I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus

It was Christmas Eve and I was so excited that I couldn’t hardly sleep! Neither could Mister Wiggles and Dolly Holly. I was a good girl all year and it was finally going to pay off, but only if I could fall asleep. I closed my eyes real tight, but that didn’t work. Then I heard something outside. It might probably have been reindeer. I went and looked out the window. Snow was falling down, and I could see some footprints. Most likely elves. I jumped back into bed because I was afraid Santa would skip my house if I was awake. That’s when I first hear him.

“Ho, ho, ho…”

The sound came from downstairs. He was here! Right in my house. I tried to be the goodest I’ve ever been, but I couldn’t stand it. I had to go take one little peek. Mister Wiggles wanted to see, too. We sneaked down the stairs and there he was. It was Santa! I couldn’t even believe it. Wait until I told stupid Tiffany that he really was real. That’s when I saw something very strange.

Mommy was sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. There were all kinds of presents there and I could tell most of them were for me. But the strange thing was that Mommy had hardly any clothes on. She usually wore a big, fluffy robe at night, but all she had on was this tiny little dress that you could see right through. She was looking at Santa and smiling in a funny way.

That’s when Mommy opened her legs apart and she didn’t have any underpants on. She was showing Santa her foo-foo. Mommy always told me that was s’posed to be private. Santa said, “Ho, ho, ho!” again and was very happy about it. Mommy started touching herself all over down between her legs and was kind of squirming around. It was the strangest thing I ever saw her do.

Santa took off his big mittens and pulled down his pants. I covered my eyes because I shouldn’t of seen Santa’s naked butt. I took another peek and saw him pulling on his ding-ding. I knew about ding-dings because I helped Mommy change my baby cousin’s diaper a couple times. Santa’s ding-ding was much, much bigger than Jeffery’s. He pulled and pulled and it got bigger and bigger. It must have been from Christmas magic. Mister Wiggles was scared, but he wanted to stay and see more.

Mommy was making funny noises and pinching the ends of her breasts (Tiffany calls them boobs). It looked like it hurt, but she was still smiling and she was having fun. That’s when Santa went over and waved his ding-ding around by her face. Mommy opened her mouth wide and Santa put his thing right in there! Mommy started sucking on it real hard. It was the strangest thing, but Santa made a moaning sound like it felt very good.

Then I noticed something felt good between my legs. I never felt anything like it before. I squeezed my legs together tight, but that only made it worser…or betterer, actually.

Santa pulled his huge ding-ding out of Mommy’s mouth and hit her face with it a bunch of times. I was afraid Mommy would get mad at him for doing that, but I guess she liked it. He grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it. Mommy was still touching herself a lot between the legs and some of her fingers looked like they were going up inside somewhere. This was too crazy to believe.

The strange feeling in my underpants was going nuts. I stuffed Mister Wiggles down there to make it stop. It didn’t make it go away, but it felt extra nice instead.

Mommy suddenly turned around and got on her hands and knees like a doggy. Santa kneeled down behind her and poked at her behind with his big ding-ding. Mommy reached around and spread her butt cheeks open, then she said, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Santa.” Was she crazy! That’s the last thing you want to say to Santa because then you don’t get any presents.

Santa leaned over and spit on her right between her butt cheeks. She was in so much trouble now!

“Yes you have,” he said. “Santa needs to teach this naught girl a lesson.”

Ho, boy, I knew Mommy was going to get it for that. What could she have done that was so bad?

“Santa is going to have to shove his North Pole in your naughty little asshole.”

I didn’t know what an asshole was, but it didn’t sound nice. Mommy just nodded and shook her butt. It was almost like she wanted to be punished! Santa pulled his ding-ding a few more times then pushed it against her. He pushed and pushed then all of a sudden it disappear somewhere. I very quietly moved down a few stairs so I could get a better look. That’s when I couldn’t believe what I was seeing more than anything.

Santa’s ding-ding was going into Mommy’s butt. It was impossible, but I guess if Santa can get down a chimney that he could also get up there. He moved so his giant thing went in and out. Mommy was making happy noises, and so was Santa. This didn’t look like such a bad punishment. Actually, it was almost like Mommy was being even more naughty than ever. Mister Wiggles rubbed against my foo-foo harder and harder, and I watched some more.

Santa’s ding-ding went in and out over and over again, and then he gave Mommy a big spank. I thought she was going to cry after that, but she only laughed and said, “More!” She got more spanks and liked it. I never liked getting spanks, but maybe I was s’posed to. Mister Wiggles was rubbing faster and faster.

“I’m coming,” Mommy said. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” I was very surprised that Mommy said a dirty word, and I couldn’t figure out where she was coming from because she was already right there. Everything was getting stranger and stranger. “Oh, Santa, fuck my dirty, naughty asshole!”

That’s when Mommy shook all over and made all kinds of whimpering noises. It made my foo-foo tingle when that happened, but I don’t know why.

“Santa’s ready,” he said and pulled his ding-ding out of Mommy’s butt.

Mommy turned around real fast and opened her mouth wide. Santa was pulling on his thing real fast.

“Santa only comes once a year,” he said, “and here it is you fucking cum slut!”

I didn’t have time to be upset about Santa saying a bad word because all of the sudden creamy milk began squirting out of his ding-ding and into Mommy’s mouth. He gave her about five squirts, and seeing that gave me even more tingles between my legs for some reason. Mommy moved her tongue around and it was all covered with the gooey milk. She swallowed a couple times then showed Santa that she’d swallowed it all. That made Santa very happy.

“Merry Christmas,” Santa said and leaned over and gave Mommy a big kiss. She would be in huge trouble if Daddy ever found out that she was kissing with someone else!

I quietly tip-toed back upstairs to my room and got into bed. That funny-nice feeling was still there between my legs. I laid down on my tummy with Dolly Holly under my foo-foo. I moved my butt around kind of like the way Mommy did and it felt really good. I kept giving myself tingles until I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I thought that it must have all just been a dream. I ran downstairs and all my presents were there just like I had dreamed about. There was a bite taken out of the cookies I made for Santa, and the carrot was almost gone (most likely he let Rudolf eat it). I was about to go wake up Mommy and Daddy so I could open presents, then that’s when I saw it.

Where I had dreamed about Mommy and Santa doing strange things there was a spot on the floor. I got down close and looked at it. I sniffed it and it smelled familiar. I figured out that it was a dried spot of Santa’s ding-ding milk. It wasn’t a dream! I really saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus underneath the Christmas tree last night!

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5 thoughts on “I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus

  1. Loved this and all the tingles. I have a thing for Santa Clause porn. Don’t tell anyone. Every year I make the rounds and re-read my favorites. It’s one of my little horny holiday traditions. I’m adding this one to the list.

  2. Well that got my ding-ding all stiff ! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to Rachael and to all of you who enjoy her wonderful blog.

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