The Poke Her Poker Game
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I have always liked the fact that Jamie’s friends enjoy hanging out at our house. That way I know what they’re up to and not out on the streets getting into some mischief. Plus, if he’s gone the house gets a little lonely and quiet since my divorce.
Usually, they’re playing video games or watching sports like most seventeen-year-old boys but I like hearing them laughing and cutting up down in the ‘man cave’. I went downstairs to get some laundry done the other night and saw Jamie and three of his buddies getting ready to play poker. They had all come back from dress rehearsal for a school play and had Catholic school uniforms on which looked strange but cute.
“Hi, Mrs. Thompson. How are you doin’?”
“Fine, Eric. Thanks for asking.”
Devin chimed in, “We’re tired of the lame video games that Jamie has, so we thought we’d go retro. Hehe.”
“When’s Gerry getting here? Poker is lame with only four," Brenden said.
“Hey, Mom. Why don’t you sit in for a few hands until Gerry shows up?”
“Yeah, Mrs. T., Pull up a chair,” Eric said as he divvied out the poker chips. He pushed some in front of the empty chair and patted it as he smiled up at me.
“If you lose until he gets here, he’ll just have to play with a short stack,” Devin smirked.
I was going to say 'no' but I had finished binge-watching “Game of Thrones” and wasn’t really in the mood to start another odyssey.
“Oh, I guess so. But just until Gerry gets here.” I pulled the chair out and sat down.
“And I ain’t playing no Texas Hold'em since I don’t know these new games. It’s straight poker or I won’t play.”
After about five hands (I actually won two!), Jamie’s phone rang. It was Gerry saying he got called into work at the grocery store and couldn’t make it.
We were all putting in a one-chip ante but before the next hand, Eric put in his belt instead!
Jamie said, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Hey, I haven’t won a hand yet. I’m doing this instead of wasting more chips. I’ll use my chips to bet but that’s my ante.” He stared at me with a coquettish smile.
At first, I pretended not to hear him and knew I was blushing red. The rest of us put in our chip ante and the hand was won by Jamie. He whooped as he scraped in the pot.
“So much for good luck!” Eric said.
Before the next hand, Brenden and Devin pulled off their belts and threw them in the center of the table mumbling about maybe it would work. Jamie very demonstratively threw in his chip. He was staring at the two of them, frowning.
It was my turn to deal and as I shuffled I didn’t have to look up from the cards to know that all eyes were on me. Shaking my head from side to side and frowning, I threw in a chip.
“Aww! Chicken!”
“Look, if you want me to play, that isn’t part of the house rules.”
So Devin drew two cards to a straight and giggled as he pulled in the pot.
Jamie wrinkled his nose and pulled off his belt and threw it in for the next hand’s ante. My mouth fell open as I stared at him. My son!
I sighed and leaned back in the chair. “I’m not doing that!”
“Mrs. T., keep your belt. Here’s what we’ll do. You don’t have to ante. But if you lose… then you have to throw ah, something in as your ante, ok?” Eric was such a charmer. Brenden seemed embarrassed by his friends. He was always the quiet one. I liked that about him.
I smiled at Eric and told myself to just get up and leave but I had already started dealing the next hand. For the first time, I saw these two boys leering instead of smiling. I had to admit it was sort of a compliment as they seemed to not be embarrassed at the fact that they were staring at my chest.
My two pair was beaten by Jamie’s three of a kind. “Sorry, Mom. You don’t have to put your ante in. That was a dumb rule.
Eric and Devin start pounding the table in rhythm, “BELT, BELT, BELT… Shoes don’t count. We called it.”
Devin seemed to have his hand under the table for a long time. Jesus, could he be…?
Eric pulled off his shirt and put it on the table. “My ante’s in for the next hand.”
Devin shrugged and did the same. Jamie put in one of the belts he won.
“Boys, I don’t even have a belt on!”
