For tonight, your mom is Comet,” Dad said, his tone calm but with a hint of amusement, nodding toward the group of women. “They all have reindeer names.”
Eddie elbowed me from the other side, his grin stretching ear to ear. “Hey, we’re still looking for a Rudolph,” he teased, his voice just loud enough to draw a few chuckles nearby. “What do you think? You’d look good in a wig. Want to join the ladies?”
My face burned instantly, the heat spreading all the way to the tips of my ears as Eddie’s laughter echoed. Before I could even stammer a reply, another voice cut through the noise.
“Vixen, show us that tattoo again!” a man called out, his tone somewhere between playful and commanding.
With a dramatic spin, Vixen turned toward him and confidently hiked her leg, giving the group a full view of the DSL tattoo etched high on her upper thigh. “Like it?” she purred, her lips curling into a mischievous wink as the room erupted in a mix of cheers and whistles.
The men cheered, their voices blending into a rowdy chorus of whistles and catcalls. “What about Prancer? Let’s see if she’s still got that black spade! Show us that pretty booty! Shake it!” someone hollered, setting off a wave of laughter.
Prancer grinned wickedly, turning to give everyone a full view. Her thick hips swayed as she slapped her wide, jiggling butt, The other women joined shaking their tits, and showing off their bodies, dancing and posing, their laughter and exaggerated movements filling the room. The way they moved wasn’t polished or graceful—it was wild, brazen, and unapologetic, and the crowd ate it up.
It was hard to process. This wasn’t some private, forbidden thing—it was open, playful, almost carefree. But the way my pulse raced told me it wasn’t just the good, clean fun they made it out to be.
"On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!"
The room buzzed with energy as Team Green lined up near the tree. Uncle Eddie stepped forward like an auctioneer, his grin as wide as the fireplace. “Alright, folks! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! Let’s meet our reindeer!”
The four girls near the tree were dismissed, one of them returning to the naughty corner. Now, it was time for the Green Team to be introduced.
Mom—Comet—stepped forward first, as she stood up, I saw the crack of my mother’s bare ass, and every other part of her naked body. I wasn’t turned on, or sexually aroused, but I also wasn’t disgusted. My mom had a killer body for a woman of her age. I was simply shocked – by her boldness and wondered how she could behave some brazenly even around friends (and family).
Dressed in green and red Christmas ropes adorned with mistletoe, silver bells, and tree ornaments, she was striking. If my mother was uncomfortable with my presence, you couldn’t tell it once she stood by the Christmas tree.
She radiated warmth and happiness, the picture of a graceful southern belle and hostess.
Aunt Daisy—Cupid—followed, her movements fluid and flirtatious. She twirled as she stepped forward, her hands trailing over her curves with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how good she looked.
Then came my sister Harley—Donder. She adjusted the bow on her shoulder, her playful grin firmly in place. “Alright, gentlemen,” she said, tossing her hair, “who’s ready for some sass with their sleigh?”
Her entrance sounded a little rehearsed.
Finally, Mrs. Stephenson—Blitzen—stood last in line, her shy smile adding sweetness to her curvaceous frame. Her brunette hair tumbled over her shoulders, and the blush on her cheeks deepened as the crowd whistled and clapped. As the only brunette in the group, she stood out.
Eddie gestured toward my Aunt Daisy with a dramatic flourish and referred to her only as Cupid. “Take my wife, please!” he called, earning laughter from the room. “Who wants her? We’ve got big whoppers, huge jugs, massive knockers, and even some decent-sized boobs, folks!”
“Uncle Eddie!” Harley groaned, rolling her eyes because she was singled out for having only “decent sized boobs.” The other women, including my Mom and Aunt, had much bigger boobs.
Daisy, on the other hand, laughed and twirled again. “C’mon, boys! Don’t let him undersell me! You can take a ride on me, and I do it alllll……with any of y’alllll…”
My Aunt’s voice reminded me of what whiskey must taste like—it was smooth, southern, and had a little bite to it.
The music kicked in, and Tone Loc’s raspy voice filled the room as "Wild Thing" blared through the speakers. The ladies took their cue, stepping forward with exaggerated flair. Aunt Daisy led the charge, swaying her hips to the beat and twirling her Christmas ropes like she was on stage at a honky-tonk. She winked at one of the men, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder as she bent low to give an exaggerated view of her assets, earning hoots and whistles from the crowd.
Mom followed suit, shaking her hips with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. She raised her hands, making the mistletoe attached to her body as she spun around, letting the ornaments on her ropes jingle with each movement. It occurred to me that the mistletoe had been carefully arranged to suggest someone might kiss her on the ass, pussy, and even tits.
I remembered that a few years ago, she and my father took a trip to the Florida Keys to attend something called Fantasy Fest by themselves. I thought it may have something to do with Heroic Fantasy and Dungeons and Dragons, and I wanted to go with them. She was as adamant then as she was about this party and that I would not be allowed to go. I got the impression she might be a swinger from looking up what Fantasy Fest was all about and her flirty behavior with adults who often spent the night at our house – now I had confirmation that my parents were swingers.
Now that I was older, I guess I don’t know why I was so worried about that. It was a choice they made, and it was obvious from how much my father cheered for my mom, that he loved and supported her.
For a brief moment, I saw my mother glance in my direction, her cheeks flushing slightly before she turned her focus back to her audience. If she was embarrassed, it didn’t show—she was committed to the act, her movements graceful and fluid like the Southern belle she was.
