I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

When I was about eight, my mother passed away just before Christmas. Even as a young as I was, I understood the devastation my father tried to hide from me. It was tradition that Dad would dress up as Santa and placed gifts under the well decorated tree while my mother and I hid behind a couch. We would watch and giggle as my well-padded Dad moved about the living room. When he was done, he'd sit in the big leather wingback chair and eat the cookies and (I'm pretty sure it was spiked) eggnog we left out for him.

He never really told me how they met but she was a real beauty; high maintenance, arm candy for sure. Krystal was a tall, big haired blond with big boobs. She had a young, sexy curved body with nice long legs. Dad did well to keep her happy since Krystal was way out of his league.

For me, I was a bit of a tech geek. When I was old enough, I started working at a resto-bar as a busboy. It was there I learn of CC surveillance. The owner would watch the comings and goings on in his bar from the comfort of his office. I asked him a lot of questions regarding types of cameras, locations, monitors, everything to do with spying.

I was working towards saving up enough to attend university and with some overtime and a bonus from my boss, I managed to save extra spending money. I started minimally. I bought an inexpensive, mini camera. When connected via Bluetooth to my laptop, I would be able to watch from the privacy of my bedroom. So when Dad and Krystal were out one day, I hid the camera in their closet and aimed it so I could see the entire room.

I watched her dry her bounty of hair while she sat at her dresser. My dick was already put and hard in anticipation. When she finished doing her hair and make-up, Krystal stood up letting her towel fall to the floor.

Krystal stepped into a red hot, micro g-string that would barely cover her shaven pussy. I know it was tiny from my rummaging through her panty drawers. Her bra was also a matching red hot. The cups were low cut and after she adjusted her boobs into a perfect cleavage, allowed her perfect nipples to remain exposed. From my previous recons and the lack of pantyhose, I knew Krystal only wore stockings. She hooked a garter belt around her waist and pulled on some black stockings to attach to the four dangling straps.

"Is she going to do what I think she's going to do?" I thought to myself. My hand wanking my wang.

"What the fuck?" I cursed with hard on in hand. I realized the battery died. "Shit! I forgot to recharge the camera!"

My white, creamy jizz spurted out uncontrollably as I came hard; really hard. It went everywhere: on my laptop; on my chest; over my jeans. The rest dribbled over my hand.

"Hi. It's Krystal." The door cracked open. "Is it okay to come in?"

"We're about to go out so just wanted to say good night in case you go out or go to bed." Krystal informed me. She took a suspicious sniff. "Come give me a hug!"

"What's on your chin? Looks like you missed some..." She asked as her finger wiped it away. She sniffed at it and then licked it off her finger. Krystal suppressed a grin. As she kissed me on the cheek, she told me. "Good night!"

When I found out Krystal and Dad were expecting, I was very happy for them as I knew Krystal wanted a child of her own. My sister Amber was born, July 1. When Christmas came around that first year, Dad revived his Santa role. Krystal, Amber and I hid behind the couch and watched as Santa Dad placed presents under the Christmas tree.

Finally, after a couple of years, I had saved enough to pay for University on my own. I didn't want Dad to carry any of my burden although he did help as much as he could. I went to Uni outside of the city but usually was able to get home for the holidays during the year. To augment my savings, I found a bartending job at a local watering hole. Money was decent and I continued to buy some other spy stuff so I could watch what was going on at home when I wasn't working. I was able to see my sister and her mother play together but more importantly see my step-mother naked or watch her getting fuck by my Dad.

"Oh that's okay. I know you need the money and I wish I could help out more." Dad sympathised with me.

It was almost 8:45 when I was back at my place. I booted up my PC while taking off my winter coat and changing into some baggy sweats. The camera pointed at the usual beautiful tree with the lack of presents beneath told me that I hadn't missed anything. The active camera picked up the sound of a phone ringing.

"What's wrong?" Asked Krystal. She was dressed in her nightgown. It was open enough to see she wore her flimsy baby doll beneath along with her stockings and garters.

"Now? What about Santa?" Krystal strangely asked. "Amber is so looking forward to it."

I thought nothing untoward him leaving and chuckled to myself. "Dad always made an excuse to leave before Santa came."

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf. And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work. And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. (*)

I smiled as Santa ate the cookies and gulped the spiked eggnog before pretending to disappear. Krystal and Amber emerged from their blind. She gave Amber a big hug before putting her down to bed. Back in the living room, Santa reappeared and sat in the big leather wingback. Krystal returned with a couple of more cups of eggnog, handed Santa a cup and sat on his lap. She no longer wore her nightgown and only her negligee. I always figure this is what the two of them did after they put me down.


