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  GETTING THE GROCERIES: A Kinkston Tale I uh, I misread the situation.  First off, it is worth mentioning that I live in Kinkston , so the whole town that I live in is themed in  sex. Our redlight district is a shining metropolis, and 80% of our economy. It has everything.  Naughty car washes, themed restaurants where the wait staff are on the menu, and so much  more.  So, both my parents, and even my big sister, had jobs where, like most people from Kinkston,  they were semi-sex workers. That said, whatever you grow up with, you tend to think of as  normal, no matter how abnormal it might seem to others. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Mom is  still MOM, and therefore a goddess, sacred and pure; and all that other normal, family stuff  applies too. It doesn’t change your dynamics. It is just that, when someone tells you they wash  cars and give handjobs, you aren’t shocked.  My Mom, for example, was a Concierge at an upscale hote...

  Pillory Slut My Son had been asking after “the lifestyle” for years. His Father and I had always been very  open and honest with him when it came to sex. That is probably why when he was halfway  through high school, he’d asked enough questions about kinky sex and kinky lifestyles that he put  two and two together, and finally worked up the courage to ask his Dad and I how we always  managed to have answers immediately available no matter how kinky the question. So, we told him. Mommy and Daddy were swingers, and fans of roleplay, bondage, and every  other thing he’d ever asked after. We knew, because we knew. After that, the questions came a  lot faster, and got a lot kinkier. But while his Dad ran into some trouble explaining certain  subjects, I tended to have a lot of fun with it. I liked answering his questions in ways that made him squirm. I’ll admit it. For example, when he  first asked me if girls really enjoyed being made airtight,...