I Saw Mommy . . . (Patreon)

Happy Holidays everyone! I don't really have much to say about this story but I do want to thank all of you for being my patrons and supporting me! Many of you have been doing so for years now and it never stops being amazing. I'm truly glad to have every single one of you on my Patreon and I hope my work has brought you at least some comfort in these extremely trying times. I look forward to continuing it next year and hopefully a lot longer than that! But I don't want to babble on for too long so I'll simply end this rambling by saying, as always, I hope you enjoy the story!

Oh and for those who might not be familiar here's a simple reference image for Veronica! 

“Come on . . . it's gotta be at least four in the morning right? It's gotta be . . . there's no way it's still—eleven thirty?!” Jack fought the urge to hurl his phone at the wall as the harsh reality of how long he'd been tossing and turning sank in, “Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch . . .”

Turning away from his bedside table with a frustrated grunt he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the oscillating fan nearby. For a minute or two he managed to keep his mind completely blank and it almost seemed like he could successfully fall asleep. But then some random, errant little thought slipped in and everything fell apart. After lying in bed for the better part of two hours, apparently, he was starting to go stir crazy. Any other day of the year he'd be out like a light but it wasn't any other day of the year. It was Christmas Eve and for whatever reason Christmas Eve was the one night he'd never been able to sleep through. When he was a kid it'd been sort of fun trying to stay awake and hear Santa Claus or just think about all the presents waiting for him under the tree. But now that he was eighteen going on nineteen with a part time job and other, slightly more adult stressors being awake through the night just plain sucked. Enough for him to finally sit up and get out of bed less than ten minutes after learning just how much time he'd wasted trying to sleep. Because if he was gonna be up all night he might as well do something with his time besides glaring at the ceiling and thinking about any random thing that jumped into his brain. So with an incredibly frustrated grumble he threw the covers aside and stood up. On the off chance his sister or mother might be awake and downstairs he pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms over his boxers and a tank top over his bare chest.

Dressed as appropriately as one could be for bumming around the house at midnight Jack left his bedroom and tiptoed down the hall. Maybe it was a consequence of how early everyone had gone to bed or the almost picturesque atmosphere outside but he was so acutely aware of each creak and groan of the floorboards beneath his feet it was maddening. Everything was so incredibly quiet even the rustling of his clothes felt like orchestra symbols crashing together. Thankfully everyone in his family was an incredibly heavy sleeper and the reassuring sound of his sister snoring contentedly in her bedroom confirmed that Jack wasn't being as loud as he thought. By the time he could hear the loud drone of his parent's fan he felt a lot a lot concerned about his own movements. Enough to descend the stairs into the foyer without feeling out each step like he used to as a kid. Of course by that point in his life he could've written a comprehensive guide on which ones creaked and which ones were safe to walk on so it hardly even mattered. From the entryway he traipsed into the kitchen to make himself a snack before he slouched down on the couch to watch whatever was on so late. He got as far as pulling open the door to the fridge before he paused, his ears perking up at the quiet sound of a feminine voice trickling in from the living room. At first he assumed it was the T.V. left on after his parents went to bed but then he recognized his mother's voice.

Suddenly a lot more interested in what she was doing up than making himself food Jack crept through the small room separating the kitchen and the living room to peek through the slightly open door. As expected he saw his mom standing in the dim, multicolored light shed by their lavishly decorated Christmas tree. What took him by surprise and made him clap a hand over his mouth to keep from audibly gasping was how she was dressed. Instead of the usual beige sweater dress covering her absolutely peerless body she was wearing the tiniest red thong and a matching negligee comprised entirely of sheer fabric with a fluffy wet edge at the very top. Similarly colored stockings with little garlands of mistletoe at the top covered her legs and an elegant wreath sat in her auburn hair as the final decoration. Or at least the final one that could be seen from where he was standing. With her back to him and the front of her body hidden Jack could only guess at what the front looked like but given how incredibly her tight, round ass looked in that g string it was easy enough to guess. Or rather to fantasize about. The warm glow of the lights were just bright enough to show off the bikini tan lines separating the nicely bronzed look of her legs and part of her buttocks with the lighter skinned but no less delicious appearance shown off by the rest of her ass.

