Chapter 4

DSL ladies, my mom, even Mrs. Stephenson laughed—my sister too, at her predicament, except for Evan. She wiggled slightly for effect, earning playful whistles and cheers from the group. “Happy now?” she muttered while in naughty position – nose to the floor, ass up.

Her Rider, Marty delivered three spanks with a leather strap – hard enough to turn my sister’s butt rosy pink. The group had several Christmas-themed paddles made of leather or wood, which they passed around. They weren’t big or intimidating, designed perfectly for a quick, harmless pop on the butt. Yet, my sister’s big smile even through the pain, surprised me – what kind of punishment was this?

What stood out to me most of all was the frowny shame face my sister made when she got the spankings for trying to console me. I shouldn’t have laughed at my sister’s humiliation—but it was funny.

What struck me was how the group seemed to have a double standard. The same rule didn’t apply to me, and I didn’t ask why—mostly because I didn’t want to end up being “Rudolph,” the ninth reindeer at this party.

“Delirious!” Mom laughed, holding her sides as she doubled over. She raised her glass in a playful salute. “That’s what I call taking one for the team!”

I stood there, still half-dazed, wondering if I’d somehow missed another joke. The tequila taste lingered faintly on my lips, and my thoughts circled back to the kiss. Had I done it right? Was it too much or not enough? I couldn’t tell if the laughter around me was for Harley’s antics or if they were still buzzing about my awkward debut in tongue-kissing time debut.

Eddie’s voice cut through the noise, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Hey, Nick!” He held up a shot glass, grinning like a wolf. “Half a shot for surviving the family kissy-face gauntlet. You earned it, son.”

Before I could protest, someone in the group shouted, “Oh, c’mon, he deserves at least half!”

“Agreed!” Daisy chimed in, leaning forward with her signature mischievous grin. “It’s a rite of passage.”

The group cheered as Eddie poured half a shot and held it out to me. My fingers hovered over the glass, hesitating. “Uh ... I’m not sure—”

“Nick!” Mom interrupted; her tone playful but firm. “You made it this far. Just take the damn shot. If anything, it’ll help you recover.”

The laughter picked up again, and before I could second-guess myself, I threw the shot back. The burn hit sharper than I expected, and I coughed, which earned me teasing jeers and a few claps on the back.

“Welcome to adulthood, kid!” Eddie said, still grinning.

Meanwhile, Harley, still in her awkward position, groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. “I don’t even get a consolation shot for being nose-down on Christmas Eve?”

“You?” Mom fired back; her grin practically glowing. “Naughty girls who break party rules, don’t get Santa cumming down their chimney!”

Mom’s double-entendre cracked up the group – but it struck me as incredibly forward to the point there was no doubt she meant getting fucked.

Harley groaned dramatically, her nose brushing the floor as she wiggled her rear in mock surrender. “I’m going to write to Santa, and he’s going to put lumps of coal up your butts on Christmas morning,” she pouted, her voice dripping with exaggerated despair and a bratty lisp.

Mrs. Sanderson leaned forward while the others were laughing, “Please tell us that wasn’t your first French kiss, Nick.”

The room went still for a heartbeat before erupting into a fresh wave of laughter. My face burned brighter than the tequila in my throat. “What? No! Of course not!” I blurted out, but the way my voice cracked gave me away.

“Oh, honey,” Daisy chimed in, wiping at her eyes as she caught her breath. “I’m sorry if your mom was your first kiss. If it’s any consolation, mine was so long ago I can’t even remember it—but you definitely won’t forget this one.”

Mom, sitting cross-legged with her elbows propped casually on her knees, grinned and leaned forward. “You need more practice. Your tongue is a little wet for my taste. But soft lips, Nick. Well done.”

“Mom!” I groaned, my face heating up even more – I could only imagine my father and sister’s reaction. “Do you really have to—” I stopped, shaking my head. “Never mind. I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

The laughter around me didn’t falter, and Mom leaned back with a satisfied smile, clearly enjoying the moment. “Honey, You’ve seen me beg to let any man at this party swap me for his wife, you know what that means. You’ve seen my entire ass, pussy, tits – there is no unseeing that. You’ve seen me squat to eat while Daisy fed me like a baby bird, and it’s EARLY yet. I think I can keep your secret if you keep mine. What happens at the Christmas party stays at the party.”

