I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause: and erotic tale....Parts 1,2 and 3

Christmas time at the mall was always crazy and for the past three years I have found myself with all the other crazy people waiting on Santa Claus.  I never like bringing my kids here but my husband insisted they should see Santa and take pictures. 

Of course, he was not the one to bring them. That was my job.

Now, I stand here in line for hours with my kids just waiting for each one to tell Santa Claus they want something that mommy and daddy can’t afford. The parting gift is a crappy picture that always ends up with my mother in law. 

My husband insists that it makes him and the kids happy. That is all that should matter.  There was a problem. Their happiness was the only thing that always seemed to matter around here.  What made me happy was always forgotten. 

I spent all day cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids and wishing there was some excitement in my life.  My husband comes home from work and most of the time he is too tired for anything.  Sex has been nonexistent and I spent most nights holed up in the bathroom masturbating and trying to be quiet so he could not hear.

It left me feeling so unattractive and undesirable.  After four kids a woman needs her husband to kiss and fuck her ensuring her that he still finds her attractive.  My husband was never good at that sort of thing.  I didn’t think it would affect me so much.

Good thing I had my sister here with me this year.  She was in town for Christmas and wanted to see the kids take pictures.  It made me feel a little better. At least I had someone here to help me corral my brood.

We stood in line a little and watched one by one as each child asks Santa for a special gift just for them.  As we got closer I noticed that this was a different Santa from the past two years we have come here.  Most of the time the Santa was big fat and black.  They wanted a black Santa so that the kids in our neighborhood would believe that Santa was just like them. This time the Santa was white and you could tell that he was not fat at all.

My kids noticed.

“Mommy, that’s not Santa.  Santa is black.” My son said.

“Mommy, he is too skinny to be Santa.” My daughter said.

When we approached my daughter promptly jumped into his lap. He groaned as my daughter was rather big for her age.

“So what do you want for Christmas sweetheart?”

He did little to hide his voice.  He didn’t sound like the stereotypical Santa. Behind all the Santa gear, I could not help but to stare at his eyes. They were an ocean blue and I was lost in them.

He constantly looked at me and smiled.  There was just something about him.  Even with the fake beard on he seemed virile and manly.

I shook my head trying to clear it.  I really must be hard up.  This new Santa was making me horny.

I stared as one by one my children sat on his lap and confessed what they really wanted for Christmas.  When my youngest was done, I smiled at the new Santa and grabbed my kids ushering them to a less crowded side of the mall. 

The kids were so excited that Santa promised them so many new things.  We were toward the end of the line and when a few more kids were done, I watched as the new Santa made his way towards the bathrooms.  He veered to the right entering some room.

I was fascinated for some odd reason about this Santa and I really wanted to see what he looked like underneath all that Santa gear.  I told myself that I was just curious.

I told my sister-in-law that I really had to pee and needed to use the restroom. She said would watch the kids in the little play area with the elves but I needed to hurry back. 

I promised her I would hurry back.

I power walked all the way down the hall wondering what in the hell was I doing.  I got close to the room thinking that I was going to knock and he would come out.  I would make up some excuse for why I was there and leave.

When I got closer I saw that there the door was cracked.  I peeked in and saw him coming out of the large over sized Santa suit.  He was gorgeous.  He was muscular and his skin was flawless and creamy.  I could feel my clit throbbing.

In only his boxer briefs, he tossed the Santa suit over his shoulder. My eyes traveled to the large bulge in front.  He didn’t seem to be aroused but his bulge was still protruding through his underwear.

I was not sure how long I was standing there watching him.  I wanted a better view so I pushed the door just a little.  It made a creaking nose that caught his attention.  I jumped back, but I didn’t run for some odd reason.  The door suddenly flung open and he was standing there smiling at me.

I was frozen. I could feel the heat reach my cheeks.

“Can I help you?”

He asked me standing there with his dick erect now just waiting for me to wrap my lips around it.

I licked my lips.

He cocked his head to the side and a smile touched his face. His beautiful eyes bore into mine. He reached out and grabbed me pulling me into the room closing the door.

“I see how you stare at me. You want me don’t you?”

I nodded.

He removed my coat sliding it down my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair by a desk. 

He pulled down his underwear and his large dick was revealed and my mouth started to water.   He grabbed it in his hand and began to slowly stroke it.  I dropped on my knees in front of him. He took a step closer reaching down grabbing the back of my head.

I opened my mouth wide and took his creamy dick into his mouth. I sucked on the head and took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could manage. 