Alongside the smooth, supple curves found in her thighs and calves as well as the impressively slender shape of her waist and the mouth wateringly wide curvature of her hips there was so much to enjoy in that first glimpse Jack was almost at a loss. Even when his eyes started to rise up the rest of her body to drink in the sight of her gorgeously large, currently unsupported breasts visible beneath her upraised arms he still didn't have any response better than gawking. It was easy to forget just how hot his mom was and how amazing she could look but every once in a while he was reminded in the best possible way a young man could be. At some point the fact that she was running her hand across the chest of a man dressed in a full Santa costume, complete with a beard and bag of toys, managed to pierce the veil of shock and arousal clouding his mind. But it took far longer than it should've and it was unlikely he ever truly noticed the mistletoe hanging she held suspended above their heads even with the supple shape of her slender arm naturally drawing the eye to it. There was just so much else going on he had no hope of processing the finer details like that. Especially not when Veronica slowly leaned in to whisper something to the man. For whatever reason Jack felt a little rush of adrenaline as he heard his mother speak. Despite being unable to hear what she was saying just knowing she was talking in a hushed, breathy whisper sent a shiver down his spine.

Acting entirely without thinking he pushed the door open a little wider and leaned in a little more as his ears strained to catch even a word of what she was saying. Almost as if she knew he was eavesdropping his mother stopped speaking and pulled back a moment after his attempts to listen. When she suddenly turned her head his heart nearly jumped into his throat. He reflexively pulled back as his entire body readied itself to spring away at the first sign of being caught. Thankfully cooler heads prevailed and he managed to notice the man she was with lean in and whisper something into her ear as well. As soon as he realized how silly his reaction had been Jack somewhat boldly pushed the door open again to watch what was happening. For the first time he noticed the dusky crimson eye shadow and faint mascara surrounding his mother's beautiful emerald stare. Along with the faint dusting of makeup across her softly angular cheekbones along with a nice red lipstick expertly applied to her full, sultry mouth. The way her lips curled upwards into a smile that bared just a hint of her pearly white teeth spoke volumes about what was being whispered into her ear. In much the same way as her resulting shiver and remarkably throaty laugh a moment later. Suddenly more curious than ever as he listened to and watched his mother behave in ways he'd never seen before Jack took a deep breath. Perhaps the stupidest thing he'd ever considered the plan running through his head in that moment was about the only rational thing he could think of. Everything else was a flurry of emotions and instincts barely held together by conscious thoughts.

When his mother turned back towards her companion he slipped through the door and into the living room proper. Normally there'd be nowhere to hide and he'd be discovered almost instantly but with the massive Christmas tree, numerous presents, and rearranged furniture there was actually a wealth of places to conceal himself. But since he wasn't exactly the type to take risks and he'd already filled that quota and then some just entering the room Jack went for the safest place he could. Namely the very shadowy corner behind the armchair. He knew from experience he could hide back there and peer into the living room without fear of being discovered. After something like twelve years hiding in that spot not once had he ever been caught. That was how he'd learned Santa wasn't real and that it was just his dad dressed up to look like him. When he could be bothered to go through that charade. Although this time around his motivations were a bit different the core was amusingly similar enough to almost make him chuckle. Thankfully he had enough self restraint to avoid doing so and in a few tense moments he was crammed between the lazy boy chair and the wall watching his mother's half naked body shiver as she said perverted things to her companion. Only now he could hear every word and that alone was worth the risk.

“And when I'm done you're gonna take that fat, throbbing cock of yours and stuff it into my tight little pussy until I cum all over. And maybe if you're really, really good I'll let you turn my ass inside out like you did last year . . .”

