G E N I T A__C L A N


Author: Brother Genita and Sister Genita
Title: Santa Claus and Bobby Brady
Universe: Genitaland TV, the world of television's "The Brady Bunch" in
Genitaland.
Summary: In 1968, Carol Brady took her 8-year-old stepson Bobby Brady to
see Santa Claus at Macy's Department Store.  They learned how much Santa
really loved children.
Keywords: Mb, bg (brief mention), Fb (brief mention), mb (brief mention),
MF (very brief oral), cons, mast, nosex, oral, ped, ws, zoo (brief
mentions)
Language: English

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   WARNING

   This fictional story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.
If you are underage for your jurisdiction, or not interested in such
stories, please go read something else.

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   READ ME: This is the same story as "Santa Claus and Cindy Brady" but
with Mrs. Brady and Bobby instead of Mr. Brady and Cindy.

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   Santa Claus and Bobby Brady

   by Brother Genita and Sister Genita


   Santa Claus was excited; it was that time of the year!  During most of
the year Santa had a very active sex life, humping not only Mrs. Claus but
the elves and the reindeer too.  He loved everybody, and would have sex
with anyone and anything who wanted it.

   But in December, Santa got to play sexual games with his favorites:
children!  Sometimes he managed to get in some serious fondling, with the
little ones sitting on his lap throughout December.  But most of the fun
was on Christmas Eve.  Only Santa could count the number of kids who had
special "little packages" for him to unwrap when he visited on Dec.  24. 
And with Santa's "Christmas magic" going strong all month, his candy cane
was always ready!

   This year, Santa was going to get a special surprise from a little boy
two weeks before Christmas.  His name was Bobby Brady.  Santa had already
fooled around with his older brothers Greg and Peter, and even got a little
attention with his older stepsisters Marcia and Jan when they were younger.
This year the kids thought they were too old for Santa, except for the
youngest Cindy who was afraid of "the big fat man," so were all shopping
with their Daddy.  But Bobby was with his stepmother, though he always
called her Mommy.  He had wavy hair of brown in straight cut bangs, and
wore the cutest little shorts that showed off his little boy legs and got
Santa very excited!

   It had been a long day at Macy's, and Santa was getting tired.  There
were too many people in the store for him to cop a feel very often.  He had
a couple successes.  One little dark-skinned girl named LaToya pulled the
back of her little dress up when she sat down, so her white panties were
sitting directly on Santa's lap.  One of Santa's helpers was blocking the
view from the left, so he was able to slide his left hand under her and
fondle her little bottom through her panties.  But just as he finally got
his hand slid down where he could touch her little slit through the fabric,
her time was up and another kid sat down who was wearing jeans.  He
couldn't feel hardly anything through jeans.

   Another time a little brown-haired, light skinned boy named Roger sat
down.  Roger was wearing loose shorts, and again the view was blocked so
Santa was able to slide his hand into the back of those shorts.  The boy
sat up just enough for the jolly old elf to slip his hand over the crotch
of the briefs.  Roger had a nice little cock and Santa got to fondle it
through the fabric of his underwear for about 20 seconds before the helper
moved and he had to quickly pull his hand out, pretending he was just
patting the boy on the back.

   But then finally Bobby sat down.  He was 8-years-old, had the cutest
smile, the bluest eyes, and soft brown hair with bangs cut like the
Beatles of 1964.  He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and blue
shorts even looser than Roger's.  Bobby insisted on keeping a large
teddy bear on his lap when he sat.  That was perfect.  The bear was big
enough to cover the little boy's crotch entirely.  Strangely, the boy's
mother, Mrs. Brady, stood on the right side of Santa facing the other way.
Then Santa noticed that she was looking at the back of one of the helpers,
a big busted brunette in a red and white mini dress who was bending over
to rearrange the fake presents.  Mrs. Brady was getting a clear look at
her red thong panties.  Santa had enjoyed getting into those panties just
two hours ago.  She loved doing it doggy style!  "I have to get a pair of
those panties," thought Mrs. Brady.

