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LADY CROFT: Santa Clause Her husband had never been so drunk as when he played Santa for his office’s Christmas party.  Now, to start, she’d been mad when he agreed to play Santa. The party was on a rented out floor  of a gorgeous hotel, it was a lingerie and pajama party (which she had history with), and there  was going to be an open bar, dancing, and you can bet your ass, sex. Their corporate masters  were rewarding a very successful year by paying the bill, and then quickly LEAVING. That it was an anything goes party was KNOWN, and she was very excited about it. They’d  brought their oldest son, because he was old enough, because he’d just lost his girlfriend, and  because, in an environment like that, an umbrella could get laid (in fact, one did). But no, she couldn’t dance with anyone because her husband was playing Santa, with drunken  office boys and girls sitting on his lap and saying the things that people say when drun...

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LOOK SON, NO HANDS She wasn’t going to suggest that it had started innocently, after all, nothing with her ever did, and  she was proud of that. But the Mother of two had never meant for things to go as far as they did  either.  When her oldest Son turned 18, she and her husband had sat down with him, and explained to  him that they’d been kicking him out of the house every weekend, one way or another, (thank god  for camp), because Mommy and Daddy were secretly swingers. To which he replied, “duh”. He’d  known, he just didn’t want to talk about it. So, they gave him his space, he gave them theirs, and  now they didn’t need excuses, he just wandered off on his own!  Then her youngest Son turned 18, and they figured it would be more of the same… yeah. It  wasn’t, and, actually, it gave them questions about their oldest…  See, her Youngest Son argued, that, now that he was 18, he wanted to stay on the weekends,...

YOUR PRINCESS IS IN THE WRONG GAME: (Princess Mom the Gamer) Mom wanted to give me, “a very special Thanksgiving Treat”. And, I can’t tell you how excited I  was about it! See, while most Mom’s might have meant, a slightly larger piece of homemade pie,  the relationship that my Mom and I had was a slightly different one.  You see, over the years leading up to that moment, some key facts had come out about Mom,  Dad, & me. I’d learned (after I was 18 of course), that my parents were kinky as hell. I’d learned  that my Dad’s favorite thing was my Mom, and that he loved to hear about, watch, and listen to  his favorite thing being used in all kinds of fun sexual ways. I’d learned that Mom was okay with  this, because, to put it gently, she was an insatiable slut for all things sex; and lastly I’d learned  that, as long as I was an adult and okay with it, I was not exactly “off the menu”.  So, when Mom told me she was...