Kissing Santa to become Mommy (Selena Gomez)

[Thehouseofweird]

“You sure?” She was asked in a hushed whisper, both of them standing in a crowd of people waiting patiently.

“If not for my own curiosity why not for the fun of it?” She replied.

Selena Gomez stood in line with a friend for Santa. The mall was packed with evening shoppers, and most of the children were gone and home eating dinner, yet she wanted to be there before he left for the day. The rope cut off more people behind her, and as the last kid, before her was sent off, she stepped forward while her friend took to the side.

“Well hello there young lady.” Santa addressed her, his uniform worn a little, his beard cheap but believable, and his breath smelling of black coffee, accepting Selena as she sat on his lap. “Have you been a good girl this year?” He said with a smirk, happy it wasn’t a kid for the first time that day.

“More than good Santa.” Selena teased. “And I know the drill with you.”

“Oh?” he asked staying in character.

“I know you report to Santa while he’s working making the toys.” She leaned in keeping the illusion as a small family walked by. “So I need you to relay a message to the big guy for me.”

“Oh certainly!” Santa laughed, happy to have her there. “What would you like for Christmas?”

Selena leaned in and whispered into his ear, only him knowing what she said. Santa looked at the actress and with a nod, he smiled and let out a ho ho ho. “I’m sure he can help with that in some form or another dear.” He told her, Selena getting off his lap. “Merry Christmas young lady!”

“Merry Christmas Santa!” Selena called out to him before she left, the Elf handing her and her friend candy canes as they walked away.

“So what did you ask for?” her friend asked her.

“I’ll let you know on Christmas if I get it,” Selena told her, unwrapping her candy cane to enjoy it.

6 days passed since she spoke to ‘Santa’, Christmas Eve dawned upon them and Selena lay in her large bed unable to sleep. Even with them having a party and staying up till 1 AM, falling asleep when it was Christmas day, she still had doubts if her wish would come true. Her fiance, passed out on the bed wrapped in blankets that made him look like a burrito, Selena thought he looked cute when all bundled up, another reason why she said yes just a few weeks ago. Her ring on the nightstand, along with her phone, she got up out of bed and without either went downstairs.

Selena was dressed for bed in white pajamas, covered in images of gingerbread men. Thick wool socks on her feet, wrapping a thin blanket around her like a cloak. The lower floor of her home was dimly lit by lights in the kitchen, strings of lights in the halls, and the Christmas tree in the living room, the TV showing a fireplace video on loop, for she had no real fireplace and wanted the feel of it come morning. Presents were neatly sorted in front of the tree, some for her, others for him, and the rest for the family. Selena did not see the one present she wanted, yet it wasn’t one she could gift wrap.

She sat on the couch, just enjoying the tree lights and the darkness of the night sky that pierced through her windows. The L.A. smog blocked most stars that night. Silently enjoying this timeless night, before hearing a faint wind howl through her house. The air felt chilly, Selena wrapping the blanket ever tighter,  with sleighbells ringing in the distance above, swearing a snowflake drifted down onto her nose. She stood up, looking about the house, wondering if she was right, her idea was suddenly validated with a simple ‘ho ho ho’. Turned to see by the tree the big man himself.

Santa was almost exactly what she had imagined him to be. Standing 6 feet tall, thick winter boots, the darker red suit dampened in melted snow and soot from the chimneys, with little patches and tears over matted down fabric with its nearly 300 years of use in that outfit alone. His white whiskers were long and curly, trimmed ever so slightly to keep it even across his face, more so for his upper lip to keep a clear image. Belly ever large and his hat seeming newer than the rest of his clothes, he sat his large red sack down beside the tree as he caught the girl’s attention.

“I was hoping you would sneak yourself over here.” Santa chuckled.

“It is you!” Selena shouted, cupping her mouth with her hand realizing how loud she was.

“Oh don’t fret over your voice.” Santa waved his fingers in the air. “Time has somewhat stopped, we can be as loud as we want.” He let out a loud laugh showing his point, Selena smiling seeing him there.

“So you got my message?” She asked about the mall Santa she spoke to almost a week ago.

“That I did.” Santa’s white-gloved hand reached into his pocket, pulling out two cookies he had taken from a previous house hours ago, offering one to Selena, who was happy to eat a homemade cookie with Santa Claus. “You asked for something quite different than most.”

“Oh, I’m sure you got a few before.” Selena nibbled on the cookie, tasting the colored sugar that melted slightly into the top layer.

“Well to some degree, yes.” Santa sat down on the couch, brushing his pants to keep from getting soot over the furniture. “It’s mostly young boys and girls making the occasional request to have a little sibling for Christmas. Whereas you, my dear…”

“Asked for myself to have a baby,” Selena told him her wish.

