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Dear Daddy
by DirtyMindedMom

Phil opened the door of his motel room and was assailed by the musty odor of sadness that had accumulated over the decades. The small red dome-shaped light on the rotary dial phone was flashing. He left the door open in the desperate hope some fresh air would force its way into his home-away-from-home, and walked toward the office. It had been just over a week since Maddie had kicked him out. How could I have been so stupid? He chastised himself for the hundredth time that day.

There was a small package that had been delivered to the motel for him. No return address, but he recognized his daughter’s handwriting. Phil hadn’t spoken to her since he left. His joy at learning the package was from her quickly gave way to nausea. She must hate me. His self-pity deepened. How will I ever be able to face her again?

Even though the motel was in a seedy part of town, no one had taken advantage of his open door. Not that there was much of anything to steal aside from some hastily packed clothes. And not that he’d care if anyone had stolen them. The half empty handle of gin was still there in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It would be just enough to get him through the night. He took a long pull straight from the bottle.

Phil stared at the small box in his lap. The address was written in blue pen. The fat, round letters were unmistakably Tessa’s. She stopped putting smiley faces in her O’s and dotting her I’s with hearts when she started high school the previous year. Phil took another swig to get rid of the sick feeling in his belly.

He opened the package and found a letter on top. Setting aside the bottle, he opened it with shaking hands.

Dear Daddy,

I miss you. I wanted to talk to you but Mom said I wasn’t allowed and she also took away my phone too. I was so confused about everything and she wouldn’t tell me what happened. I was crying like crazy for the first couple of days and even got sent home from school because of it. I was so sad – and I still am. I love you Daddy and I really, really miss you.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew,” Phil whispered hoarsely to the empty room. A tear drop landed on the letter causing the ink to blur.

I kept asking Mom about why you went away and she kept telling me it was grown up stuff. She’s acting like I’m some kind of stupid baby instead of almost 16. God, I hate her so much sometimes. A few days ago Mom was talking to Aunt Patty and I heard her talking about what happened.

Mom said that she came home early from work and found you in my bedroom. She said you were on your knees. She didn’t know what was going on until she realized you had your pants down and that you were touching yourself. (I’m pretty sure she meant that you were masturbating or “jerking off” but she didn’t want to say it like that.) Anyway, Mom also said to Aunt Patty that you had a pair of my dirty panties. You were sniffing them and sucking on the crotch part.

Phil was on the verge of puking. Three big gulps of gin did nothing to help the situation. She knew. His precious daughter knew what a disgusting excuse for a man he was. That he wasn’t fit to be her father. She had every right to despise him for his perverted depravity. He forced himself to keep reading and give poor Tessa the satisfaction of him knowing she wanted him to fuck off and die.

Mom told Aunt Patty how she threw you out on the spot and never wants to set eyes on you again. Now I understand why she was asking me so many weird questions about if there was anything I wanted to tell about any of the times you and me were alone together. I guess just because you were smelling my panties that Mom thinks you molested me or something. I told her nothing ever happened like that, but I didn’t tell her that I always wished it had.

The bottle slipped from Phil’s shaky grip and bounced on the grimy carpet before coming to rest on its side. He re-read the last paragraph not caring that a good amount of booze was being wasted. Phil rubbed his eyes in an effort to make sure he was seeing clearly before going on.

When I heard why Mom made you go away it made me even more sad, but it also made me excited in a strange way too. It turned me on to find out that you like the smell of my dirty underwear. I never knew you would sneak into my bedroom and sniff my panties and play with your penis like that. If I did know, I would have made them smell even better for you. I never told anyone before, but I know how to masturbate and I do it a lot. I would have rubbed myself with my panties on so that they would get really wet and smell more like my privates.

Phil put the letter aside and tried to make sense of what his sweet little girl was saying. It didn’t seem possible. Was this some sort of trick by his wife to entrap him into admitting something? He leaned over and set the handle of gin upright. When he did, he noticed that his cock was hard. Moments ago he was about to blow chunks, and now he was as stiff as ever. He was tempted to pull his erection out, but restrained himself.

I love you Daddy, and I always will no matter what. It feels weird saying this, but I’ve been horny for you for a long, long time. I hope you don’t think I’m a gross slut for saying these kinds of things, but I’ve been holding it all in forever. I thought that maybe because of the way you were sniffing my dirty panties that you might feel a little bit the same way about me. I remember seeing you in the shower when I was little. And sometimes when you would walk around in your boxer shorts I could see a peek of something through the opening in the front. I would also try to sit on your lap just so I could feel your thing pressing against me.

