here talking to me?"
"I know the sacrifices you made so that your little brother could
have a nice Christmas. I also know that there isn't anything
under the tree for you, so I'm here to give you your Christmas
present personally."
I heard a moan come from my mother as she enjoyed Santa's
attention. I looked Santa in the eye and said, "But all I really
want is for my mom to be happy, and it looks like you're doing
that already."
Santa looked at me and smiled. "I also knew what your father did
to you. I know that you're afraid of men and one of the reasons
you took that night job was so you had a convenient excuse when
someone asked you out on a date."
"How did you know? I never told anyone that my father... not even
my mother..." I stammered.
"Let me show you that all men aren't rapists..." Then Santa
reached over and held me in his muscular arms. He bent his head
over mine and his lips reached out to kiss me.
I felt the magic of Christmas take over my body. I don't know how
he did it, but the next thing I knew I was laying in the middle
of my bed and my clothes were neatly folded on my dresser. Santa,
with his short white beard, was kneeling between my legs while he
licked my pussy. I looked over the rest of his body. It was lean
and muscular and I wondered where he hid the 'bowl full of
jelly'.
When his tongue touched my clit, I screamed. Then I panicked when
I thought about what would happen if Terry woke up and saw Santa
eating my cunt.
"Terry will sleep soundly until the morning's first light," Santa
said as if he were reading my mind. "He won't see or hear
anything improper tonight. Nor will your mom. Remember my magic."
I don't know how many times I came with Santa's head between my
legs, but his efforts left me feeling empty. "Can you..." I
started to say, but Santa shifted his body and my mouth found
something better to do than talk as I gobbled up Santa's half
hard cock.
It wasn't long before Santa's cock was hard as a rock. Even
though my pussy enjoyed Santa's oral attention, I wanted that
long, thick cock between my legs.
Again, Santa read my mind and it seemed like only an instant
between when his cock was pumping into mouth and when I felt it
stretching my pussy. It only took a few seconds before my body
released itself with the first orgasm. I tried to count them, but
my mind stopped working after the first dozen or so orgasms.
* * *
I woke up the next morning with Terry banging on my door. I was
lying in bed nude, so I pulled up the blankets before telling him
it was okay to come in. Terry said, "Get up Krystal! Santa was
here. You got to see all of the presents under the tree!"
"It was only a dream," I thought to myself. Santa isn't real, and
even if he was real, how could he be two places at the same time?
"Okay," I grumbled and Terry scooted off. I heard him talking to
mom, trying to wake her up also.
I grabbed my robe and walked out into the main room. Mom was
laying on the sofa bed where she usually slept, and Terry was
standing beside the sofa bed dancing, shouting, and clapping his
hands.
Then I looked over at the tree. There were a lot more than the
five presents mom and I left under the tree last night. In fact,
the tree was somehow different. It was fuller and prettier than I
remembered, and there more lights and ornaments on it than I
remember putting on the tree with Terry.
Mom looked at me with confusion in her eyes. I wondered if she
had the same dream. But I didn't know how I could admit to anyone
that I had sex with Santa, even if it was only a dream.
Neither mom nor I said a thing to each other. We quietly folded
up the sofa bed and sat down and watched Terry open present after
present. I remembered the clothes and books mom and I had bought.
But the Hot Wheels set that we splurged on looked a lot bigger
than I remembered, and I was certain that we didn't get Terry a
Gameboy. But there was definitely one under the tree with a bunch
of games.
Finally, after the last of the presents was opened, mom and I
started cooking breakfast. When I opened the 'fridge to get some
eggs, I found a lot more food than I remembered from last night.
There was a big turkey just waiting for the oven, plus a new jug
of milk and some fresh veggies. I found some bacon to go with the
eggs and carried the eggs and bacon over to the stove.
Meanwhile, mom had found some surprises of her own in the closet.
The closets were full of canned goods like corn and tomato paste.
There were boxes of brand name cereal that I hadn't seen since
before the divorce. Terry was going to be very happy tomorrow
morning too!
Mom started fixing the bacon while I started scrambling the eggs.
Soon, the smells of Christmas breakfast started flowing through
the apartment.
A knock on the door shattered the peaceful morning. When my mom
opened it, two police officers stood there looking vaguely
familiar. The older one asked, "Are you Amanda Worthing?"
"Yes."
"Are you married to Brad Worthing?"
Mom carefully replied, "I was. We were divorced last spring."
The officers looked at each other for a moment and said, "Ma'am,
my name is Officer Claws. Mr. Worthing was involved in an
accident last night. Unfortunately, he didn't survive. His
identification indicated that you were the next of kin."
My mom didn't know what to say. I was happy he was dead and hoped
he suffered the whole way to hell. The younger officer looked at
me and I felt like he was reading my mind. In reality he probably
was studying my naked body beneath my robe. Embarrassed, I looked
away from his deep green eyes and stared at his manly chest.
The younger officer wore a badge with the letters C. Kringle
engraved at the top. I thought to myself, "No. It couldn't be."
Then I tried to imagine him with white hair and a beard.
My mom asked the officers, "Would you like some coffee?"
The older officer said, "No ma'am. We're going off duty soon."
"How about coming back for dinner?" I was shocked at my mother's
question.
"Well, how about it Craig?" the older officer said to the younger
one.
"That would be fine with me, sir. I have nowhere special to go
today anyway."
"We'd be delighted to come for dinner," the older officer said.
"Great!" my mom said, "Would six be okay Officer Claws?"
"Call me Sam, ma'am. Six would be fine."
* * *
It turned out that my father had neglected to update his will, so
mom inherited everything including our old house. So we were able
to celebrate our next Christmas in our old home. Officer Claws
and Kringle both came back for dinner that fateful Christmas day.
Dinner lead to a date for my mom on New Years Eve and before
long, Terry was running around telling everyone his father is
Sammy Claws.
Christmas Eve, Sam, Craig, mom and I put presents under the tree
for Terry and alsofor each other. My mom and Sam went to her
bedroom, while Craig and I retired to mine. After Craig and I had
made love, I started to tell him about my visit from Santa.
However for some reason, I couldn't. It was if it would spoil the
Christmas magic.
In the morning, Terry woke everyone up. Under the tree were all
of the presents we had left the night before, plus two small,
special presents that I'm certain weren't there when we went to
bed - one for me and one for my mom.
Terry brought me my present from Santa. When I unwrapped the
gift, I found a gold locket. Inside the locket was a picture of
me and another of Craig. Attached to the locket was a note that
said, "Christmas is magic."
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