Even Harley, despite her grumbles earlier, couldn’t help but get into the spirit of things. She tapped her foot to the beat and swayed with playful defiance, her grin widening as Eddie pointed to her and exaggerated a dramatic bow. “And Donder brings the sass!” he called out, prompting her to wag her finger at him teasingly before spinning around and giving the crowd a little shimmy. The room was alive with laughter, music, and energy as the ladies put on their show, each one vying to outdo the others. I had never seen this side of my mother before – she could really dance. I noticed that my mom never once looked in my direction. Instead, she smiled like a star on a broad way stage and shined.
Eddie announced that the bidding would begin on the final round of the Reindeer swap. “All right, pussy, pussy, pussy! You get what you get, if you don’t bid. Come on in pussy lovers! Here at the Twat’s Christmas Titty Twister, we're slashing pussy in half! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy, this is a pussy blow out! All right, we got white pussy, hot pussy, cold pussy, sore pussy, we got hairy pussy, bald pussy, we got wet pussy…you got Sexxmas cards, use them to sweeten your swap deal!”
Apparently, the currency of the realm (other than their wives) was swapping a Sexxmas card won in previous years’ contests. I was still trying to figure out how it worked, but it seemed valuable enough that the guys didn’t part with them lightly.
That was the Uncle Eddie I remembered—though I’d never heard him be that graphic before. My mom and Aunt made a last-ditch effort to sell themselves with their smiles, but Harley and Mrs. Stephenson laughed so hard they could barely stand upright while Eddie announced the final bidding. The men wasted no time inspecting their options and making bids after the introductions.
“Cupid, show us that tattoo again!” one of the guys called out.
Daisy grinned and turned, showing her ass off, spreading her cheeks – so that everyone could see not only her pussy but her asshole. She also had a spade tattoo on her butt just like Prancer. “Still got it, boys!” she said, winking over her shoulder.
“What about Comet?” another man asked. “Let’s see if you’ve got one too!”
Mom hesitated for the briefest moment before turning gracefully. Her black spade tattoo matched Daisy’s and was positioned in the same place – right lower butt cheek. I would never have known it was there unless she wore a skimpy bikini.
I wondered if the Ace of Spades held any special meaning for the DSL charity – it didn’t seem like it was a coincidence they had the same symbol permanently tattooed to their meaty ass cheeks. I looked for one on Mrs. Sanderson (Blitzen) -despite having the most enormous canvas of all the women for a tattoo, I didn’t see one on her ass.
Eddie clapped his hands, motioning toward Mrs. Sanderson with a grin to highlight her. “Blitzen is a virgin to the Annual Twat parties! First-timer, guys, and look how she fits in! What else can she fit in? Find out—swap! for this eligible new cummer!”
I could tell that my neighbor didn’t really want the attention from the crowd because she shut down and giggled nervously, looking down at her feet. She didn’t like being singled out—she just wanted to blend in with the other girls in the background.
The men continued their questions, asking for twirls, dances, and even motorboating. When Cupid leaned forward and playfully motorboated Comet, the room erupted into laughter and cheers.
Harley—Donder—rolled her eyes but played along, flipping her hair dramatically as she posed for the crowd.
I leaned forward, unable to resist. “When are you going to get some tattoos, sis?”
The room quieted slightly as all eyes turned to me. I quickly corrected myself. “I mean, Donder.”
Harley’s head snapped toward me, her expression a mix of confusion and irritation. “What?” she said, as if I’d just asked her to reveal the meaning of life. “Why are you asking me this?”
I shrugged. “It’s just… the other ladies have tattoos on their bottoms, is all.”
Daisy smirked but stayed quiet, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Mom, on the other hand, shot me a warning glance that made my stomach flip. It was strange that Daisy didn’t have some wisecrack to say back. She was too busy trying to show off to the men at the party.
Harley exhaled dramatically, cupping her chest. “Okay, fine, no tattoos. But hey, my boobs are nice even if they’re not big old honkers!” She squeezed her chest for emphasis. “Merry Boobmas! Normally, I’ve got respectable boobies, but standing next to all this, I feel like I’m roasting chestnuts with my itty-bitty titties.”
The room erupted into laughter, and Harley grinned, proud of herself. “Can we get back to the game now, please?”
Eddie clapped his hands, the crowd quickly refocusing. “Alright, folks! Last call for swaps! Remember the rules: you gotta bring a girl to get a girl. No exceptions! No reasonable offer refused, and many unreasonable offers will be considered! Buyer beware, Buyer remorse, for sale, bi-sexual owner! Absolutely No trade backs, take backs, clap backs, ass backs, tit backs, back to backs, back in blacks, fade to blacks, hashtags, cutting in line, horseplay, monkey play, or free play. All sales final! You break it, you bought it! And remember, removing a tag from our reindeer is a penalty under law. Thank you for flying united!”
The room erupted in laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. My uncle’s rapid-fire nonsense left everyone rolling, and I envied his ability to command a room so effortlessly. The energy crackled as the men leaned in, readying their bids, and the women shifted subtly under their attention.
“That’s the breaks, sugar,” Daisy said, leaning back in Dad’s lap with a teasing grin. “You don’t get to play unless you’ve got skin in the game.”
Eddie seized the moment, gesturing dramatically to the lineup. “On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!” He turned to the men, his grin wide and wicked. “Let’s break it down, boys. You wanna take home Comet? That’s Southern comfort in all the right places. Sweet tea, hot nights, and a mouth that knows how to say ‘yessir’ just right.”
The men whistled and cheered as Mom tilted her head coyly, her mistletoe hat slightly askew, but her smile never faltered. Her presence was polished and reserved, but the way she crossed her legs and shifted in her seat told me she knew how to hold the room’s attention.
Eddie pointed to Daisy next. “Cupid? Oh, she’ll shoot her arrow straight into your heart—and maybe a little lower. If you’ve got a weak ticker, boys, she might just finish the job. But trust me, she’ll have you thanking her for it.”