He moaned, gently stroking my hair. 

I could not think of anything. My mind was flooded with how incredible it felt having his dick in my mouth. A little pre cum exited the tip and it was sweet.  I let my tongue glide over it tasting as much as I could.

He removed his dick from my mouth and pulled it back against his taut stomach exposing his balls. I took them into my mouth and gently sucked.

“Oh yes, that’s it baby.  Suck my fucking balls.”

I reveled in the encouragement and sucked his spongy salty balls. I came up for air and he grabbed my hand helping me off the floor.  He led me over to a couch.  His Santa suit was sprawled across but he didn’t care.  He motioned for me to sit right down on it and he followed sitting right on the Santa suit. 

We kissed and our tongues glided around each other’s mouths tasting, caressing and exploring.  His fingers found my breasts hiding underneath my sweater dress.  I moaned as he squeezed. Suddenly he moved his lips from mine and dropped to his knees in front of me.

I was hoping he wanted to taste my sweet pussy.  My husband had not been down there in years, yet I have always kept my pussy neat and trimmed hoping one day I could talk him into it.

He removed my black boots from my feet one at a time placing them neatly one at a time placing them neatly on the side of the couch. 

He followed that by removing the tight leggings I was wearing gliding them down my legs

The cold air sent shivers up my spine and my pussy held onto the hope that his tongue would make contact with my hard clit.

He removed my black panties and tossed them over his shoulder.  He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down on the couch.  My legs spread for him and I was dripping with anticipation.

He lowered his head and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as his licked my pussy.  My hand instinctively grabbed his jet black hair.  His hand pressed down on my inner thigh opening my legs.  He played with my clit and I could feel my orgasm growing.  I tried to suppress it.  I was not ready to come so soon.  It was futile.  I came filling his mouth with my juices.  He didn’t stop licking right away.  He licked and sucked all my cum. I shivered as his tongue grazed my sensitive clit.

He stood and began to stroke his dick once more.  I sat up and took it into my mouth.  I sucked and licked until he pushed my head back.

“Easy baby, I’m not ready to come just yet.”

He told me to turn around and I was on my knees with my ass in the air. He entered me and I was filled with his hard and thick dick.  He glided in and out smoothly at first then his pace increased bringing more pleasure than I have ever felt in years. 

He pounded my wet pussy and my fingers dug into the back of the couch trying to hold on.  I could hear my ass slapping against his thighs and I could feel another orgasm flood my body. I gasped for air and moaned loudly as I rode my orgasmic wave to sheer ecstasy.

He pulled out and I turned around.  He was stroking his dick and turning himself on.  He motioned me to come to him.  I got on my knees and he stroked his cock until he was close to coming.  He grabbed my head and plunged his dick into my mouth.  I sucked and it wasn’t long before his cum hit the back of my throat.  Some dribbled down my chin warm and sticky. He moaned loudly still stroking my hair.

When we were done I scurried around trying to collect all my clothes.

I redressed.  I was flustered and completely shaken.  I had just fucked the mall Santa. 

I had just cheated on my husband with the mall Santa—and it was exhilarating! 

Before I left the room, he grabbed me and placed another kiss on my lips. It was long slow and sensuous.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He said smiling from ear to ear.

“There were so many mothers out there that wanted to do the same thing and none of them had the balls except for you. You’re so fucking sexy.”

He kissed me again and told me to wait. He walked over to a desk in the opposite corner and wrote something on a piece of paper. He walked back over and handed the paper to me.

“My number,” he said. “I would like the opportunity to do this again.”

I took the number, still in shock at what just transpired, and stuck it into my coat pocket.

Without saying a word, I walked out of the room and down the hall.  I saw my sister-in-law waiting impatiently with the kids.

“Where the hell have you been?” She asked very upset.

I gave her some lame excuse about getting lost on my way to the bathroom and ushered the kids out of the mall into the car.  I drove the ride home in silence completely in a daze. The number was hot and heavy in my pocket and I was not sure what I was going to do. 

The weight of what I had done was weighing on me as we entered the house and my husband greeted us at the door. 

He kissed me on the lips and smiled.

“Did you have a good time?”

I found it hard to look him the eye.

***

My encounter with my sexy mall Santa left me unsatisfied with my marriage. It also left me shaken. I could barely think straight. I am not sure how I made it through Christmas day. My husband noticed, but he didn’t say anything at first. The he realized something was wrong until I repeatedly turned him down for sex on multiple occasions.