The group immediately echoed, “What happens at Twatmas, stays at the Twatmas!” in unison, their laughter roaring like a wave. I surmised that was obviously a core component of why some of the women felt free to behave in such humiliating ways – it wouldn’t ruin their reputations.

I still didn’t fully understand why the women were so open to being humiliated and why the men subjected them to it – but Daisy was the one who fed my mother. I hadn’t seen the red and green team swap session as the girl’s begging to be chosen – I saw it more like the men made them get auctioned off. It was clear that I didn’t fully understand the dynamic at work.

Mom shrugged casually, her grin widening. “Besides, there are plenty of girls here who will happily help you with your technique a little later.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that – there were a lot of pretty women here, and Blitzen’s eyes twinkled when I glanced up at her face after my mother suggested that. I didn’t want to seem overly eager, but that sounded good to me.

The room began to settle into a new rhythm as someone near the speakers shouted, “Play something fun!” Seconds later, the opening riff of Journey’s “Any Way You Want It” blasted through the air, drawing immediate cheers from the group.

By the time the chorus hit, everyone was singing—badly, but enthusiastically. “ANY WAY YOU WANT IT, THAT’S THE WAY YOU NEED IT, ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!” Even Eddie, who I thought was too cool to sing along, was belting out the words, pointing dramatically toward different people in the circle.

I didn’t know why, but in that moment, I felt the song hit differently. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of the night or how uninhibited everyone seemed, but I found myself humming along. It was hard not to get swept up in the energy.

The mistletoe game picked up speed again as the song faded into the background. Gary spun the stick, and it landed squarely on Eddie. The room erupted into laughter, and Eddie stood up with an exaggerated flourish.

“Well, Gary,” Eddie teased, smirking as he stretched. “The boy just kissed his beautiful mom, and you’re complaining about kissing my Hershey highway? How about we invite your mom to this next Christmas party? Think she’d be up for the challenge?”

Gary groaned, his face going beet red as the group egged him on. “Alright, alright! Let’s get this over with,” he muttered.

Eddie spun on his heel and leaned forward dramatically, pointing to the very center of his posterior. “Right here, big guy. Show me what you’ve got! And remember, this is a no-peck zone. Put your heart into it.”

The room roared with laughter as Gary grudgingly leaned down and planted a quick but solid kiss. Eddie straightened with a mockingly dreamy sigh. “Gary, I felt the love. Next year, you and I are riding the same sleigh.” The group broke into cheers, and Gary retreated to his seat, muttering about needing another drink even though he just had two stiff tequila shots.

I noticed Eddie wasn’t doing full pours. It was more about just having the shot together than it was getting drunk—or maybe they were just pacing themselves.

The room erupted in laughter after the next spin landed on Evan, Donder’s boyfriend. Eddie, never missing a beat, held the mistletoe stick high, his grin as wide as ever. “Well, well, lover boy,” he teased. “Looks like you’ve got some holiday magic to spread.”

Evan hesitated, glancing nervously at Donder, who was still stuck in the naughty position. “Oh my,” he muttered, clearly unsure how to proceed.

Donder peeked up from the floor, her expression a mix of teasing and exasperation. “If my brother can do it, you can do it!” she declared, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect. “Now go on, Evan. Don’t embarrass me.”

Eddie swung the mistletoe stick like a scepter, tapping her playfully on the rear. “Three slaps, ass up!” he announced, his voice dripping with theatrical glee.

The group counted together as Evan dutifully delivered three light slaps, each one earning an exaggerated groan from Donder. “Happy now?” she grumbled, wiggling her hips for effect.

Evan let out this heavy sigh, his eyes darting nervously toward Harley like he was begging for backup. She gave him that easy smile of hers, tilting her head a little like she was letting him in on some secret. “Don’t stress it, Evan,” she said, her voice calm but just loud enough for me to catch. “Do whatever feels right. Nobody here’s gonna judge, and anyway, what happens here stays here.”

Evan nodded like he was convincing himself more than agreeing with my sister. He still looked jittery, but her words seemed to steady him just enough to step up. I felt a little bad for the guy – but then again, he was about to kiss my mom right in front of me and my father.