“BLOUSE, BLOUSE, BLOUSE!” This time Brenden feebly joined the chorus started by his two friends.
“You guys are crazy! I ain’t doing that!” I started to get up to go upstairs and Devin turned his chair and pushed me back down. At first, I tried to get his hand off of my wrist so I could escape but I froze when I saw he had an erection through his uniform pants!
I started to stammer out a response as he took the belt from his winnings and knelt down on the floor and wrapped the belt around my right ankle and the chair leg, laughing.
Then Brenden grabbed the belt off the ante pile and did the same on the other side before I can react. So much for thinking he was the shy one. I’m sure if I had moved faster I could have gotten free but I just had to look to see if Brenden was hard, too. He sat on the floor cross-legged next to me. I could see he wasn’t hard and I wondered just how enthused he was about the proceedings.
He looked up to me apologetically and asked, “That’s not to tight, is it Mrs. Thompson?”
Maybe between Jamie and Brenden, I might be able to extricate myself from this situation. I looked up at Jamie and he was actually giggling!
Devin said, “You still owe Jamie for that last hand’s ante, Mrs. T!”
I remembered an old trick from high school. When I’d get home from school and wanted to get out of my bra and relax. Quite often, my Dad was in the TV room. I got pretty practiced at getting out of it without having to take off my blouse. If I performed my trick in the hall, he never noticed once I joined him. At least I don’t think he did.
“No blouse, boys.” I reached behind me and through my blouse, I unhooked my bra. I wiggled the straps down each arm past my elbows and then off my hands. It was fairly easy since I had on a sleeveless top. I bent forward a little and grabbed the left strap and pulled my bra through. As the cups and elastic passed my boobs, they scraped across my nipples before I got it free. I could feel that contact made them pucker up slightly.
Or at least, I figured that was why they got hard. I threw the bra at Jamie pretending to be mad. The blouse wasn’t thin so I assumed they couldn’t see anything.
Applause broke out from around the table! I blushed but smiled.
What was I doing?!
Before the next hand, Jamie and Brenden threw in chips but Eric got up and pull off his pants! Emboldened by this action, Devin pulled off his as well. Before they sat down I could see the bulge in Eric’s tighty whities (he looked to be average) but Devin had on boxers and his stiffy was straining against his leg hole. I actually thought that his head might appear from the bottom. I shouldn’t have been so disappointed that it didn’t, but...
The next hand was dealt and thankfully, Brenden won. I figured he wouldn’t press the issue but the same refrain as before rang out even louder as the two naughty boys pounded the table: “BLOUSE, BLOUSE, BLOUSE.”
I noticed there were three voices this time. As I looked up to my son, suddenly, there were only two. Jamie looked away shamefully.
“Nope guys. Sorry,” I said as I raised up from the chair slightly. I shimmied my skirt up my legs and grabbed the waistband of my panties and sat down quickly before anyone could see something they shouldn't. I bent over to get them down my legs, my boobs resting on the table which had the effect of pushing them up. There was dead silence in the room as the boys figured out what I was doing.
I got my panties down as far as I could until the material was tight against my lower thighs. With my ankles bound to the chair that was as far as I could get them down. I heard a hushed response… almost in reverence: “Undies, undies, undies,” a meeker cry than before. It was almost a reverential chorus from all four of them.
There was no pounding but I could tell their minds were racing. I began to think how long it had been since anyone had looked at me in a lustful way. I had forgotten how nice that was.
My knees were about eighteen inches apart because of the belts on my ankles. I looked at Brenden and said, “Well, I guess you don’t get my panties since I’m tied to the chair! Too bad for you! I guess you guys will have to untie me.”
Jamie got up and went to his computer table and started to rummage through his desk drawers. I couldn’t figure out what he was after but I did notice that he made sure as he walked to it that I couldn’t see the front of his pants. Yeah, like I’ve never seen his wee-wee (that’s what we called it when he was a baby) before!