Once I got older I started to figure out what all those feelings were. They were sex feelings. After I learned about how to touch myself and masturbate, I started thinking about you in different ways. I mostly thought about your penis, and touching it. I also thought about wanting to kiss it, and for you to kiss me. I thought about you kissing me on the lips, but also about you kissing me down there. I always orgasm the hardest when I imagine you doing stuff like that to me. I sometimes think about other boys I like, but it’s never as good.

About a year ago I woke up and heard noises from downstairs. I went to look and saw Mom sucking your penis (just like I wanted to). You said ‘I’m cumming’ and Mom stopped sucking and just pulled on your penis. I saw the sperm shoot out all the way up to your chest and all over you tummy. I almost screamed! I ran right back to my room and masturbated my pussy at least ten times! I think about what I saw just about every night when I play with myself.

Phil couldn’t take it any longer and had to free his pulsing cock from his pants. He was finding it difficult to catch his breath. Sure, he’d had fantasies about his daughter over the years. He dreamed about her wanting him to teach her about sex and guide her, help her explore her body, and show her how to please a man. He would be gentle and patient. She would be safe and loved. They would share themselves with each other, and one day he’d let her go out into the world understanding everything she needed to know about physical love and what a special gift it was. But never did he suspect she felt the same way. Never could he have guessed that she was noticing his cock in the shower or intentionally grinding her cute little butt against his dick. An almost clear droplet of fluid appeared from his pee hole. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and went on.

Mom is really mad about what you did, but I’m really happy. Super happy! Just thinking about you in my bedroom sniffing my smelly panties and jerking off makes me insanely horny. I can’t help wondering where you would squirt your sperm. Did you just spray it on my rug, or did you catch it all in your hand, or did you spurt your creamy mess into my panties then clean them so me and Mom wouldn’t know? Whatever it was, I’m so so so wet right now wondering about it and what other things you might have done. Like, did you ever peek at me in the shower or while I was sleeping naked? Did you ever look on my phone and find the naughty pictures I took of myself? Or did you ever masturbate your penis and think about having sex with me? I’m sorry for sounding like such a whore, Daddy, but I think about you fucking me all the time.

Phil stood and paced the room. What the hell was he supposed to do with this revelation? There was no way this was some kind of ruse to get him into trouble. Tessa’s letter sounded sincere. His daughter truly wanted him in a way that he couldn’t fully grasp was real. His mind spun with the implications of what it all meant. If he’d known earlier, what would he have done? He couldn’t have given her what she wanted. No, no, no. That would be wrong beyond wrong. Obviously. Even if it was what she wanted. Even though it was what he wanted. And now that he does know…

Okay, so, I said a lot more than I meant to. I was only going to tell you that I knew about what you did and that I wasn’t upset at you at all. I wasn’t expecting this to be a tell-all confession, but I guess I really like the idea of you knowing all this stuff that I’ve been keeping secret for so long. We both have a lot in common as far as being horny goes and I think that’s a good thing.

I hope Mom calms down and realizes that you sniffing my panties isn’t such a big deal and lets you come home. I’m going to do my best to talk her into forgiving you. Promise you’ll do everything you can so that you can come home. If Mom keeps being stupid about this then I want you to know that it’s okay if you want to kidnap me. We can go far away somewhere that no one knows us. Maybe I’m being stupid and that’s not what you want, but I know that I could make you happy and do all the things for you that a wife would do even though I’m your daughter and too young to know everything a grown up woman knows how to do.

I miss you and love you and I will write to you again. I’ll also let you know if I get my phone back so we can talk and send pictures or whatever.

-Tessa

P.S. I hope you like the present I sent you.

Phil was happy, confused, and hard as fuck. He read the letter again, holding his hard-on tight in his hand the whole time. Only when he read the P.S. again did he remember that the letter came in a box.

He pulled out the pink tissue paper that the letter had been perched on and found a zip-lock bag underneath. There was something inside the clear plastic and he recognized it instantly. Baby blue background, little cartoon froggy things, and red frills around the edges.

Phil licked his lips and wet his mouth as he haltingly opened the bag. As soon as he did the scent that had been trapped inside wafted out and brought about a moan of indulgent bliss from him. It was the scent of his daughter’s pussy. He held the girlish underwear up, looking at them with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics. They were three sizes smaller than what her mother wore, and, despite the childish cartoons, they were twice as sexy. He also knew they were her favorite pair. How many times had these panties been pressed against his daughter’s sweet pussy?