   But Santa had a different opportunity now.  With Mrs. Brady on the right
and the bear on Bobby's lap, Santa's right hand couldn't be seen by the
crowd.  When Bobby sat down, it was right on top of Santa's right hand.
Santa was a litle concerned about the boy's reaction, but Bobby just smiled
at him.  Little did Santa know the talk Bobby had just had with his
stepmother, Carol Brady.

   "Bobby," she had said, "when you talk to Santa you want to get some
good presents, right?"

   "Right, Mommy," he had answered.

   "Ok, Bobby.  So when you sit on Santa's lap, keep your teddy bear
covering your own lap so nobody can see it just like you do for Mommy."

   "Why, Mommy?"

   "Because that way Santa can play with your little pee pee just like
Mommy does."

   "Oh cool!"

   "Ok, Bobby, but remember to keep it a secret."

   "I know, Mommy."

   Bobby seemed to have an endless list of things he wanted from toy cars
to a pony, but that was fine with Santa.  It gave Santa time.  His right
hand slid backward and pulled at the bottom of Bobbie's shirt, trying to
pull it up to get access to the boy's loose shorts.  Surprisingly, the
boy sat up a little, making it easy.  Santa loved fondling little boy's
undies!  He moved his hand into the bottom of Bobbie's shorts, grinning at
the thought of feeling his bottom and wienie through soft fabric.  But did
Santa have a surprise.  Bobbie wasn't wearing any underwear!  Santa could
clearly feel the young boy flesh of his soft but firm rounded buttocks.  He
could also feel his own cock growing underneath him!

   "Oh my sleigh," thought Santa, "if I can just slide my hand forward a
few inches...." He tried, but the boy was sitting firm on his lap and Santa
couldn't move his hand an inch.  Santa enjoyed fondling the little bottom,
but really wanted to, well, dick with his dick!

   Then suddenly the boy stopped his tirade of gift requests and put his
little mouth to Santa's ear, cupping the saint's ear with his hand.
"Santa," the boy whispered, "do you want to feel my pee pee?" Santa
couldn't believe his ears, well, ear.  His throat went dry with a lump and
he couldn't speak, he could only nod.  With that, Bobby Brady sat up just
ever so slightly and Santa slid his hand up those heavenly few inches.
His index finger was resting right on the base of Bobby's pee pee and
balls!  Santa had a boner that could choke Blitzen!  The little boy felt
so soft and a little wrinkly where Santa fondled him, rubbing the
underside of his virgin cock.  It felt wonderful!  Santa toyed with the
tiny prick and balls, and little Bobby actually gasped.  Fortunately, no
one could see why.  The boy's eight-year-old cock actually felt like it
was getting slighty harder and larger.

   Then Bobby was whispering at Santa's ear again.  "Santa," he pleaded,
"that feels soooo good but I gotta go pee!" Little did Bobby know how Santa
felt about that.

   "That's fine, Bobby," St. Nick whispered back.  "Santa loves when little
boys and girls pee on his lap.  It feels so nice and warm and wet.  Go ahead
and pee on me."

   "But I'll get in trouble," he said.

   "No you won't, little Bobby," said Santa.  "I always just explain that
little boys and girls sometimes get excited.  You won't get in trouble I
promise.  And if you do pee on Santa's lap," he said, "Santa just might get
you that pony."

   "Oh Santa!" Bobby exclaimed in glee, no longer whispering.  "Here it
goes!"

   Fortunately, no one knew what "here it goes" meant, but Santa did.  Hot
little boy piss started shooting on Santa's finger, then his hand, then
his lap as Bobby soaked him.  Santa almost came at that moment, and knew
he'd have to have a good whack on his candy cane right away.

   "Oops!" said Bobby, covering.  "I had an accident!" He tried to look
concerned, but couldn't help grinning.

   "That's ok, little boy," said Santa.  "Sometimes little boys and girls
get too excited sitting on Santa's lap."

   Bobby whispered in his ear "you sure got me excited, Santa!"