Daisy laughed loudly, throwing her head back and resting one arm on Dad’s shoulder like she owned the place. “Don’t let Eddie scare you off, boys. I know how to treat a man right.”
The crowd loved it, but Eddie wasn’t done. He turned to Harley with a playful smirk. “And Donder? She’s the sassiest thing on four legs. You like a ride with attitude? She’ll make sure you know who’s in charge while keeping your face full of—well, let’s call it Christmas cheer.”
Harley rolled her eyes but grinned, tossing her hair and turning slightly to show off her backside. “Careful, Eddie. I’m starting to think you like me better than Aunt Daisy.”
“And last but not least,” Eddie continued, waving his hand toward Mrs. Stephenson, “Blitzen. A first-timer, fellas! Virgin to the Annual Twat Parties—and she’s fitting in like she’s been here all along. What else can she fit in? Only one way to find out, so don’t miss your shot at this eligible new cummer!”
The crowd whooped and hollered, but Mrs. Stephenson blushed deeply, giggling nervously as she clasped her hands in front of her. She shuffled slightly, clearly uneasy about being singled out, but she managed a shy smile. She wasn’t getting many offers, but she seemed very optimistic and upbeat.
“Alright, boys, the reindeer are ready!” Eddie declared. “Bids in, cards on the table, and let’s see who takes home some holiday cheer and holiday ass!”
Eddie clapped his hands again, raising his voice to command the room. “Alright! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!” He gestured toward the lineup of reindeer, setting the stage for the final swaps.
Bidding was fast and furious, with most of the activity focused on my sister, then my mom and aunt. Unfortunately, not many seemed interested in Blitzen at all. I’ve always rooted for the underdog, and for a moment, I wished I could have bid on her. That sounded absurd—she was about my mother’s age—but still, that’s what I thought.
Mom—Comet—sat beside Eddie, her mistletoe hat slightly askew, her smile warm but reserved as she surveyed the crowd. Next to her, Daisy—Cupid—leaned confidently back into Dad’s lap, her laughter cutting through the air like she owned the place. Both seemed perfectly at ease in their roles, each woman playing her part to perfection.
Harley—Donder—had already found her new rider: an older man named Marty in a festive red sweater who looked equal parts delighted and overwhelmed. She glanced back at Evan, her former partner, with a small, apologetic smile before turning her attention to her new companion.
“Squat or kneel?” she asked sweetly, her tone as casual as if she were offering him a choice between Pepsi or Sprite.
Marty laughed, clearly charmed by her sass. “Dealer’s choice, Donder.”
I couldn’t help but wonder why it was even up to Marty in the first place. Shouldn’t my sister decide how she wanted to sit? I was confused by the whole dynamic, but Harley didn’t seem to mind.
With a widening grin, Harley dropped into a graceful squat, resting her hands lightly on her knees. “How’s this? Comfortable?”
She cozied up next to him, like they were longtime lovers.
“Perfect,” Marty chuckled, adjusting his posture to match her playful energy.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Stephenson—Blitzen—stood near the tree, her hands clasped in front of her and her smile soft but hesitant. I could relate to the expression on her crestfallen face—even through her fake smile. She hadn’t been chosen by anyone. There were seven bidders and eight women. I was the eighth guy, but I wasn’t allowed to bid.
“Well,” Eddie said, scanning the room with a mischievous grin, “looks like Blitzen’s still up for grabs. Grab a booby, two boobies, and maybe some of that beautiful booty while you’re at it!”
The room tittered nervously at his joke, but no one stepped forward. Every “rider” now had a different woman with him than when they arrived, and this swap was supposed to leave no one out. I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to work, though—especially since Mrs. Stephenson’s husband wasn’t even here.
For a moment, the lively energy in the room dimmed as everyone avoided eye contact. The faintest flicker of unease crossed her face. She didn’t look angry or upset—just resigned, like someone who had been picked last for teams too many times before. She clasped her hands tighter in front of her and took a small step back.
“It’s alright,” she said finally, her voice quiet but steady. “I’ll just sit this one out.” She turned and started to lower herself to the floor, tucking her legs to the side as she settled near the edge of the tree skirt.
“That’s not happening,” Daisy said firmly, breaking the silence. Her grin softened slightly, but her tone was insistent. “I don’t want a newbie sitting off by herself like a wallflower. She can kneel by his feet—it’s not like they’re getting engaged, blue eyes.”
“It’s Comet,” Dad intoned, his deep voice breaking through the moment. “We haven’t even decided if Nick is staying yet. But I say for now, Blitzen would be welcome over here by the couch. It’s a party, after all.”
All eyes turned to me as my stomach twisted into knots. “Uh…”
Mrs. Stephenson blushed deeply, shaking her head quickly as she stood. “Oh, no, really, that’s not—”
“Go on, sugar,” Daisy coaxed, her tone softening as she met Mrs. Stephenson’s hesitant gaze. “You’d be doing me a favor.”
I hesitated for a moment, feeling every pair of eyes in the room boring into me. Finally, I gave a small nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Uh, sure. If you don’t mind?”
Mrs. Stephenson’s blush deepened, but she managed a shy smile as she stepped toward me. She knelt at first at a respectful distance, her posture straight and her hands resting neatly in her lap. After a few moments, she shifted slightly, glancing at me for permission before inching closer. Finally, she let her weight rest lightly against my foot, her movements slow and cautious.
“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of conversation picking up again.
“No problem,” I replied softly, though I felt anything but calm. Around us, the other women seemed at ease in their places, laughing or leaning into their riders like long-time companions. Mrs. Stephenson, on the other hand, seemed unsure of her role in all of this, her movements hesitant and deliberate as if trying not to misstep.
