So they move on to the next part of the secret party
Chapter 3
Cupid had straightened by then, clearly having recovered from any lingering humiliation she might’ve felt while squatting for me. If anything, she seemed energized, tossing a quick glance over her shoulder at Dancer before finishing the last bite of her Pig in a Blanket. Within moments, she was back to her usual self, commanding attention as if nothing had happened.
“Don’t hog all the attention with your snacks, Dancer. I’ve got a reputation to uphold here! My nephew just knocked me down a peg, and even my husband, Rider, agreed I’m getting too big for the pants I don’t wear,” she said, pointing to her bare legs.
I felt a little bad for my aunt’s theatrics. It seemed like I had embarrassed her.
Dancer didn’t miss a beat, shooting her an exaggeratedly offended look. “Oh, I’m the snack-bitch? I’ll take whatever attention I can get, sweetie. Three hundred sixty-four days a year, I don’t get to play this game! He can make me squat anytime he wants, as long as everybody watches ME!” She punctuated her words with a dramatic roll of her eyes, her tone dripping with mock exasperation.
Dancer was gorgeous, but in a room of big, beautiful blonde women, she was just “one of the girls.”
Comet—Mom—jumped in from across the room, unable to resist stirring the pot. “What about Thanksgiving, Halloween, and that week you spent at Hedonism III with Eddie? That was all in the last few months!”
Cupid brushed her hands together to clear off crumbs, smoothing her hair like nothing had happened as she regained the spotlight.
Dancer gasped theatrically, clutching her chest like she’d been mortally wounded. “Sure, but Christmas is special, Comet! Now, quit complaining and put another wiener in your mouth.”
The room erupted into laughter. Cupid spun toward Mom, who was already obliging with a grin. She squatted down dramatically, her knees spread wide and opened her mouth in an exaggerated gesture. “There’s my baby bird,” Cupid cooed, leaning in. “Open wide, blue eyes!”
Mom did exactly that, letting her sister feed her a hot Pig in a Blanket while everyone around them cheered and chuckled. Cupid gave her a playful wink before moving on to the next snack delivery, leaving Mom to stand and smooth out her dress with an amused shake of her head.
The moment left me feeling more confused than anything else. I blurted out, “So, are you guys slaves or something?”
The room quieted for half a second as Mom choked on her drink, coughing as she waved her hand dismissively. “What? No! Why would you even think that?”
I gestured vaguely toward the women kneeling or squatting around the room. “I don’t know ... it’s just ... you’re all down there, and they’re all up here.”
Mom’s expression softened, and she glanced around the room before answering. “It’s more about roles we take on for the night. The women serve because that’s the theme of the Twatmas party—it’s our way of making it special. Trust me, it’s not forced or serious, and if anyone didn’t want to join in, they wouldn’t.”
Daisy—Cupid—joined the conversation, her grin still mischievous but her tone less teasing. “Exactly, sugar. It’s about giving the party a little extra flair. Sure, the women are down here tonight, but believe me, we run just as much of this show as anyone else.”
Mom nodded in agreement. “No one is here against their will. You’re the only one here against my will, and your dad overruled me, at least for now. We do this because we enjoy it. We’ve been doing it for years, and it evolves every year. Tomorrow, we’ll be bossing the men around to help clean up and put everything back where it belongs. Tonight, just happens to be about the fun of playing a role. It’s a Christmas gift to the men in our lives. We let them boss us around, tease us, play their games, even come up with party rules to keep things lively—but it’s just for the night before Christmas.”
I still didn’t get it—especially with my mother referring to herself as a Twat and pointing to her shaved pussy. I’d never seen her fully nude before, or even topless.
My sister rolled her eyes but decided to chime in. “Nick, the girls are the ‘Twatmas Twats’ for tonight—which means we serve the men.”
That sounded like bondage and slavery to me, but I really had no firsthand experience with any of that kind of stuff.
Harley pointed to her bald pussy and explained, “Anyone with a twat at the party is a reindeer girl, and we play reindeer games. We aren’t slaves. We’re reindeer, and we’ve each been assigned a rider that we have to take extra special care of. That’s why I’m here.” Harley patted the older man’s leg lovingly and nodded toward Evan, who had Prancer kneeling next to him. “My DSL sister Prancer is taking care of my boyfriend in return!”
“Hey!” Prancer waved at me, proudly.
I wasn’t sure if I should wave back—it felt like she was saying hi to me. I waved awkwardly and smiled. The girls at the party were ultra-friendly and outgoing. The only ones who seemed a little more grounded were my sister and Blitzen. Even my mother was outgoing with everyone else at the party—laughing it up and smiling like she was in a beauty pageant.
“If it helps to think of us as slaves, that’s fine, but we prefer the term Twats,” my sister said. “Because 364 days out of the year, we can be bitches, sluts, saints, or whatever we want—but not tonight. Anyone who comes to this party with one of these”—she drew my eye to her bald pussy with a finger—”has to serve someone with a dick between his legs,” she said, pointing to me. “It’s just a game. Tomorrow, I’m nobody’s slave. I’ll be back to doing Christmas with you as your big sister. And whatever happens tonight, it’s like Fight Club—don’t talk about Fight Club. It stays here between us. Do that, and maybe next year you’ll get invited back—without sneaking in.”
I couldn’t look at my sister’s pussy while she explained all this. I tried looking anywhere else, but all I saw were bare titties, asses, and bald pussies in all directions. Girls crouched, sitting on their butts, or carrying around trays of Christmas cakes.
My mom added, “I know what it looks like, Nick. It’s not slavery—it’s entirely consensual. Call it ... playful servitude, if that helps.”
“Playful servitude?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep,” Harley said, her tone light but direct. “It’s part of the whole ‘gift’ thing. Think of it like this: for one night, we’re their designated Reindeer. But it’s a Christmas gift—it’s meant to be fun. Are you having fun, little brother?”
Before I could say anything, Eddie leaned over with a mischievous smirk. “You can join ‘em, if you aren’t having a blast, buddy. I’ve got a red clown nose in my van. Don’t ask me why.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Daisy beat me to it, her drawl as sharp as ever. “I am not dressing up in the clown suit again, sweetness. That was a one-time deal, after you bought me the dress I wanted.”
“Spoilsport. See how badly your Aunt treats me?” Eddie was clearly being facetious. There was obvious love between them. I wasn’t sure why he’d want my aunt in a clown get-up, but given all I had seen tonight, I had a few theories.
The group laughed, and I shifted uncomfortably, not entirely sure whether to laugh along or ask more questions. Everything about this felt both completely absurd and strangely ... normal, like I’d stepped into an alternate universe where my family and neighbors embraced a new set of rules for the night.
“Twats the night before Christmas,” Eddie announced in a booming voice to the partygoers. Everyone turned to look at him. “Five minutes to the first Reindeer game! Mistletoe Kissing Roulette, which is a fuck-ton more fun than Russian Roulette!”
“You tell that joke every year,” one of the men yelled out, adding, “When are you going to actually play it so we can get someone to run the show with new material?”
“Fuck you, Harold!” Eddie shot back with a smirk, knowing exactly who had said it.
“His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.”
Eddie had two bottles of tequila. “One for spinning, one for drinking—and when we’ve finished that one, we’ll spin the empty bottle and drink the other one,” he promised his rowdy friends.
I didn’t drink, and I wasn’t old enough to drink. I noticed my sister cheered, though—she wasn’t old enough to drink either. I wondered if my mom wouldn’t mind if she did.
He also had a stick with mistletoe hanging from it, which he held over people’s heads when it was time for them to kiss.
The laughter around the room quieted as Eddie took center stage, twirling the mistletoe stick dramatically. “Alright, folks! Dasher, naughty box time is over.”
Woo-hoo!” Dasher exclaimed, popping to her feet.
Eddie smirked. “But you know how this works during games—nose to the floor, butt up.”
“Awww,” Dasher groaned, but she dutifully complied, lowering herself with a dramatic flair. Her nose grazed the floor, her rear raised high. “Happy now?”
“Thrilled,” Daisy teased, swatting Dasher’s beautiful big ass, playfully before taking her seat to my right. I was sandwiched between my aunt and my mom, who sat stiffly on my left, her polished demeanor in full force.
“Great. I’m between the same person, just polar opposites,” I muttered under my breath.
Cupid leaned in; her grin as wide as her mischief. “Alright, ground rules! Tonight, I am not your Aunt. She is not your Mom. And if anyone dares to say ‘Aunt,’ ‘Mom,’ or ‘Sister,’ they’re headed straight to the Naughty Corner. Agreed?”
A unanimous chorus of “aye” rang out, even Mrs. Stephenson reluctantly nodding along about a new “Reindeer Rule” which could earn the girls time on the naughty corner. I wasn’t sure why even the women were celebrating it. I didn’t see why it only applied to the women.
Eddie raised the bottle of tequila, the other bottle in his hand like a trophy. “Tequila for the brave. For those too young or too chicken, we’ve got eggnog, no wait, that’s got Southern comfort in it, but not nearly as much. But if you’re playing, you’re committing—lips, butt, or backyard. Pick only one!”
“Cheaper than therapy,” Dad quipped dryly, earning laughter from the room. I wasn’t sure what that meant.
“Alright!” Daisy clapped. “Quit the yammering and start the spinning!”
The first spin stopped on Harley and Jerry. I stiffened, watching my sister’s face flush as Jerry extended a hand to help her up. She shot me an uncertain glance but then accepted, allowing Jerry to pull her into an embrace.
Their kiss wasn’t brief or shy. Jerry cupped her face with one hand while the other rested lightly on her waist. Harley didn’t hold back either; she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as their lips met. It wasn’t just a peck—it was deep, passionate, with tongues involved. The room erupted into a mix of cheers and whistles, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Harley really liked Jerry or if she was just an incredible actress.
They didn’t mess around at this party – I got the most awkward chubby in my pants, just watching my sister kiss this total stranger.
When they finally broke apart, Harley’s face was glowing, her blush unmistakable as she retook her seat. She reached for a shot of tequila, but Mom’s voice cut through the noise. “Nope!”
Harley pouted dramatically. “Half?”
“Oh c’mon, she’s a reindeer; let the girl have a little. She ain’t driving nowhere, blue eyes!” Daisy pleaded.
Mom sighed, relenting. “One shot!”
Harley grinned triumphantly, throwing back the tequila while the crowd roared in approval. It was pretty obvious to me that she had definitely had tequila before!
The second spin landed on Prancer and Gary. Prancer sprang up with theatrical flair, her hands on her hips. “Well, cowboy, looks like it’s your lucky night.”
Gary chuckled, standing to meet her. “Let’s make it one to remember.”
Prancer grabbed his face with both hands, leaning in for a kiss so exaggerated it earned whistles and cheers. She broke away with a loud smooch, leaving a red lipstick print on Gary’s cheek. “Now that’s how you spread holiday cheer!” she declared, sashaying back to her seat.
I couldn’t believe it—the kissing lottery. I had never seen people so happy to kiss people they barely knew. I wondered if they would feel that way about me if someone landed on me.
The tequila spun again, this time pointing directly at Mom and Eddie.
Mom groaned, standing with the air of someone headed to the gallows. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Eddie grinned, opening his arms wide. “C’mon, Comet. Make it magical.”
To her credit, Mom didn’t hesitate. She leaned in and gave him what looked like a proper kiss—not too long, but enough to satisfy the crowd. Her lips moved deliberately as though she was trying to sell the illusion.
When she pulled back, she wiped her lips with the back of her arm. “Your butt doesn’t taste bad!” Mom quipped, clearly joking about pretending the kiss had been on Eddie’s butt instead of his mouth, wiping her arm across her lips to get the taste out and then taking a shot of tequila because that obviously didn’t work.
Eddie could take a joke as well as make one, and he was the loudest to laugh.
The room roared with laughter as Mom sat her bare ass back on the floor, and folded her legs, smoothing her hair with as much dignity as she could muster, though her cheeks were still slightly pink from embarrassment. Eddie just grinned and winked at her, raising the tequila bottle in a mock toast.
The fourth spin landed squarely on Mrs. Stephenson—Blitzen—and Daisy—Cupid.
Daisy shot up, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh, heck yes! This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
Mrs. Stephenson laughed nervously. “Go easy on me, Daisy.”
“No promises,” Daisy said, closing the distance between them with a predatory grin. She wrapped her arms around Blitzen and leaned in for a kiss that had the room dead silent. Daisy held it dramatically, her fingers trailing up Blitzen’s cheek, before pulling away with a flourish.
She held up ten fingers, grinning as the room erupted into cheers. “Now that’s how you kiss under the mistletoe!” she declared.
I barely had time to process the spectacle before the tequila spun again, this time pointing directly at me—and Dad.
The room exploded with laughter and whoops. “Well, son,” Dad said, his voice calm but his grin mischievous. “Looks like it’s you and me.”
I froze, my face turning crimson. “Uh...”
“Lips, butt, or backyard,” Eddie reminded me gleefully. “Your call.”
You either kiss on the open mouth, kiss on the ass, or go outside for the remainder of the mistletoe game and shiver in the nude. I feared if we had to kiss on the open mouth, did that mean on the butthole itself? Gross. I couldn’t imagine ANYONE picking the butt option.
Dad sighed, taking a tequila shot before standing. “I’ll spare you the therapy bills, son. Butt it is.”
Groaning, I reluctantly stood and lowered my jeans to expose my rear. “Jeans to the ankles,” Mom reminded me, her tone mock-stern.
Blushing furiously, I complied. Dad leaned in, planting a quick peck on my cheek.
“That’s it?” Daisy exclaimed. “Oh, c’mon, you’d have made me go for the caramel center!”
Mom crossed her arms. “You’re redoing it. You’d have made me go back, and you know it.”
Groaning again, Dad leaned in, this time planting a solid kiss that left a faint hickey on my left cheek. “There,” he said, straightening. “Happy now?”
I quickly pulled up my jeans, only to have Daisy pinch my behind. “So cute! I used to change your diaper—still looks the same!” she teased.
Mrs. Stephenson grinned. “That’s not coming off for a few days. Hope your girlfriend doesn’t mind.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I muttered.
The DSL ladies let out an enthusiastic “Woooooo!” making me blush furiously.
“That’s my son!” Mom snapped, immediately realizing her mistake—she had just broken the new “naughty rule” the group had made. There were celebratory theatrics all around when the group decided on it, but now my mom was frowning because she was the first one to be snared by it.
I felt bad that she was in trouble because she was proud of me.
“Thank god!” Dasher said, springing up from her pose as Mom groaned, knowing what she had to do. She went nose-to-the-floor, butt up, her chest pressing against the hardwood.
For a brief moment, Mom glanced at me, and it was that look—the one that made my stomach twist with guilt, even though technically, it was her fault she was down there. Her eyes seemed to bore through me, making me question every decision that had led to this moment.
But then her face softened, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she broke the tension. “I almost never get naughty time,” she said to no one in particular, with a sigh, her tone light and reflective but turned her head to me. “Am I ever going to live this down around you, Nick?”
I felt bad for her, I wasn’t sure what she’d have to endure whispered supportively; I met her eyes and shrugged. “It’s ... different, but you seem happy. That’s what matters, right?”
Mom shot me an endearing look of pride.
“Three slaps for the naughty!” Eddie declared with theatrical glee, holding up a brown leather strap decorated with mistletoe symbols.
The crowd joined in, counting the strikes from the leather strap like they were ringing in the New Year. “Three! Two! One!” Each swat landed with a sharp crack, followed by exaggerated groans from Mom and wild cheers from the group.
Mom flinched, letting out an exaggerated, high-pitched “Ow!” before laughing it off. “Alright, alright,
you had your fun,” she said, adjusting her position, wiping one finger quickly across her backside, and glancing up at me to see my reaction. I tried to pretend that I had not seen that.
I didn’t think the spanking was that particularly hard – it was three quick cracks with a leather strap. Mom had even seemed to enjoy it – but she did look a little mortified that I had watched.
My mom seemed to enjoy it much more than I thought she might. Comet shook her head, her big pink butt wiggling slightly as she adjusted her pose, which only made the group snicker.
Everyone else seemed to think this was all perfectly normal. I still wasn’t convinced I hadn’t stumbled into a weird holiday-wet dream. Suffice it to say; this is NOT the kind of party I thought they’d be having. It was so much more than I could have imagined. It was this weird world where every woman was nice, generous with her body, brought us snacks, seemed open to being humiliated and sitting on the floor, and would passionately kiss anyone if the tequila bottle lands the right way. The fireplace was crackling, everyone was laughing and having a good time, and I felt almost included.
I liked it, I just wasn’t entirely certain they wanted me here, and that made me feel like an outsider.
Mom groaned from her nose-to-the-floor position. She had her palms flat on the wooden floor by her face, pressing her nose and nipples down as well, and stuck her butt up in the air, arching her back and keeping her legs apart. “I can’t believe I am already in the naughty position and in my OWN house!”
I hesitated for a moment, then smirked, deciding to lean into the absurdity. “Looks like this is one gift that doesn’t need unwrapping. Thanks for the view, Mom.”
The room erupted into laughter, Daisy almost toppling over as she clutched her sides. “Oh, I like this kid,” she wheezed.
Mom shook her head, the hint of a grin lingering. “You little brat,” she murmured, more amused than anything else.
Eddie didn’t miss a beat, raising his tequila bottle with a grin. “Reindeers have two gifts back there, Nick—one brown eye, and one pink eye. With Cupid and Comet, they give until it hurts! And EVERYBODY gets a turn!”
“Two if you are up to it,” Daisy crowed, holding up two fingers with a lusty expression – I knew exactly what they were implying. The fact that the crowd did as well definitely shocked me about how wild my mother truly was.
The room erupted in laughter, Mom rolling her eyes but managing a small grin. “Yes, Nick,” she said, her tone mock serious. “Reindeer holes are gifts—but only for our riders and anyone they say can hop on. Not you.”
Eddie raised a hand, his grin fading just enough to give Mom a look. “Comet, that was rude. Apologize to the boy, and make it count.”
Mom blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Rude? What did I even say?”
Eddie grew serious for a moment, so that my mother knew he was not kidding. “Reindeer don’t get to act stuck up or put down others. You don’t hide your body away. You smile, show off, be playful, and serve. And tonight, you’re everyone’s Comet, not just Nick’s mom. Be honest with him! He called your holes an unwrapped gift—is it?”
Eddie’s question seemed incredibly inappropriate and direct, but no one even blinked.
I also noticed that Eddie did not get in trouble for saying “Mom”—the double standard on rules seemed really odd to me. I thought someone else might have a problem with it.
“I know, Sir,” Mom groaned and called my uncle so naturally that I almost didn’t notice, resting her forehead on the floor for a moment. “Fine,” she muttered, lifting her head slightly to look at me. “I’m sorry, Nick. That was mean of me. I shouldn’t have made you feel like I’m going to snap your head off. Yes, my twat and asshole are unwrapped gifts.”
“For whom?” Eddie asked.
My mom’s uncomfortable face began to blush with humiliation as she said, “You, Sir. My rider, and anyone you want to mount me.”
“Very good,” Eddie bent down and patted my mother on the head like she was a lovable pet.
As if to punctuate her apology, Mom knocked her head lightly against the floor again and let out a self-deprecating laugh. “See? I’m harmless. Just your friendly neighborhood Twatmas reindeer.”
Eddie, however, wasn’t quite done. “Nice try, Comet. You did okay, but this isn’t your first warning. Be nice to the boy. Three more slaps of the lash for missing the holiday spirit!”
“Hey!” Mom shouted in playful surprise.
Eddie brought down the first swat on Mom’s bare bottom with a whip-crack sound, and she bit her lip and closed her pretty blue eyes like she was savoring it. It truly was upside-down world—how was she enjoying it?
One of the guys in the group yelled out, “The beatings will continue until morale improves!”
He gave her two more swats, while the audience counted them out and giggled. Eddie counted them by simply shouting out “HO!” on each downstroke.
Eddie grinned. “Reindeer have three Ho-Ho-Holes, and they know how to spread Christmas cheer.”
The double entendre was so thick, I could cut it with a butter knife. I had to cross my legs and adjust my cock because I had a painful boner in my pants. Blitzen caught me mid-tuck, and our eyes locked. She had such lovely, innocent doe-eyes. I blushed and looked away, but not before she recognized what I was doing. For a moment, I felt like we connected, though I wasn’t sure if she was judging me or finding the whole thing as absurd as I did.
