I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus

Starring Christmasy massively-mammaried minx Hilda Humper and her holiday-inspired twelve-inch titanically-dicked son Henry Humper in:

"I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus" Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur Edited by Victor C. Nathan

"Jiggly balls! Jiggly balls! Uhhh, uhhh, fuck! Jiggly as you thrust! Ohhh! Oh, what fun it is to fuck as you play with my big bust!" Hilda Humper sang, naked on her back as her dangerously large titties flopped up and down on her body while the mall Santa worked, while he literally jammed his long prick in and out of her vagina, both of her legs bent and up in the air. "Come on, Santa! Ohhhh, that's the way to fuck me! Hump my pussy and make my boobs bounce! Ohhhhhh, shiiiittt, yeeeaaaahhh! Fuck me like you just found a big-tittied elf you got lucky with!"

"Oh, Miss Humper," the mall Santa, who was named Joe groaned as he pounded and plunged inside her long tunnel of pussy and occasionally cupped one of her knockers. "I've never seen any elf with tits as big as yours! Ohhhh, yeah! How does that feel?"

"Like Santa's planting the North Pole right up my cunny!" she swooned, fingering her moist nub as he pummeled her huge-breasted, huge-bubble-assed body like a dream. "I hope those kids at the mall won't miss you too much! Tee hee hee! But who cares about ankle-biters when you can get fucked, right, Kris fucking Kringle?"

"I'm sure they do miss me, Miss Humper," the mall Santa answered earnestly as he thrust in and out of her love canal a few more times. "I had better get back there soon before they find out I'm gone and fire me."

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled, wrapping her legs tightly around Joe's torso and crossing her ankles behind his back. "Let the little bastards wait. I don't give a shit. What's more important, my orgasm or those little snot-nosed greedy brats telling you what they want for Christmas?"

"Ohhhh, don't tempt me to stay longer, Miss Humper," Joe managed, capturing one of her bouncing breasts by the nipple and areola and latching on like a hungry man at a buffet. "You don't want me to lose my job, do you?"

"No, Santa, but little Hildy has Santa's weeeee weeeeee on her Christmas list," Hilda swooned as Joe jacked his cock up and down athwart her, making a squishing sound as his manhood worked her natural juices in and out of her pussy and caused her bazoom bouncers to careen around like fucking crazy. "Doesn't Santa always try to make sure little girls get the gifts they want for Christmas, even the ones on his naughty list? Ohhhh, yeah, fuck me!"

"Ha ha!" the mall Santa laughed, finally planting the full length of his sausage of a wiener balls deep in his bust-gifted lover as the semen streamed out of him at last. "Aaaaaahhhh, that feels good, Miss Humper! But you are no 'little girl', ma'am. There is nothing little about you except the size of your waist. But you are definitely very naughty."

Hilda too orgasmed and then they were done. As she helped Joe get back into his Santa suit for work, she toyed with his penis and kept shoving her horny headlights against various parts of his body. It was then that Hilda heard the front door downstairs open and then abruptly slam shut.

"Mom, I'm fuckin' home and I'm as horny as shit!" her son Henry yelled unashamedly as he strode into the house.

"Wow, you fuck your son too?" Santa Joe looked at her as she zipped up the fly of his red pants and cupped his pecker and sack, the one not filled with toys as she rubbed her glorious naked tits against his stomach.

"Oh, Joe, I fuck anything with a penis attached to it, baby," Hilda informed him unashamedly as he got in one last lascivious grope of her inflated chest. "Now you better go be merry and quit thinking about your elfhood now. We can take care of your big candy cane again after Christmas. I put my phone number in your pants pocket, you dirty horny fucking Santa."

"I had fun, Miss Humper. Can we do this again sometime?" Joe inquired sincerely as he still gawked at her big bouncy boobs. "I mean, it's not every day that someone like me gets to meet a hot, horny woman like you, he he. Especially not a hot, horny woman with a rack as big as yours."

"Tee hee hee, Santa," Hilda responded sweetly as she pushed her boobs aside momentarily while she leaned over to put her shorts back on. "Anytime, sweetie pie."

Hilda walked out of her bedroom with Santa, wearing only her shorts, her ponderous, pendulous flesh puppies swaying wildly with every step, bouncing up towards her face and down again to hit her chest, making a loud slapping noise.

"Hey, Mom," Henry greeted his heavily-titted mother as he met them halfway up the staircase. "Who's your new friend?"

"Henry, sweetie," Hilda replied politely as her bazooms bobbed with every step. "This is the mall Santa, Joe. Joe, this is my son, Henry."