Jack could feel his cheeks burning as surely as he could feel his heart racing. Hearing his mother say such vulgar and perverse things made his head spin. More than once during her all too brief tirade he shivered hard enough to nearly reveal himself in some way or another. Thankfully he managed to avoid banging his elbow against the wall or rocking the chair he was hiding behind. Although he couldn't stop his hand from reaching down into his pajamas as slowly pulling out his amazingly hard cock. Some part of him knew what he was about to do was wrong but that just really didn't matter. Crouched there looking at his incredibly sexy mom while she talked about sex in that erotic manner how could he not at least start to masturbate? Especially when he watched her slowly kneel down to, presumably, make good on the first round of perversions he hadn't heard properly. Jack was forced to cover his mouth to stop an involuntary moan as he watched the woman that'd raised him, tucked him into bed, and made his lunches squat down in front of his father with a lewd grin on her face. The way her ass jiggled and clenched paired so well with how the rest of her toned yet plump legs looked extended outwards. He almost didn't notice the small drip of fluids leaking from her currently hidden pussy to pool on the hard wood floor beneath her. Thanks to his boldness he couldn't do anything but notice the look on her face as she pulled Santa's trouser's down to reveal a massive, rock hard dick.

It sprang from his pants so fast and so hard it nearly smacked Veronica in the face. She let out a breathy laugh after leaning back to avoid it, her hands immediately closing around the base of his dick and his weighty looking balls. From where he was positioned Jack had the perfect side on angle of what was going on and despite the shame nestled in his gut he felt an incredible amount of pleasure as he watched his own mother slowly wrap her lips around the head of a cock. From the way her eyes sparkled to the violent shivers cascading through her body it was clear she enjoyed every single aspect of what she was doing. That fact grew even more clear when she unexpectedly lunged forward, a wet gurgle accompanying her powerful movement. Once more forced to stifle a gasp Jack's jaw nearly hit the floor as he watched his mom inhale close to a foot of rock hard and impressively thick shaft like it was nothing. Her once slender throat bulged outwards and there were tears in the corners of her eyes but she still swallowed up every last inch all the way to the base. All in less than a second and seemingly without any real trouble at all. Her hands slid around her partner's waist to grab his buttocks and apparently pull herself a little further onto his dick while a flurry of absolutely incredible sounds spilled from her over stuffed throat. Sloppy moans, wet slurps, and even what sounded like choking filled the room as deepthroated that cock better than anyone Jack had ever seen. Including the many pornstars he'd watched over the years.

He didn't even realize how fast he was stroking his own shaft until he glanced away from his mother because the intensity of her actions proved too much for him. When his gaze returned to her Veronica was slowly pulling herself back, long strands of spit and precum dripping off the prick emerging from her lips. Her body was shaking so violently she looked like she was having a seizure and the impressive amounts of saliva dripping from her mouth had already started to coat her ample, barely covered breasts. It was while watching one of those long, shimmering strands fall onto her tits like icing being sprayed inexpertly on a cake that Jack properly noticed his mother's nipples. In particular how large and pink they were as they lifted up the negligee draped over them. It was hard to remember the last time he'd seen her topless but he could've sworn they didn't look that amazing when he had. Maybe it was because she hadn't been passionately sucking cock at the same time. Who could really say at that point? That sort of self examination wasn't really his forte even when he had the brainpower to think properly about things. Let alone when he was furiously beating off to the sight of his mom messily blowing an enormous shaft.