The tears almost started to fall again as he brought the panties to his face. It was unmistakably his daughter’s essence. But so much stronger than it had been on any of her other underwear he’d used over the years. She’d done it, he was certain. Tessa had masturbated herself while wearing this pair. She’d rubbed her horny little virgin cunt through the fabric and infused them with her innocent cum juices when she orgasmed. They were even still a little damp. Every word of what she’d written was real.

Phil breathed his girl in as deeply as he could, dropped down to his knees, and began stroking his cock like never before. There would be plenty of time after to figure out how he would find his way home to his little girl.

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Dedicated to all you hardcore panty sniffers out there!

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Go Pats!

“Tom, where are you going? Come back to bed and fuck me some more…”

“C’mon, Gisele, you know I have a big game to play.”

“At least cum in my mouth before you go.”

“Babe, I’d love to, but I can’t be late.”

“Fine, then I’ll just have to eat the cum you left in my pussy.”

“Aw, don’t pout. Look, after we win the game I promise to bring the guys over.”

“And I can have a gang-bang like we did in 2015?”

“I told the whole team they could do you in any hole if they got me another ring.”

“I want Edelman in my asshole this time. Mmm, and Dont’a in my cunt.”

“I promise you can have all of them anywhere you want, babe.”

“Will Gronk come, too? I want him to fuck my mouth like he did the last time.”

“You know that boy never misses a party. Now I really gotta go.”

“Tom, wait! One more thing…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“You better fucking win!”

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Hard Lessons

For prpldrgn, winner of the final caption contest.

I made it very clear to my daughter from the time she was a little girl that she wasn’t allowed in that room. I run a very strict household, as her mother will attest, and so when I caught Sophie snooping around in my private room, taking in my collecting of riding crops, inspecting the various sets of manacles I’d collected over the years, and handling a few of the dozens of varied dildos on display I knew I had to teach her a lesson. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case it punished the pussy. Sophie wept when she realized she’d been caught, but I intended to give her good reason to cry. She resisted at first, but soon her pants were down around her ankles and she was across my lap. I let her have the first few spanks with her thin little pink panties on, then I pulled those down, too. I used my hand judiciously to bring her pink bottom to a bright red, delivering a few sharp smacks to her exposed vulva to drive the message home that she was not to be in my special room.

It was only three days later that her mother reported that she’d found our daughter in my room astride my low buck humping herself wantonly against the hard leather surface. Apparently the lesson hadn’t been learned after all. This time I took a different approach. I stripped her mother down to nothing and bound her wrists and ankles to my St. Andrews cross, then called Sophie into the room. She was shocked to see her mom naked and spread-eagle upon my most prized apparatus. I explained that for her self-indulgent transgression that I wasn’t going to take it out on her this time, but that her mother would receive the punishment for her daughter’s disobedience. Sophie watched in anguish as I mercilessly paddled her mother’s bare ass, then cruelly striped her back with a series of different whips. When my daughter tearfully asked me to stop torturing her mother, I instead made the insubordinate child watch while I strangled my wife’s large breasts with tight ropes and dripped hot wax on them. Her mother’s screams brought the poor girl to her knees as she promised through mournful sobs never to violate the sanctity of my private room again.

The message seemed to have gotten through, and Sophie respected my rules for the next couple months. Then, late one evening, I had my wife dangling in the air face down in the sling while I fucked her from behind, and I looked up to see my daughter at the doorway peeking in at us. She quickly took her hand from between her legs when she saw me looking, but I knew what she was up to. I put aside the pinwheel I’d been casually running over my wife’s reddened ass cheeks, pulled my hard cock from her mom’s wet cunt, and signaled for Sophie to come into the room. She was scared, but also eager. It was obvious to me that a simple punishment wasn’t the solution. This problem was going to take a whole new way of thinking to resolve.

I had my daughter strip naked. I inspected her body and liked what I saw. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from my erection whenever it was in view. I was well aware of the proscription against sex with one’s offspring, but she was my daughter, which meant I owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I ordered Sophie to go to her mother’s closet and find the sluttiest pair of shoes she could, put them on, and return to my private chamber. While she was gone I went to where my wife was hanging and slid my cock into her whimpering mouth and told her what I proposed to do. She nodded her assent as I pushed deeper into her throat.