“What’s wrong with you?”

I didn’t know how to answer him. I couldn’t tell him that a mall Santa had potentially spoiled me. It had been a long time since anyone had made me feel the way he had.

My husband used to make me feel that way, but he has spent the last 5 years caught up in the kids and work so much so that he didn’t have any room left for me.

A woman can only take so much of neglect before she succumbs to magnificent temptation.

Months would go by and things between me and my husband were not getting any better. I yearned to be touched like that again.

I knew I had his number. He gave it to me. Yet I could not contact my secret Santa. I didn’t want to betray my husband like that again. But I must say the yearning that I had inside was very hard to tolerate

Before I knew it, it was Christmas time again and I fought the urge to take my kids to the mall on Christmas Eve. It had been a tradition that I kept for the past 4 years but the thought excited and terrified me and I tried my best to keep my kids home. I insisted they could just write letters to Santa instead.

My youngest insisted she needed to tell Santa in person. No matter what I did I could not talk them out of going. My neighbor and her daughter decided to join us.

So there I was, at the mall trying to find the line for Santa. Once we found it we were astonished at the number of people there. We were so far back we could even see Santa. I immediately felt foolish. What were the odds the same guy would be playing Santa again this year. I began to relax even as we stood in the incredibly long line. I will start to relax and enjoy the atmosphere and the time spent with my kids, I told myself.

That is until 35 minutes in line I was close enough to see Santa Claus. I could tell from his sparkling blue eyes this was the same man that rocked my world.

For a second, I began to hyperventilate.

“Sheila, are you okay?” my neighbor Deborah asked me.

“Yes !” I answered knowing that there was no way I was fine.

There he was. I could not take my eyes off him. As we got closer in line, I wondered if he would recognize me. I finally decided that he probably wouldn’t have any idea who I was. It gave me some comfort.

And if he did, would he care that I was even there. I never called him like he asked. It had been a year, he could be married now for all I know. I wasn’t sure that mattered seeing as I was married and has spent the year pining after him.

The moment of truth came when we were finally first in line. My daughter wasted no time hopping up on his lap. She began to tell Santa what she wanted.

“I want a Barbie doll, dollhouse, and a baby blue skirt.”

I continued to stare at him as if in a daze. My encounter with him last year came back to my mind and it threatened to unnerve me. My son was next and as he approached, this sexy mall Santa looked at me. I could see something shift in his eyes. Was it possible that he recognized me?

When my son was done telling Santa what he wanted, this Santa smiled and winked at me. And then he addressed my son.

“I wonder what your mommy wants for Christmas,” my son looked at me.

“Mommy, do you want to fit on Santa’s lap?”

You don’t know how much I want to sit on Santa’s lap, I thought. My son hopped off and the mall Santa motioned me over.

I shook my head no figure asleep and he patted his lap

“Go mom,” my daughter said.

I hesitantly walked over my heart racing the entire time. The sexual tension had me hot.

I sat on his lap and my clit began to throb. He placed his hand on my back and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“My God, I was hoping you would come back. Meet me in the back room.”

I shivered and hurriedly jumped off his lap. I grab my kids and we quickly walked away.

My neighbor was waiting for us. We left the area and headed for the food court.

The entire time we ate, I was antsy and clit would not stop throbbing. I cannot stop thinking about him. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I talked my neighbor into watching the kids play in the play area while I hot one more store. I raced back to the area with Santa was and noticed the area. There was a signed indicating he was on a break and we back shortly.

I went to the back to where I knew where his dressing room was. I knew he would be. I went to knock on the door and then I stopped myself.

What am I doing? I should not be here. Yet I needed this. I have waited a year for this.

I raised my fist and knocked on the door.

It opened instantly and there he stood looking like I last saw him. His firm body was exposed. He was standing only in boxers. He reached out grabbing my arm and yanked me forcefully into the room. I didn’t have time to think or react. He lifted me and carried me with my legs wrapped around his waist.

I didn’t say a word and I didn’t protest. I let him lay me down on the sofa and felt warm encompass me as he climbed on top of my body. He placed his lips on mine and a cool rush flooded me.

He tasted like peppermint… Go figure.

We kissed while he followed me through my clothes. I ran my hands across his taut body while my pussy leaked with anticipation.

“Please fuck me.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like I was about to burst. I could feel his erection hard against me. I wanted him my mouth and inside of me.  My need for him was driving me crazy. 

