On cue, the other men at the party shouted their thunderous reply: “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!”
“Guide these whores home safely, make sure they perform all nine songs, get some good pictures, and we’ll see you in about an hour,” Eddie pulled my mom over to him and put his arm around her. “Don’t waddle away angry, Aunt Cupid! He started to explain what I had to do, but my dad interrupted. “You look like a reindeer to me, someone who should be humiliated, teased, fucked hard, and put away wet every night of the year, bitch! “Your cunt flaps are for holding back the piss and cum, so it doesn’t just drip out after you get nailed! I want to stay behind!” My mom begged as she wiggled her ass. “If you want me to take you next year to this party and find someone who wants to swap for you, then you’ll learn to do better than that, Twat!” I insisted with a smirk. Manipulation, cruelty, rudeness, putting down men, sucking dick, eating pussy, eating reindeer feed, and being farted in?” she listed the “official” uses off, trying to remember the entire list that must have been taught to her by my mom.