“Brenden, you won fair and square. Here.” He proudly handed him a pair of scissors!
Cheering from the other two followed as Brenden stared at me with a lecherous smile as he slid down from the chair. I didn't understand why Jamie wanted him to cut the belts off. They could have just untied them. I couldn’t very well object if he got my panties off. I mean, I had pulled them down. I initially figured I could just sort of wiggle them back up if I won a hand. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that opportunity.
I decided to bargain with these goofballs. “Hey guys. I got an idea. When I win this next hand, instead of taking the pot, the second place hand gets it and I get to pull my panties back up, ok?”
“SNIP!”
The side on my left thigh felt less tight as the material of my panties snapped back to my right leg, loose enough for the now ruined panties to fall to my ankle. Jesus, Brenden wasn't cutting the belts. He was cutting my panties! He crawled on his hands and knees under the table to the other side of me and made quick work of getting the panties cut completely off of me. A quick look at Devin and Eric showed that even they were astonished.
As he crawled backward to get back up to his chair I wondered if he had taken the liberty to stare between my open thighs. I don’t think he could see anything because it was dark under the poker table and my skirt wasn’t that short. I realized the other three were awfully quiet.
When I looked up, Devin was dealing and he and Eric had innocent looks on their faces and Jamie was grinning. Then I noticed that there was a set of boxers and also a pair of briefs in the middle of the table! My god, they were sitting there naked! Also, my son’s shirt was in the pile!
Brenden stood up triumphantly and held my ruined panties in his fist as he giggled. Devin reached up to grab them from him. As he leaned over the table to get them his stiff cock was briefly visible before he sat back down. I gulped at the lump in my throat. He took my panties and sniffed them.
I jumped up and down as I screamed, “Devin! That’s gross!” Then I realized that my tits were bouncing up and down with me. They felt good to be freed from my bra but I held my arm up to my chest to block any wondering eyes. My hard nipples were now fairly visible through my blouse.
He threw them across the table to Eric who put them to his mouth and licked. “MMM”
“Of for Christ sake! Stop that.” This time, when I bounced, I did it on purpose. I put my arm down and my shoulders back just a little in an indignant pose. Yes, it was a pose and I held it momentarily so they all could see the small lumps my nipples made in my blouse. I didn’t think there were any juices on those panties because they were dark blue. But I had to admit it was possible.
Everybody settled down as Jamie dealt the next hand. Brenden was the only one fully dressed but I took in the sight of the other three. They had hard, hairless chests that looked wonderful. They were all on the swim team at school and I had seen them with no shirts on before but somehow, this was different.
Devin dropped out of the hand without even taking any draw cards which seemed peculiar. As the four of us played on Devin slid under the table. “I dropped a chip earlier. It’s down here somewhere,” he stifled a stage cough.
I knew he was going to sneak a peek and decided to just relax my legs. However, I didn’t anticipate his next move. I heard what sounded like a shudder click and saw a bright flash from under the table! That little stinker must have had his cell phone and took a picture up my skirt! I tried hard to wiggle my legs closer together to no avail. With the flash, he probably got a good shot. Maybe more than one, as I was trying to concentrate on winning the hand. Any more losses by me would lead to dangerous territory.
Eric won the hand as Devin scrambled back up to his seat. Before he scooted the chair in I got a pretty good look at his stiff member. I had made this young man hard! Wow. Little ole’ me.
“No excuse now, Mrs. T., 'BLOUSE! BLOUSE! BLOUSE!'”
Brenden said, “Wait, wait… give her another chance.”
Eric countered, “Fuck that! I won the hand!”
I looked reproachfully at him, “Hey, no cussing! You know the rules in my house.”
Brenden said sheepishly, “What if we just… ah… make her unbutton a button of it. She’s a gal and poker apparently isn’t her thing.”
Jamie got up and moved toward me and said, “Yeah. Just a button. Come on Mom… that’s fair. Isn’t it?