Mom stood with an inviting smile, her confidence radiating. “Relax, sweetie. It’s just a kiss. And trust me—it’s a good one.”

The group collectively “Ooohed!” as Evan stepped closer. His arms hesitated before finally wrapping gently around her. Mom leaned in, her lips meeting his with a slow, deliberate intensity.

The kiss lingered, deepening as she pressed into him. Her hand slid up to his shoulder, pulling him closer. Evan stiffened briefly before leaning into her touch, his initial nerves melting into the moment.

The room’s energy shifted, the teasing giving way to hoots and cheers. When they finally broke apart, Mom’s cheeks were flushed, her grin mischievous. “See? Not so bad, right?” Her tone was playful, but the gleam in her eye suggested she had committed more than expected.

Eddie raised the tequila bottle high, his voice booming. “Hold on! We can’t let that slide without a proper toast.”

Mom took a glass with a raised brow, her grin sly. “What are we toasting to, Eddie? My spectacular kissing skills?”

“To Christmas magic!” Eddie declared. “And to Evan for stepping up.”

The crowd erupted in a chorus of “Merry Christmas!” as glasses clinked together. Evan and Mom downed their shots, and the laughter resumed.

Mom tapped her lips thoughtfully, then pretended to fan herself with her hand. “Donder, you’ve got a keeper there,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “I’d wash his clothes on a rock by hand for another kiss like that.” She sank to the floor with exaggerated flair. “Ooh, I might need to sit down. That one got me.”

Donder huffed, pushing herself onto her knees, her sass fully intact. “Who kisses better, her or me, Evan?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes. “And think carefully—I’m not going to make it easy on you.”

Evan playfully threw his hands up in surrender. “I plead the fifth on the grounds it will get my butt kicked!”

Dad leaned back with mock exasperation, leveling a playful glare at Evan. “Hey now, you don’t see me kissing your girlfriend and trying to make her blush, do you?”

Mom immediately joined in with her trademark sass. “And on a night when I’m riding Eddie’s sleigh instead of yours, Steven,” she teased my father, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The room burst into laughter, and Daisy let out a low whistle of approval.

Eddie, never one to miss an opportunity, pointed the mistletoe stick at Daisy. “You get turned on so much during the day, they should call you Showerhead.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Daisy’s grin widened. She leaned forward with mock indignation. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t be out here chasing so much cock if you could keep me satisfied, Eddie!”

Eddie feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “That’s why I love you, sweetie. I love to watch you riding cocks. His exaggerated delivery sent another wave of laughter through the group. I couldn’t believe how graphic things were getting – others were smiling at the tawdry and open way my Aunt celebrated her sexuality and wasn’t ashamed of it.

Daisy wagged a finger at him. “I love you too, baby. That’ll be my Christmas present to you—watching me ride twice as much next year!”

Even as the laughter continued, my thoughts drifted. Harley had said earlier that she kissed Mom “plenty of times.” It stuck in my head, spiraling out in ways I wasn’t ready for. Would she feel the same way about kissing Dad if the game demanded it? And what about me?

The kiss with Mom had been ... something. Terrifying and exhilarating all at once. It was my first kiss, and despite the absurdity of the situation, it lingered in my mind like a spark I couldn’t quite put out.

I shook myself back to reality as Eddie twirled the mistletoe stick dramatically, his grin promising more chaos. “Alright, people, time to see who’s next on the naughty list!”

The next spin of the tequila bottle, the mistletoe stick teased its next victim. Slowly, painfully, it slowed ... and stopped squarely on Evan. The room fell silent, everyone turning to him with raised eyebrows and barely contained grins.

“Oh my,” Evan said, his eyes darting nervously to my naked sister, still stuck in nose down, tits to the floor, ass up, legs spread. Donder’s palms stayed flat against the floor. My sister’s fingers splayed wide in what looked like a deliberate effort to ground herself. Her nose resting the polished wooden planks of my family’s living room, where she played as a little girl. I couldn’t fully understand why my sister’s expression was a mix of exasperation and faint amusement.

She blinked once, slow and deliberate as if brushing off the awkwardness of her boyfriend kissing her mother. Her lips curved upward—not quite a grin, but a subtle, resigned smirk that acknowledged this is just how Reindeer games are played. She adjusted her knees slightly, her body still fully exposed, legs apart. It was like she was leaning into the humiliation, not because she enjoyed it but because it was required in the naughty position.

