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I Saw Mommy Texting Santa Claus

It was something I’d said I would never, ever do, but I did it anyway. I’d lost my job and my husband, but I still had my boy. I had a five-year-old Corolla and exactly $139.48 in the bank. I had nowhere to go so not being able to pay the next month’s rent, there was only one thing I could do. As much as I didn’t want to do it, I was going to have to move back in with mom.

“Hey, mom,” I said when me and Justin finally arrived. “We made it.”

“I can see that,” mom said.

“Look, mom. I really appreciate this.”

Mom was so cool about it. “I know, honey,” she said. “I know. This sort of thing happens, and when it does, well you do the best you can. Right?”

Like I said, cool. Cooler than I’d thought she’d be, actually. “I know,” I told her. “These things happen. I just never thought they were going to happen to me.”

“We never do,” mom said. “We never do.”

That was mom. Plenty of soothing words without saying a whole lot. She was fifty-four and with dad gone, she was alone, and I thought she might appreciate having someone there in the house with her.

“Your room is pretty much just the way you left it,” mom told me. “For now, at least, I figured Justin could sleep on the couch and we can figure out more permanent arrangements later if needed.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Think nothing of it,” mom told me.

I turned to my son. “Justin, what do you say to your grandmother?”

Justin managed to pull his face our of his video game just long enough to look up at us. “Hi,” he said, and then his face was back again in his game.

“He seems preoccupied,” mom said.

“Oh, he is. It’s a new game that he downloaded the other day. It’s called ‘Text Santa.’ Don’t ask me how it works, but all the kids are doing it now. You write a message in your cell phone and you get a message back.”

“Are you sure you can afford something like that?” mom asked with a sniff.

“Come on, mom. It was a free download.”

“Well, he certainly seems interested in it.”

“I know,” I agreed. “He hasn’t put it down since we got it.”

I suppose maybe that should been my first clue. I mean I hadn’t really thought about it until mom mentioned it and Justin is a good kid and all that, but he is a teenager and sometimes, he’s got the attention span of a flea, a very distracted flea. Maybe that’s why I didn’t get it. Maybe I liked thinking that there was something out there that could hold his attention.

Like I said. Maybe that should have been my first clue.

* * *

Justin’s a good kid but he’s always been a bit of a slob so I guess it was only a matter of tome before mom was going to find his phone lying around somewhere.

I found mom that day in the kitchen. I didn’t know what she was doing at first but I was about to find out.

Mom looked up when she saw me. “Cathy,” she said. “I ... how long have you been standing there?”

She was hiding something. It was a weird thing being on this side of things because for the longest time, it was always me hiding something from her but now, I was a mom, too, and I knew she was hiding something. “What are you hiding, mom?”

“Nothing.”

Yeah right. “What’s up, mom?”

“N-nothing.”

“What have you got there, mom?”

“Got where?”

“In your hand. Is that ... is that Justin’s phone?”

“I ... I guess it is.”

“What are you doing with that, mom?”

“I was just ... I was just looking at it.”

“Come on, mom. Hand it over.”

Mom kind of held back and I got this weird feeling of deja vu like I’d been here before, but that was when mom handed it over.

“What were you looking at?”

“Nothing,” mom said. “It was nothing,” and with that, mom got up and walked away.

Of course, it was her house so mom could do whatever she wanted, and to be honest, I hardly gave it another thought. Sure, it was a little weird but mom always had been the kind to snoop around and pry and to tell the truth, it wasn’t like my hands were completely clean as far as that went, so I didn’t give it another thought.

That, most likely should have been my second clue.

* * *

The next couple of days was me getting used to my new situation. I was back again but I wasn’t the teenage girl I’d been when I’d left. I had responsibilities. Hell, I had a kid, so the next few days were me trying to get used to where I now was.

Looking for a job sucked. Actually, the looking was okay. It was the finding part that sucked but I knew I had to find something.

I finally got a part time job at Leander’s hardware store. It wasn’t much but at least it was something and I needed that. It was the first day of the job when I came home to find mom playing with Justin’s phone again.

