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!
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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.
