As I walked into the crowded neighborhood Christmas party, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through me. I was wearing my “Dirty Mommy” t-shirt, proudly displaying my love for all things naughty.

I made my way over to the bar and ordered a drink, scanning the room for any sign of excitement. That’s when I saw him – Santa Claus himself, perched on his throne beneath the towering Christmas tree.

I couldn’t resist. I sauntered over to him, a seductive smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“Ho ho ho,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “What can I do for you, Dirty Mommy?”

I climbed onto his lap, feeling his body grow tense beneath me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.

“I want to do something very, very naughty,” I said.

Without a word, Santa stood up, taking me with him. He led me behind the tree, his hands groping my body as we went.

When we reached our destination, he pushed me up against the wall and yanked my pants down. I moaned as he entered me, my body trembling with pleasure.

As we moved together, I heard giggles and whispers coming from nearby. I opened my eyes to see a group of tiny elves, their mouths agape as they watched us.

But I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and let myself be swept away by the moment, the dirty, graphic, and utterly sinful pleasure of it all.

When it was over, I pulled up my pants and sauntered back to the party, a satisfied grin on my face. I had just had one of the naughtiest Christmas encounter of my life, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.