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Pears And Strawberries

Date: 6/12/2017, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

for our bridge-evenings while Mom sat on a stool sipping a glass of whine, watching me and at the beginning giving me some advise, mostly how to use the kitchen-knife and other practical stuff, never interfering with the spicing or cooking-times and such things. We had been having our bridge-evenings for about a year when Aunt Caren called at the absolute last minute canceling the evening. Emma had come down with the flu but had insisted to go anyway but her temperature was to high for her to go anywhere. So there we were with a lot of food, opened wine-bottles and no-one to share them with. "Well, we have to do the best of the evening anyway," Mom said. "We have our meal and play something else. There's a lot of games you can play with only two players, you know." Mom drank a lot of wine and she didn't object when I took a second glass. After dinner I cleared the table and we sat for a while talking about nothing while Mom had another glass of wine. By now she was a little giggly and happy. I loved it when she laughed so I didn't mind that she drank a little to much once in a while so I didn't object when she took the last opened wine-bottle as we went into the playroom and sat across each other by the card table. "What is there to play with only two people?" I asked, rather eager to learn another game. "Oh there're lots of games. Gin and... and... Oh yes! Poker! That's one of the hardest games to play well. It takes years to master it." "OK. Lets play some poker then," I ... said. Mom explained the rules to me and after that we played for a couple of hours. Mom finished the wine and when she asked me to get her another bottle I asked if she wouldn't rather have something else to drink. I meant a mineral-water or something soft but she misunderstood me. "Yes. You're right. Poker is played with beer and whisky-chasers not wine. You know, you can have a beer too if you like. If we're gonna play some serious poker than it have to be the serious way." I shrugged my shoulders and got a couple of beers and a bottle of whisky. Mom took a rather generous gulp of the whisky and a few swallows of beer to soothe it. "Have you ever d***k whisky?" she asked me. "No." "Good. You shouldn't you know. You can taste it, just as you can taste the wine. A couple of beers aren't that bad either. But the hard stuff I want you to leave alone in greater quantities till you're eighteen," at this she smiled a little doubtful at me. "But you should know how it tastes." She handed me her glass and I took a little sip of the beverage and felt how it burned its way down my throat, numbing my mouth for a short while, and then the tastes hit me. This was something that I could grow to like! "Mmm, very good," I said in a little choked voice which made Mom laugh a little. "Are there any other ways you can play poker?" I asked after a short silence. "Oh, sure. Do you know what your dad and I used to play?" she smiled. "No." "Strip-poker! He loved it and we used to..." She silenced. ...