I had never seen a nude woman in person before, and now I was surrounded on all sides by women who weren’t even trying to cover up. It was surreal. I couldn’t help but wonder how they felt—being basically naked in a room full of men dressed in Christmas sweaters and slacks. It had to feel embarrassing on some level, right?
But as I watched, I noticed something surprising. Most of the girls seemed perfectly at ease. They were smiling, laughing, and introducing themselves to the men who had bid on them. They leaned in close, touched hands, and chatted like it was all completely normal. All except for Blitzen. She stayed quiet and sullen, her eyes downcast as if she was counting the seconds until this was over.
I didn’t have the courage to say anything, but as she settled her weight onto my foot, something shifted. There was a softness in her movements, almost like she was relieved. And I felt it too—a strange sense of joy, knowing that even if she wasn’t talking, at least she wasn’t sitting off by herself. Maybe just being near someone else was enough to make her feel less alone. It felt good to think I could be that person for her, even in this weird situation.
Reindeer Swap Results:
Dancer Is Married to Marty and Swapped to Jerry
Dasher Is Married to Jerry and Swapped to Harold
Prancer Is Married to Gary and Swapped to Evan
Vixen Is Married to Harold and Swapped to Gary
Comet Is Married to Steven and Swapped to Eddie
Cupid Is Married to Eddie and Swapped to Steven
Donder Is Dating Evan and Swapped to Marty
Blitzen Is Married to Dave and Swapped to No one
My gaze swept the room, lingering on Mom. She sat poised, her back straight, her demeanor composed despite the playful chaos. But how she was so comfortable being naked and now laughing along with Eddie as if he had always been her husband, it was a little disconcerting, but the casual way she interacted with everyone—it was like I was seeing a completely different side of her. I’ve seen her complain about my Uncle for various reasons, but now she acted like she was enamored with him.
My gaze swept the room, lingering on Mom. She sat poised, her back straight, her demeanor composed despite the playful chaos. But how she was so comfortable being naked and now laughing along with Eddie as if he had always been her husband—it was a little disconcerting. The casual way she interacted with everyone made it feel like I was seeing a completely different side of her. I’d heard her complain about my Uncle for various reasons, but now she acted like she was enamored with him.
Everyone at the party acted like they were on their honeymoon. There didn’t seem to be any jealousy; everyone was getting along, which made me wonder how they managed to keep things so harmonious. My dad, for example, seemed completely at ease being paired with my mom’s sister.
Even Harley, always so sassy and independent, seemed completely at home in this world. She knelt beside her new rider, laughing and chatting as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Marty was my dad’s age, or older, and Harley acted like she couldn’t get enough of him. How did this work?
I knew of swingers, and I’d suspected my parents might be swingers for a while. The signs were there: the adult vacations, the couples, and men we’d never met who came over to the house, spending the night and leaving in the morning.
I never really thought about it until tonight. Did they feel like they were being disloyal to their wives? Did Harley not feel like she was cheating on her boyfriend? Prancer, busy flirting with her handsome new partner, was close to my mother’s age—and yet she didn’t seem to have any reservations at all.
Mom and Dad didn’t tell me I had to go, so I figured I was staying -at least for now. They seemed busy talking to one another. I didn’t know if they were still undecided or just letting me stay for the night, but I wasn’t going to rock the boat. After all, it wasn’t like they were kicking me out, and this weird night wasn’t getting any less confusing.
Daisy suddenly stood up, clapping her hands together as if she’d just remembered something. “Oh, wieners! Who wants wieners?”
The room fell silent for a moment before laughter erupted—her double entendre not lost on anyone.
“Clearly, you mean cocktail wieners in biscuits, right?” Eddie teased, raising a brow.
“Pigs in a blanket,” she confirmed with a wink.
“You told me not to call you and your sister that!” Eddie smirked.
“Eddie Marshall! You be nice!” Daisy scolded him, though the wide grin on her face suggested she wasn’t offended. As she walked toward the kitchen, she let out a playful “oink, oink” over her shoulder.
“Carry on, y’all! I know the rules!” she called, halfway out of the room. “Dancer, get your stinky butt over here and help me make these boys some snacks. Playing Christmas games is HARD work!”
“Yeah, and we want them HARD-ERR,” Dancer shot back with a laugh, tapping Gary on the shoulder to let him know she’d be right back.
Gary raised his glass in mock protest. “Don’t be gone too long, Dancer. I might start bidding for Blitzen again!”
“Dasher, I see you trying to hide down there with Jerry!” Daisy called from the kitchen; her voice sharp but playful. “Get your behind back in the naughty corner! Nose to the wall, hands at your side. You got a little break from corner time for the swap, but now it’s games time! rules are rules!”
Dasher pouted but obeyed, sticking her tongue out at Daisy as she passed. “Meanie butt!”
“Aww, don’t worry,” Daisy replied, smirking. “One of us will end up in that corner shortly, I’m sure.”
Dasher huffed dramatically but shuffled back to her place, her posture obedient but her sass intact.
I admired all the pretty boobs and butt cracks, and As the conversation shifted to the Naughty Corner, my thoughts drifted. My eyes kept falling on Dasher’s butt crack as she returned to her spot on the floor, clearly settling in for the next round. No one was sitting on the couches, and I couldn’t figure out if it was a rule or just the way things were done here. Maybe I should ask later.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how relaxed everyone seemed. No one cared about sitting on the floor, and even Dancer—my sister—was perfectly at ease next to her new rider. There was no room on the couch, but I guess that was the rule. I wondered if I was the only one who thought it was weird.