"Hey, Santa," Henry said in an amused voice, looking at his mom's amazon melon knockers knock into each other as he tried to hold in a snicker. "Looks like ol' Saint Nick just got some pussy, huh? Did you come down the chimney or just in her? Ha ha ha!"

"Nice meetin' you," Joe managed with a little embarrassment, glancing back for one more eyeful of her honeydew honkers as he reached the door. "But Henry, man, I don't blame you for going to bed with your mom. I mean, if I had a mom with boobs that big, I would bang her till she rattled, conventions be damned."

"You got that right, Joe," Henry agreed, moving towards his mother and squeezing both of her round buoyant boats of titmeat without shame. "But give her a call when you need to get some, okay? Mom's pussy is a fun place to put your wee wee, as you just found out, I' m sure. Have a good one."

"You too, Henry, and Hilda, it was wonderful poking, er, I mean meeting you," Joe stammered, donning his Santa cap and then darting out the door.

"Mommy's fucking Santa! Mommy's fucking Santa!" the eighteen-year-old male Humper sang annoyingly to his mother as he smacked her proud mams in turn.

"Alright, Mom," Henry said with a low chuckle as he pawed at her ample assets with his large hands. "How on earth did you end up fucking the mall Santa? I thought you were trying to get your last minute Christmas shopping done."

"Well, tee hee hee, Henry," Hilda giggled girlishly as she placed her hands on her chest plumpers and juggled them up and down. "I was shopping for a few hours when I walked past the Santa's Village they have set up out there at Rosewood Mall and saw Santa sitting there with a bunch of little kiddies lining up to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. I figured I'd give him my list too, ya know? I mean, if the kids can tell him what they really want, then why can't I? Anyway, I got to the head of the line, sat down on the big guy's lap and his eyes nearly bugged right out of his head when he stole a look at my knockers, tee hee. So I leaned up really close, pushed these big babies of mine right up into his face and whispered my wish list right into his ear, tee hee. You should have seen how red he turned. It was a naughty motherfucking wish list too, sex toys and whatnot! It was just too fucking funny, but I guess ya had to be there. Plus, I did get all the gifts I needed for Christmas, and we can open some of those fuckers tonight."

"Well, you just gave Santa a good rogering," Henry said huskily, leaning in to kiss her bare neck and to pinch and grope her bare but firm gobs of gazonga globe as his crotch rubbed against her body. "How about a little you and me?"

"A little you and me what?" Hilda told her boy with a laugh, her little pair of shorts hugging her big ass while her wobbling monstrous boobs and the rest of her were so liberated and blessedly nude. "Awwww, does baby want Mommy to give him the Santa treatment? Awwwww, that is so ceeeuuuuteee, little baby boy."

"Not half as cute as you look in that little tiny pair of jogging shorts," he replied, kissing each of her expansive areolas in turn. "Or as cute as those ridiculously large tankers of yours look all naked as a jay bird on Christmas Eve."

"But Henry," Hilda said with a deep sigh, her bodacious boobage jutting out provocatively in front of her, causing Henry's trouser snake to leap with anticipation inside his Levi jeans and Fruit of the Loom underwear. "It's Christmas Eve, baby. I have to get all these presents wrapped and under the tree. I have to get the food ready for tomorrow and then I have to clean up before Granny June and Grandpa Ward arrive tomorrow morning. I can't take the time to play with wee wee right now. Can't you take him into your room and shove that old Chelsea Charms video into the machine?"

"Awww, but, Mom," Henry whined, lowering his head to suckle one of her pert pink nipples as his hand strayed in the direction of her pubic bone, rubbing her private area salaciously through the thin fabric of her shorts. "I don't want Chelsea Charms, Mom. Her boobs look too fake. I want your boobs, cause they look real."

"They are real, baby. Tee hee. Every fucking inch of my fleshy boobs are real," Hilda told him sweetly, drumming her little fingers on the inflated crotch of his blue jeans. "It's just that I have so much to do to get ready for tonight."

But sure enough...........

"Oh, baby boy, that thing looks so swollen," the busty Humper observed, lying on her back still wearing only her shorts as she rubbed a whole handful of lotion into her skin, slathering it back and forth between her J-cupped gems, getting it slippery down where the cleavage got deep. "That's one mean looking Christmas erection, Sugar Wean. Oh, shit, but it's swollen up, Henry. So big and thick and long and ready to get slippy and slidey."

