My name is Randy. I'm eighteen years old and still live at home with my parents. I will call them James and Alice. This is a story about what happen in our house Christmas Eve, the night I saw momma fucking Santa Claus.

That evening, it was just mom and I at home. My father chose to work so he could have Christmas day off. We'd just finished putting the finishing touches on the tree and arranging the presents beneath it. Mom turned the lights off and the two of us stood there admiring its beauty.

Mom placed arm around my shoulder and said, "Randy, I think this is the prettiest Christmas tree we put up. I cannot wait for your father to see it."

I kissed her cheek and laughed saying, "He'll be happy he didn't have to mess with anymore decorations, you know how he hates to do that."

After mom turned the lights on, I gathered up the empty storage bins and placed then back into the closet down the hall. When I entered the room, mom had this mischievous twinkle in her eyes. I decided not to ask her why, because she probably was planning something sexy for dad to do when he got home, they usually did something of that nature on Christmas Eve night. I walked toward her, yawned, stretched, and then told her I was going to bed so I could get up early Christmas day. She kissed me good-night and said she was going to stay up until daddy got home. You won't believe what happened next.

I went upstairs, changed into my pajamas, and then climbed into bed. I was more tired than I realized because soon drifted off to sleep with dreams of Christmas presents floating through my head. A little while later, something awoke me. I sat upright in bed and listened. I could hear some strange noises coming from downstairs. Not knowing what it was, I got out of bed, put on my robe and slippers, then reached for my baseball-bat. I was going to go check on momma to make sure she was alright.

I carefully opened my door and tiptoed toward the stairs. With each step closer to the living room I got, the more scared I became. By the time I was within ten feet of the area, my heart pounded so hard and fast that I could swear it was echoing off the walls. I slithered into the shadow and went behind the door to the room. I took a few breathes to calm myself down then carefully peered around the door, not knowing what I would see.

The sight before me almost made me drop the bat. My mouth went dry, stretched into a devilish grin and eyes widened with excitement. There was and momma in a sixty-nine position with Santa Claus. She was grinding her cunt into his snowy white beard while her lips were wrapped around his hard-fat-cock. I laid the bat down and placed my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle.

I then mumbled under my breath, "Oooooh fuck," I then imagined, what would happen if my father had just gotten home and walked right in on them. I wonder if my father would be mad at Santa Claus. Or would he would strip and join in the fun, because by then his dick would be hard and he'd be too horny to sleep.

I know my dick would swell and I would have to unzip my pants to give it some room. As I ogled them, I'd slowly stroke it and start to pant. All my awkward movements and heavy breathing would alert them I was there. Yeah, momma and daddy would catch me alright.

All of a sudden I heard the backdoor slammed and I slid further into the corner out of sight. I'd try to stand here out of sight and be quiet as I continued to watch the scene unfold.

I watched my dad, look at his watch, he grumbled,

"Midnight, Bah-humbug, I wanted to get home earlier than this!"

After that he hung up his coat and walked toward the living room looking for mom. As he neared the living room his eyes lit up. Mom was shouting, "You sure have a way of making me believe in Santa Claus!"

He scratched his head and I heard dad say, "Yup, Alice has been into my scotch again, now she is seeing things."

I watched dad's reaction as he neared the room and realized she wasn't alone. I saw him smile graciously, and walked into the room as if to greet whoever was there.

When he got into the room, he froze, the sight before him wasn't what expected. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and then shouted, "What the fuck! Alice, Santa, oooooooh God! I cannot believe this!

Mom had just taken her mouth off of Santa's cock when she saw dad enter the room. The look on her face was priceless. With a quiver in her voice she spoke, "Ahhh, hello dear."

Santa just nodded and laughed as his fat belly jiggled like a bowl full of jello, "Ho-ho-ho, Merry Christmas James! I was just giving your wife her Christmas present."