Another Mom and Son Story

“I’ll sell you my T shirt.”

“But honey I bought it for you last month on sale.” (I was truly not sure if the point was Mom already owned the shirt because she bought it with household money or it had little value because it was on sale)

“Mom, I thought we could play a few hands of poker have a laugh and then sleep. I will not even last 2 hands at this rate.” She sighed & looked at me, I think she was having a little fun but no way was she going to let me know that.

“Okay, if you sell me your T shirt, I name the price and you cannot change it into cash.”

I was not even sure what that meant but I was confused for only seconds.

“What that means is I will value the shirt at 2 pounds, it is always worth 2 pounds. If you have cash in hand you have to bet the shirt. If you win a hand or two and get cash in hand the shirt bets first, always”.

“What if I want to put it on because I am cold” I tried, not really sure what I was arguing about.

“No, clothes are always bet first.” I had a hunch my Mom had seen a movie or played poker with clothes before. Or she was protecting her cash winnings. If I won I got the shirt first not cash.

“Okay Mom, I pulled the tee shirt off, threw it on the bed

I called, I lost. For anyone following, two pairs beats one pair. Mom grabbed the pot including my 2 pound tee shirt.

“Thanks Honey this is fun, now how much do you have left?” asked my Mom.

“Three pounds and a pair of cute boxer shorts, slightly used” I truly had no intention of selling my boxers to my fully clothed mother because there was no way she would put herself in the position of me being naked in front of her.

“Okay I’ll give you 3 pounds for them,” she laughed. I was not sure what the aliens had done with my real Mom but this one looked and sounded the same but appeared to be more fun.

“Only three, they look great,” I stood up & gave a 360 degree twist on one foot and sat back down on my corner of the bed. I could see Mom looking intently at my shorts, imagining winning them. I was rapidly realizing there was a very competitive side to Mom. She really wanted to win; nothing says I kicked your ass at poker like wearing the loser’s favorite underwear.

“Okay 4 that’s all.” I was not really sure if she was humoring me and I would not be taking them off, I would find out fast.

“Ante up, two pounds” as she threw in my tee shirt.

I had three pounds cash and a warm pair of boxers left. I dealt and before I could suggest I start the betting and pass, Mom spoke

“You have not anted and I bet two pounds” she exclaimed.

“Pretend they are on the bed” I started to say.

“No, no, no, you are betting them right now, they are cash equivalents and you need four pounds.”

All of you readers used to seeing stories of Moms seducing sons can just hold on. I swear Mom had no interest in me or my penis, she wanted the money, she wanted to win and she wanted to go to sleep.

I stood up turned around dropped my boxers bending forward showing Mom my ass, stood up and threw the boxers sideways onto the bed. My penis was flaccid Mom was fully clothed and kicking my ass at poker, I was being humiliated.

As I turned to sit down I noticed her skirt was twisted a little she had both legs under her body and the skirt was lying over to one side, I could see 2 calves and some under thigh on the left leg. My dick moved slightly. She was not even looking at me.

She changed one card, I changed three, leaving me holding a pair of jacks and getting a pair of threes and a king.

“Raise three pounds” she was relentless. All I could do was call with the last of my cash.

“Two pair, what do you have?”

“Two pair, jacks and threes, what about you?”

“Tens and nines” she spoke slowly. She had lost a hand. Holy crap that meant I had won. I grabbed the pot cash, tee shirt and my underwear and dragged it across the bedspread.

I had my tee shirt, boxers and eight pounds cash. I was still down but not out. Not to mention I was naked in my mother’s bedroom although sitting on my legs basically covering my crotch. My penis was a little hard. Sitting naked in your Mom’s bedroom is definitely a little sexy.

“Why don’t you get me a glass of water,” she asked straight faced. Huh, naked and still losing I am sure this was a humiliation request because I had won a hand rather than some sexual display strategy.

“There’s a glass in my bathroom, be a sweetie and get me a half glass of water”

I got up turning as I stood so she saw little of my penis and balls, she did get another great view of my ass. I filled the glass took a gulp, refilled, actually over filled it and strode back into the room. Penis still pointing down but thicker than flaccid and a little lively, it kinda bounced.

I think she glanced at me but as I looked at her face she was busy looking down arranging her skirt to cover her legs.