She stopped about two thirds of the way and greedily swallowed the remainder of her partner's cock right back up again. Although she was a little slower than the breakneck pace of last time she still moved a lot faster than expected. Another chorus of gurgles and moans filled the room only this time they were further enhanced by Veronica's moans. At some point her left hand had moved down between her legs and while Jack couldn't explicitly see what was happening motions of her fingers and the increased amount of juices leaking onto the floor definitely illustrated the point well enough. For a handful of seconds that was all he could really watch even while the vastly more explicit sight of his mother busily sucking dick continued above. Without even realizing it he stroked his dick in time with the movements of her hand and it wasn't long before instinct had all but completely eroded any sort of thought left in his brain. When his eyes eventually returned to her mouth and the dick sliding in and out of it he subconsciously started mirroring those movements as well. Particularly when he noticed his mom's free hand wrapped around the base and eagerly sliding back and forth whenever she pulled away. After a minute or two he couldn't believe how proficient his own mother was at blowjobs. A few more minutes passed by and Jack was just amazed by effortless it all looked and how beautiful she remained. Soon he was left wondering how long she could continue. Not to mention how long he could continue.

The answer to that first question was provided a lot faster than Jack expected as, after several unbroken minutes of deepthroating Veronica finally pulled herself off the cock she'd been worshiping. With a look in her eyes that could melt the north pole she stood up and bit her lip. Her arms slowly snaked around her husband's shoulders and she pressed her trembling body against his in a manner that'd need several days worth of cold showers to be provocative. After a moment she hopped into the air and wrapped her legs around his waist. He grabbed her fat, perfect ass and held her aloft while grinding his hips in a slow, rhythmic motion. Although it wasn't all totally visibly Jack could easily picture that throbbing member rubbing against his mom's gooey pussy. Her delighted moans certainly helped paint a picture of how much she was enjoying herself. Then Santa's movements stopped and he lifted her higher while she moaned. Leaning in and nibbling on his ear Veronica took over grinding against him, especially when her pussy came to rest against his cock. Or at least somewhere close to it. Straining to actually see what was happening Jack felt all at once frustrated and ashamed by how badly he wanted to see his mother getting fucked. He'd never in his life entertained that sort of Oedipal fantasy before now and yet that was all the could think about in the heat of the moment. His wish was somewhat granted when she was practically dropped about a foot down and every inch of Santa's dick vanished inside her almost as quickly as when she'd been going down on him.

Biting her fingers in an obvious bid to keep from screaming too loud Veronica was nonetheless explosive in her pleasure as that cock was buried in her cunt. Between the sudden rush of fluids leaking out of her cunt and the wild tremors surging through her body that much was apparent at least. Amazed at how visceral her reaction was and how different she seemed compared to the haughty and composed woman he knew Jack was in awe of her. In a way that kept his hand furiously pumping his dick while he looked at his mom with an astonished expression. When she was done moaning like an overacting ghost she lunged forward to kiss the man holding her as every inch of her supple form seemed to tighten around him. Santa's fingers tightened around her ass soon afterwards and with the sloppy sounds of kissing joining the cacophony he started lifting her back up his dick. Behind the chair her son had the enormous pleasure of watching it slide from his mother's pussy in a manner eerily similar to when she'd been deepthroating it a short while ago. But instead of spit and precum dripping from every exposed inch it was long, creamy strands of pussy juice. The puddle on the floor beneath them had already spread to an almost worrying size and there was no doubt it would only get bigger. Thankfully it wasn't his mess to clean up or worry about so Jack didn't pay it much heed beyond the intriguing discovery of just how wet his mother got when she was horny.

Particularly when she abruptly resumed her dirty talk and managed to be even more filthy than the first time around “Fuck me you beast!” She moaned in a voice loud enough that Jack probably would've heard clear in the kitchen, “Fuck my fucking cunt you animal! Oh God don't you fucking hold back! If I'm not walking funny after you break my pussy you're never gonna fuck my ass again! Do you hear me Henry?! I! WANT! YOUR! COCK!”