After my mother's death, Dad continued to play Santa as I hid alone behind the couch. As I got older the tradition sadly stopped. That is until Dad got remarried.

Although I was in my teens and not really hers, Krystal always treated me well. Almost as if I WERE her own. And for that, I loved her back. Maybe too much. I often spied on her as she dressed or undressed. I'm sure she knew but never said anything to me or as far as I know to Dad.

It was a while but he finally trusted me enough to show me that he had a hidden camera in the woman's bathroom. We'd watch different ladies come in and either pull up their skirts or pull down their pants to pee. We would both groan "Uggg!" when some not so attractive female came in but we watched anyways.

When Dad and Krystal would go out (which was almost every weekend), I watched Krystal get ready. She was just finishing her shower when I flipped on the video. She had a towel wrapped around her head in a turban with another towel wrapped around her body and tucked in at her boobs. The towel was big and fluffy but short. It just covered her bum.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed to myself not too loudly as I stroked myself. "Holy shit! She's so fucking hot!"

Dad entered the bedroom. He stood there and looked at Krystal in stunned awe. He spoke but I had no mike so I had no idea what he said. "Shit! I need to get sound!" Krystal slinked over and gave him a hot, passionate kiss. She dropped to her knees and opened his pants.

Krystal took handfuls of Dad's ass and pulled him towards her open mouth. She closed her lips around the crown and... BLACK!

With little choice still needing satisfaction, I closed my eyes and beat off while imagining Krystal on her knees; sucking cock... my cock. I was getting close and beating off harder and harder. "Yes, that's it Krystal. Suck me! Suck my cock! I'm going to cum down your throat!"

After I recovered, I immediately started looking for my next purchase. One with an extended battery life and sound. I wasn't sure how long I was looking but there was rapping on my door. "Knock! Knock!"

"Yes!" I answered back making sure to hide my screen and ensuring all the evidence of my jerking off was gone. When she entered, I felt a resurgence in my sweatpants. My bulge started to grow as I observed my Step-Mom. She was dressed to the nines in a red satin cocktail dress that hemmed was well above her knees.

I knew it would be difficult to get up without her noticing my tent, but she moved to me first and held out her arms. When I stood up and hugged her, I felt my erection press against her as I'm sure she felt it too. To her credit, she didn't say anything.

It took a bit of time but with all my spare money I earned, I ended up getting some higher end equipment. Mini, hi-def cameras that would pick up sound as well as built-in solar charging that would juice up the battery with just ambient light. I could also control the zoom lens from my laptop which of course I had to upgrade to get full benefit of my new purchase.

Later that night, I watched as Krystal and Dad made out in the privacy of their bedroom.

That Christmas however, I was unable to get home since I got scheduled to work the afternoon of Xmas eve and Boxing Day. I called my Dad. "Yeah. I know it blows I can't be home for Christmas, Dad. The extra pay was too good and the same goes for New Year's Eve."

The bar closed down around five for the day on Christmas Eve. The boss insisted we all stay for a quick drink and some nibbles before we all left. I was anxious to get back to watch the on-goings at my Dad and Krystal's home knowing Dad would do the Santa shtick.

"Hello?" Dad answered. A long pause. "Are you serious? It's Christmas Eve... Really? Shit!"

"There's an emergency at the office." Dad truly seemed seethed. "That was the alarm company calling to say the alarm went off. I need to go and see."

"Sorry, Hun. I've got no choice. Ted will be on his way there too." Dad kissed Krystal and left.

He'd have to change and I knew it would be about a half hour before the show started. I got a beer from the fridge and made myself comfortable. But only ten minutes later, I heard some stirring about. I started recording. Krystal and Amber were hiding behind the couch when in came Dad dressed in a red suit. I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were tarnished with ashes and soot.

*Adapted freely from "'Twas the night before Christmas" Written by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston Jr. whoever wants the credit.

Santa put down his cup and with his white gloved hand, squeezed Krystal's breast. Krystal responded by wrapping an arm around his neck and giving him a long wet kiss. I zoomed in more to watch her stick her tongue into his mouth as she sucked face. Santa slipped the shoulder straps off of her and pulled it down to fondle her bare boobs. She squealed as he tweaked her hard nipples. He dropped his hand down and fingered her cunt. Krystal's head jolted backwards as a loud "Ah!" came from her mouth as she shuddered and instantly came.