Mom’s face and butt turned a faint pink as the group cheered and laughed. Eddie chuckled, clearly pleased, and said that every girl should have an ass as red as Santa’s coat. “Now, that’s the holiday spirit!”
Eddie clapped his hands, breaking up the moment. “Alright, alright! Enough smacking booties and attitude adjustments. Let’s get back to the game. Spin the bottle, Nick! Let’s find out who you’re making kissy face with.”
“Or kissy butt!” Harley chimed in, hopefully, winking at me from across the circle.
Wow, it was really my turn—this meant I was going to be kissing someone, but who? There were easily five women in the room who weren’t blood relatives—any of them would be fine. I tried not to think about what would happen if it wasn’t one of them.
Eddie spun the bottle with a dramatic flourish, and the room went quiet as everyone watched it slowly turn. My heart pounded as I avoided making eye contact, silently praying it wouldn’t land on Mom or Harley.
The bottle slowed, teasingly pointing between Mom and Harley, before landing squarely on Mom. The room fell into a hushed silence, everyone holding their breath. I couldn’t believe my shitty luck -Who was next, Harley? Eddie?
“Well, I guess that’s what you get for sitting next to him,” Cupid teased with a wicked grin.
Mom’s face turned a delicate shade of pink as she glanced at me. “Wait a minute. What’s wrong with me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Would you rather kiss Cupid? Just imagine it’s her.”
I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Mom, I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” Harley exclaimed, cutting me off and pointing at the table dramatically. “This is piping hot, and I am here for it. Go ahead, Nick, spill it!”
The room erupted in laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, holding up my hands. “Okay, fine. Nothing’s wrong with you, Comet. I’m just ... uh, let’s say I’m exercising my right to be thoroughly uncomfortable about this situation.”
My mom remained in the naughty position – I assumed that was the rule – ass up and tits to the floor. However, she did look up at me. I guess she had to wait until I decided what I was going to do. I stood over her reluctantly.
Comet looked up at me from the floor, unsympathetically. She seemed to sense my apprehension and reluctance. Her lips twitched into a sly smile as she glanced at me sideways. “Oh, really? You think you’re uncomfortable? Try putting your nose to the floor you waxed this morning, nipples flat against the floor, ass up, with your legs apart. Then we’ll talk about ‘uncomfortable.’” Her voice had a teasing edge, but there was no real malice in it. “I have to be nice to you because I am a twat, Sir pucker up!!”
I have to admit that I really liked it when my mom called me sir – quite casually. It didn’t seem like a requirement, but I had noticed all the girls do it now and then when talking to the men.
Mom was being playful, and trying to deflect a little with humor while being a good sport about it, and a far better one than I would have been. I would have been so mortified that I’d probably have gotten sick. The smell of tequila in the air didn’t help – it made me a little nauseous.
Eddie, sensing the moment, stepped in with flair, spinning the mistletoe stick dramatically. “Well, folks, looks like we’ve got ourselves a rare Triple Spin moment! Two ‘opt-outs’ already—what’s it gonna be this time? Are we calling it a hat trick, or is Nick breaking the streak?” He looked directly at me, his grin wolfish. ““There are guys who would pay $100 bucks to kiss your mom just once, I should know, I’ve made a fortune when we go on vacation”
My mother chucked playfully but did not deny it.
The room erupted into a flurry of suggestions:
“You can always kiss the butt, son, no shame in it,” Dad offered his advice, his tone light but serious. It might be the option with the least amount of shame attached to it. I suspected somehow, I’d say yes, and they’d say for women – of course, you have to kiss them on the “Ass-Ho-Ho-Ho!!”
Harley smirked, leaning in. “Forget that, kiss, kiss, kiss!” she chanted, joined by a few others.
Daisy’s voice cut through the chatter like a whip, her tone dripping with mock seduction. “Or ... you could fantasize about MOI? I mean, it’d be a first, someone kissing another woman and thinking about me. I like the idea.”
Mrs. Sanderson shifted uncomfortably, lifting one of her pendulous boobs and adjusted herself. “Oh, come on, folks. It’s his first time playing, and it’s his mom. Don’t make it so weird!”
Her comment went unnoticed by most, but I appreciated the effort. Maybe it was her soft-spoken tone, or maybe everyone was too entertained by the awkward spectacle of Mom and me squirming. Mom, for her part, didn’t seem eager to take the ‘easy out’ and kiss me on the butt cheek—or head for the door. She came to play and made no secret that she would follow every rule.