“Now I don’t pry with me knowing whose been good and whose been bad but you are familiar with where babies come from yes?” Santa patted his lap, Selena taking the nonverbal command to put her blanket down and sit on his lap. This time on the lap of the real Santa.

“Yes but sadly due to my medical issues, I do seem to be…physically unfit for having a child.” Selena sat somberly. Her body was never quite the same after her battle with lupus 11 years ago, medications, and other mental disorders, made the option of pregnancy less viable, and yet she craved it, the feeling of being a mother to her own flesh and blood, with no insult to adoption or foster care, but yearned for that desire to become pregnant, more so in a way after being told pregnancy would not be an option.

“So what is it are you looking for?” Santa asked her.

“To be able to have a child. Just the one, I don’t need  a whole flock, but with the safety of being delivered a healthy baby, no complications.” Selena wrapped her arms around him, holding her up.

“I would assume the father would be upstairs?” Santa asked her.

“A hope yes, but I can understand if another form of sperm gets in there for the fertility bit.” Selena felt at odds describing it to him but figured Santa would know how babies are made.

“If I may,” Santa shifted her on his lap. “When was the last time you and him had….and forgive my bluntness…when you last had sex?”

“May I be blunt in turn?” Selena asked.

“Of course.” Santa nodded.

“The night we got engaged,” Selena told him.

“An appropriate time to celebrate I would say.” Santa chuckled, thinking back to the early days of him and Ms. Claus. “Perhaps I have a suggestion.”

“Yes, Santa?” She asked him, childlike wonder in her eye still amazed he was there.

“I could always help get you pregnant.” He looked at her with some seriousness in his tone.

“Are you sure?” Selena asked him. “What about your wife?”

“We have a somewhat open relationship, 500 years of marriage does take a toll when we’re the only humans around for hundreds of miles up in the North Pole.” He spoke politely.

“And if Benny asks about being the father?” Selena grew concerned.


“I can snap my fingers and turn my sperm into his.” Santa rested a hand on her thigh. “Between the DNA matching and your engagement sex, he won't question it too much.”

“And the baby?” Selena began to get more into this idea.

“Little Christmas charm and he or she will be a very healthy child.” Santa smiled, not fully telling Selena that he’d helped a few people get pregnant this way before.

“Oh, I don’t know what to say.” Selena felt flustered.

“Well, we have plenty of time.” Santa reminded her, Selena’s gaze looking at the TV where the fireplace video looked to be paused, realizing they had all the time in the world.

“I suppose…just this once…I can do this.” Selena looked at him.

“Ho ho ho, I’m more than happy to help Selena.” Santa smiled under his thick beard.

“I’m…gonna be a mama,” Selena said to herself, the words sounding odd yet amazing on her lips. “I’m gonna be a mama!” She hugged Santa tightly, the jolly old man hugging her tightly, Selena kissing his rosy cheek, before feeling compelled to kiss him on the lips.

She wasn’t sure if it was herself overwhelmed with joy or the Christmas magic taking over, or perhaps it was a deep-rooted fantasy of hers. Regardless of why, she kissed Santa Claus with such passion he couldn’t stop himself from kissing back. Their lips crashed with each other as he held the woman tightly, Selena wrapping her legs around him to straddle his hips. Leaning into his belly with her breasts pressing along his chest.

Benny slept in frozen silence, completely unaware of what Selena was doing in the name of having a baby. For in the space of time that stood still, Selena had been discarding her clothes. Socks stayed on for the cold floor but she knelt on a pillow at her knees while helping undo the thick belt around Santa’s waist. Pulling his pants down just enough to reveal a very well-endowed Santa cock. Saint Nicolas was blessed indeed with the Christmas Spirit. Selena looked up at Santa, who undid the top layer of his coat slowly, not planning to become fully naked, but made himself comfortable while Selena lowered her lips to wrap them around the cock. With a ho ho ho he moaned feeling the Hoe Hoe Hoe go to work.

Selena sucked on the jolly old cock, tasting sweet on her tongue, as she pulled the foreskin of Santa to lick his tip. Bobbing her head on the dick with long black hair covering her face half the time. Santa gently brushing her hair with the back of his hand, a nudge here and there to let her put more of his cock in her mouth. She felt the tip brush the back of her throat, then pushed some more. Selena discovered she had no gag reflex. Taking every inch down her throat until her lips met the base of his cock. The thick shaft caused no issues for her. Lodging deep within. Breathing normally, she throated the dick down, bobbing her head and getting spit all along the shaft. Needing to lube it for what was to come. Her panties grew wet in excitement, Santa watching her pull every inch out of her throat with a pop, shiny with spit.