   Santa lifted him off, making sure his shirt was pulled down and shorts
up so no one could see the boy was briefs-less, then told a helper he needed
a break.  Mrs. Brady was going to scold Bobby until he explained that Santa
wanted hot little boy piss on his lap.  She took him into a stall in the
women's restroom so she could clean him off.  Bobby loved going in there
because he liked sneaking a peak under the wall separating two stalls to see
ladies and girls when they were sitting on the toilet.  This time he snuck
his head under the stall wall on his right and saw a black lady who had a
shaved pussy.  Bobby had seen girls with no hair, but never a full-grown
woman.  Mrs. Brady apologized and had to drag him back, but the woman just
smiled at Bobby and said, "no problem."

   Right as Mrs. Brady shut the door to the stall she and Bobby were in,
Santa himself went into the restroom to whack off.  The men's restroom was
out of order, or so said the sign Santa hung there so he'd have an excuse
to go in the ladies'.  He took his spare Santa suit with him so he had a
good excuse for staying in there for awhile.  He went into one of the
stalls and quickly pulled out his bulging cock.  He knew it wouldn't take
him long.  Then he heard something odd in the stall to his right.

   "I think Santa liked it, Mommy."

   "Ok, Bobby, let's talk about this when we get home, Ok?"

   The little boy was in the next stall over with his mother!  "Of
course," thought Santa, "she must be cleaning him off." Santa had a real
urge to bend down and sneak a peak into the stall.  He'd felt the little
boy up but he hadn't actually seen his little wienie.  But how could he do
that without the boy's mother noticing?

   Suddenly, the little boy chirped "hey, Mommy, look!  Santa Claus is
right there!" Bobby Brady had noticed the red and white outfit from
underneath the stall divider to his left.  Like the divider to Bobby's
right, it didn't totally block the view at the bottom.

   "I'm sure that's not Santa but one of Santa's girl helpers.  Leave his
helper alone" said Mrs. Brady.

   Bobby ignored her.  "Hi, Santa Claus!" he exclaimed.

   "Uh, hi, Bobby," the titan of toys said.  "I'm here because the men's
is out of order.  What are you doing in here?"

   "My Mommy's cleaning off my pee pee," the little boy said.

   "Bobby," said Mrs. Brady sternly.  "Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Claus, about the
accident."

   "Oh, no problem," said Santa.  "It happens all the time.  I always keep
an extra suit."

   "Good idea," said Mrs. Brady from the next stall.  "I should keep an
extra pair of Bobby's underwear."

   "I wasn't wearing any underwear, Mommy!" said Bobby.

   "Bobby," said Mrs. Brady, embarrassed.  "You, well, um--"

   Something about the tone in her voice made Santa wonder if Mrs. Brady
hadn't planned this.  After all, Santa could tell when people were lying.
"That's ok, Mrs. Brady." He stopped stroking his cock for a second and
thought of something devious.  He pulled a plastic covered candy cane out
of his pocket and dropped it on the floor.  "Oops," he said.

   "Mommy," said Bobby, seeing it instantly.  "Santa dropped his candy
cane. I'll get it!"

   "Bobby, don't--" started his stepmom, but it was too late.  Bobby had
already gotten on the floor and stuck his head into the next stall.  There
was Santa with his pants down, one hand holding his enormous member.

   "Uh, Bobby," started Mrs. Brady.

   "It's ok, Mrs. Brady," said Santa.  "Bobby's just getting Santa's candy
cane.  Go ahead and grab it," said Santa, pointing to his prick.  Bobby was
delighted.  He reached out his little boy hand, and grabbed hold of the
most wonderful penis he'd ever seen.  It was long and thick, thrusting out
through curly white hair, and was red on the bulbous tip.  He couldn't get
his hand all the way around it, so he grabbed it with both hands.  Bobby
was delighted.  "I got Santa's candy cane, Mommy!"

   Mrs. Brady glanced down and saw the dropped candy cane still on the
floor.  She was puzzled.  "But Bobby," she said, "the candy cane is
still....oh."  Finally she understood.  "That's good, Bobby," she said.
"Does Santa have a nice candy cane?"

   "Oh, yes, Mommy" said Bobby.

   "Maybe Santa would let you lick it?"

   "Can I, Santa?" asked the little 8-year-old boy.

   "Why sure," said Santa.  Bobby stuck out his little tongue and started
licking the head.  Strangely, it seemed to taste slightly of peppermint. 
"Oh, Bobby, that's good.  You lick very well," said Santa.