Wasn’t their pussy cold? Some had blankets, but most, including my neighbor, were sitting right on their pussy lips flat on the hard wood floor. A few were kneeling, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was worse—kneeling with your butt lifted off the ground, or sitting flat and having your pussy touching the floor?
Eddie clapped his hands and leaned forward; his grin mischievous as ever. “Alright, gentlemen. Time to spice things up. We need three new rules for the Naughty Corner, and you know the drill—each of you has to surrender a Sex-mas card to make your suggestion.”
Jerry was the first to speak, his deep laugh filling the room. “Alright, how about this: if anyone says ‘complain’ or starts whining, they’re off to the corner.” He tossed a card onto the coffee table, grinning.
Gary leaned back, stroking his chin dramatically. “Hmm... I’ll say if someone interrupts another person, they go. We’ve had too much back-and-forth tonight.” He added his card to the pile with a flourish.
Harold, always the laid-back one, smirked. “Let’s keep it classic. If anyone says the word ‘fart’ or… you know, lets one rip, it’s Naughty Corner time.” He threw his card in, earning a round of laughter from the group.
Eddie picked up the cards, shuffled them, and handed them to me. “Alright, kid. Since you’re new and didn’t get to do much earlier, you get to decide which one we use.”
I blinked, feeling the weight of the moment as everyone’s eyes turned toward me. I glanced at Mom—Comet—who had her arms folded, a mix of exasperation and amusement on her face.
“Nick, your father and Eddie said I can’t say boo to you as long as you behave yourself,” she said, her tone softer now. “If they want you to pick a naughty rule, just pick whichever one you think will probably get us in the most trouble.”
"Before I pick a rule for a game I don’t fully understand, what do you mean 'I can’t say boo to you'?" I asked.
She sighed and looked at Eddie. “I would’ve prepared you for tonight if I’d thought you were ready, Nick. I didn’t want to spend all night at the party teaching you the ins and outs.”
“Be nice, or we have another corner over there,” Eddie said brusquely to Mom.
Eddie had joked before when he pretended, he was going to punish me, but this time, he didn’t seem to be teasing Mom.
Mom, who was normally tough as nails, wouldn’t let teachers or principals tell her how things should go at the PTA, acquiesced and apologized... to me!
I’m the one who snuck into the party, and my mom smiled at me politely. “I am sorry for being rude and a little impatient, Nick. The short answer is that one night out of the year, my friends and I give a sort of Christmas present to the men in our lives, and we behave ourselves and obey them.” [mumbles]
“What’s that? I didn’t hear what you said, can you repeat it?” Eddie chuckled.
Mom blushed, then just came right out and bluntly said it. “I have to do what you guys tell me to do... within reason...” [holding up a finger to politely ask that I hold whatever question I was about to ask until the end]
I thought I heard her say “you guys,” but I wasn’t sure if that meant me – or the other men in the room, in a general sense. I felt like I was still in a lot of hot water with my mom and would have to eat crow. I couldn’t imagine it did include me, and I had somehow jumped the family hierarchy over my mom.
"Eddie won me in the swap, which means I answer to him for tonight, and he, in his infinite wisdom, has decided with your father that, as long as you don’t cause a problem, you can stay—at least for a bit. There are different rules for girls than there are for guys at this party. I was hoping you’d notice, and it would be intuitive, but girls sit, squat, or kneel, and we aren’t allowed on furniture."
“I must’ve left my hearing aid battery at home,” Eddie rubbed his ear and pretended he couldn’t hear his sister-in-law when she mumbled, just to make my mom have to say the embarrassing parts out loud. He really seemed to be enjoying making my mother squirm.
A little louder (meanwhile, other people were talking briskly, and "Bust a Move" by Young MC was playing): “Because we are naked, and we might dirty up our furniture, girls aren’t allowed on furniture, okay? And the guys have traditions, which started as a bit of a joke years ago when we started it. Girls who do irritating things at the party can be sent to the Naughty Corner.”
“Or any corner if that one’s occupied,” Eddie reminded her. I had gotten the impression that when one girl was in the naughty corner and a new one was punished that she came out – but it sounded like they were circumstances more than one could be in the corner.
Mom glanced up at him. “Sorry, sir, I’m trying not to overwhelm my son, but yes, Nick—I can be sent to the corner.”
I stifled a laugh.
“Remember, the other 364 days a year...” she warned politely, with a snicker that she’d get even any other day of the year.
“What happens at the party, stays at the party,” Eddie said.
“Yes, well... and that’s the thing, Nick. The guys like to make up rules that ensure there’s a girl in the corner all the time. During games, they allow us to get out, but we have to remain in a special position on the ground during the game... it’s kind of embarrassing and awkward, so pick whichever rule you want. They’ll add a few more as the night progresses. If you pick complaining about the rules, they’ll apply it broadly and we’ll end up in the Naughty Corner or Naughty Position. If you pick interrupting, they’ll make it so anytime we talk over a man—even when something’s important—we’ll be in the corner. And if you make it so if we say 'fart,' or actually do it, even if we don’t and it’s them, they’ll blame us... does that make sense?”
“So, it’s damned if you do, damned if you don’t?”
“Kind of, but it’s all in fun. Once one girl gets in the Naughty Corner, the sooner one of the other ones of us gets in the corner, she gets out, so we tag in and out all night. If you stay, you’re bound to see me in the corner—but it’s not malicious, and no one holds a grudge. Not really... does that explain it, sir?”
My mom called me sir like she definitely didn’t mean it – it was like mocking respect. It wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t very reassuring either.
I hesitated, feeling the pressure of having to make a choice that I still didn’t understand. My eyes scanned the room, noting how the women were kneeling or squatting rather than sitting on the furniture. Even Donder looked perfectly comfortable on the floor beside her new rider.
