Archive name: I Saw Mommy and Santa Clause.txt
Author’s name: Beyond_My_Prime
Story Title: I Saw Mommy and Santa Clause
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I Saw Mommy and Santa Clause
by: Beyond_My_Prime
email: beyondmyprime@gmail.com
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Beware! This is not to be read by anyone under 18. This story
contains
explicit descriptions of sexuality. If you are under the legal
age or in an area where this is unlawful literature, leave now.
After having been advised you are responsible for continuing. If
you continue, I hope that you will receive some enjoyment from
what I’ve written. None of this is fact and existed only in my
thought processes.

I am open to constructive criticism and any suggestions on
improving this writing or other ideas for future writings. Just
email me at the address given. Enjoy.

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I Saw Mommy and Santa Clause

My name is Anna. I am 31 years old, married and have one child, a
girl now nine years old. I am going to tell you a story about me
when I was nine years old.

As a nine year old I was at the point of whether to believe in
Santa Clause or not. I so desperately wanted to believe but heard
comments from classmates to the contrary. This year I was somehow
going to see if Santa came to my house.

It was Christmas Eve and I was getting antsy. Mom and Dad were
still doing some decorating but told me that ‘Santa trims the
Christmas tree.’ With that said they busied themselves with
everything but the tree. They did move the couch up against the
wall facing the doorway.

About 10:30 Dad said he was tired and headed off to take a shower
and go to bed. Mom said she was going to stay up a little longer.
Both of them reminded me that I needed to get to bed and asleep
so that Santa would bring us lots of goodies. So, being a ‘good’
girl, I headed to my room and prepared myself for an interesting
night. How interesting was yet for me to find out.

Now I had figured out a plan to spy on the activities and to see
if Santa was really coming to our house. In the foyer my mom has
a side table that has a full lace table cloth on it that hangs to
the floor. I have, from time to time, hid under that table just
to have a secret place just for myself. I crawled under the other
day just to be certain that I would fit and how much I could see
through the lace.

I did fit and I had a good view of the living room where the tree
would be. The lace did impose some fuzzy viewing but I could
still see clearly enough. The table was directly across from the
wide doorway giving me a fairly wide angle view of the room. At
least more than I figured I would need.

Well, it was time to start pulling my plan in to action. My door
was closed but I figured I best shut off the light so that mom
and dad would think I was in bed asleep. I looked at the clock on
my dresser and it showed almost 11:30. How long should I wait????

I figured I’d best wait until at least midnight. So I waited. 
Try sitting in a dark room at this time of night and not fall
asleep. I guess it was the adrenalin from the excitement that
kept me going. Now it was a few minutes after midnight.

I carefully and quietly tip toed to the door and very gently
pressed my ear to the door to see if I heard any sounds. Nothing.
Again, very cautiously I put my hand on the doorknob and
squeezing it I very slowly turned the knob trying to make sure I
didn’t make a sound. Now I pulled the door easing it open wide
enough to squeeze myself into the hallway. I then pulled the door
closed and took a deep breath. So far, so good.

Now I had to get down the hallway and into the foyer and under
the table. My heart was beating so hard I thought someone would
be able to hear it beating. I made it to the table, how, I don’t
know. Now I got under the table still not being heard or noticed.

I had to sit there a minute to calm myself down and get my
breathing back to normal. Finally, now I started to look around
to see what was going on. I first spotted mom, she now had on her
pale blue sheer baby doll pajamas. Wow, it sure didn’t hide
anything. Even at this distance I could make out the dark outline
of her nipples and a dark patch at her crotch. Now I continued to
look around for dad but he was nowhere in site.

I switched my sight towards the right and from the area hidden by
the wall I saw a black boot and a red pant leg come in to view. I
was shocked to say the least, as I was taking that in the whole
form appeared. Santa Clause in his entirety, red suit trimmed in
white fur, black boots, a wide black belt with a big gold buckle
holding his coat closed and, of course, his big red hat trimmed
in white fur and a big white furry tassel.