   "I've been practicing," grinned Bobby.  He sure had.  In the past month
alone he'd licked the penises of both his dad and his oldest brother Greg.
He wanted to lick Peter, but was too shy to ask him.  He hadn't done much
with a girl yet.  He and Cindy had touched each other, but had never
gotten oral.

   Bobby licked all around Santa's penis, even giving his balls a tongue
bath.  Santa could feel his cock aching to cum.

   Mrs. Brady was getting excited herself with the thought of her
8-year-old son in the next stall licking St. Nick's prick.  She
started fondling her blonde-haired pussy.  After a couple minutes, she
said "Bobby, why don't you suck on Santa's lollipop."

   "Ok, Mommy," said Bobby, as he took the tip of St. Nick's cock into
his little Brady mouth and licked the underside with his tongue.

   This felt wonderful to Santa, who let out an aroused "ho ho ho!" He
fondled Bobby's wienie, and was able to rub it enough that it stuck way
out.  He continued rubbing it, pulling the skin up and down but not
hurting the little boy.

   Mrs. Brady couldn't see this, but she could tell from the slurping sound
that her stepson was giving head, and from the way Bobby was gasping
that his pee pee was being fondled.  She'd heard those sounds many times
before.  Bobby didn't orgasm yet, but he loved his wienie rubbed.  The
thought of it happening with a man who wasn't even a member of the family,
especially Santa Claus, right in the next bathroom stall was too much for
Mrs. Brady.  She couldn't hold out any longer.  She moaned as her pussy
spasmed and its warm juice covered her hand and dripped down her legs.

   Bobby and Santa could tell what was happening in the next stall from the
sounds they heard.  As Bobby's little head bobbed up and down, his brown
bangs bouncing in rhythm with his mouth's sucking off Santa's candy cane,
Santa's fully charged cock erupted.  It shot gobs of sticky cum into
Bobby's 8-year-old mouth.  Bobby loved the feel of cum shooting in his
mouth, but had never felt so much!  And it tasted different than any cum
he'd had before, definitely like peppermint!  Bobby loved peppermint.
Santa kept shooting load after load into his tiny mouth.  He swallowed as
much as he could, but it streamed out of the little boy's mouth and down his
chin, gobs of it dribbling all over.  He'd never seen so much cum!

   "Santa!" he finally said as he let Santa's cock pop out of his mouth. 
"How do you make so much?"

   "I'm....I'm Santa Claus" he gasped.

   "But it tastes so good," he said, licking more up off of Santa's cock
and balls.

   "Like I said, I'm Santa Claus," the jolly man smiled.

   "Let me show Mommy," Bobby said, scooping up some of Santa's cum off of
the present-bringer's lap.

   He crept underneath the panel dividing the two stalls, and stuck his
tiny cum-filled hand in front of his mother's face.  He saw her blond-haired
naked lap was wet.  "Taste it, Mommy; it tastes like peppermint!"

   "I don't know if that's ok, Bobby."

   "Go ahead, Mrs. Brady, enjoy" said Santa.

   Mrs. Brady, who hadn't been with another man since she married her
second husband Mike, stuck her tongue out hesitantly into the pool of cum
in her stepson's little hand.  She licked some up and drew it into her
mouth. "Umm, you're right, Bobby.  Santa's....candy cane does taste like
peppermint."

   "Have some more, Mommy," her son said, and she lapped it up as hungrily
as their pet dog Tiger lapped up Mrs. Brady's pussy juice at home.
"Tastes good," she said.

   "Thank you, Bobby," said Santa.  "I think you're going to find a pony
this year."

   "Oh, Santa!" squeaked Bobby.

   "Thanks, Mr. Claus," said Mrs. Brady.

   "Of course," said St. Nick.  "And call me Santa."

   "Ok, Santa," said Mrs. Brady.

   After a few seconds, Bobby spoke again.  "Uh, Santa?"

   "Yes?" he said.

   "Will it be a boy pony?"

   "If you want."

   "Oh, yes!  Thank you, Santa!" Bobby knew just what to do with a boy
pony....


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