"Are you ready, Mommy?" Henry asked anxiously as he jammed his now fully tumescent organ between her gigantic globes, seeing himself disappear within the deep canyon of her cleavage until his entire organ was gone from his view, surrounded on all sides by the soft, smooth and slippery flesh of her marvelous mammaries, his finely down-covered testicles slapping at her taut abdomen as he began to move up and down within the firm grasp of her slickly lubricated cleavage cunny. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" His fertile fuckstick foraged in her deep, dark cleavage, running into Hilda's tongue as she jutted it out to lavish oral attention on the apple head of his pee wee as it briefly appeared at the top of the canyon. There was a distinct noise, a sloshing, waterfall kind of noise as he worked it vigorously, traveling up and down the corridor between her two roomy flesh pillows, almost as though he were a child again, enjoying a ride on the Slip-n-Slide that Hilda had bought for Henry and Harriet when they were little.

The entire twelve inches of Henry's hose of a horsecock penetrated Hilda's bare chest, horizontally touching the place between her two bounty bazooms as she gripped her cute cans with both hands and curled them around his long trunk to make the slide, though slippery and noisy and fun, a tight one.

"Slippy Mommy your sticky, tee hee hee!" Hilda tittered as he plowed her topsy swervy titters at that moment. "Slidey Mommy your mansy meat stick, tee hee! Oh, it squeaks loud as motherfucking, titfucking shit when you titfuck me, baby boy! Work your Wean Machine a little harder and I'll suck 'im as he moves!"

"Oh, and to think we might have left all this off for wrapping silly consumerist gifts!" Henry exclaimed, cramming and jamming his severely swollen stalk between the two oasises of teatsiedom that he gave a squeaky, loud and humorous wee weeing to. "And I come home and find 'Mommy's fucking Santa! Mommy's fucking Santa!' Ohhh, fuck, I'm gonna dick your triple-J wee wee fuckin' tits so fuckin' hard, you naughty strumpet! Ohhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk, it feels so good in here!"

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled, her big bags of boobflesh quivering and shaking with each spasm of laughter. "I wonder what my baby boy has in his big ol' Santa sack, tee hee." Reaching down with her dainty hand, she gave his dangling gonads a gentle squeeze. "I think that Santa sack of ours is full of lots of treats for Mommy!" Hilda stroked and kneaded his scrotum as though she were rattling a gift to try and guess its contents. "I bet there's lots of my baby boy's ooey gooey sticky shit, mmmm," Hilda moaned, sticking her tongue out at the appropriate moment to give Henry a quick "wiggler" in his urethral orifice that made Henry groan out loud at the sensations that coursed through his body. His rigid planting tool continued to ply its way through the tight flesh trap formed by Hilda's gigantic globes, made even tighter when she loosened her grasp on his trouser snake and pressed her breasts together to form a tighter sheath around her boy's male organ.

Henry placed his hands at the side of her jumping, currently fucking teats and then began to buck hard at the waist, the 'eek, eek, eek' of hard wee wee on soft lubricated boobie flesh resounding throughout the spacious bedroom. Hilda in turn leaned her head slightly forward and took the first few inches of his dick into her mouth and got a quick suck in as he pounded her cleavage with his leaky protruding peter.

"That's it, baby. Pound 'em! Fuck 'em hard!" the mother encouraged her well-hung boy, as his foot-longer started slipping and sliding faster and faster, now slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth as well. "Give Momma's boobs and her mouth a good fuckin', big guy!"

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh," Henry managed, working like a skillful logjammer, ramming his tree between her holy Humper hills. "Just keep your Santa-suckin' mouth open wide, cause it's about to get a mouthful of magical holiday semen! Ohhhhh, shiiiiittttttt, ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! I almost can't turn back now, Mom!"

"Let it out, baby. Let it all out," Hilda urged, lapping at a droplet of pre-cum that leaked from Henry's pee pee pole's wee wee hole. "Give it all to Mommy, baby. Empty that big ol' Santa sack."

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, finally losing the ability to stave off the inevitable and giving in and letting go. Huge amounts of rope-like strings of sticky baby batter were ejected forcefully from the huge apple head of Henry's wee wee as Hilda guzzled, drinking him down as fast as she was physically capable of doing, her oversized hooters bouncing and jouncing while she made a valiant attempt to capture and enjoy every single morsel.

"Oh, Henry," she was finally able to say as the thick stream became merely a dribble again and she could use her tongue to wipe her lips and chin. "Baby, I love your balls! That was some huge fucking Christmas treat in that sack of yours, Henry, tee hee hee."