Selena was propped up, removing the last of her clothes the air growing warm around her. Bare breasts that Santa fondled, a small bush above her vagina, and scars from her surgeries at her pelvis, which she grew to like since then. With what clothes remained on the ground, Selena draped her blanket over the couch cushions and laid on top of it face up, Santa discarding his pants, standing in Candy cane boxers, which seemed all the more humorous when Selena thought about it. His cock lay along her slit, rubbing the underside of his shaft up and down to tease her growing wet pussy. Brushing down and pushing himself through.

“Oh…..shoot Santa..” Selena bit her lip, stifling her cries feeling him penetrate her.

“You can swear if you need to.” Santa felt her body accept his thick cock, pushing to fill her up.

“Oh fuck!” Selena felt the cock push deep inside her, hands grabbing hold of the couch.

Santa rose and fell over her, taking slow, but deep thrusts into her soon-to-be fertile body. The cock spread her pussy further than any cock had done before, what spit was on it from Selena now mixing with her vagina’s natural lubricant despite his dick causing no pain. Santa shifted his weight, not wanting to squish Selena under him, while her breasts jiggled and bounced with each step, already aligning where needed to produce milk in several months. Her hands gripped the blanket, mind racing feeling as if every sexual fantasy she ever had was coming true at once. Regardless of who was in or what it was about. Yet her pleasure was seemingly increased ten-fold. Like a perverted gift from the jolly old man fucking her.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum Santa.” Selena gasped. His thrusts grow faster.

“Go ahead, you deserve it,” Santa told her.

“FUUUCCKK!!!” Selena obeyed his request, bucking her hips up and cumming around his cock. Her head spun and her eyes were closed, taking quickend breaths feeling her climax rush over her. A leg dangled off the side of the couch, and the other was lifted up and ran along Santa’s shoulder. She groped her breasts while looking up at Kris Kringle. Their eyes lock in place.

Selena in her gaze was as if she was locked in the purest form of pleasure imaginable. Mouth gaping and squeezing her nipples between her fingers as if trying to force herself to lactate, while feeling his penis delve ever deeper into her body and push against her womb. Yet with a sense of security knowing she was in good hands, feeling her next orgasm rushing so suddenly. A silent scream left her lips for a few seconds before the audible cry came through.

Santa, from her eyes, was full of warmth, hands softly holding her, one at her hip, the other on the leg that rested along his body. Even as he went faster, it was a tender fucking, literal centuries of experience flowing through him, treating her as if sleeping with his wife. With every inch that entered her back and forth, laced in her fluids and making her contort and squeeze her womanhood around him, the closer he got to climax. And leave it to Santa, to carry a large load with him on the longest night of the year. His balls smacked against the skin of her ass, her anus hidden away in between them, not to be touched by him this Christmas night. At least, not this year. Time remained still for them, only the reindeer above on the roof were moving about, waiting for Santa to be done, while he was inside helping a good girl get pregnant, which didn’t stop Selena from finding herself cum once more.

“Ho ho ho!!” He moaned out, Selena’s third orgasm making her pussy grip him tightly as it convulsed around him. With a sturdy hand on each side, he thrust his full length into her, body tensing up, and letting go of his pent-up orgasm.

A loud groan came from her lips, eyes rolling back and head tilting upwards, feeling Santa’s cum pulse inside her. Firing shot after shot into her womb, pumping more seed than the average man could produce in a week. Filling her with his special eggnog. Selena felt her body bloat, the sizeable amount of cum expanding her insides. Lifting her head to see her belly push up, growing bigger and rounder, breasts swelling up too. Was once already well-sized tits, now gaining an extra cup size, and the faint drips of milk admitting from her nipples. His climax died down, the last drips leaving him. Santa removed his slowly softening cock out of her, cum dripping from her pussy, and belly looking several months pregnant already.

“Is…” Her voice came to her feeling her body calm down from everything. “Am I?”

“Just my sperm my dear.” Santa pulling his pants up. “But a glimpse at your future. Now….sleep.”

Santa stood over where she lay on the couch, rubbing her head with one hand while the other rubbed her belly. Selena felt her eyes grow tired and her stomach began to revert to normal.

“Merry, Christmas…Santa…” Selena fell into a deep sleep, laying limp on the couch with one hand joining her leg dangling off the side. As Santa shifted the sperm inside her to find an egg, jump-starting her pregnancy. Before he would make his leave.

Selena would wake up that morning, the sun shining through thick clouds and the house filled with Christmas cheer. Finding herself back in bed and dressed how she was last night, half believing it all to be a dream. She sighed, heading down to enjoy Christmas regardless of baby or not…..Only to find herself two weeks later, at the start of the new year, sitting on a toilet holding a pregnancy test that said: positive.

A year would pass, and Santa would make his annual trip, stopping by Selena’s home to see she had fallen asleep on a rather comfy chair, and a three-month-old baby girl sleeping in her arms. With a smile, he gave each of them a gift for the child’s first Christmas, happy to make Selena’s wish come true.