Almost certainly in response to her words Santa slammed her down on his dick even harder than before while at the same time thrusting upwards with an impressive amount of force. The resulting slap of his balls against her flesh was the only sound left in the living room as Veronica went completely rigid. A wide eyed, utterly delighted expression lit up her face. Jack couldn't believe how excited and content his mother looked in that moment. Nor could he believe how dumbstruck she appeared in the seconds that followed as the motion was repeated with even more fervor. What had once been a look of pure delight gradually melted into stare that seemed almost pained. If she hadn't started moaning loudly and passionately soon afterwards he honestly might have thought she wasn't enjoying herself. Once she started whimpering and panting in that breathy, high pitched way it was impossible to see her ecstasy as anything other than what it was. Especially as his father's cock was driven mercilessly into her cunt so fast and so hard it was downright intimidating. Even the actors in the various porn films he'd watched couldn't quite match the ferocity on display. At least not while they were holding her fat ass and moving her body at the same time. Both impressed and aroused Jack started jerking off in time with this new, far better rhythm as his own pleasure climbed proportionally. Surprisingly it was actually a little hard to keep up with his mind so engrossed in the spectacle unfolding in front of his eyes. Namely the not so subtle range of emotions and responses his mother went through the longer she continued getting fucked at such an unrelenting pace.

More than once a particularly violent thrust would send a comical look of surprise flitting across her beautiful features. Accompanied by a nice little gush of fluids from her pussy of course. Once it melted into an open mouthed, wide eye stare of pure jubilation that look would continue to degrade until she looked like a rutting animal. Sometimes it went so far she seemed to be losing consciousness as her eyelids fluttered and her body started to go limp. But then his cock would slam into her cunt like it did before and the whole process would begin anew. Jack was so infatuated with that cycle he didn't really notice the myriad of subtle changes that came with every new round or how they slowly but surely built towards her eventual climax. All the little details like her quivering lip or the tears forming in the corners of her eyes totally passed him by. The far more obvious and enjoyable ones like her jiggling ass shaking more with each impact or her toes curling extra hard against her feet were impossible to miss as he stared at her being fucked stupid. Yet even with those elements very much in play he was still taken aback by how violently his mother was shaking and how hard she was grinding against Santa after a few minutes. Undoubtedly because he still had trouble reconciling his view of her as his mom with her as a sexual being. Of course the distraction he experienced in the form of eagerly beating his dick certainly didn't help things much either. Trying to keep pace with the cock hammering his mother's sanity into pieces while at the same time not cumming too fast proved a lot more challenging than he could have expected. How could it not when she looked so amazing getting fucked?

From the way she moved her hips to that incredible gleam in her eyes to how effortlessly she took the kind of pounding that would leave most women catatonic there was no pretending Veronica was anything other than a cock fiend. And for most boys learning that sort of thing about their mother while seeing proof of it might have been emotionally scarring or at least a little strange. It probably should've been. Jack felt nothing but amazement and even a weird sense of pride. Along with an incredible amount of arousal. All this time the sweet, loving woman he'd grown up with was really dick loving sex maniac that liked getting fucked hard and fast. There was something intensely erotic about that juxtaposition and every minute she remained in front of him riding that shaft was another minute he had to realize just how hot it all was. As well as continue furiously jerking off like he'd never jerked off in his life. But if he was having a hard time keeping up when she was just moaning and gasping atop the prick slamming into her pussy a thousand times a minute he had no idea what was waiting in store for him. Because all those subtle little clues and vastly less subtle indications that she was rapidly approaching an orgasm were finally starting to reach their peak. Only upon witnessing all the many signs of her enjoyment taking place at once did Jack realize just how close she was to cumming. A split second before she threw her head back and grunted like a beast in the field he realized how close he was to cumming as well.