She tried to hide what she was doing but so intent was she on what she was doing that she seemed to not even know I was there. “Aren’t you a little old to be sending text messages to Santa Claus?” I asked.

Mom looked up but she knew she’d been caught. “I was just ... I was just looking at it.”

“You were just looking at it?” I asked.

“Do you know it can respond to whatever you write?”

“What do you mean?”

“Write in anything and it responds back with a coherent message. It even seems to know that I’m me and not Justin.”

“It’s just a game, mom.”

“Yeah, I guess, but I could sense the doubt in her voice. “How’d your first day on the job go?”

“Pretty good,” I told her. “Nothing definite but they said they might be able to hold on to me after the Christmas season is over.”

“Hey, that’s cool.”

“Cool? Did you just say cool?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Mom, I’ve never, ever heard you say the word ‘cool.’”

“Oh, I guess I’m just trying to be more hip with you youngsters here in the house.”

I had to laugh at that. Now that sounded more like the mom I knew.

It was the next day and I coming home from work. I was feeling pretty good, like good productive, you know. I was earning money again and I had the feeling that I was definitely on my way.

I let myself in through the back door and I put my purse on the bar. “I’m home,” I called out as I went in search of my mom. I found her but it was hardly where I would have expected to find her.

Mom was on a couch in the living room and she was wearing a negligee. One hand was stroking herself between her legs even as she looked at something in her other hand.

I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there and watched to see what would happen next.

I could tell now that mom was typing something on a keyboard even as she continued to stroke herself. “I ... I’ve ... been good,” she said as if sounding out each word that was being punched in. “I ... promise.”

She was waiting for a response and that’s when I heard a ding.

Mom chuckled when she read the response. “Oh Santa,” she moaned. “You’re so bad.”

“Mom,” I said. “What’s going on here?”

I saw her jump and I’m sure she had no idea I was there until that very moment. “Cathy,” she said guiltily. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough, mom. What’s going on here?”

“I was ... nothing.”

“Is that Justin’s phone?” I asked.

She looked at the device in her hand. “I guess it is,” she admitted.

“Hand it over, mom.”

She looked stubbornly defiant before she finally let me have the phone, but once she’d let go of it, she seemed to straighten up and I seemed to see my mom, and I mean really see my mom again. “I guess I better get started on dinner, don’t you think?”

I should have known it wasn’t going to be as simple as that. Mom was like me or maybe it would be more right to say I was like her. I should have known she’d never give it up that easily.

* * *

Mom was changing. I know that now but I just didn’t see that then. Oh sure, she had more energy, I could see that, but I thought that was just having me and Justin around.

It wasn’t that, of course. If it were, there’d be no point in writing it down but mom was definitely changing.

Later that day after I’d taken the phone away from mom, Justin came to me and he asked me if I’d seen his phone and I, of course, asked him what I always asked him. “Do you remember where it was when you had it last?”

“If I could remember that, I wouldn’t have to ask you,” he grumbled.

“Hey,” I told him. “Don’t get sassy with me, young man.”

“Sorry,” he grumbled.

“You don’t sound sorry,” I told him.

“I’m just looking for my phone.”

To tell the truth, I’d had every intention of giving him his phone back until that very moment but I decided that this would be a good time for him to start learning to take care of his things. “I suppose you better look for it then,” I told him even though I knew his phone was still buried in my purse.

He didn’t find it, of course. Justin’s really a good kid, and I knew he’d never go through my purse so I knew he wasn’t going to find his phone. I figured I’d make him look for it for a day or two and then I’d let him “find” it somewhere and then everything would be fine.

Like I said though, mom was changing and as soon as I noticed that, I completely forgot about Justin’s phone.

Me and mom, we’ve always had dark, brown hair. It kind of runs in the family. All of the women in our family have almost exactly the same color hair, but mom’s hair wasn’t as dark as it had been before. “Mom,” I asked her, “are you coloring your hair?”

“What, me?” she asked. “No way.”

“But your hair, it’s lighter than mine.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “This is the same color my hair’s always been.”

“No, it’s not.”

But mom was insistent. Her hair hadn’t changed, she told me. I must be mistaken.

I shook my head. I knew I wasn’t mistaken but the way I had it figured, if she didn’t want to admit the truth, then fine, that was up to her. She could do what she wanted. It just goes to show just how wrong a person can be.

* * *

Her hair wasn’t the only thing that was changing. I came home a couple of days later expecting to find mom there in the house but when I looked, she wasn’t there.

I looked in the kitchen. No mom.

I looked in the den. No mom.

I looked in the living room. Still no mom.

And she wasn’t in the laundry room, either. Hardly surprising, I thought, but not the norm either. Usually, she was home when I got home. Still, just to be complete, I went back to where the bedrooms were.

Mom wasn’t in her office which left only one place for her to be ...

“Yes, Santa,” I heard my mom’s voice only it wasn’t her voice exactly. It seemed off somehow, but I was sure it was her. “I’m playing with my pussy right now.”

There was a pause as if mom were waiting for something and then I thought I heard a ding.

“Yes, Santa,” I heard my mom say. “My pussy is so wet. Can I fuck my pussy ple-e-e-e-ease.”

Again, there was a pause followed by a ding.

“Oh thank you, Santa. Thank you.”

I knew what had to have happened. I started rooting around in my purse even as I listened to what my mom was saying.

“Oh, Santa,” I heard my mom moan.

Just as I expected, Justin’s phone was gone. Mom had taken it out of my purse and it was obvious what she was doing. She was playing the Text Santa game again.

I heard another ding.

“Yes, Santa,” my mom said. “One finger, just like you said.”

Another ding.

“Yes, Santa,” my mom moaned. “My pussy is tight, just like you said it would be.”

Another pause and then another ding.

“Oh thank you, Santa. Thank you. I do want to cum. Thank you, Santa.”

I couldn’t help but stand outside her door and listen. I knew what my mom was doing. It was disgusting and yet, I couldn’t turn away. I had to listen.

“I’m going to cum, Santa.”

There was another ding, and then another.

“I will, Santa,” my mom promised. “I will. I’m going to cum hard, Santa.”

Another ding.

“I’m cumming,” I heard my mom cry out. “I’m cumming for you, Santa.”

I couldn’t believe it. This was my mom and the game she was playing, this was the same one my son had been playing. Oh yeah, I was so going to take that game away from him forever.

“I’m cumming,” my mom cried again. “I’m cumming.”

I decided to withdraw. I mean, hey, the last thing a mom needs is to have her daughter catching her getting herself off. I mean, hey, if I had a daughter, I wouldn’t want her catching me doing what my mom was doing but the last thing I heard before I pulled back was a ding and then my mom.

“I will, Santa,” my mom promised. “You can count on me.”

I went back to the kitchen and I opened a bottle of wine. I poured myself a glass and I wondered how long it was going to take before my mom finally showed up.

I’d had it pegged at about fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer, unless of course, ‘Santa’ had mom do herself again and as far as that went, I had that pegged just about right, but anything that I might have been about to say disappeared the moment I saw my mom.

“Mom,” I said.

“What?”

“Mom. You’re blond.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So what the hell happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mom. You weren’t blond this morning. What happened?”

I swear to God mom had this totally blank look on her face like she didn’t understand a word I was saying. “Honey, I don’t understand.”

I shook my head. She had to get it, but as weird as that was, there was something else that was even weirder. “Mom, are you wearing a Wonderbra?”

“A Wonderbra?”

“Your breasts, mom. They’re huge. What the hell are you doing? Are you wearing a Wonderbra or something?”

Mom looked as confused as she had before. “Honey, I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand, mom?”

“Honey, I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m not,” she said.

I took another drink from my wine. “Come on, mom. Stop it.”

And that’s when mom did something I wouldn’t have ever expected her to do. She lifted up her top and she showed me her tits, and you know what? She was right. Her tits were big and full and firm and mom definitely wasn’t wearing a bra.

* * *

I didn’t take the cell phone away that day. To tell the truth, I was so surprised with the way mom looked that I was too startled to do anything at all.

And as weird as all that was, imagine what it was like to have a thirteen-year-old son with raging hormones in the house. I knew what he was thinking because he didn’t even have the decency to hide what he was doing. The kid was actually ogling his grandmother for chrissakes and the worst part about it was that mom actually seemed to like it.

“Would you guys knock it off,” I finally had to tell them.

“Knock what off,” mom said.

“Yeah,” Justin said. “Knock what off?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” I told the two of them. “You, you stop looking at your grandmother that way, and you, you stop egging him on.”

“I’m not trying to egg him on,” mom said.

“Yeah,” Justin agreed.

“I don’t want to hear any of it,” I told the two of them. “I just want it to stop.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Justin said.

“Me neither,” mom agreed. “I’m not doing anything.”

“I don’t care,” I told them. “I just want it to stop.”

* * *

It didn’t stop, of course.

Over the next few days, it was clear that mom was getting younger. If I had to guess, I’d have said she had the body of a twenty-year-old.

Mom didn’t even bother to hide what she was doing anymore. She almost seemed to like having an audience. She’d haul Justin’s cell phone out and she’d masturbate right there in front of me.

One of the things I noticed was she wasn’t using the keyboard anymore. She said she didn’t have to. She said whatever she said magically appeared. I wasn’t sure I believed that. After all, mom had become ... well, let’s just say mom wasn’t as smart as she had been before.

One time, mom was using the phone when I came home from work and from the way she was moaning, she was already a good ways gone. That’s when I heard the phone ding.

Mom looked at the phone. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Yeah, she’s here now.”

Another ding.

“I don’t know,” mom responded as her fingers rubbed her pussy. “I don’t know if she’s watching me.”

Another ding.

“Yes, of course, Santa.” Mom was moaning really hard now. “C-c-cathy,” she moaned.

“What, mom?” I said with disgust.

“Santa says you should watch me.”

“I don’t want to watch,” I said although that was exactly what I was doing.

Another ding and mom looked at the phone.

“Santa says you should watch,” mom said.

“Why?”

There was yet another ding and mom looked at the screen.

“Because Santa says you’re next.”

“W-w-what?”

“Santa says you’re next,” and with that, my mom started to cum.

I’m not sure why that scared me as much as it did but the truth was it did scare me. I mean, sure, something had happened to mom and I was worried about her. Who wouldn’t be, but I thought it was like a female mid-life crisis or something. Whatever it was though, it wasn’t going to happen to me.

But as much as I tried to convince myself of that, I was scared. I admit it. I was scared so when my mom said that, I left her there to finish herself off all by herself.

* * *

Mom was totally clueless.

Okay, it’s not like that’s something that’s totally new. I mean, mom’s been clueless before, usually about me or what I liked to wear or about my friends or which boys I liked in school, but that was normal stuff. Now, it seemed as if mom was clueless about everything.

She came into the hardware store where I worked and for a moment, I thought Mr. Leander was going to see her. Almost as quickly as that thought entered my head, I realized it didn’t matter. Mom now was a busty, little teenager. It didn’t matter that she didn’t seem to have a brain in her head anymore since it was unlikely anyone would ever be able to recognize her as my mom.

She winked at me and then she went up to Todd Whelan. “Hi,” she said. “Do you work here?”

I groaned. It was obvious that Todd worked here.

“I think I need some help,” mom said.

“Doing what?” Todd asked.

“I think I need to get pounded.”

“What’d you say.”

“Oopsy. That didn’t come out right. What I meant was I need to pound some nails.”

“You need to pound some nails?”

Mom nodded. “I need to get nailed really bad.”

Oh God. Mom wasn’t just a bimbo. She was a bimbo slut.

“You need to get nailed?” Todd asked.

“Oh. That didn’t come out right either. I need to hang a picture.”

“You need to hang a picture?”

“I need it to be well hung.”

“Well hung?”

“Oopsy. Did I say that, too? I seem to be making all kinds of mistakes.”

