Novel & Cerita I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Meaning

"Why were you crying at the park bench that night?" "Austin got his second Jordan while my gift under the christmas tree was invisable. They didn't get me anything just like the year before and i got upset." He looked at her after snorting laughter. "What is so funny?" She asked "Not getting a gift on christmas is a slap yo the face when you're a kid and you know it." He nodded his head in agreement then shoot another question. "So if you go to the new owners, wouldn't they give you an address or a phone number?"

I feel an arm go round my waist and I'm pulled to sit on Damien's legs. "Now, you Mrs Forrest, has been a very naughty girl lately" he whispers in my ear and I feel a smile creep up on my face. "What are you going to do about it Santa?" I hum. "I might just have a special candy for you to suck on" He smirks and I chuckle before pulling his face for a kiss. His hands go to squeeze my bum making me smile against his kiss. We pull apart grinning, when we noticed a small figure standing by the corner. We both turn to see Roxy looking at us with his eyes wide opened. I bite on my lips. We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. Dad shook his head, a playful smile on his lips. I let out a pout and hopped onto his lap, determined to make one final attempt. "Please, Dad. This is the only time I get to see Santa Claus. I'll die if I don't see him," I declared, dramatically emphasizing my words. "Hush now, sweetie. Stop saying that, you won't die," Dad chuckled, his warm eyes filled with affection. Mom shook her head, unable to contain her laughter at my theatrical display. Her laughter was infectious, spreading a sense of joy throughout the room.

Sarah smiled before going under the tree and grabbing a small box and handing it to me "I want you to open this one before she comes over though." I smiled taking the small package "Thank you." She watched me nervously as I opened the box and I took the small paper reading the delicate cursive to myself.. My Dearest Blair, Watching you grow up and getting to be your mother was the best gift I could've asked for in life. Seeing your face light up as you dragged us into the living room every christmas morning filled my heart with more joy than I can put into words. I remember hearing your little voice yell "ew" when your father and I would kiss under the mistletoe and the three of us would bre

"Together." I could feel the tension radiating from Jaxon as he turned to his mother, his jaw clenching. "Mom," he said then, his tone tight but polite. "Good to see you. His mother stood only a few feet away from us, and she was no less than brilliant in a chafing black dress. Her ice-blue eyes scanned me a moment, then lingered before she turned to Jaxon once more. "I see," she said coolly. "How wonderful. You've decided to make an announcement tonight, then?"

She blinked her eyes expectantly at her last remark. I’d been fed captivating stories about the Santa Claus Ball since I was a baby. It was where my mother and father met twenty-four years ago, after all. But she’d painted so many beautiful scenes in my mind, magical scenes really, of the silver and gold shining off the Christmas garland, the tantalizing smell of hot toddy and pie. She had spoken about how the dazzling shine of the multi-color Christmas lights had felt so alluring that she was sure she was in a dream. And when my dad tapped her on the shoulder and asked her to dance, she’d been entranced by the low tenor of his voice and the gentle way he’d led her in the dance. When they to

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

This time I glared at her. "What does all that mean in four year old language." Mafe asked again. This time Mum beat Bella to answering, "it means when you like someone so much, you want to spend all your time with that person because they make you happy." Mafe frowned stroking her chin. "Don't worry baby you'll understand one day, when you grow up." "Like Santa?" Mafe asked. "I'm I in love with Santa." "Yes!" Mum exclaimed in joy thankfully that she got it in baby terms. "Yes baby you're in love with Santa." Mafe smiled satisfied and going back to her dessert.

But a tiny hand decides to interfere this supposedly romantic scene that we each kiss the hand instead of each other’s lips, which she giggles playfully as I flash a scowl on my face, pretending to be mad about it. “I am going to tell Santa you are already naughty in the morning, we’ll see if you will get something nice next Christmas.” She frowns at the threat, “But I was just kidding.” “I’m not sure if Santa has that kind of sense of humor…” I did not see it coming when she parks her hand behind her mother’s head and pushes it towards my face as the other hand grabs my chin, making our lips collide as she announces, “Santa won’t be mad at me now!”

"I'd rather drown in a pool of my own spit than see my mother, but-" "But... it's Christmas." Marc walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her from the side before kissing the top of her head. "We're not staying long, but we want to see everyone." He turned his attention to Kari. "We'll probably be with Momma on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning."