The Night Before Christmas 2

Chapter 2

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 ***********ion 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.