The way the girls did it round-robin, so there was always a rule-breaking girl in trouble was kind of clever – but only if you expected someone to always break the rules.

I’d have been completely beside myself, and probably have an impossible boner as well.

I noticed my mom’s look of satisfaction, hard nipples, and glistening wet pussy as she sat flat on her butt next to me after leaving Evan’s tight embrace. I wondered if she was ashamed of how obviously she was aroused – it didn’t look it on my mother’s face. She seemed hungry – ready to kiss again.

I would come to learn that this entire game was just the tease – meant to create sparks and get people hornier. The mistletoe was already moving, the room buzzing with excitement for whatever spectacle would come next.

Daisy practically leapt to her feet when the mistletoe stopped on her and Mrs. Sanderson, her grin wide and unrestrained. Flipping her hair back with an exaggerated flourish, she announced, “Finally! Someone who knows how to deliver under the mistletoe.”

One of the men shouted, “Under the Cameltoe!” and my Aunt proudly exclaimed that she would drink to that!

Mrs. Sanderson, blushing furiously, rose from her spot with a nervous laugh. “Go easy on me, Daisy. I’m not sure I can keep up with that energy.”

Daisy smirked and wagged a finger. “No promises, sweetheart.” She stepped in close, grabbing Mrs. Sanderson in a theatrical embrace. The kiss started slow, light, almost teasing, but quickly deepened into something unrestrained and sultry. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, their enthusiasm rising as the kiss lingered longer than anyone expected.

Finally, Daisy broke away with a dramatic bow, turning to the group with a wink. “And that, my friends, is how you spread holiday cheer and make a pussy wet!”

Audaciously, my Aunt reached down between Blitzen’s pussy lips, fingered her right in front of us, without asking, and Blitzen stood there blushing, smiling softly while she let her sister get her turned on in front of the rest of us. Cupid withdrew her finger from Blitzen’s cunt like it was a tub of ice cream and licked it like it was delicious. “Just want to make you a little hotter, so you’ll kiss me like you need me!”

Comet blushed a deep crimson, waving her hands as if to stop the momentum. “Alright, it’s done now, I am wet – your wet, let’s kiss!” she sighed.

Mom’s radiant smile twitched for half a second, like she wasn’t sure how far to go with this in front of me. If I weren’t here, she probably would’ve bragged about whatever wild thing they were hinting at. Instead, she glanced my way, and then stayed quiet. She didn’t look ashamed—just holding back, which honestly made me even more curious.

The crowd erupted with a chorus of salacious “OOOHs,” their laughter filling the room.

I shifted uncomfortably, my eyes darting to my mom. Her usually confident demeanor cracked for just a moment, her lips twitching as if debating whether to respond. Was Eddie trying to embarrass her, or was this just about delivering some salacious entertainment for everyone at the party? Sisters kissing – always been a fantasy of mine, but now that it was my mother and aunt, I wasn’t so sure I should be watching this and rooting for it.

Cupid stepped closer, tilting her head with a mischievous grin. “Oh, hon, look at those pretty blue eyes. You know you love yourself so much you’d kiss your own face if you could. Let’s just do it so these pervs can have their show. It’ll be just like high school.”

They were prolonging this – making us wait to see the show.

From the floor, Donder craned her neck up from the naughty position. “Wait, what happened in high school? What’s the story?” she blurted, eyes wide like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Your daughter wants to know why you made out with my wife back in high school, Comet! I order you to tell everyone here your dirty little secrets and remember—Santa will know if you’re lying. Total honesty!”

Comet sighed heavily, a faint smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth despite her flushed cheeks. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Daisy and I were hot shit, Cheerleaders, Band majorettes, Beauty Pageant queens, okay? We liked boys, we liked sex, we LOVED attention, we knew we had power with our bodies, and we could get away with scandalous behavior back in our little town—shock our prudish girlfriends, turn on the boys we liked. Sometimes, we’d make out with each other’s boyfriends to see if they could tell the difference. And yeah,” she added, meeting Daisy’s gaze across the room, “we made out a few times just to mess with people,” My mom admitted to howls of approval from the others, blushing, not looking down at me.