He smiled and climbed off me. He began to remove his boxes. I licked my lips when his hard cock came into view.

“Does your mouth still work?” he asked.

I immediately dropped to my knees. He held himself out to me and I took him into my mouth.

His cock was hot and moist and he caused a fire in my pants. I went to work sucking him and making him feel so good.  His moans were just fuel from a fire. I couldn’t get enough. His hand gravitated to my head and he guided me gently. After a few minutes he pulled back and I released him from my mouth. He reached down and brought me to my feet.

“Lay back on the couch.”

I followed his order and lay back on the couch. He pulled off my shoes and then he pulled down my tights. Next he pulled off my panties my heart was beating so fast anticipating what will come next. He gently spread my legs and dipped his head in between them. It felt so good filling his warm touch my drenched pussy. It was just too much for me.

He went slowly. It seemed as if he was savoring the taste and holding onto the moment but I didn’t have that much time.

“Fuck me!” I commanded.

 He pulled back and sat on his heels. He cocked his head to the side

“If you wanted this bad I don’t see how you waited a whole year.”

I didn’t want anyone more small talk. I just wanted to be fucked.

I arched my back and pushed my pussy closer to him.  I was hoping he would take the hint and fill me.

“Please!” I yelled.

He chuckled, but came to me anyway. He teased me at first rubbing his hard erection against my clit. When he finally filled my breath caught in my throat and for a few seconds no sound came out. He gripped my ass as he pounded me. I stared at him and he stared back as he pounded me harder and harder.

I cried out when I came digging my nails onto his back. He buried his face in my neck as he came. His moans were so loud they made my ears ring.

He sat there for a minute and I began to push him off me.

“I have to go.”

He wrote rolled off me and stood looking for my clothes. He found them and handed them to me but there were no panties in the crumbled clothes.

Fuck It! I thought as I put on my clothes

I didn’t look at him I was too afraid to. I was beginning to feel the familiar ache in my gut. Guilt began to eat me from the inside out. He was silent the whole time. Yet before I could walk out on him he grabbed my arm.

“The number is the same,” he said. “Use it!”

I left and hurried back to my kids. I knew that as much is I wanted him I would not call.

I guess I will have to see him next Christmas.

***

I was wearing a hole in the carpet as I paced back and forth. The tree was up, the stockings were hanging over our fire place and everything was ready for Christmas Day. There was only one thing left to do. Take the kids to see Santa like we do every year

My husband took the kids to the mall this year to see Santa. He said he wanted to give me a break and some time alone. I tried everything I could to be the one to take them. Yet he insisted that it be him this year.

I was a wreck. After my last two encounters with the mall Santa I have been waiting every year for my special treat. I didn’t think there was no harm in a treat once a year. This year it seems I was going to have to do without and it was driving me crazy.

I eventually stopped pacing and decided that I just could not take it. I grabbed my purse, my coat and hat and headed to my mall. The mall was packed when I arrived and it took a few minutes to park. When I finally made it inside, I power walked to the center of the mall where they always have the mall Santa. 

I stood back and watched trying to see if it was my lover under that fake beard. I almost walked a little bit closer but then I saw my children and husband.  I could not let them see me. I pulled my coat up and my hat down trying to cover my face as I slipped to the other side of the line. I got as close as I could and I almost had a good look when this crazy woman grabbed the sleeve of my coat.

“What do you think you’re doing trying to cut in line? I have been here with my kids for over an hour waiting in line and you’re not gonna just jump in front of us!”

I snatched my arm from her grasp.

“Look you crazy Bitch. Does it look like I have kids with me?”

I hurried away from her and the crowd afraid that the ruckus this lady made would make my husband and my kids spot me. I ran around a corner trying to hide. After a few minutes I picked around the corner and stared at the Santa. I looked at his eyes and I knew. He was not my Santa.

I heaved a sigh. I had gotten myself so worked up and he wasn’t here. I needed to get home before my husband and my kids made it home. I turned and bumped into a person standing extremely close to me. I was not in the mood and was about to snap on whoever it was intruding in my space.

“Excuse me, but…”

I stopped. My mouth just hung open.

My mall Santa was standing there smiling down at me. His intense eyes held the same lust I had seen before and I could feel my heart start to beat rapidly in my chest.

“I…uh,” I began to say something comprehensible but I was surprised to see him standing there not in a Santa suit but in a sports jacket, blue jeans and a white shirt that hugged him in all the right places.

“You’re not Santa.” I stated lamely.

He laughed.