This is how my daughter found us when she returned atop a pair of sleek back heels. She watched with fascination as I gagged her mother with my cock before withdrawing and letting her breathe. I selected a leather collar from a drawer and affixed it around Sophie’s neck. “If you can’t behave like a respectful daughter, then we will have to treat you like a disobedient pet.” I clipped a chain leash to the collar and commanded my girl down onto all fours. Her whole body was shaking – with excitement or fear, I could not tell. I tugged on the leash and walked her around the room. “While in this house,” I explained to her, “you are no longer a girl, you are an animal. When you come home, you will immediately take off all your clothes and put on your collar. Once the collar is on, you are no longer permitted to walk, but instead must move about on all fours like the filthy beast that you are.” I surveyed the rack of equipment and selected a set of cuffs and chains. “You will then find me or your mother so that we may decide what accessories you deserve for the remainder of the day.” I attached the cuffs to ankles and wrists, limiting her movements and paraded her around in front of her mother for her opinion. My wife’s gaze took in our daughter in all her naked glory for the first time, a lacivious smile playing across her lips. I expected her to balk at using our girl in this manner, but my games over the years have apparently rendered my former beauty queen as depraved as I. My wife’s eyes went to the walnut cabinet in the corner. “Yes,” I agreed in response to her silent suggestion. “Quite right, my dear.”

I led Sophie to the cabinet. “As our pet, you will do anything you are told. If you don’t obey, you will be punished.” A demonstration was in order. “Now, sit up!” She dropped back onto her haunches and held her “paws” up before her. Quick learner. I stepped close, placing my erect cock only inches from her face. “Lick,” I commanded. She hesitated, looking up at me with uncertainty. I gave her left titty a hard slap. She yelped when she felt the sting on her puffy nipple, and quickly began licking the head and shaft of my cock. “Good, now Daddy’s balls.” My daughter ducked her head lower and complied with my demand, tonguing my clean-shaven scrotum front, sides, and bottom. She was beginning to understand the scope of what I had in mind for her from now on.

I plucked the item I was after from the cabinet and walked my pet back to where her mother was suspended. I helped my wife from the sling and gave her a moment to restore circulation to all her limbs. After a whispered exchange, I moved back in front of my new pet with my wife at my side. “Sit up. Good, girl.” Her mother began stroking my cock in front of our pet’s face. When I was close to reaching climax, I ordered, “Open your mouth.” Once again there was a look of reservation on her face, and once again she received a sharp tit slap to prompt her compliance. Sophie opened her mouth wide. “Don’t swallow,” I warned her moments before her mom pumped my load of semen onto her tongue.

Once I was spent, my wife held her hand out and our pet spit my cum into her palm. The two of us then went around behind. “On all fours,” her mother directed. It gave me a pleasant thrill to hear that. I’d only ever seen my wife as my submissive. I’d never seen her take a dominant role, as she was with our new pet. Sophie’s mother began smearing my cum over her daughter’s asshole. “What are–” Her mom’s resounding bare-handed smack on her little rump quickly shut her up. Once her asshole was well lubricated with my semen, I carefully inserted the item I’d taken from the cabinet. Our little daughter-pet wailed in pain throughout the insertion. In time she would learn to relax and accept whatever we put into any of her holes.

I stood back and admired my creation. My wife was right, the addition of the anal plug with the long tail completed the effect to perfection. I took her for another stroll around the room – the room that was no longer off limits to my little pet.

The perverse glimmer in my wife’s eye didn’t escape me as we returned to her. I handed the least over. “You look as though you’d like a turn with our new toy.” She walked Sophie across the room and back, then ordered her to sit up, as I had earlier. My wife then turned around, backed up to our daughter-pet’s face, spread her own ass cheeks, and spoke the command, “Lick.” Sophie pulled back. “Bad girl,” her mother barked and yanked on the leash, pulling the girl’s head forward. The dreamy smile on my wife’s face indicated our pet was doing as told. I stepped up and began sucking on her fat nipples and fingering her bald pussy. It didn’t take long before my wife was cumming with her daughter’s tongue up her asshole. I wondered if Sophie was regretting her intrusion into my private sanctum yet. If she was, that regret would only become more intense because this was just the beginning. If she was getting what she wanted, then things were only going to get more interesting as time went on.

