"Sitdown! It's time we had a little chat, young lady."He sat down, but he was still looking angry."You ungrateful spoilt brat. Do you have any idea ...ow hard it is beingme?" I said angrily. "Not knowing if your stupid poorly paid husband isgoing to come home alive? Worried that your son might be stupid enoughto go off and join the army too? Worried about how you are going toafford tuition to help your son to get a good job when he leaves schoolbecause you know his grades aren't good. The group was there in the lobby when I arrived, they had a little bistro in mind and so off we went. A couple of bottles of wine and some nice pasta later and everyone is finished, I had been chatting away to a couple of them and we decided we could go on to the nightclub just across the road.The night club was dark, the girls in their little nothings were circling the guys. A strip club – always good to see the girls in action, never know what gets you going! We sat down and ordered some. They chattered all through clean up of the dishes about what Santa was bringing them. They gathered in the living room, Nathan allowing the kids to stay up to watch two Christmas classic cartoons, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman. Then it was baths and bed.Even Michael went to bed early, excited about the next day. The girls closed their eyes the instant they were kissed goodnight, Carlie smiling from the doorway and then it was quiet.Nathan took her hand and led her. "Say it." "Because I am a slut," Mom repeated like an obedient schoolgirl. My beautiful, Christian mother, now slave to her lust. "Good girl," Dan whispered, "you have earned it." Saying this he ran his tongue along her ass crack, finding her asshole, and licking it. Mom squealed with pleasure. "Jack me off, Aunt Hayley," Dan said, "and you'll get some more of this." Without a word my Mom started pumping his cock slowly while giving little kisses on his cockhead and balls. Dan pulled and.