Uncle Matty

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One I really like is this single image, and I was able to extend it some.

Before Marty could respond, but who should appear. Not Santa, but Aubrey's mother, and in a purple strapless dress.

Aubrey, pooh, thass nod wine in yer glass?
Nooo mom
Audrey said drinking her glass to hide the evidence.
You know, Liz, maybe we should let Aubrey drink.
Whad? Nooo!
Whad? Yezz!
Hear me out, Liz. If we let Aubrey drink tonight at the party, she can see what it's like and learn how to drink responsibly, where we know she'll be safe and no one will take advantage of her.
Yah, mom.  Liyke uncle Matty says.
Heyyyy liz, yoo godda sry thiss mepperpint sshnapps. oh heyyyy aubrey, maddhew.  Yoo shud sry it too!
Sammy, nooo, Aubrey is only eighddeen!
Sammy had already poured a large measure in Aubrey's glass, her dress green velvet, with a high slit up each side that made underware impossible.
Shes ann adult.  Won zzrink wo'nn hurd
Pleeeze mom?
I'll look after her and make sure she only has one.
Oh ok.  Iddizzz Chrissmiss. 
Liz gulped down the last of her red wine. Her dress kept sliping giving glimpses of her niples. Sammy poured a similar measure in her glass her own pussy nearly exposed as she swayed. Liz took a drink, pulling her dress back up.
Ummmm, verry tassy.  Itz nod ssrong is it? I made Audrey promise nod t' ged zzzrunk tonight...I mean, i made herr promise nod t' zzrink, ann i doan wann herr genn zzzrunk.
Liz's glass was again empty, her battle with her dress momentarily forgotten.
Oh hevans nooo.  Iss nooo ssronger per servin' 'an a light beeer 
Of course Sammy neglected to say a serving was only a shot, and she'd given mother and daughter each about three shots worth. 
Oh, in thad case i thing aubrey c'n havve 'nuzzer, iff shhe wanns.  I nowe i doo.
Sammy poured another glass for Liz, as Liz fixed her dress again.
Aubrey, behave yourself.  I need t' mingle
Aubreys mom, Liz, staggered off.
Sooo liz, d'you wa'nn 'nuzzer? 'course yoo doo.  Juzz be warned, i di'nn stell yer mom a servin' is only a shot.  Ho, ho, ho.  Sooo yoo'd benner wash oud, yoo may welll ged zzzrunk
She poured Aubrey another three shots. 
Sssang yoo aunn sammy
Aubrey was already licking her lips in anticipation. Sammy poured herself a good measure, and sipping, staggered off into the christmas party. Aubrey quickly drank her schnaps before Matthew could say anything. Then she broke out in a fit of giggles.
What's so funny Aubrey? 
I guezz i di'nn lie t' mom
She had to lean on Matthew to keep from falling.
Kiddo, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you did. You're drunk. As are your mom and aunt. 
Oh, nooo, im beyounn zzzrunk Uncle Matty.  Im wayssed.  Whish means i kepped my promise.  Nooo more 'an sober is nod zzzrunk, wayssed is nod izzer.
Well, kiddo, your mom is probably wasted enough too to believe you regardless, and youre a young adult, I don't fucking care if you get fucking drunk.
Speakin' uhf fuggin'.  Less grab a boll uhf booze ann gow fffuck my young zzzrunk adult braimzz oud.




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