Eddie, sensing my hesitation, grinned. “C’mon, Nick. This is easy. Just pick one and get us going!”
“Yeah, no pressure, just an important rule the girls have to obey,” Harold laughed. I didn’t know the guy, but he seemed easygoing and was clearly kidding.
I cleared my throat, still unsure. Then I raised Harold’s card. “Alright, fine. If someone says the word ‘fart,’ they’re in the Naughty Corner.”
"I guess if I have to pick something, I'd have to go with fart," I laughed.
"Why is that?" Mom seemed puzzled.
"Farts are funny!" I admitted, a universal truth of mine, with a grin.
"Good man!" Eddie laughed, and the others who overheard joined in. "I knew there was a reason I liked you!"
Mom raised an eyebrow at me, her expression amused rather than annoyed. “Great, now we are in for fart jokes and accusations of letting them rip all night,” she complained.
I probably was never going to make a choice my mother was happy with. I got the impression she was just goofing with me anyway.
Vixen giggled, her voice lilting with mischief. “Sounds like someone’s already complaining about the rules! Good thing he didn’t pick complaining about rules as a naughty offense!”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I felt like I had to play things straight and not be as casual as everyone else, even though it was all so lighthearted.
Eddie, clearly enjoying the chaos, grinned at me. “Alright, Nick. You made your first rule. You’re coming along nicely. Your mom thinks you need months of practice to hang out with your dad and me, but I think you’re doing just fine. Have fun with it, my boy.”
Just then, Daisy reentered the room, balancing a silver tray of Pigs in a Blanket with Dancer following behind her, also holding nachos and chips on a tray. “Alright, all you Christmas twats, squat on your toes if you want a wiener. Open wide and say ‘ahhh!’ C’mon baby birds! Let’s see those tongues! Time to pop a hot wiener in your mouth!”
All the women, including Mrs. Sanderson, immediately sat up on their toes, stuck their butts out, parted their knees wide while squatting, and held their mouths open. I found it hysterical. Mrs. Sanderson AKA Blitzen faced away from me. She had a big butt, and when she parted her knees, I could also see the brownish pink of her sphincter between her parted cheeks.
I felt bad about myself and sympathy for her – like I was peeping at her most extreme naughty place, and I blushed. I felt like I shouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation and getting a view on her body in the place she probably considered the most private part on her entire body – the center of her big fat asshole.
I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but I looked anyway – I could not help myself.
It was fascinating though – the shade of skin, the wrinkles and crinkles, the tiny tight hole surrounded by a sphincter that made the hole seem much bigger than it really wasn’t. Blitzen had huge areolas as well, and they dominated her huge fat knockers.
It was hard to keep my eyes off of her, judging from how well I remember how she looked – I don’t think I managed it.
The room had been casually chattering and talking, but as soon as my aunt burst in and gave the order to assume the position, every girl snapped into it as if they’d get in real trouble if they weren’t on the balls of their feet in seconds. I had just been told the rules were for fun, and I got the impression they were meant to be broken, so the girls could end up being punished.
Yet now, in stark contrast, they were squatting on their toes, their asses raised, knees wide apart, arms above their heads with palms flat on top, mouths open wide enough for me to see their tonsils. It was clearly intentional, uncomfortable.
They were fully exposed from every angle, and I could see much more than just their tonsils—I tried not to look at Harley, but there she was, sticking her tongue out, looking straight ahead as if this was some kind of military drill. My eyes dipped lower to her shaved pussy, spread open wide and glistening with her juices – perfectly natural like an opened oyster waiting to be devoured.
How was this "fun" for the girls? Was this kinky? It made them look silly, rather than sexy. I felt like it was designed to embarrass these otherwise big, beautiful, buxom women.
Despite the absurdity of the position, none of them laughed. A few of the men did, because the girls looked so serious waiting that way. I want to say they were comfortable enough to hold the position in front of people, but I don’t know if “comfortable” is the right word, none of them complained or lollygagged like they had earlier when they were up in front of the tree being judged. They didn’t rush, but they either took their time getting ready or stepped down, playfully quipping as they went.
My aunt moved down the line, feeding each woman with dramatic flair. She grabbed a pig in a blanket with tongs and popped it into their mouths. I saw Vixen's brow furrow as she clenched it in her teeth to let it cool down.
When she reached my mom, Comet was perched on the balls of her feet, squatting low with her legs apart, head tilted back, mouth open wide like she was ready to catch a snowflake. “There’s my baby bird! Open wide, blue eyes!” Cupid cooed, holding up a wiener with a flourish.
Mom made a sound that could’ve meant “this is as wide as I go” as she stuck out her tongue in response.
“We’re identical, sis; if I can do it, so can you!” Cupid teased, demonstrating by sliding an entire wiener into her mouth with effortless ease. She gave a mischievous grin as she stuffed another warm one into Mom’s mouth. “There, that’s about Eddie’s size—should be good practice!”
Eddie chimed in without missing a beat. “Daisy told me to give her eight inches and make it hurt, so I banged her four times and punched her in the face,” he joked, his grin wide enough to match the groans and laughter that followed.
“It’s Cupid, stupid!” my aunt corrected, her tone dripping with mock irritation as she fed Eddie a wiener in an overly loving gesture. “And for the record, I’d love to see you manage four times in a row.”
Eddie leaned back with a belly laugh. “A row? Nah, I meant four times in one month!” His self-deprecating tone had the room in stitches, the easy humor keeping the mood light and fun.
Cupid moved down the line with theatrical flair, feeding each woman and the man with her, while keeping the energy in the room electric. Dancer followed close behind, balancing a tray of nachos and cheese, offering them up with an inviting grin to anyone who wanted a snack. Her big boobs hung freely as if she had absolutely no concern about showing them to anyone. It was awesome!