My mom didn’t really believe in Santa, did she? Yet, she confessed to getting down with her sister to a room full of laughing friends and party guests. Wow! I wasn’t sure why my mother felt the need to get so explicit and go into detail – but it seemed like Eddie wanted to hear more!

“Is that all? Come on, I’d expect more from you two deviant Southern nymphos. Cupid, you got anything else to confess to your niece and these fine DSL ladies?” Eddie held the Mistletoe stick like a Samurai warrior would hold a two-handed Katana across my Aunt’s Butt, suggesting he might smack her with it.

“Sorry Nick, if we haven’t scared you off from ever coming back to our parties, you’ll discover that your Mom and I love sex, and come to think of it, Comet may have been MY first kiss, too. We’ve eaten each other’s peaches, and you’ll probably see us doing it again later,” My Aunt was clearly amused when she bragged about her taboo behavior, but my Mom blushed and didn’t even look in my direction.

“This isn’t 20 questions and truth or dare; it’s Kissing roulette. Let’s just get this over with,” My Mom said. Eddie made them stand nipple-to-nipple.

They both balked that he hadn’t made the others do that. “yeah, but I am your rider and your husband, and we all want to see you stand titty to titty!” Eddie replied. “Now open your mouths and kiss so we can all see it.”

It was a dick-hardening and intense kiss – something I’d never seen and may never see again.

The excitement reached a crescendo when the mistletoe landed on Cupid and Comet. The room went silent for a moment before breaking into chants of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The kiss started slow but quickly built into something deeper and more passionate, earning whistles and cheers from the crowd. Daisy and my mom held their mouths open, and tongue wrestled for an exaggerated ten seconds before leaning in and locking lips, to kiss passionately.

My Dad instructed them to keep their mouths open and touch tongues, and keep their hands flat at their sides, and they both did it. The audience of men and women howled in delight -at what seemed like an incredibly humiliating kiss. “I want you to put some feeling into it and do it right, Comet,” Dad made it clear this was payback for teasing him about his initial mediocre kiss of my backside.

My mother and aunt had a hard time keeping straight faces and avoided eye contact. Spit began to gather on the lips and drip down in a long strand.

“Just like your wet cunts,” Dad said wickedly. I was shocked by how vulgar my father’s words were, but more so that my aunt and mother took them. They both shifted uncomfortably as if they were being evaluated and found lacking.

“Steven, c’mon!!” Mom pleaded with my Dad to give her permission to close her mouth and stop kissing, but the more she did, the more my father seemed to enjoy extending the time she had to humiliate herself in front of the others. Tittering laughter -mostly from other girls who found the circumstances delicious made it feel less like torture and more like naughty teasing. Honestly, I could see my Mom and Aunt’s pussies were glistening and dripping almost as much as the spit on their open mouths for the next few minutes that they held the pose.

It was intriguing that they were singled out and made to do this – what would have happened if my Dad chose to tell ME to freeze during my kiss with my Mom? People would have probably noticed how hard I got and laughed at me the same way.

Once he finally gave Comet and Cupid permission to finish the kiss by pressing their lips together and giving each other a proper French kiss, they bowed dramatically. “And that, my friends, is how you spread holiday cheer,” my Aunt blushed almost as much by the end as my mother did.

Comet waved her hands dismissively. “I think I would have preferred kissing your butt,” she joked, blushing fiercely, wiping her mouth with her arm.

Cupid turned around, standing almost right over me, spread her ass cheeks, and begged for Comet to come and kiss her right on her southern ass.

Comet laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact with anyone and obviously ignoring my Aunt’s offer. “Alright, you’ve had your show. Let’s take a pussy wipe break before my sister creams an entire puddle of eggnog on the floor.”

Eddie agreed, “Oh yeah, I think you are both probably wetter than Flipper right now,” Cupid grinned.

The first game of the night had wrapped up, and my mind was blown. If this had been the only game we were going to play, I would have been happy. It sounded like we were just getting started. A few of the men stood around the bar area, taking tequila shots and laughing, while the others relaxed on the couches with their assigned reindeer perched beside them. Each “reindeer” was now paired according to the rules, all except Blitzen—riders and reindeer sticking together like partners in crime.

