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