When Cupid reached me, she stopped and tilted her head, the corners of her mouth curling into a mischievous grin. “Well, well, look who’s just sitting there with nothing in his hands. Want a pig in a blanket, sugar?” she teased, holding one up dramatically with her tongs.
Before I could respond, she leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially as she waggled the hot wiener in front of me. “Open wide, Nick. It’s a big one, but I think you can handle it.”
The entire room chuckled, and I felt my face flush as I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to her tone.
“Oh, don’t be shy!” she urged, tapping the end of the wiener lightly against my lips with a playful wink. “This little piggy wants to go wee-wee-wee all the way home.”
Despite myself, I laughed and shook my head before opening my mouth. Cupid slid the bite in with exaggerated precision, clapping her hands like she’d just won a contest. “There we go! My nephew’s a natural at sucking down wieners.”
The innuendo was clear, and while I could take the joke in stride, it felt a bit too familiar. She’d done the same for the women earlier, and I assumed this playful teasing was just part of her charm.
But when my Aunt handed food to the other men in the room, the treatment was noticeably different. She didn’t tease them or make a show of it. Instead, she simply placed two pigs in blankets neatly on a plate with a dab of mustard, handing it to them alongside a small napkin.
I couldn’t help but notice Mrs. Sanderson, my neighbor, giggling softly nearby. She looked at me with a mix of sympathy and amusement, like I was some rookie stumbling through an initiation ritual.
“Hey, how come I had to eat it like the girls, but all the other men get two on a plate?” I asked, my tone betraying my frustration.
“You want two? Here you go, sugar,” Daisy replied with mock seriousness, holding up another piping hot pig in a blanket on her tongs. Her grin was downright devilish. It struck me how different her expression was from my mother’s—this playful smirk seemed entirely unique to Daisy.
I didn’t bite – refusing even as she waved the hot snack teasingly under my nose.
“C’mon, you’re holding up the line,” she added with a dramatic sigh.
My father and Eddie, noticing the exchange, glanced over. Eddie broke the silence. “What’s she doin’ to ya, Nick?”
“I’m just initiating him into the V.I.P. club,” Daisy answered smoothly, her playful smile firmly in place. “This is how we feed our very important guests.”
Dancer, delicately balancing a tray as she moved through the room, chuckled at the exchange. “Nachos, anyone?” she called out, her voice light. “Cheese is extra warm, just like the mood.” Laughter rippled through the room again as she deftly dipped a nacho into the steaming cheese and fed it to one of the squatting women with practiced ease.
I marveled at how the women maintained straight faces despite biting into what had to be scalding chips.
Dancer eventually reached the men, setting plates in front of them with care. “Here you go, sugar,” she said warmly, her tone professional yet inviting.
I turned back to Daisy, still unsettled. “Cupid, you’re feeding me like the girls at the party. Why?”
She looked me dead in the eye, her smile never wavering. “Oh honey, this is something you have to do to work your way up into the upper echelon. You don’t start out at the level of the regulars here. These men have been coming for years.”
Before I could reply, Eddie’s voice cut in from across the room. “Upper echelon? Daisy, don’t start with that V.I.P. nonsense. There’s no upper echelon—it’s just you bein’ a pain in the ass to the newbies.”
The room chuckled, and Daisy gave him a playful glare, but Eddie wasn’t done. He turned to my dad, gesturing with his drink. “Did Nick even get an orientation? I mean, we’ve been razzin’ him all night, but you can’t haze a guy who doesn’t know the rules. That’s just cruel.”
Dad nodded, his expression firm. “Exactly. First-time guests get an explanation. He didn’t get one, so maybe tone it down a notch, Daisy. You’ve been layin’ it on thick, and he’s just tryin’ to figure out what the hell’s goin’ on.”
Daisy’s grin faltered, and she held up her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I don’t mean nothin’ by it.” She placed two pigs in a blanket on a plate, handed them to me, and moved on.
But Eddie wasn’t letting her off that easily. “One night outta the year, we ask you to stop being an actual Twat and serve at the Twatmas party. 364 nights out of the year, I’d help you put the Rudolph nose on the kid myself. But tonight, I want you to apologize to your nephew. And while you’re at it, let him feed you while you squat.”
Eddie offered me a confident wink, as if to say ‘you are alright, kid! I got your back!’.
The room erupted in laughter, and Daisy’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh, come on,” she groaned, but Dad raised an eyebrow, and she relented. “Alright, fine.”
She turned to me, her tone softer, more sincere. “Nick, I am so sorry. I didn’t really think about it. They’re right—you’re new to all this, and you don’t know what’s goin’ on. I tease everyone, though, it’s nothin’ personal. Do you forgive me?”
I nodded, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment from everyone watching me, especially Blitzen who was holding her tray, “Yeah.”
Eddie smirked. “Go on, Nick. Take a pig in a blanket and feed your Aunt Cupid, ‘cause she’s stupid.”
Daisy groaned dramatically but set down her tray, handing it to Blitzen. Then, to everyone’s delight, she squatted down, spreading her knees wide, and placed her palms on her head. “Alright, Nick, feed me.”
I hesitated, feeling like all eyes were on me. My dad and Eddie stood there watching, both grinning.
“Don’t look at us,” Dad said. “Go on and feed Cupid her own medicine or tell her to get back to work.”
Daisy opened her mouth wide, biting down carefully. “Okay, this is hot as heck,” she mumbled through clenched teeth, her cheeks puffing out. Once Blitzen handed over the tray, she returned to the squatting position, hands on top of her head, stuck her butt out and remained squatting.
