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Pears And Strawberries

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

Not a sad silence, only such a silence that occurs when you've said a little too much and don't know if you should go on or not. "Strip-poker?" I asked and took the deck in my hand. "How many cards do I deal? Five?" Mom looked at me and suddenly she burst out in a heartfelt laugh. "Oh what the heck. Yes. Five." I dealt us five cards and looked at Mom for her to start the bidding but she just threw three cards. "Aren't you gonna bet? I asked. "We have, dear. Strip-poker is one long bet." "Oh," I said not understanding a thing but did as she, threw three cards, keeping a pair of sixes. I gave Mom her three new cards and the same for me and after checking my hand I looked at Mom who just lay her cards down, face up, on the table. A pair of Jacks. Hesitantly I lay my three sixes down showing them to Mom. "Oh, a shoe then," she said and reached under the table, showed me the shoe before she flung it on the floor about between us on the floor. I looked, if not shocked at least surprised at her. "It's STRIP poker, silly," she laughed when she saw my looks. "You play for your clothes!" "Oh," I could feel myself getting a blush at this. Playing for clothes. With my mother. Mom giggled even more when she looked at me. "Shocked?" "N-no." "Scared?" "N-no," I stammered. I was both but I wasn't going to let her know. One of the first things she had taught me about poker was that you shouldn't let your opponents 'read' your face. "Want to quit?" "N-no," I would rather have done just that ... but I wasn't going to let her know that either. I was determined though that she wasn't going to win *this* game. "OK, hand me the deck then." I gave it to her and she dealt the cards. I had to brace myself to stop the tell tale shaking of my hands when I picked up the cards. Nothing. Five cards and not a Jack in sight. "Well?" "Oh, four," I said, forgetting what Mom had taught me about poker. She laughed a little chuckle that I'd never heard before and threw four cards in front of me and took three herself. I looked at her while she sorted the cards in her hand. For the first time I looked at her as a woman. And I liked it. Mom had always been beautiful to me and I had taken her beauty for granted. She worked out with tennis and gardening, she wouldn't let me mow the lane, well maybe that was out of fear that I would get my foot in the mower and not for her exercise, but still. You could tell that she kept herself in shape, maybe she drank a little too much but I had noticed that almost all the adults I knew did that. Anyway. For the first time I took my mother in and savored what I saw. Blonde. A little more than shoulder-long hair which she wore in a pony-tail most of the time. A small round face, rather thick eye-brows angled over her dark blue eyes, small nose, her mouth was as they say full, a long neck, for a woman broad shoulders, small tits, and I knew that her ass was small and tight from before. "Mhm," Mom coughed a little to catch my attention. "Oh, sorry," I looked ...