I was petrified, he really did exist. I just sat there, afraid to
move. What if he knew I was there? I had to try to remain calm
and see what else would happen.

Mom and Santa whispered to each other. I couldn’t quite make out
what they were saying. Mom went to where Santa was and hugged
him. She then planted a big kiss on his lips. I was quite
surprised. Then both of them headed to the tree.

The lights were on the tree and now they began to put other
decorations on the limbs as far up as they could reach. I was
shocked to see mom bend over to pick up ornaments with her butt
stuck up towards Santa. Her pajama bottoms were pulled tight from
this position and showed her butt crack and a deep cleft between
her legs. A couple of times Santa placed his gloved hand on her
rear and moved his hand in a circle.

Soon they got the step stool and mom climbed up to put the higher
level ornaments on. Santa would hand her a few ornaments and she
would place them on the tree. Several time she ended up facing
Santa and that put mom’s crotch right in Santa’s face. Then mom
had to get the very tippy top so Santa placed his gloved hands on
mom’s leg with one on the back side of her leg and one on the
front tight up in the crotch. How could mom and Santa be acting
this way? I figured she would have slapped him silly or was
afraid to go against Santa.

As mom finished putting on the top ornaments I noticed that Santa
was rubbing his front hand in and out between mom’s legs and
against her crotch. She moaned a couple of time and looked like
she was getting dizzy. Santa then help mom down off the step
stool.

Now Santa put both his hands on mom’s breasts and began squeezing
and making circles on her breasts. Mom’s moans seemed to
increase. Santa continued this for a short while. Then mom
dropped to her knees in front of Santa. She then took her hands
and reached underneath Santa’s coat and then the next thing
Santa’s pants were sliding down his legs.

He just stood there, next mom reached up under his coat again and
grabbed his under shorts and pulled them down his legs. Now his
sex appendage was hanging out. This was the first time I saw a
live penis on a man, I had seen pictures of one in our sex text
book in school.

Now mom reached up with both hands and placed them around the
shaft and began to move her hands in a push-pull motion. As she
did this I could see the penis enlarge, grow in length and began
to get rigid and curve upward towards mom’s face. Next mom opened
her mouth and placed it over the end of his penis and then slid
forward making the shaft slide further into her mouth. Now Santa
began to moan. Mom continued to move her head forward and back
making Santa’s penis move in and out of her mouth.

After a minute or so Santa placed his hands at the top of mom’s
arms and began to lift her up. Getting her to a standing position
Santa then grasped mom’s pajama top and pulled it up and over her
head and off her arms. Mom has some big full breasts with nice
dark nipples. Now Santa leaned down and began to lick and suck on
those nipples. I guess I began to realize I was getting a lesson
in sex.

While Santa was licking and sucking he reached down and grasped
the pj bottoms at the waist and pushed them down as far as he
could. This, of course, exposed mom’s pubic area and her vagina.
Santa now began removing his gloves and then placed the flat of
his hand, fingers down, over the pubic hair and in between mom’s
legs. I could see Santa’s hand moving but couldn’t make out
exactly what he was doing.  Mom’s moans increased again.

They stood like this for awhile and then suddenly they separated.
Mom reached down and finished removing her pj bottoms and Santa
pulled off his boots and then removed his trousers. He left
everything else as it was.

Mom now stood there completely naked. I could now see her pubic
area clearly. Her hair was dark like the hair on her head. It
seemed to be thick and curly but I could see the lips of her
opening and the spot where I knew her clitoris was. In my opinion
she was quite stunning and had a body that I hope I would have
someday.

Santa stood sideways to me and I could see his very erect penis
and his testicles hanging below the penis. All of this was
surrounded with quite a bit of dark brown hair.

Having removed their articles of clothing, Santa now guided mom
to the couch. She lay down on the couch so that she was facing me
and I could see her entire frontal form. She then placed her legs
so that one was resting on the top back of the couch and the
other was hanging down to the floor. She was spread open about as
far as possible. Her vagina was split open and showed the pink
opening.