My Aunt took back the tray with a dramatic flair. “May I stand up now and get back to work? I’ll eat this when it cools down.”
I nodded permission, although I didn’t feel it was mine to give. My Aunt could do what she wanted and usually did. Cupid stood, quickly slipping back into her usual cheerful self as she returned to serving like nothing had ever happened even though she was holding a pig in a blanket between her teeth until it cooled down.
The attention shifted back away from me, and I felt relief. I didn’t want to be the center of drama. I was already in a precarious position with my parents still unsure if I could stay at the party.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Mrs. Sanderson, leaning in with a warm smile. “That was really funny,” she said. “You handled it so well. I can’t believe this is your first time at one of these parties—you’re doing great. It’s my first time coming to one of these, too, but I had a little heads-up about what to expect.”
Blitzen’s kind tone eased some of my lingering nerves. I felt I could confide in her, and since she was still squatting on the floor in front of me – she wasn’t exactly going anywhere. I leaned closer to Mrs. Sanderson—Blitzen—and whispered, “Isn’t it painful? I mean, they stuffed that thing in your mouth dripping with hot cheese, and you’re squatting like that… How is this okay?”
“I practiced before I got here to eat like this, it’s how they feed Reindeer at the North Pole, haven’t you heard?” she said facetiously. “It’s a little painful, but I’ve given birth, so I am tough – so are all the women here.”
“I just don’t understand why they would even make you eat that way?” I asked, genuinely baffled.
“I think it’s funny to them,” she said with a shrug, her tone both resigned and amused. I assumed that she meant the other men at the party for it amusing – I couldn’t imagine my mom and sister did.
“How?”
“You are such a nice guy, to talk to me and worry if I am okay. I consented to all this, okay? I am a big girl, literally,” Blitzen looked down at her ass, and frowned as if it was too huge not to be laughed at. I thought she looked great. “It’s going to take more than some Nacho cheese to make me cry! ”
“Why would you want to be made to cry?”
“Heh, well it’s fun to feel SOMETHING, eh?” she added with a wintry smile. “Look, there are people who take pleasure in pain. I am not one of them, but I can handle some hot cheese, and pigs in a blanket, Nick. I appreciate your concern. Wait until later when we play Pin the tail on the Reindeer! You’ll probably really freak out then.”
“They pin a tail on YOU?”
“Not exactly ON, but… IN.” Blitzen paused, letting the implication sink in before continuing. “And if you stick around, you’ll play. It’s all fun and games—none of us are languishing like virgins, Nick. We came to play rough. It’s one night of the year where we’re supposed to set aside dignity, pride, and ego and just be dumb bimbos and twats.”
I frowned because she seemed to be so down on herself. I didn’t like that she called herself a bimbo or a twat. “You are neither of those things”
“Well, tonight I’m trying to be, Sir,” she replied with a snicker. The way she called me “Sir” was oddly respectful, even coy. She shifted slightly, glancing over her shoulder with her face blazing red. The movement drew my eyes to her big, round butt, and I wondered if she was embarrassed by her words or her exposed position.
I liked how she called me “Sir” – it felt like she meant it respectfully. I was a bit tongue tied as I admired the softness of her back, and the curves of her body. I think she thought I was bored because I stopped talking.
“I don’t know. It’s kind of funny to me, too,” she admitted quietly. “It’s so outrageous—I’m mortified, humiliated, and yet… I can’t stop my pussy from gushing. And squatting like this?” She adjusted her stance slightly, emphasizing her point. “There isn’t much I can do to hide that. I knew what I’d have to do as a Reindeer, but until I actually just did it – I would never know how it really felt. It’s almost like I am laughing with everyone else AT myself, I know that doesn’t make sense. It’s still early yet.”
I liked how cautiously optimistic, and sensitive Blitzen was. She wasn’t like all the extroverts at the party. She was obviously an introvert like me, but one who wanted to do something wild – and that intrigued me almost as much as staring at her oversized body parts did.
Blitzen reminded me of a Clydesdale – the biggest of all horses. They are to scale the same as any other horse, but just bigger in every way. She was like a gentle, sweet, giantess with massive tits and a huge ass.
I felt like when she chuckled for a moment and then looked at me, she was inviting me to come around to look at her pussy from where I was sitting just so that I could see the waterfall she was talking about. I stayed glued to the couch – my dick throbbing in my jeans.
I stayed quiet for a moment, not sure how to respond. From where I stood behind her, all I could see was her backside, and I could barely wrap my head around how casually she admitted all that.
She continued, her voice softer now but raw with introspection. “My life is… simple. Boring, if I’m being honest. I’m not one of those women who has men falling all over themselves to get my attention. So yeah, this is humiliating, but it’s also exciting. The audacity of it—being made to squat, eat this way, treated like some cherished pet—it’s so absurd it circles back to thrilling. It’s the most exciting thing I’ve done in years.”
Her words hung in the air, vulnerable yet defiant. For a moment, I wondered if she regretted saying it, but then she added with a small, daring smile, “And you know what? I like it. It’s naughty and wild, and for one night, I get to feel like I’m part of something completely different. It’s ridiculous, but it’s fun.”
That was a lot to take in. I nodded awkwardly, my eyes still drawn to her exposed backside. “Well,” I said, struggling for the right words, “I guess that makes sense… in a really weird way.”
She offered me a wintry laugh, adjusting her stance again to stick her butt out more and hold the squat position firmly. “Weird is not bad, Nick. We are all weird, sometimes we are just too afraid to find others who appreciate are weird, and sometimes, weird is exactly what you need to wake up a little. The key is to just laugh if you find our antics funny. The worst thing is to be the Jester that nobody laughs at.”
