Another Mom and Son Story

The water sound I had heard was the shower running. Mom had dropped her skirt onto the floor and was stepping out of it. She bent down, bending at the waist her panties although designed to cover both cheeks had ridden up when she was sitting on the bed. I could see her glorious naked right butt cheek. What was left of the panties was tangled tightly into her butt crack, so tight I could see a couple of brown hairs peaking out on the right side of the crack. My cock jerked higher.

My body was still frozen I know the human eye sees movement much easier than static shapes and colors. Mom picked up the skirt did a quick fold and hung it over the shower rail, away from where the water hit. Then she did the move every man knows by heart, both hands went behind her back grabbed the bra strap and undid it in one seamless movement. She did the shoulder hunch and leaned down, the bra slipped forward; she held the cups as she hung the bra on the shower rail. I could see side boob, heavy pale side boob. Next she put thumbs under each side of her panties and pulled the panties down in one smooth practiced motion, stepping out one foot at a time dropping them on the floor by her feet. As she pulled off the panties I had gotten a great view of her butt hole, puckered, closed and small. Surrounded by pale fuzz with some lower darker hairs connecting into her pubic hair which I could see was dark not bushy and barely covered her vagina. I could make out the base of her outer lips; the sight was seared into my porno memory banks. I looked up in time to see the side of her right breast as she moved to remove the panties. I saw side nipple on one boob as they swung down, the nipple was big and dark. My penis was stretching for gold.

She stood up fast; all I could see was naked back and butt.

Then she yelled, loud and unexpected, I drew back onto my heels away from the bathroom door, my entire brain had been concentrating on Mom’s naked body, “GOODNIGHT HONEY, see you in the morning.” She shouted assuming I was in my bedroom. I got up fast ducked out of her bedroom, sprinted to my bedroom door and yelled back,

“GOODNIGHT MOM.”

My penis felt like it would remember the sight of naked Mom without my brain to help. I jumped into bed and jerked off for an hour savoring every view of my naked Mom’s body in my mind until I could hold it no more. I came more fully than I ever had. The minute I thought of Mom’s body again I was hard. Eventually I went to sleep, my cock would be sore in the morning.

Friday morning I woke up fast. My rock hard cock was awake before me. I started jerking off slowly, partly because my penis was still a little sore from last night, partly because I had deliberately limited my fantasies. I had jerked off the night before on the memory of my naked Mom, ass, asshole, pussy lips, boob and nipple views, and cleavage and maximum skin. I did not jerk off.

I went downstairs after my shower, ate some toast and drank my tea, said hello to Mom.

“Morning sweetie, we stayed up too late last night.”

“Does that mean I get my money back?” I asked, Mom laughed out loud which was rare.

“No honey, poker is for keeps, you lost fair and square, if you had won would you give back my money?”

“You know Mom I think I would”

“Well you’re an idiot son,” she said. She was not laughing.

“When you play poker you play to win and you play all out. Whatever it takes, use every skill and tactic to stay in and win.” I was staring straight at her face, she looked intense I realized she was telling me something important, something she had learned through experience, I would realize in a moment she was wearing a partially see thru night gown and underwear.

“You have to play all out, if you have a great hand you find a way to stay in the game, never duck a winning hand they do not come by very often. If it does not win and you played all in you should not feel bad if you lose.”

“Son I could tell you stories about poker games when all was nearly lost and through perseverance and some luck your father or I came back to win from near impossible situations.”

I realized Mom and Dad had played poker for more than 20 pounds and probably won and lost big bucks a few times in their past.

She continued

“Son, in poker you can take the chances you would be crazy to take in life. You can lose all your money but its money you took into the game along with your skill, talent and luck and at the end of the game you stand up and walk away. In life if you make a wrong decision and things turn out badly you cannot stand up and walk away.” This had to be the longest and most intense conversation I had ever had with my Mom. Her nipples were pointing at me through her bra and night dress. I stared at her erect nipples, she realized what I was staring at, turned and stepped away.

“Go to work son.” I went to work.

Dad came home Friday afternoon; Mom had bought and cooked very good steaks for all three of us, she told him to thank me for the food, never explained why. My father seemed exhausted and did not ask.

Monday I got paid, early Tuesday Dad went out of town back to some recently re-named Eastern European country to show them how to program and set up an industrial filtering system or 2.