"You got that titterfuckin' right," Henry agreed with a satisfied sigh of orgasmic satisfaction, having finally found sexual relief and release, euphoric and cathartic as it was between his mother's colossal udder jubblies and inside her mouth and throat when she finally drank from his penis. And the fact that it was the holiday season only made it feel like one big up close and personal present, a sweet sensual gift to his wee wee for Christmas. But the boy and his hulking huge high school cock were both quite sure that his busting-to-the-ceiling mother and her overwrought orbs were a gift that would keep on giving, and then giving and giving and giving some more sex, whether it was boob sex, mouth sex or just plain old honey cunny sex. Henry Humper hauled his sleek well-working organ from out her mouth and then from out her deep mysterious cleavage and toppled to the bed beside her topless and top-heavy body that was now speckled with cum.

"You did that well, Henry," Hilda observed with a smirk that smoldered with sexual possibilities yet to come. "And motherfuck it all, if your dick isn't heeeuuugeerrr than shit, pardon my grammatical liberties! Tee hee hee!"

"It's because it's Christmas, Mom, ha ha," Henry laughed, giving his overendowed mother a gentle poke in her left breast as she instinctively reached out with her hand to stroke and fondle the large private part between his legs. "Everything is more generous at Christmas, even Mr. Wean. That was sure some motherfucking fun shit."

"Yes it was, baby," Hilda sighed, leaning back against the pillow and closing her eyes, just relaxing and savoring the feel of his hands as they pawed and played with her gigantic jubblies as she continued to tickle and tease his male appendage, surprised that it was already standing nearly at attention again, even though it had only been mere minutes since their last sexual interlude.

"Mommy, he's hard again," Henry told her, stating the patently obvious.

"Henry, I know, sweetie. But I'm tired after all the Christmas preparations. I've been cooking and baking and buying and wrapping for days now and I just don't feel like being at your pecker's beck and call all the time. Can't you just lie here and play with my titties or something? I know Mr. Wean is needy, sweetheart, but even mothers need a day off every now and again."

Looking decidedly downcast, Henry nevertheless continued to paw playfully at her fleshy lady lumps, tweaking the nipples and occasionally lowering his head to give each a playful nip with his teeth.

"Oh, Henry, that does feel fantastic, sweetie, but can't you just lie here and snuggle with me for awhile? Good grief, that fucking fucktool of yours seems to need my attention all the fucking time. I'm glad Harriet can take over for me sometimes, otherwise you'd wear me the fuck out."

"Oh, I'm sooooooo haaaaarrrrrrrdddd, Mommy, so very hard," Henry said in a voice of pleasured relaxation as he basked lazily in the feel of her predictable hand rubbing up and down on the part that mattered most, only one of his hands now sampling her own substantial skin floats of flesh.

"Ohhhhh, I know it is, baby," Hilda huskily replied, as he haphazardly fondled her sweet as honey damn big delectable pair as her own hand slid delightfully up and down on his organ, her sensitive fingers savoring each thick delicious vein that networked along the surface of his horsecock. "I know it is, baby, cause I feeeeeel it."

"Ohhhh, I feeeeeeel it too, Mommy Mams, and it feeeeeeels so good, you slathering your hand to and fro on my big ol' piece of penile pipe, I mean. Oh, Mommy lover!"

"Oh, baby! I mean, don't you know I wouldn't even give a shit if you didn't buy me anything for Christmas, Henry. Yeah, rub my tittie good. Don't you know that I practically live for what you've got down here between your legs? That would be Christmas present enough for me. And I don't just love it cause I fuck it and suck it. Baby, I love it for what it is, what I know it can do, even on Mr. Wean's off days, like when you are studying Shakespeare at school or some shit. And I would say it's the best Christmas present a boy could ever give his mother. I love it most because it's attached to you, sweetness. Nah, that's not totally true. I mainly love it cause it's so biiiiggggggg!"

"Well, I don't think the Christmas turkey is the only fucking thing getting stuffed this year," Henry declared arrogantly as he rose completely from his back and attempted to slide down Hilda's shorts so that he might undress the lower half of her busty and fulsomely voluptuous body while his monstrous cock jutted proudly and largely from between his legs, solid and ready to insert itself inside her vagina. "Oh, yeah, Mommy. I'm getting a 'piece on earth.'"

"You sure are getting a 'piece on earth', tee hee. And it's a heavenly piece of ass too! Oh, Henry, Momma's got a lot of good will towards men too," Hilda giggled with a swivel of her swinging bazooms as she allowed her son to take down her jogging shorts to gain an unobstructed view of her bare pink pussy, the wonderful space he would soon shove his foot-long shaft into.

"You got a lot of good will towards men, and manhoods too. Ha! Ha! Merry Christmas, Momma. I love you."