Posted by tina on December 23, 2005 at 09:23:34:
“I saw Santa”
by tina
My mother was on her knees next to the Christmas tree. It wasn’t unusual for me to see mom on her knees. I mean even though she was the madam she still had her regulars. Many of my customers often asked for the mother and daughter treatment. My mother was still a gorgeous woman even though she was the other side of fifty. Everyone told me I looked just like her when she was a twenty something.
No, seeing mother on her knees was not usual and that wasn’t what made me gasp. It was the sight of Santa strangling my mother that caught me by surprise. I looked at the stockings hung on the mantle with care. Patti’s pink nylons were there, next to Renee’s red hose. My nude nylons were next and then a single sheer black stocking. That one belonged to my mother but now Santa was holding the mate in his white gloved hands. The black full fashion stocking was wound tightly around my mother’s throat. Her long red fingernails were clawing frantically at the ligature to no avail. I could see the thin black band encircling my mother’s throat as Santa continued to pull hard on the stocking. Her face was as red as Santa’s cloak.
Over the crackling fire I could her gasp as she tried in vain to breath. She made horrible gurgling noises as Santa slowly strangled the life from her. And then it was over. Her hands dropped to her sides and her head drooped down. I could see drool running from her gaping mouth. Her tongue, bloated from the terrible pressure of the strangulation lolled obscenely over her lower lip.
Then Santa let go of the nylon. My mother’s body fell forward with the black stocking still wound around her throat. Her corpse landed with a dull thud on the plush carpet next to the gaily-decorated tree. As though I am in a trance I watch as Santa kneels down, knots the stocking tight around my mother’s throat and then ties a big bow under her chin.
He stood and walked over to the mantle and plucked one of my nude stockings down from where it hung with the rest. I wondered how he knew that those belonged to me. He turned towards me and winked.
This had broken the spell. I turned and ran up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door and locked it. I heard the sound of his boots on the stairs. I could image my stocking wound around his palms. He knocked on my door. He asked me to open the door so he could come into my bedroom. You see I saw Santa strangle mother underneath the Christmas tree tonight. Now he had come to strangle me.