It was Christmas Eve and Billy Marsden was having a difficult time getting to sleep. Although he was much too old to believe in Santa Clause the night still held a magical awe about it.
He had ambled up to bed just after midnight leaving his mother sitting in the parlor gazing at the multicolored lights blinking on and off on the tall evergreen standing in the corner with brightly wrapped gifts scattered around its base.
Mom had lovingly hung three Christmas stockings from the mantel stuffed with goodies for her grandchildren who would be visiting in the morning.
Even as a recent widow living with her eighteen-year-old son Mom was determined to keep Christmas special for the kids.
Billy had just dozed off the sleep when he was awaken by an unfamiliar racket downstairs.
Quietly Billy got out of bed and tiptoed to the top of the stairs. He could hear strange voices and his mother's moaning coming from down below.
He snuck down a few more stairs until he could see into the parlor.
Billy Marsden could not believe what greeted his eyes.
In the middle of the parlor was jolly old St. Nicholas and his mother. Billy's mother was totally naked with her large breasts cupped in Santa's hands as he humped her from behind. To add to the spectacle there were a couple of miniature elves caressing and kissing his mother's naked body while she moaned with Santa's gift inside of her.
Billy's mouth dropped open in awe as he watched his mother being gang-banged by her Christmas visitors.
"Oh Santa!" his mother moaned as she rocked back onto Santa's thick candy cane.
Billy an elf in a green suit hanging from his mother's nipple like a Christmas tree ornament whilst his cohort was reaching up squeezing the other breasts like an enormous lump of Play Dough.
Billy was fascinated, watching his mother receiving her Christmas joy and obviously enjoying it very much. He couldn't wait to see what surprise Santa might leave for him to find hidden in his mother's secret hiding spot.
