Sex Stories

Merry Christmas

FANTASY

Mommy Kissed Santa

Lila awoke with a start, the rumbling noise coming from her chimney loud enough and vibrating enough to have her violet eyes focusing on the ash that softly fell to the bottom where a fire had died hours before. Though she was in a sleep-heavy groggy haze she pushed through it swiftly, her eyes skimming over the falling ash. Had a stray fallen through the chimney? Then logically, how would a stray climb up to her roof, it was not like there were any trees even remotely close to her home, her ex-husband had seen to the removal of all trees before he had left her after only a year a marriage for something even younger. She was twenty, and with child, when he had left her.

Now Lila’s mind was rushing to that little boy sleeping in his room hoping for Santa to bring him the gifts he wanted so badly, including an Xbox 360 that Lila was nowhere close to being able to afford for him. Was this a burglar coming to steal what piddly gifts she had bought for little Zack?

Lila watched the first black boot fall and land heavily, vibrating the entire living room with the heavy pound of it all. Lila stepped back, wishing she was the type of woman who would keep a shotgun near her at all times, but she hated weaponry of all kind. She was even leery of knives, thinking that Zack would somehow stab himself by accident one day with the sharp cooking utensil.

Another boot came down and it was then that the eggnog from earlier began to wear off. How had a grown man fit down her chimney? Her chimney was not that wide. Even a scrawny pencil pusher would be hard pressed to slide down the chimney, and when she saw the boots she knew it could not possible be some scrawny guy.

She turned to run, past her tree and towards the kitchen where her only phone sat on the wall awaiting her very deft fingers. She was too slow. The room filled with laughter and a hearty, “Ho ho ho!” and she had to turn, to see. She was taken aback by what she saw and nearly barreled the tree over.

It was no surprise that it was Santa, well not to the reader, to Lila it was quite a shock. But this was not the biggest shock. The biggest shock was his looks. Santa was robust, but in an entirely different way than the children’s cartoons made him out to be. He was muscular, she could see it bulging through his red velvet costume, and his long white beard was a careful trimmed white mustache and a bit of a five o’clock shadow. His face was unlined, and his blue eyes did not crinkle with his smile, they leered and glittered with some unknown feeling. This was not the joyous Santa she had come to expect.

Lila fell to her knees, frightened beyond reason. This was not truly happening. Who had just come down her chimney and what did he want?

“Are you Lila Dandefleur?” the Santa asked of her in a kind voice that was a bit huskier than she would have expected.

“I… I am,” she stuttered, looking back up at him for just a moment before she bowed her head down.

Santa took those looks in during that second of met eyes. He saw the beauty behind the tiredness. She was not only beautiful, her long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, she was not perfect, and he loved those imperfect women. They were always the best because they made up for their imperfections in bed and in many ways. They, after all, thought they were not good enough for a man, for some man had told them that out of cruelty once, but he really meant to say, “I like you.” No matter how old, a man still acts like a child when it comes to women, but Santa, he was a bit more experienced, hundreds of years so, actually.

“How long has it been?” he asked breathlessly.

“What?” Lila was more than a bit perplexed.

“Sex,” Santa said bluntly to the girl who was beginning to act like a child.

“For you?” Her eyebrow raised and her head tilted back to look at him.

Santa took in a large deep breath and then released, as if he was asking for the patience to deal with her. He knew worse than her, every woman reacted differently, every woman saw him differently, and this was yet to be the worst. “No, Lila, for you,” he said.

“Oh… oh!” Light dawned behind her blue eyes. “Oh, it has been… four years for me,” she admitted. Then she flushed heavily. “My ex came by once and we did it, I think it was pity sex. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I still don’t believe you are real.”

“I’m here to deliver Christmas presents, Lila, as I do every year,” Santa said bluntly. “I have something for one Zachariah Dandefleur and something very special for Lila Dandefleur.”

“You brought my son something?” Lila asked, standing to her full height and looking Santa square in the eyes. “Thank you so much. I was so worried because I couldn’t-”

“Don’t you want to know what I brought for you?” Santa interrupted. He had patience, but he also had other houses to go to.

“Oh, I need nothing,” Lila said, waving off poor Santa with a quiver of her hand. “I’m just happy you brought something for my son.”

Santa saw where this was going, and he was a very busy man. He stepped forward, leaned almost directly into kissing distance from sweet Lila and whispered, “There is a condition,” and before she could ask what he continued, “for Zack to get his presents, you have to get your present.”

“Oh, then give it to me!” Lila smiled brightly and held out her hands. She still was not feeling this situation was real, could she really believe him?

Santa gave it to her. He leaned forward and suddenly that white mustache and five o’clock shadow were upon her face while plump lips took hers, drawing her under him, pulling her tightly to him, allowing her to feel muscles she never believed Santa Claus could have. He pushed her back to the couch, the whole time she sort of just met his lips limply, not knowing how to react to her childhood dream kissing her, his tongue swaggering about in her mouth.

Santa laid her on the couch completely and crawled on top of her, his hands running up her sides, her body clad in nothing but a raggedy old T-shirt she had been wearing for years to bed, something that hung to her knees and used to be an ex-boyfriends, before the husband that left her. He let his hands run under the shirt and against bare skin, over her ribs to cup her breasts in his hands. Her breasts fit perfectly into his hands and he squeezed, loving the feel of a real woman with a real body.

“What are you doing?” she gasped for air as he moved down her body with his lips, suckling at her neck, licking her behind the earlobe where she was most sensitive and could not help writhing in pleasure, her panties wet from the feeling. She did not know what it was about that particular point of her body that made her arch and need, but Santa had found it and was making her want more, her hips grinding against his, feeling a large, magically so, cock pressing against her thighs.