“It’s okay,” Todd said.

“What I need is a big, strong man to help me out. Are you a ... big ... man?”

God, mom, I thought. He’s not stupid. He’s not going to fall for anything as blatant as that.

“I don’t know,” Todd said.

Mom let her hand slide around his waist. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out for sure.”

“One way?”

Mom stood on her tiptoes and she whispered something in Todd’s ear. “It’s up to you,” she said, and with that, she turned and left.

I couldn’t help but wonder what mom had said to Todd but as far as he knew, I had no reason to ask and I didn’t want to let on that the ditzy blond who’d been coming on to him was actually my mother so even though I wanted to ask, I kept my mouth shut.

Why had she come in here, I wondered. In fact, that thought pretty much kept me busy all day long. Mom knew where I worked so why had she come here.

It’s too bad that thinking about something doesn’t just give you the answer but the truth was I was no closer to figuring that out by the time I got off work but I was sure that there definitely was a reason. There had to be a reason.

I knew almost from the moment that I stepped into the house that mom was not alone. The sounds of her moans were an indication that she was enjoying herself but the sound of some decidedly male groans were the obvious indicator that she wasn’t alone.

“Oh yeah,” I heard mom moaning. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. I know you want to do it. Fuck me.”

The man, whoever it was, had groaned anew and I had every reason to believe that he’d done exactly what my mom had asked him to do.

“Oh my. You are big. Do you like my tits. I’ll bet you do. I saw you staring at them earlier.”

“Yeah.”

I knew that voice, I told myself.

“I know you like them,” mom said. “Do you want to fuck them? Do you want to fuck my tits?”

“Yeah.”

Oh my God. It was Todd Whelan.

“Come on. I want you to do it. I want you fuck my tits.”

I didn’t really think that Todd wasn’t doing it. In fact, I think he was doing whatever mom wanted him to do.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“I know it does and you know what else?”

“I know you want to cum.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to do it? Are you going to cum on my tits?”

The kid didn’t have to answer at least not with words because his groans pretty much answered that question.

“Look at you,” I heard my mom gush. “Look at you. You’re cumming all over my tits.”

“Yeah.”

Todd wasn’t much of a talker.

I stayed where I was, out of sight as my mom gushed and cooed over Todd. I listened as she urged him to fuck her again and I listened and waited as Todd did exactly that.

Mom finally let Todd out and only then did she come into the kitchen where I was waiting for her. She was still naked and she still had some of Todd’s cum on her. “Cathy,” she said. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Liar.”

“Okay, maybe I did know a little.”

“You knew,” I said. “You set this up.”

“Not me,” mom said. “Him.”

“Him? Him who?”

“You know who.”

From somewhere, mom had produced Justin’s phone. “Say hello, Cathy.”

I shook my head.

“Say hello,” mom said again.

I shook my head. This was wrong, I told myself. I didn’t know what this game had done to my mom, but whatever it was, it wasn’t going to do it to me.

“Say hello,” mom said again, and for a moment there, I heard her old voice, the one that I couldn’t ignore.

“Hello.”

I hadn’t meant to say it. I just had and now my greeting was forming on the screen and it was being sent to who knew where.

And then there was a response coming in and I heard the phone ding. “Hello, Cathy,” I read. “It’s good to meet you at last.”

I could feel a kind of euphoria envelop me. I felt good. I felt happy. I felt like I was where I needed to be.

“Hello, Santa.”

A ding from the phone. “You and I have lots to talk about.”

I knew my mom was unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down. I could feel her slipping her hand inside my panties and then she was pulling my panties down and I couldn’t help but moan.

Another ding from the phone. “Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes, Santa.”

Another ding. “Good. Is your mother playing with your pussy?”

“Yes, Santa.”

And yet another ding. “Good. Then we can begin. Soon, you’ll be just like your mother.”

Standing there as I was, with my mother’s fingers between my legs, and looking at the phone in front of me, I said the only words I could think of to say. I said them and I meant them. “Thank you, Santa,” and that’s when I knew I was going to be just like my mom.