“No baby. Not this year.”

He pulled me tight against his body and held me. I was so lost in him that I forgot my husband and children were still in the mall…still waiting to see Good Ole’ St. Nick.

“Then why are you here?”

“For you of course.” He answered without hesitation. “I was hoping you would be here and I wanted another chance to make you scream.”

I was nervous and flattered all at the same time. Had he really been thinking about me all year?

“So where…? I asked looking toward the Santa “dressing room”.

He smiled.

“Not here. My place.”

That made me hotter and more afraid. It was different when he was just a mall Santa that I fucked in the back room of the mall but now he wanted to take me back to his place. To me it made the affair seem real and not an illusion.

He wasn’t Santa anymore. He was a full grown man with the body of a god and someone I could not get enough of.

I didn’t protest. I let him lead me to his car. He opened the door for me and I got inside.

We rode in his car to his apartment. It wasn’t very far but it seemed so far away. The sexual tension in the car was so thick. Suddenly his hand slid over and landed on my bare knee. My skirt rode up high enough where my knee was exposed. He drove looking straight ahead while his hand continued to climb up leg. Finally his hand reached my pussy and he stroked me through my panties. I leaned my head back and began to moan.

“That’s right baby. Moan for me. I’m going to do so many good things to your body you are going to screaming and moaning all night.

His apartment was definitely a bachelor pad barely furnished. There was a nice couch and lazy boy but it was all black and tan. A man’s place.

But observing his décor was not was I was here for. I was here to fuck and not long after we entered the apartment did we jump all over each other.

We kissed frantically ripping each other’s clothes off in the process. 

“Oh I have waited so long to feel your touch.” I confessed.

He chuckled.

“I have to admit, I have missed fucking you.”

His words just made my pussy drip soaking my panties.

I dropped to my knees and undid the belt on his pants.

“All ready to fill your mouth with this cock I see.”

He was right; I was ready and eager to feel him in my mouth. I pulled down his pants and his boxers and out popped his reddened and hard cock. I didn’t wait. I took him in my mouth

And licked and sucked up and down his shaft. I could hear the moans escaping from him. I worked my hand in a circular motion while I licked the head of his beautiful cock.

“You want me to come in your mouth don’t you?” he asked.

I nodded, sucking him harder and working my hands.

He gave one really deep moan and then pushed me away. He lifted me and tossed me on the couch. He spread my legs and began to lick my pussy through my panties. Long and slow strokes that teased and drove me crazy.

“How can I forget how good you taste.” He said still licking.

Slowly he pulled my panties down my thighs and calves sliding them off my feet. He tossed them over his shoulder and began his slow licking process one more time only this time his tongue was directly on my dripping wet hole and clit.

“Oh Santa” I moaned.

“Him.” He muffled. He was hard to hear what he was saying with his mouth full of pussy.

“What did you say?” I asked.

He sat up and looked at me.

“My name is Jim.” He replied and went right back to eating pussy.

His name was Jim. Now it made things even more real.

Before I could truly process that thought, my orgasm snuck up on me and I screamed his name. His real name.

He continued to lick while my orgasm seemed to keep coming in waves.

Suddenly he was hovering over me shoving his rock hard dick in my mouth. He began to roughly fuck my face and it was glorious. The taste was amazing. He suddenly pulled out and yanked me off the couch. He replaced my body with his.

“Hop on baby.”

I straddled and eased his large and hard dick inside of me. A moan of pleasure seeped between my lips.

“Make me come,” was all he said.  That was all he needed to say. I rode him feeling inside of me pressing against my g-spot. From the pleasure I knew that I was going to come again. I rode him hard and he answered by gripping my ass and bouncing me up and down on him.

It seemed like it went on forever and just when I thought my legs would give out he came with a loud animalistic moan. He gripped my ass tighter and then I came moaning loudly pressing my hands on his chest.

I lied in his bed for a minute. I wanted to get up but my legs were like jelly. Finally, my husband and kids flashed through my head and I jumped up and began searching for my clothes that were discarded.

“Leaving so soon?”

I looked at him still naked and hard again like he was ready for round two.

“Yes, my family is waiting for me.”

He sighed and looked at me.

“I was to have you twice this time.

I looked at his hard member and smiled.

“I see, but not this time.”

“Fine.” He answered sitting up on the couch.

“Same time next year?” he asked.

I didn’t answer I just hightailed it out of there.

Yet I knew it didn’t matter if I answered or not. He knew I would be there…with Jingle bells on.