Mrs. Sanderson (Blitzen) glanced over her shoulder at me from where she sat on the floor. Her hands fidgeted like she was waiting for some kind of signal to kneel by my foot again. She looked shy but hopeful, and for some reason, which made my heart race—a weird mix of flattery and nerves. I had no idea what to make of it, but I couldn’t deny there was something kind of sweet about how hesitant she seemed.

Before I could figure out what to do, Aunt Cupid’s voice rang out from across the room, loud and unapologetically Southern. “Nick, can you help me with something really quick?” she hollered. Her timing couldn’t have been worse.

I turned, still trying to process, when Mom’s voice cut through the chatter. “My son doesn’t need to help you wipe the cream off your thing-a-ling ... oh, dang it!” She froze mid-sentence, realizing her mistake. “Naughty position!” she groaned, throwing her hands up in exaggerated frustration. She’d broken the house rule about saying son, and she knew it.

The whole room exploded into laughter. Mom gave me a mock glare, wagging her finger in my direction as she started toward the center of the room. “I wouldn’t be getting dinged like this if you weren’t here, Nick. You’re going to owe me when this is over.” She was trying to sound stern, but the little giggle that slipped out betrayed her.

She sighed and turned around, walking over to Eddie. With an exaggerated shift of her hips, she leaned forward just enough to get the spanking over quickly. I didn’t want to leave the living room. I wanted to keep talking to Blitzen, and I’ll be honest – I liked watching my mom get spanked. It made her seem less intimidating.

Harley didn’t miss a beat. “Great timing, Mom! DANG IT!” she teased, throwing her hands up in perfect imitation of Mom’s dramatic reaction because she was out of the naughty corner – that is until she said the word “Mom” – so she was back in.

Eddie was practically vibrating with excitement. “Double butt slaps!” he declared that both girls would still be spanked, and my sister would remain in the corner. He didn’t hold back as the sharp crack of his paddle echoed through the room.

Meanwhile, Harley had her own moment of reckoning. Her swap had paired her with Marty, a man close to her dad’s age. While his demeanor was kind and his smile genuine, his hand carried a surprising amount of firmness. When Marty stepped up to deliver the playful but obligatory slap, Harley let out a startled squeak before scrambling back to her seat, her face as red as her sweater.

“Nice one, Marty!” Eddie cheered, doubling over in laughter. “You’ve got good form. Been practicing?”

Harley shot him a withering look, but even she couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “Y’all are monsters. I swear. Monsters!” she grumbled, loud enough to earn another round of laughs.

Before I could watch what happened next, my Aunt led me out of the room. “C’mon, sugar. You’ll be bored of all the ass-slapping Shenigans by midnight. Kitchen. Now,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I let her drag me away, weaving through the crowd toward the cooler, quieter kitchen.

Just as we reached the doorway, a roar of laughter erupted from the living room, cutting through the relative calm of the kitchen. I glanced back, curiosity gnawing at me, but Cupid tugged me forward, her grip firm.

My aunt caught me glancing back toward the living room and waved me into the kitchen. “Don’t worry; there’ll be plenty of pink butts before the night’s over. It’s early yet, and that cute neighbor of yours, Mrs. Jones, will still be around.”

“Mrs. Sanderson,” I corrected, giving her a look.

“No, like the song—Me and Mrs. Jones,” she said, half-singing it like I should know it. I just stared at her. She snickered and grabbed some paper towels. “It’s from that movie where the guy says, ‘I’ve got one word for you, son—plastics.’ You know that one, right?”

I shook my head. “Not a clue, never heard of it.”

She rolled her eyes, moving quickly across the room, much faster than my mom ever did. “I keep forgetting that you’re wetter behind the ears than my cunt is right now. You act older than you are. That was a song about a younger guy, about your age, getting with a woman her age.” She paused and raised an eyebrow, looking pleased with herself. “Anyway, yes, put your eyeballs back in your head. I need to polish up my happy button.”

My Aunt was so crude and vulgar – but it turned me on. I stood there, stunned, as she pointed to my crotch, clearly noticing my hard-on in my jeans. “I’m not the only one who got excited out there.”

I blushed hard, stumbling for words. “I ... uh ... wasn’t...” My voice trailed off as I tried to keep my eyes focused anywhere but on her.