At the same time Veronica's eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible her son's hand leapt off his dick in a desperate bid to keep from blowing his load. He very nearly came to regret that choice as his mother let out the kind of genuine, unabridged sounds few women made during sex. A mixture of intensely erotic moans and vastly more guttural throat noises more akin to how a man was expected to sound. It was almost the antithesis of sexy and he actually recoiled a little the first time she made one of those animalistic groans. But after seeing the massive deluge of juices exploding out of her pussy in every direction it could alongside the intense heaving of her gigantic breasts Jack started to see the truth of the matter. What really sealed it was the half lidded, teeth gritting look spread across his mother's face. Looking like she was being electrocuted and loving every moment of he couldn't think of a more sexy look for a woman to have while she was coming. Everything about it was so raw and so genuine he felt sort of embarrassed to be witnessing it in the way that he was. Thankfully that was only a small part of his emotional reaction and the rest of his mind and body were beyond thrilled to witness her o face. Especially when it lasted nearly a full minute and was accompanied by a fountain of sweet smelling juices and some of the most heinous profanity he'd ever heard in his life. By the time she was starting to wind down Jack's cock was ready to explode and there was no way he could start jerking off again. Unless he wanted to cum the moment he did. But that was okay. He still remembered what she'd said earlier and he knew there was a whole lot more to enjoy right around the corner.

He very much underestimated just how close that continuation was though. Not ten seconds after she managed to pull her gaze away from the ceiling and towards the man responsible for her pleasure Santa withdrew his still hard cock. Dripping with pussy juice and twitching like crazy it looked ready to break concrete and Jack couldn't help but feel a little inadequate upon seeing it. Luckily his desire to see his mother getting fucked trumped that moment of self doubt and he managed to keep his eyes on her as she was lowered to floor. Pretty much the instant her feet touched the puddle she'd created her body was turned around and she was lifted right back up again. Only now she was being held in a vastly more compromising fashion. One that inadvertently gave Jack a front row seat to nearly every beautiful, erotic, and sexy part of his mother's body. Save perhaps her fat, spankable ass. As Santa's arms slid beneath her legs his fingers interlocked behind her head in a manner that restrained her arms and held her feet aloft as her body was supported by her knees. His powerfully throbbing cock was pressed not against her well fucked pussy but her as of yet untouched asshole and despite himself Jack let out a little gasp. His whole life he'd always thought women who enjoyed anal sex were especially promiscuous, a belief somewhat further by his judgmental mother, and the thought of his mom taking a cock in the ass was just bizarre. So naturally when she started encouraging that in a very filthy manner he was left staring in amazement at the woman before him.

“Shove that fat cock in my ass baby!” She panted as soon as the tip pushed against her ring, “Tear up my asshole! I don't wanna walk right for a week! I wanna feel what your cock did my tight little hole every time I sit down! Oh fuck baby destroy my slutty hole with that big dick of yours! Ohhhhhhh GOD!”

On command and without any hesitation at all her husband did exactly what she asked and slammed his dick inside her ass way harder than Jack expected. Once again he let out a little gasp as every inch of that cock vanished into her backdoor as easily as it'd slipped inside her pussy. Realizing what that meant and the true depths of how slutty his mother could be he had to resume masturbating. There was no way he could witness and discover such a thing and sit by watching. But rather than trying to match them he just stroked at his own pace and drank in the sight of his mom getting sodomized. Much like the first round her husband started off at a pretty quick pace, his arms lifting her up a good deal before she was dropped right back down to the base. About the only difference was, initially, a lack of thrusting to accompany each movement. Seemingly content to let gravity do most of the work he just hoisted her into the air and let her plummet downwards in a little shower of pussy juice. The sound of their bodies colliding and the sight of her asshole distending and stretching each time he moved her up his shaft was breathtaking. Like some of his favorite pornographic videos coming to life before his eyes. When Santa finally did start thrusting upwards at the same time Veronica really made her pleasure known in every way she could. The most obvious was her passionate and throaty cries of pleasure but the little squirts of fluid spraying from her sloppy cunt were a very close second. And both continued to grow in volume as the rhythm creating them increased.

