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As you can guess, a kid hears Santa Claus arriving at his house and happens to see his mother sucking off Santa Claus so her shitty kid can have a wonderful Christmas. Elijah was lying in his bed surrounded by darkness on Christmas morning.


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Late on Christmas Eve, I helped my mother put the last of the Christmas presents under the tree. And the handful of presents underneath made it look even more pitiful. We barely had enough money to pay the bills, much less money to spend on a lot of Christmas presents. But Terry still believed in Santa, so we worked hard not to disappoint him. Mom and I know the real story about Santa.

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Ever since I was a little girl, Christmas time has been my favorite time of year. But now I was a grown woman. I was home for the holidays on winter break from college. It was so great to see Paul, my high school sweetheart, after 4 months of being apart.

Although we'd been dating for over two years, I was still a virgin and I intended to stay that way until we got married. Paul was okay with it though. In fact, he was mommy in love with me that he always said he had no problem waiting to have sex until I was ready. Paul was here with us tonight on Christmas Eve, helping me, Mommy, and Daddy trim the tree. And by the way, yes I know it's childish that I still call my parents "Mommy and Daddy".

But I've just never grown out of it, and honestly they find it ever so adorable. I LOVE getting presents two days in a row. And what made this year extra special was that I had finally turned 18! We were all having a blast, trimming the tree, dancing around to Christmas music. I could tell my parents were pretty plastered from the rum-spiked eggnog they'd been drinking. At one point, I saw my Mom sneak a glass to Paul, who covertly accepted it and downed it before my Dad could notice. My Mom and Paul had a great mother-boyfriend saw. Mommy simply adored Paul, and he clause she was the coolest mom in town.

She even let him call her Brooke. I had a sneaking suspicion that Paul also liked my Mother for other reasons. Even at the age of 39, she's extremely attractive. She has a gorgeous face, framed by a sophisticated hairstyle that most moms her age wouldn't DARE try to pull fucking. She's got full plump breasts and a perfectly ample backside which is fashionably "in" these days — you santa, what they call a "J-Lo butt". One time about a year ago, Paul told me some things that his buddies had said about my Mother. Something to the effect of "they wouldn't mind having some fun with her sexy, fuck-able body".

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And they had described her as a "raven-haired dick tease with come-fuck-me eyes and BIG, beautiful tits". I became very cross with Paul at that moment. I told him it was sick his friends were speaking about my Mother like that, and he should tell them to keep their mouths shut. He never mentioned his friends' comments again, although I'm sure the comments didn't stop. Anyway, while we were trimming the tree, there were a few times I would catch Mommy touching Paul's arm. It was innocent enough, I suppose.

You know, he'd make a funny joke then she'd laugh and touch his arm. But sometimes she'd let her hand settle on his bicep just a little bit too long.

But whatever, I just assumed she'd become a little tipsy from all the eggnog. When Paul and I said goodnight on the front porch this Christmas Eve, he held my body really close to his. He told me how much he'd missed me while I was away at school.

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His pelvis was right against mine, and I could feel how aroused he was. He leaned in to kiss me. I felt his tongue rush into my mouth with a sexual hunger. It was warm and wet, and the texture of it felt SO good as it massaged my tongue. After a few moments, he pulled away. Like I might want to do something more with Paul rather than just hold hands and kiss each other goodnight. At 11 o'clock, I kissed Mommy and Daddy goodnight, thanked them for the birthday gifts, and even made a sassy remark that I couldn't wait to see what Santa would bring me.

They giggled and my Dad gave me a playful swat on the butt.

I went to bed childishly hoping that sugarplums whatever they were would dance in my head. What a great life I have, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. It was broad daylight and Paul was in my bed — naked! He was climbing on top of me.

I looked down at my body to see I was naked too. I looked between my firm teenage tits and then over my perfectly shaven pubic mound. I could see Paul was hoisting his huge penis to meet my wet pussy lips. I felt the head of his snake kiss the entrance of my womanhood. But something was wrong. I don't think I'll fuck you just yet. Now it's YOUR turn to wait.

I want to! I really want to this time! Someone's in your house. Suddenly my eyes popped open.

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It was pitch black in my room. My heart was pounding and I was still panting heavily from the sexual tension in my dream. Oh why did I have to wake up? Paul was just about to take my virginity I sighed, unable to get the image of Paul's large penis out of my head. Was he really THAT big in real life? I desperately wanted to find out. The house seemed quiet for several minutes. But then I heard something. Something like Where the hell was that coming from?

I looked at my alarm clock. Oh my God, I thought, someone IS in the house! I climbed out of bed quietly. The cold air hit me and instantly turned my nipples so hard they tried to poke right through the fabric of my white lace teddy.

Or well, maybe they were already rock hard from the dream I just had. I heard the faint sound of bells jingling again, followed by muffled giggling. I opened my bedroom door slowly. Are you there? I crept out of my bedroom and down the hall.

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I saw that the door to my parents' room was open. I poked my head inside and saw Daddy in bed alone, drunkenly snoring. That's weird, I thought, where the hell is my Mother? I heard the bells jingling again — very lightly, but you could definitely hear them. I tiptoed down the hall. When I got to the stairwell I could hear a reserved, yet hearty, laugh. There was no way it was my Mom — there was a MAN in the house!

With my curiosity getting the best of me, I descended the staircase oh so quietly until I came to a spot where I could peek into the living room.