Mother Hubbard

Santa pulled his sled up onto the roof of a ratty, run-down, house. "I've got a special interest in this house," Santa told me as we slide down the chimney.

The inside of the house was a surprize; even though the occupants were poor, it was spotlessly clean. A tiny, tree stood decorated with home-made ornaments.

"Sara, the woman who lives here," Santa began as we unloaded a huge bag of toys, "has three little kids. Her husband ran off two years ago when the youngest was born. Then her sister and her husband, who had two kids of their own, got killed in a robbery. So now Sara has five kids between two and six to care for. Her ex-husband doesn't kick in a dime. She does alright - feeds them and keeps them clean and clothed, but there is nothing for her. Tonight we going to change that!"

After SAnta had finished putting the toys under the tree, he took out an envelope and stuck it in Sara's stocking. "It's a lottery ticket," Santa explained. "It's not the grand prize, but it will win about two hundred thousand."

"Holy crap!" a startled voice rang out from the doorway. A young woman, no more than 30, with short blonde hair stood watching us. She was wearing a long white T-shirt and clearly nothing else. I could see her pink nipples through the thin fabric.

"Hello, Sara," Santa spoke softly, "you've been really good and I've got something special for you this year."

"Santa! I almost gave up believing!" she walked closer. She marveled at the pile of presents under the tree. "So many toys; it's a miracle! I just can't believe it!" Sara dropped down onto the sagging couch. As she sunk into the cushions, her bare pussy was exposed - a cute pink slit with just a tiny patch of blonde fuzz above it. My cock began to throb. I looked over at Santa; he had seen the same thing and his cock was bulging in his red suit.