“Give you your Christmas present,” he whispered into her ear.

“I… I… no, oh…” Lila could not form a complete sentence, his tongue working her earlobe nicely while his rough, calloused, sleighed hands tweaked her nipples and brought them to erection, hard to the cold air she had not even noticed was brushing against her body. He had moved her shirt to around her neck, far enough to be glancing down at her entire body, along with a pair of cotton panties that were a size too big.

“Unprepared women are the best,” Santa explained, grinding into her, letting her feel him more. She was ready to open her thighs and welcome the stranger into her body. Something about him put her at ease and made her nervous all at once magical time.

Santa moved one hand down her body, leaving her breast unattended, which made her yearn again until his fingers slid under her panties and found her clit with ease. She let out a little gasp as he put pressure to it, wiggling his finger over it, making her arch her back and need more. Lila’s thighs opened and closed around his fingers, not knowing if she wanted to tighten and push him into her sweet core or if she wanted to make him stop, to ask more questions, but it was hard to give up a need that was feeding so loudly on her soul.

Santa slipped a finger into her body, sheathed by the soft walls of her body, while he still fluttered a finger over her clit, awakening more of her than she remembered, the other hand toying with her nipples and squeezing her breast tightly.

“You are a sweet one,” Santa huffed, tugging away those cotton panties and letting them fall on the floor beside Lila’s couch. He took a long look at her, thriving and writhing, needing and wanting, and smiled to himself. He had to admit, being Santa was good, no woman would say no, and every woman wanted to believe in the words he whispered to them.

“You are beautiful,” he told her, stripping off his own red velvet pants and revealing the cock that Lila now feared entering her. Not only had it been four years, but her ex-husband had not exactly been… large… or even medium sized. This, this was going to hurt, and she felt her body tightening already in protest.

“The pain is worth the pleasure,” Santa whispered in her ears, using his fingers to help widen her slowly, letting her feel a bit of expectance as he was growing readier to enter her. He felt her wetness, the need, and heard her little sighs and moans, even as she watched him through those now focused blue eyes, watching him grip himself and lead it down to her, feeling for her, opening her, and then sliding in, slowly. The slowness of it all was pure torture for her. Not only did it hurt, but it felt… great. He was sliding further in, widening her like she could never have known, pushing further in where she thought he could no further go, and he pushed in until the head of his cock was pushing against her cervix, causing her a bit of pain, but with that pain was the overwhelming feel of pleasure.

“Please,” she was begging. “More.” Santa obliged, beginning slowly, throbbing in her, entering and exiting, pushing in and out of her. The slowness was driving Lila mad, her breath arching out, her body trying to pump his harder and faster. “More,” she continued to demand. “Faster, Santa, harder!” And he could do nothing but continue to gratify the pretty lady with her legs spread for him. He moved faster, his balls slapping against her ass, the head of his large cock still wreaking havoc on her cervix, but now the pain had completely disappeared. She was now overcome with the vast wetness, the way her body kept tightening and pulsing around him, her legs wrapping around him and pulling him in. There was something utterly satisfying about this man pounding her, and yet still left her feeling empty, like she needed more, more of him, further, deeper, even though he could go no deeper.

Her lips moved breathlessly, her body heaved from the resistance and need. Santa continued to pound her, gripping her thighs, pushing her further down on his cock, sheathing himself completely until he was so far in there was nowhere else to go, and even then he throbbed, almost vibrated, inside of her by barely moving. He just kept pushing his hips, driving into her, driving her into the couch and burying her body under his. She cried out and screamed and her toes curled, his cock rubbing just the right spots and unexpectedly the overpowering pleasure was too much, her body reacted of its own will, coming around him, her body dripping over him, her legs tightening and holding him where he was, and still he moved, that unbearable movement that felt so… pleasurable.

Santa thrust a few extra times and then he decided to finish in her, enjoying the feel too much to pull out. She was safe, he was magical after all, and he came and filled her and she breathed out heavily, her toes curling towards the ceiling as she fell back on the couch, exhausted and spent from a pleasure she had never felt with her ex.

The last thing she heard was Santa’s calm voice, soothing, husky, “Sleep, just rest. Merry Christmas Lila, Merry Christmas Zack, ho ho ho!” and she was out into the blackness of sleep.

Lila awoke to her son pulling at presents, screaming as he found a box just the right size. “Mom!” he yelled. “Santa did come.”

Lila sat up straight, her body screaming in protest, somewhere between her thighs a slight pain shouting at her, but despite the protest of her body she fell to her knees beside her son, barely noticing she was now clad in a red velvet robe instead of the old underwear and T-shirt.

“What did you get from Santa?” she asked, instinctively pulling the robe tightly around her body.

“An Xbox 360!” he screamed as he opened the present. “And look, those other ones must be the games!! This is great!!!” Lila had never seen her son so excited in her life.

“Mom, here’s one for you, from Santa,” Zack pointed out. He grabbed the small box and held it over to her. Lila took it gently from him and opened it to reveal a red ruby pendant that almost resembled a drop of blood in shape and the color of his velvet costume, and her new robe.

“Who’s it from?” Zack asked.

“Santa,” she smiled happily, remembering the heavy breathing of the night before, and almost wanting to excuse herself from Zack’s company as her need grew again.

“Wow, Santa’s the best!” Zack cried happily.

“Yes he is,” Lila said suggestively. “Here’s to next year!”