I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

I Saw Mommy Um, Er, "Kissing" Santa Claus

Ah, the joyous Christmas season! Helen thought to herself as she put the finishing touches on the gifts under the tree. It had taken forever to get the kids down, and Alan, bless his heart, had come home from work and passed out on the couch with a beer in his hand, much like every other night since the twins were born. She had hoped for their annual coitus tonight, but poor Alan was sleeping so well, she didn't have the heart to wake him.

Now it was fast approaching midnight, and Helen was ready for bed herself. She hung the last of the kid's stockings on the mantle and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Suddenly, the flame in the gas fireplace went out. A red and green mist issued from the chimney and began to coalesce in front of Helen. Quickly, the form within became recognizable.

"Santa!" she said with a sharp intake of breath.

"Ho Ho Ho!" The jolly old elf exclaimed "Looks like Helen is on my Nice list!" he said, taking her in his magical arms and planting a slow deep kiss on her lips.

Helen's mind was reeling. All she knew for sure at this point was she had never been so aroused in her life.

Their lips parted and Santa smiled with a gleam in his eye. "Good girls like Helen get what they deserve come Christmas time, and Helen deserves a hot dicking!" he said, his hands roaming freely over her taut smooth buttocks.

"But... what if my husband wakes up and catches us, Santa?"

Santa reached into his pocket, and produced a tiny pinch of a strange glittery powder. He flicked it into the air with a ceremonial flourish and turned his attention back to Helen, self-conscious as always about her undersized breasts. "Ever wonder why none of the kids ever manage to see me? All in this house will sleep until morning and remember nothing." He said with a wink.

Helan had no reply, but no matter, Santa knew her thoughts, even better than she knew them herself.

"Santa knows what Helen really wants for Christmas!" He said with a laugh, his prodigious belly shaking like a bowl full of Jelly. "Big firm tits!" He thrust his hand into the air, producing a flash of light. When her eyes finally recovered, she looked down at her chest to see that her shirt and bra had vanished and her saggy little boobs had been replaced with the most magnificent pair of double D tits she had ever beheld.

"Oh Santa! They're just what I've always wanted!" She exclaimed.

Santa took a step back to admire his handiwork. "Hmmm, we probably need to do something about that backside too" he mused, and with another wave of his hand, her disturbingly flat butt was replaced with a most perfect little bubble.

"Ho Ho Ho! Santa laughed. "That's much better! and now for Helen's real gift!"" He said, as his bright red trousers vanished into thin air to reveal the largest, most erect penis Helen had ever seen.

Helen gazed at Santa's enormous meat with a mixture of fear and joy, before realizing that her pants too had vanished into thin air. Suddenly her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. She had to have Santa's massive dong inside her... Just one small thing was holding her back. "Um, Santa, I'm not on birth control, could you wear a rubber?" she asked tentatively.

"Ho Ho Ho Helen, Santa only goes bare!" he said with a grin, rubbing the thick red bulb of his enormous penis up and down Helen's silky wet slit. "And Santa never pulls out!" he continued as he began to push his red and white striped penis into her tight wet pussy.

"Oooooohhh Santa", she moaned as Santa's thick powerful cock spread her pussy lips wide. In just a few strokes, Saint Nick's dick was buried in the pretty young housewife's pussy up to his enchanted balls.

"Mmmmm give it to me Santa" she breathed huskily as the jolly old elf began boring into her velvety vagina with long smooth strokes.

Relentlessly Santa pounded his rod into Helen's silken tube, stretching her so much wider than anyone ever had, boring into her so much deeper... Suddenly her first orgasm tore through her groin like a runaway truck.

Santa didn't even slow down. Every magical thrust drove Helen to orgasm in new and different ways. "Mmmmm yeah fuck me Santa" she moaned softly in his ear as he continued to pump his rod smoothly in and out of her tight wet slit.

Helen felt like she had been orgasming continuously for a week by the time Santa mashed her big new tits hard against his chest and buried his elven penis deep inside Helen's fertile belly, beginning to blow hot thick ropes of enchanted sperm deep into her womb.

Suddenly, she felt a twinge in her abdomen as her ovaries released a dozen eggs all at once and sent them on their way to her uterus, which was already teeming with Santa's sperm.

Helen's mind was ablaze as she lay still on the carpet. Santa's slowly softening dick finally flopped out of her, followed by a veritable river of his jism. A moment later, the same red and green mist that had heralded his arrival announced his departure.

It was at this point that Helen awoke, fully clothed on the couch, to see the morning light streaming in through the window. She remembered nothing, including ever being small breasted. Apparently, no one else in the world remembered that either.

***

"Well Helen, the problem seems to be you're pregnant" the doctor said with a strange expression.

"That's not possible Doctor, I haven't had sex in almost a year!" she exclaimed.

"It gets worse" he said. "You seem to be pregnant with twelve separate fetuses."

One for each of the twelve days of Christmas, I suppose. Santa is a stickler for details. How Helen explained that to Alan, we'll never know.