“Thank you sweetie,” she took the glass in her right hand, leaning forward to grab it and then turned across her chest to put the glass on the bedside drawer, twisting her body and generally looking uncomfortable. She placed the glass on the edge of the drawer. She did not even take a sip.

“Deal please honey.” I lazy shuffled the deck a couple of times and dealt, throwing in two pound coins ante between cards. I dealt fast I felt better.

“Nice deal honey, let me get a drink of water” she started to twist her whole body to get to the glass, I started across the bed to help her, making the spring mattress move just as Mom was bringing the glass to her lips, it was full it spilled on her blouse.

“Honey what are you doing?”

“Trying to help Mom”

“Well stop it, I’m all wet” I could see a wet area on the blouse from just below her neckline to where her left breast was hidden under the blouse.

“Not exactly all wet Mom,” I said defensively.

“No sweetie, but I am wet.”

“Ante up” She saw the two pound coins,

“No sweetie, clothes first” I took the coins back threw in the tee shirt. Mom threw in two pounds.

“I bet 5 pounds” she started to unbutton her blouse. I watched. Sometimes my brain works faster than others.

“Hold on Mom, how much is that shirt worth?”

“Five pounds”

“I thought the opponent valued the clothes”

“Of course honey, what do you think?” I quickly realized five pounds was pretty fair. My tee shirt was two, boxers four, if I lowered the value she might change the bet, this way I got to see bra and cleavage. My penis moved a little and blood began to flow. Even though it was my Mom, I was 19 and hadn’t seen naked live flesh in close to 3 months.

She had the blouse off in seconds stood up and took it into the bathroom. I heard running water; she was putting the silk blouse into the bathroom sink to soak because it had got wet. Too surprised by the whole domestic-ness of her action I forgot to demand the blouse was put on the bed. Main thing was I had skin to look at. Given my Mom’s matter-of-factness and speed of undress I suspected she would have taken the blouse off to soak even if it had no value.

She walked back from the bathroom I twisted my body to watch. She had big breasts, they moved a little from side to side. The bra was not see-through although it left quite a bit of visible cleavage. My penis was pointing straight out. I changed position, now I was kneeling, facing Mom, penis pointing at Mom, I moved one hand to cover my crotch.

With my other hand I bet my boxers plus a pound coin.

Time to deal the cards, I was about to ask Mom to deal so I would not expose myself,

“Nothing I haven’t seen before honey, deal please,” I actually was not sure when Mom had seen my bigger post puberty penis and hairy balls but she was running the show.

I dealt the cards, I know she looked at my penis that was pointing upward. My eyes never left her cleavage. She started to lean forward from her sitting position, almost preempting the result of the cards, like she knew she had won the hand. Her breasts started to elongate as she leaned forward, her bra was holding everything in place.

I was starring at the growing cleavage, my penis was pointing at the ceiling.

“Are you going to deal me a card or not?”

“Umm yes, sorry Mom.”

I took three, my hand was ace high. Mom bet seven pounds-my entire stash, I called and lost.

“I lost again,”

“Yes you did sweetie, now go to bed.”

She grabbed my tee shirt and boxers and threw them onto the bra on the floor, had to be a dirty laundry pile.

“Goodnight honey.”

“But we only played 4 hands,” I whined again.

I had lost my ten pounds beer money, tee shirt and boxer shorts literally in the time you took to read about it.

“Do you have any more money?” she asked looking straight at me. She was holding my money in one hand and hers in the other leaning forward on clenched fists, her head crossing the middle of the bed; hair hanging down either side of her face, her cleavage was swaying as the bed moved. Her breasts looked so sexy, I am not sure the last time I had looked at her face, I was staring at breasts even partially clothed breasts, even my Mom’s partially clothed breasts looked fantastic. I was hard, I needed to masturbate.

She slid on all fours to the edge of the bed, turning away from me. My boob seeking penis seemed to follow her every move.

“No Mom that was all I have until Monday when I get paid.” She stood up, skirt settled below the knee and she walked towards the bathroom, her bare back looked sexy and smooth with bra strap interrupting the nakedness.

I was still kneeling on the bed so I straightened my back, my penis was pointing at her like a gun barrel.

“Go to bed honey, it’s late,” she said as she walked towards her bathroom I grabbed my cock and held it tightly, she moved through the open bathroom door. Still gripping my cock I slowly pumped my hand up and down squeezing hard. I could hear water running she was probably rinsing out the blouse.