Comet raised an eyebrow, her voice calm but firm. “Rules are rules, Nick. You heard them when Eddie laid them out. You wanted to be a big shot and crash this party I specifically told you not to come to. Honestly, I didn’t want to kiss you either, but I’m inclined to say this is your punishment. If you are this disgusted by kissing me on the lips, you aren’t ready for the other Reindeer Games!”
Eddie warned my mom he’d pop her butt, and this time she would NOT like it (very much) he added playfully before reminding her that I can tease her – it doesn’t work the other way around. “You want to punish him, do it outside of the party.”
Then he turned to me, his tone playful but direct. “Nick, you’ve got two choices: stick to the rules or take a walk out that door. No one’s forcing you, but if you stay, you play. Simple as that.”
I glanced around the circle, feeling the weight of every pair of eyes on me. The tension was palpable, but so was the playful energy. I inhaled deeply, straightened my shoulders, and nodded decisively. “Alright. Let’s just get it over with.”
My mom sighed and frowned – no doubt unhappy with how put upon I was. She was probably feeling the same way. She wouldn’t even be in this situation if I hadn’t come snooping around. I felt about that. I could see why she didn’t want me at the party now.
Eddie grinned, stepping back with a flourish. “That’s the spirit! Everyone, take notes: this is how you handle a kissing challenge like a champ!”
I moved closer to my mom, my heart pounding as the cheers turned into a rhythmic chant. I had to make a decision. When I looked down at her at my feet, I realized her gaze had softened just slightly, her earlier playfulness tempered with a touch of genuine affection. This was going to be a very non-Mom/son kiss if I had the courage to play, and we both knew it. I regretted my decision to join in—I wanted to kiss some random DSL lady or my neighbor. Was it worth this humiliation?
Comet sighed and adjusted her position, her nose grazing the polished floor she had waxed earlier that day, periodically looking up at me. My mother’s ass was raised high in the air, her long legs framing the scene, making my already-pounding heart race even faster.
“Even if I was allowed to stand up right now,” she said, her tone laced with exaggerated patience, “I might still be bending down like this anyway if you take your dad’s way out. Just remember—this was your idea to join the party.”
It seemed so humiliating to make my mom play from the floor this way – I felt bad for her. I guess that was the idea of being in the ‘naughty position’. If you don’t like it – don’t be naughty.
The problem, as I saw it was that these women seemed to enjoy showing off and loved attention, including my mother.
My face burned as I shuffled uncomfortably, the weight of the room’s laughter pressing down on me. For a brief moment, her eyes flicked up at me, soft yet accusing, like she was calling me out for sneaking cookies from the jar.
“If I kiss you, I won’t be in trouble for coming here?” I asked, trying to gauge her reaction – and get a promise that I wouldn’t face a penalty tomorrow. I think my mom thought I was trying to be insulting in some way. She seemed offended but not angry.
She raised a brow—or at least I think she did, given her head was still tilted downward. “I’m not going to suspend you for showing up. The guys have already told me to watch how I treat you – you are here, so don’t break the rules. As long as you play the game, I’m good. I’m not that desperate for a kiss, though—you can kiss my cookie for all I care. Just decide: play the game or leave.”
I got the impression cookie meant either ‘pussy’ or ‘asshole’, and I wasn’t going to ask if she meant that literally because I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
I swallowed hard, the room falling silent as everyone waited for my response.
“Okay,” I finally said, throwing caution to the wind. “Kiss.”
“Finally!” Comet said, her voice a mix of exasperation and relief.
I hesitated, then stepped forward, feeling like I was walking into a gladiatorial arena. Mom pushed herself up from her previous position, brushing imaginary dust off her knees as she stood. Her expression was unreadable for a moment before it softened into something I could only describe as mischievous resignation.
“Well, I suppose if we’re doing this,” she said, her voice steady but her grin sheepish, “let’s at least make it convincing. Close your eyes, and you’re out of the will.”
The room burst into laughter, but I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. “Uh, okay, so ... do I—?”