Seeing his proud, often aggressive mother so completely dominated couldn't have been more strange to Jack. Or more arousing. Like any hormonal teenager with access to the internet he'd seen his fair share of porn and he was all too familiar with the full nelson sex position. But actually witnessing it in person and being used on his mom was downright surreal. He couldn't figure out where to look as a bevy of visual treats were laid out before him. Did he stare at her tits as they bounced and jiggled like crazy with every thrust, the sheer size and weight of them making even earthquakes seem paltry by comparison. Or did he stare at her face and watch as her eyes rolled back in her head while her tongue lolled out of her mouth? But how could he not look at her soaking wet pussy as it gushed all over the floor and her shaking body while a massive cock turned her asshole inside out exactly like she'd talked about earlier? All three options were equally enticing for totally different reasons and the longer she was fucked in that position the more difficult it was for Jack to decide. He tried to enjoy the entire picture as one single, glorious demonstration of how slutty his mother really was. But that was like trying to watch a fireworks show at a rock concert being held in the heart of the sun. Everything was just too amazing for his eyes and no matter what he tried he couldn't keep from focusing on one aspect of her wild sexual display. At least until she started to pant and squeal like a stuck pig as violent shivers wracked her body. Realizing he was about to see his mom cum with a dick in her ass as her body was folded like a pretzel Jack found his focal point and remained there until she was done.

Incorrectly assuming his mother would take another five or so minutes before cumming again Jack was amazed and delighted to find out just how wrong he was. As he stared intently at her sopping wet cunt and wildly quivering asshole his overly hormonal brain could only assume she was a particular slut for taking a cock in the ass. That made the most sense to him and it was the interpretation he found the most enjoyment in as he madly stroked his cock behind that armchair. While the rest of her body shook and tensed in waves her quivering pussy was surprisingly still, almost bizarrely so. It moved in accordance with the large dick turning her asshole inside out with every thrust but otherwise seemed to not really be part of what was going on. Until Veronica let out a powerful groan through her gritted teeth. Then Jack had the pleasure of watched her already parted folds open a bit more as a jet of clear juices arced from her slit like water from a fountain. It streaked through the air almost in slow motion and landed with a splash less than a foot from where he was hiding. Flecks of her arousal actually rained down on his face, hands, and cock. And he just about fainted from the sheer perversity of it.

With the smell of his mother's cum absolutely flooding his mind Jack let go of any restraint he might've been holding on to. While Veronica repeatedly and loudly squirted all over the living room he did much the same, only behind the couch. More cum than he'd ever unleashed exploded out of his cock while his vision darkened and his head spun. Although he did his best to keep his eyes on the reason for his orgasm that was asking a lot of him as he unloaded streaks of warm jizz all over the floor and back of the chair. The incredible sounds of his mother wildly climaxing nearby did a pretty good job of making up for that inability, especially as she continued to spray her fluids all over the place and further cloud his senses in the process. He didn't even have to stroke his dick as the pleasure of it all simply washed over him. After twenty seconds he was finished and the floor was splattered with jizz. But before he could start to worry about the mess he'd made his mother let out a long, satisfied whimper that instantly pulled his attention back to her. It seemed during his momentary distraction Santa had reached the end of his rope as well. That fact wasn't immediately obvious save the intense shudders coursing through her body and the delirious grin she fixed him with after he came to a stop with his cock embedded in her asshole. Of course both of those clues didn't really make sense until he actually pulled out and the evidence of his climax was shown in all its amazingly perverted detail.

In keeping with everything else that'd happened he didn't simply withdraw and reveal the tail end of a nice creampie. That was much too simple. Instead when his dick emerged the sheer size of it along with how tight her asshole apparently was did the unthinkable. Like it was the most normal thing in the world Veronica's asshole distended outwards until her once tightly puckered ring had completely inverted. Where she'd once had a cute, incredibly tasty looking asshole she instead had a swollen red bud like that of a blooming flower. Dripping with cum and hanging several inches from her anus it quivered and tensed in the dim light as though it were alive. The cock that'd pulled her asshole out was completely free of the prolapse it'd caused but the impressive amount of semen that'd been dumped into it was only just beginning to ooze forth. As Veronica shivered and tensed her ravished hole seemed to retract and extend in time with her movements, her body trying and failing to suck her asshole back inside her where it belonged. But every time it pushed out a nice gooey strand of cum would emerge and fall with eye catching slowness down to the floor where it could mix with the jizz and pussy juice already ruining the hard wood. This lasted for what seemed like hours as Jack stared at his mother's utterly ruined hole, his mouth open and his wider than they'd ever been. Despite just cumming his dick was already starting to perk up again and a large part of him was really, really hoping this wouldn't be the end of night.