The next day when Sophie arrived home from school she did just as she was supposed to. She stripped naked in the foyer and donned the collar that was waiting there for her. She then sought me out. I took her to the room and outfitted her with the black heels, a set of nipple clamps, and (of course) her tail. My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the new arrangement. Life was much more fun with a pet than with a daughter. A few times a week, I’d arrive home to find our toy lapping at my wife’s cunt. As often as not I’d join them, sliding my cock into my pet’s wet pussy. My dear wife had absolutely no qualms about me fucking our daughter-pet and frequently requested that I do so while she watched and pleasured herself with one of her many large toys. Sophie clearly enjoyed being our sex pet, and often misbehaved on purpose so that she could discover what new forms of punishment her owners would devise for her.

If fact, this is exactly what her mother and I are trying to determine at this very moment. Earlier this evening my wife put Sophie’s dinner bowl down on the kitchen floor. Instead of eating, our pet defiantly lifted her leg and piddled all over the floor. We rubbed her nose in the puddle and spanked her with a rolled up newspaper, but that wasn’t enough. Our naughty little pet clearly wanted to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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This ‘n’ That

I have a couple bits of un-fun bizniss to get out of the way, and then a quick insight into my dirty mind.

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I love when you leave comments and I can’t get enough of them! I’ve complained about how clunky and basic the commenting system is on this blogging platform plenty of times, and I’m not going to stop anytime soon. One of the quirks of the system is that if anything is entered in the “website” field when you’re making a comment, then your message gets thrown into the spam bucket (it doesn’t even have to be a web address). I have no idea why, but it means that your comment won’t appear until I comb through the 30 to 50 items that show up in my spam bucket each day in order to rescue the occasional legitimate comment. If you want to your message to appear right away and not risk having it accidentally flushed with the real spam, always leave the “website” field blank!

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There has been a spike in requests for pictures of me. I want to once again make it clear that I don’t share pictures. If this is seems too vague, let me try to be more specific. I won’t share nude photos of myself. I won’t share clothed pics. I won’t share naked images with my face blurred or cut off. I won’t share clothed pictures of me with my face blurred or cut off. I won’t share photos of just my boobs, just my pussy, just my feet, or just any part of my body. I won’t send you pics of my sex toys, my dirty panties, or my used tampons. I won’t share pictures of my daughters, brother, or any family member. I guess what I’m trying to say (without sounding like too big of a bitch), is that I will not share pictures having anything to do with my private life. I totally understand why guys want/need my picture, but it’s just not going to happen. I’m honestly nothing all that special bodywise, and there are millions of willing naked women on the web with much more to offer than me. Part of my problem with the repeated requests is that I’m generally a people pleaser and I hate saying no. It’s uncomfortable for me to have to constantly say no even after I’ve addressed the sharing of pictures in other posts and in my FAQ. I feel like I freely share enough of my self through my stories and posts and don’t deserve the pressure to give more than I already do. Sorry for being such a downer on this topic, but if you want more details about why I’m so protective about sharing pictures, you can take a look at this post from waaaay back in 2014: Photophobia.

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In a recent email, a horny reader commented that he would like to be a fly on the wall when me and my friends get together with some wine. Well, I had to tell him that he would be one bored fly. My “mommy friends” are all very conservative and uptight (at least they are when we get together). It’s all about kids, TV shows, kids, clothes, kids, stupid husbands, and more kid stuff. To be honest, after about twenty minutes I’m ready to blow my brains out. But then my dirty mind takes over. As one of my friend chatters on, I wonder what she looks like naked. Big nipples or tiny points? Are they still firm or saggy fun bags? Hairy or shaved? Gnarly lips of delicate petals? Gaping fuck hole or modest love tunnel? I often wonder about what they look like when they masturbate. What technique do they use? Is she a furniture humper like me? Does she ram herself raw with a big dong while her legs are in the air? Does she quietly vibe herself under the blanket in the dark? Does she squat on a big black dildo in the middle of her living room and fuck it like there’s no tomorrow? After this, I start to bring husbands into the picture. Does she like to take it from behind or ride him reverse cowgirl style? Does she let him cum on her face? Do they tongue each other’s asshole like me and my husband? What would she do if I was sucking her husband’s cock right in front of her? Would she finger fuck herself and watch while I swallowed her man’s load? What if I took on all of their husbands at once? Three at a time filling each of my holes and covering me in hot jizz while those waiting their turn jerked their hard cocks in anticipation. Would my prudish friends gather around to lick my spunk-covered body clean after the men were done with me? Whew, yeah! So, while our get-togethers are extremely dull, I usually end up masturbating like a mad woman as soon as the tea party ends!

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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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