“Right here.” She tapped the center of her lips with her index finger, her eyes locking onto mine with a glint of amusement. “And none of that darting your eyes around, look at me right in the baby blues. This is what you get for crashing the party.”
I froze under her gaze, her tone playful but authoritative enough to make me straighten up. My heart thudded so loudly in my chest. I was sure everyone could hear it. I didn’t dare look away, even as she stepped closer, her hands lightly resting on my shoulders.
The room had gone silent. I could feel every set of eyes on us, the weight of their collective anticipation pressing down on me. Her expression shifted slightly, a hint of awkwardness blending with determination. She leaned in, her lips parting just enough to make the moment feel dangerously real.
“Relax,” she whispered, her tone softer now, almost conspiratorial. “It’s just a game, naughty but not real.”
Her lips met mine, warm and soft, with just enough pressure to satisfy the rules. My instinct was to pull back immediately, but I stayed put, locked in the moment as her lips lingered for a fraction of a second longer than I expected. I felt the faintest flicker of her breath against my skin, and my brain went blank.
When she pulled back, her expression was unreadable for half a beat before she gave me a quick, lopsided smile. “There. See? Not so bad.”
The room erupted into cheers and applause, breaking the spell. I stepped back, feeling the heat rise to my face as Harley wolf-whistled from her seat. “Mom, that wasn’t even fair! You’re gonna give the poor kid an identity crisis.”
“Harley!” I snapped, my voice cracking slightly, which only made the group laugh harder.
Mom raised an eyebrow at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You did fine,” she said with a small shrug, her tone light but teasing. “And for the record, that’s one party rule you’ll remember.”
Eddie clapped his hands, grinning ear to ear. “Now that is what I call a proper tea-time challenge! Round of applause for the champ and his ... uh, overly enthusiastic partner!”
Mom leaned back in her chair, smoothing her hair with mock dignity, her cheeks still faintly flushed. “Not bad, Nick,” she said slyly, glancing my way. “You’re a decent kisser, you know.”
I felt my face flush even harder, the tequila lingering on my lips as my brain scrambled for a response. I didn’t get a chance to say anything because the room burst into laughter again when she added, “And hey! A lot of men would love the taste of tequila off my lips!” Her grin widened when she caught me subtly wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Hey, don’t wipe it off!” she teased, laughing. “I worked hard for that shot.”
As I stood there, still trying to process what had just happened, Harley leaned toward me, clearly trying to console me with a grin. “Hey, I’ve kissed Mom a bunch of times. It’s no big deal.”
The words hit me sideways, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cringe. The room didn’t hesitate. The laughter that erupted was uproarious, cascading around us like a tidal wave of chaos.
Eddie’s head snapped up, his grin growing impossibly wide. “She said Mom! Naughty position, Donder! You are reindeer and Comet is just your adorable reindeer sister on the same Green team!”
Groaning dramatically, Donder dropped down, nose to the polished wooden floor, and stuck her bare bottom up for a spanking. “This is rigged,” she muttered, dropping into the position with flair—
“Three for the road!” Eddie announced, delivering three swift pats that echoed in the lively room. Donder wiggled her rear in exaggerated defiance. “Happy now?” she said, her tone dripping with mock annoyance, earning cheers and applause from the group.
“AH-HAHAHAH!!!” Mom’s laugh rang out above the din, loud and unrestrained. She grabbed the tequila bottle and poured herself another shot, raising it high in salute. “Naughty position! YES! High five!” She thrust her hand toward me with an exaggerated grin, her face flushed from the shot she’d just taken.
I froze for a second, still clueless as to why everyone was laughing so hard, but her outstretched hand prompted me into action. I slapped her hand for the high five, more out of reflex than anything else. The sharp smack of our palms only fueled the raucous energy in the room.
Her grin widened as she turned to Harley, pointing with delight. “Rules are rules, sweetheart! You said ‘Mom!’ And you know exactly what that means!”
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—Harley had just broken the rule about addressing someone by their family title. Suddenly, it all made sense: the laughter, the high five, the over-the-top reaction.
“Oh, man!” Harley groaned dramatically, dragging her feet as the laughter grew louder. “Really? You’re doing me like that?” She gave me a halfhearted glare before moving to the center of the circle to take my mother’s place as the “naughty” girl – who has to play the game ass up, nose on the floor!