Sadly that seemed to be the case as his mother was slowly lowered onto the couch in a way that kept her ass and the prolapsed tail that was her asshole quite visible from his vantage point. Watching as it was gradually pushed back inside her while she moaned Jack bit his lip and wondered just how deep into Hell his actions had sent him. He might've crouched there wondering for quite a while had his father not finished restoring his mother's ass to it's original beauty and then moved to crouch beside the couch. When that fluffy red hat suddenly vanished from view their voyeuristic son took his chance at escaping. It probably wasn't the best time to emerge from the darkness and hurriedly crawl across the floor but he couldn't help himself. It didn't matter how quiet everything was or how likely him getting caught was. Leaving at that moment made sense to his sleep deprived, shame filled brain so that's exactly what he did. Being forced to crawl through the remarkable amount of pussy juice his mom had sprayed all over the ground certainly added another layer of strangeness to the whole thing. One he would dwell on all the way through the kitchen and back to the entryway and the damp spots on his pajamas clung to his body. Doing his best not to think about where those fluids had come from and the mental images that knowledge conjured he moved to the second floor as quietly as he could.

At the top of the stairs Jack nearly jumped out of his skin as a sleepy voice asked him, “Can't sleep buddy?”

Turning to see his dad standing in the doorway of the master bedroom he instinctively nodded and replied, “Yeah I was just getting a snack.”

“Great minds think alike,” Henry chuckled, “I was just on my way down for the same thing.”

“Cool . . . I'll see you in the morning Dad!”

“See you in the morning son. Oh and Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!”

Jack walked back towards his room with his heart beating like he'd just run a mile. It wasn't until he was actually in the bedroom shutting the door that he suddenly thought about that little run in with his father in the context of what had taken place downstairs. Confusion gripped him for several seconds as he tried to come up with a rational excuse for how his dad could've gone from the living room to his bedroom so quickly. But there wasn't one. It made absolutely no logical sense whatsoever. Which meant that the guy fucking his mom hadn't been his dad. That alone wasn't really a strange coincidence but something about him had seemed so incredibly off. Why had he been dressed like Santa Claus and why had his mother talked to him with such obvious familiarity? That overly personal and very detailed interaction had been the main reason he assumed it was his dad that she was with. Now that he had pretty much incontrovertible proof that it wasn't Jack was left with more questions than ever. Sitting down on his bed and staring at the wall he ran through every scenario his mind could conjure and yet none of them fit. Just as he was about to throw his hands up in the air and go back down stairs to find the answer regardless of how awkward it might've been he heard something on the roof. Something that sounded an awful lot like footsteps.

“What the hell?” He sprang to his feet and stared up at the ceiling, adrenaline pumping through his body, “Who's on the roof?” As if in answer to his question he heard what sounded unmistakably like the soft jingle of bells. “Hang on . . . that's not . . .” The bells continued to chime for a few more seconds before suddenly stopping and the silence that persisted afterwards was just long enough to make him think he'd imagined it all. But then he heard the sound of snow sliding and crunching beneath something heavy, “What the hell is going on?” Following the sound back to his bed Jack stepped onto the mattress and listened hard to the strange sound. After a few seconds he yanked open the curtains to peer out the window just as large red sleigh skated off the roof, “Holy shit!” He watched with dumbfounded awe as it sailed through the air carried by a menagerie of reindeer before disappearing into the night and leaving him with one, insane conclusion left. “Santa Claus just fucked my mother . . .”