Santa knelt down on the floor by her legs and was facing her
crotch. Now I could see him extend a finger and begin to slide it
up and down mom’s vagina. I noticed that her vagina was the same
as mine minus the hair. I put my hand inside my pajama bottoms
and felt along the slit of my vagina. As I did this I got a
strange feeling inside me and a sharp tingle as I touched my
clitoris. I also noticed that I was beginning to get very wet
there, too.

Soon I noticed that Santa’s finger would disappear as it reached
the bottom of mom’s slit. Investigating my own slit, I felt a
hole and felt my finger slide into the hole. I knew that that is
where Santa’s finger was going, into my mom’s hole.

After a few more seconds I saw that his finger was going in and
out pretty fast. Now mom was not only moaning but was moving
around considerably. Mom whispered something to Santa that I
couldn’t hear but at that point Santa leaned forward and placed
his face directly on mom’s vagina, beard and all. I could see his
tongue moving in and out of his mouth between his beard and his
mustache.

His tongue would then slide up and down mom’s slit and I’m sure
into her hole. Now mom’s body was doing all kind of gyrations.
Now her voice began to get louder and I could hear her saying,
“Fuck me, please fuck me.” At that point Santa changed his
position and got his legs and crotch area between mom’s legs and
grabbed his penis and moving forward put the tip of it into mom’s
slit and since it continued to disappear I’m sure it went into
her hole.

Santa then began to move his penis in and out of mom at a pretty
fast pace similar to what he was doing before with his finger. 
Now even Santa was grunting along with mom. Santa continued to
move in and out of mom for awhile. Pretty soon mom cried out,
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” and Santa replied, “Me, too!” Next
Santa rammed forward and stayed there for a few moments and then
seemed to collapse on mom.

After a minute or so, Santa got up, walked over to his trousers
and boots, picked them up and then left the room. Mom continued
to lie there a bit longer and then she got up, went and got her
pajamas, looked over the room and then turned off the lights and
left the room.

I just sat there dumbfounded. What had I seen? Mommy having sex
with Santa!
What would dad say if he knew what mom had done? Wow! I had a
secret of all secrets to keep. Mom having sex with Santa and that
Santa did really exist.

Slowly my weird feeling and tingling subsided. When I figured
that everyone else was in bed or had left the house, I cautiously
retraced my steps and returned to my room and went to bed. I
couldn’t sleep for awhile going over in my mind what had taken
place but eventually I did fall asleep.

It was several years later when I was officially told that there
was no Santa. I couldn’t believe it and almost blurted out, “No,
that’s not true. I saw you and Santa having sex on Christmas
Eve.” but I bit my tongue. Mother began to explain that since I
was 6 they were afraid that I might get up during the night on
Christmas Eve and see them trimming the tree and placing the
gifts from Santa. In order to keep that from happening they
decided that dad would buy a Santa suit.

She went on to say that dad would feign getting tired and go take
a shower and go to bed. However, he would take a shower but then
he would get out the Santa suit and dress. He would wait until
you, Anna, would go to bed and then would come out to help finish
trimming the tree and place the gifts around the tree.

Sometimes, to kill time, even I would go in the bedroom and get
ready for bed so we could get some sleep before you got up to
open gifts.

What a surprise that was to me but now it made complete sense to
what I witnessed that one Christmas Eve. So I actually saw my mom
and dad having sex in the living room.

Later after I got married and then had my little girl I told my
husband about the process my parents went through to protect my
belief in Santa. I eventually also told him what I had seen that
one Christmas Eve. It was a turn-on for the both of us. From that
Christmas on we reenacted the acts that I saw with my parents.

Being as cautious as possible that my daughter will not repeat
what I did, I would not be upset if I found her hiding somewhere
I would least expect and see me having sex with Santa.