Tuesday night with money in my pocket but no starter motor I was watching the 9.30pm movie on TV. Many Tuesday night movies were ‘B’ movies with second tier actors and female nudity. Tonight was no exception, The Hot Spot; a pretty good movie featuring a naked Jennifer Connelly and feisty Virginia Madsen. The movie also featured a plot, some suspense and action. Mom appeared in the room seemingly every time there was a sexy or naked actress scene. The second time I got a witty comment the third time,

“What are you watching dear?”

“Great looking naked women Mom” I answered and then just in case she missed my pause,

“These women look fantastic Mom.”

“Well they are young and beautiful, sweetie”

“Firm and beautiful more like”

“That’s enough of that”

“But Mom I am a growing teenager; there is nothing better than female nudity.”

“Hmmm” she muttered continuing her walk through the room to the kitchen.

My brain switched on,

“Mom how are you enjoying my boxers?” Neither of us had said a word about the poker game the previous week.

I had acquired some new playing cards going so far as to walk into town and buy 2 new decks with matching backs.

“Honey they look great and fit well” she was being funny, a good sign.

“I got paid Monday; I really want those boxers back do you want to play again?”

Silence followed. Maybe she had not heard me I was about to speak when she did,

“How much do you have?”

“One hundred and ten pounds how about you?”

“Fifty”

As my readers have guessed I am no poker expert however I do know poker is not really a game at all. Mom had added to my awareness with her competitiveness chat but even I knew the overwhelming rule of poker is; go into a game with the same stakes as your opponents or you will be in trouble.

Poker is about betting and bluffing, cash helps you win. The more you have the higher you can raise, the bigger you can bluff, the more hands you play the better chance you have.

“Okay sweetie, let’s play cards”

“Where Mom?”

“How about the same place as your last pathetic attempt at winning”

“Those are my favorite boxers I am going to win them back.”

“Mom, I’m wearing shirt, shorts, tee shirt and underwear, you have to wear the same number of clothes just in case.”

“No way honey, I am wearing what I am wearing. This is not a strip show, this is an exchange of cash, you lose your cash to me”

The conversation was carried on loudly as I rushed upstairs to grab my two new decks of cards placing one in a side pocket.

“Mom you are not even putting up as much money as me, at least we have to carry similar clothes values to keep the game fair just in case.”

“Then shouldn’t you be wearing 10 shirts and twenty pairs of pants to have a chance” she nearly laughed but it came out as a sneer.

“Okay sweetie hold on.” She pushed her bedroom door closed just as I walked up to it. Two minutes later it opened she was wearing a skirt down to her knees and a dark blue blouse that covered whatever was underneath.

“Let’s go honey, deal”

“Mom you are wearing only 4 pieces of clothing aren’t you?” I needed to be sure. I did not want her playing with fifty pounds in cash versus my 110 in cash and my low value clothes. In my mind her bra and panties if we ever got that far were worth a lot of money. Naked Mom is worth quite a bit to a horny teen.

“Of course honey”

I side shuffled, slowly and dealt.

“Ante up, five pounds sweetie”

“What about a two pound ante Mom?”

“No, we have more cash to play with, let’s play sweetie” I was beginning to think Mom had a little gambling problem. It was OK to be confident but she seemed to think she was invincible. At this stage all I wanted was my underwear back, some cash for a starter motor and some partial nudity featuring my Mom.

We played a few hands I won the same number of hands as her but for bigger pots.

All hands had been played for cash so I asked,

“Mom I thought you would be playing with my boxers, where are they?

“Laundered, clean and feeling very comfortable son”

“You’re wearing them?”

“Yes dear and they look fabulous.”

“Well if you keep playing like this you may need them, I joked” She looked surprised and counted the cash. I had one hundred thirty, she had thirty left. I had to be careful about mentioning clothes removal but wanted to make sure it was at least “on the cards.”

“Oh honey, I thought I was doing better than that, I really need this cash for food for the house.” A week ago I would have caved immediately, offering to repay some or all, I was now tougher and meaner.

“Tough titties Mom, only play with what you can afford to lose.” I was loudly shuffling the playing cards on the bedspread, cutting the deck and shuffling the cards like a real dealer. She lifted her head noting the shuffling and looked straight at me no sound no movement but I thought I saw a little respect in her eyes.

“You are right son, let’s play.”