I couldn’t help but notice as my son put his hand on my shoulder that my little boy’s hard-on was pressing against his pants. I covered the top of my blouse with my hand protectively, pushing my boobs inward against each other as I did.
*CLICK* HEHE.
“Damn it, get out from under there and quit taking pictures, Devin! Or should I say 'Devil'?” I shook my legs in protest. This had the effect of sliding my skirt further up my thighs.
Brenden said, “I wouldn’t mind buttons… top one first. That would be sexy, right guys?”
Jamie and Brenden were rather tenderly trying to pull my hands away from my blouse but I bent forward and blocked them as I hunched my shoulders forward, sobbing a little.
Eric said, “The hell with that! I won her blouse, not a lousy button. He got up and grabbed the scissors off the table and walked behind me. He was naked as the day he was born and his stiff cock bobbed back and forth.
“What are you doing, Eric?” Jamie exclaimed.
I felt him put one of the blades down the back of my blouse at the collar. I had made it easy for him to do that as I was bent forward trying to protect my blouse buttons. He proved I couldn’t defend everything.
*SNIP*
“Oh my God! Don’t you dare! You boys already ruined my panties!”
I wanted to slam my body back against the chair but was afraid of the scissors. 'Devil' Devin had gotten back up from the floor and grabbed my arm to pull it to the side. Jamie grabbed the other arm and they pulled them away from my chest and bent me forward. My boobs were smashing into the table top. I looked from left to right. First at Devin who was struggling with my arm as his cock wiggled a few inches from my face. His dick was a nice one for sure. I hadn’t seen a cock up close in a long time.
“Mom, Eric’s sorta right. A deal’s a deal.”
I struggled in their grasp, bending my wrists so that my arm brushed up against Devin’s cock and my other arm rubbed up against my son’s pants-covered wee-wee… I mean dick.
Four more quick cuts of the scissors advanced the cut down past the hem of my blouse and I felt the material loosen around me. My bare back was exposed to Eric. Swift hands pulled the two sides down over my shoulders toward the front. As the blouse fell down my upper arms I knew they could practically see my tits. I struggled and squirmed from side to side.
And jiggled proudly.
All four of the boys grabbed the front of my ruined top in various places and pulled it off my arms. Everyone stopped as I put my arms up to cover my bare chest. The four of them were breathing hard. Actually, all five of us were.
They went slowly back to their chairs, happy at their conquest. Jamie pulled off his pants and threw in his ante. I couldn’t believe it! I could see how hard he was through his undies. Branden decided not to bother with his shirt and went straight for his pants revealing boxers with red hearts on them. I smiled and gave him a wink of approval.
I announced, “OK. Back to poker. And there ain’t no buttons on this skirt! You’re going to have to win. Here's the new house rule. If I win you untie me and let me go upstairs and you three leave here and never mention this again after you let me witness that you deleted all those pictures from Devin's phone. In exchange, if either of you win, I take off my skirt and... I can't believe I'm agreeing to this... you all get to take as many pictures of me naked as you want. I guess that's fair since you two aren't afraid to let me see you like this."
It was agreed that Eric and Devin were disqualified from the hand since they didn’t have any clothes to ante. Devin passed Eric his phone and I could see he was looking at the pics Devin had taken under the table. He kept swiping. Jesus, how many did Devin take?
I figured I could just hold my cards and bet with one hand so I could keep my tits at least partially covered. I only had two opponents so I figured my odds were fairly good to keep my skirt on and bring the proceedings to a close.
“Your turn to deal, Mrs. T. hehe”
OH, shit. It was. ”I sighed as I reached over the table to collect all the cards, my bare boobs resting once again on the table top. Four sets of eyes were on my naked chest. I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. As I shuffled the cards, I made sure I did so vigorously so that I jiggled a little. I stared at each of them as I dealt Jamie and Brenden and myself our hands. No one could take their eyes off of me.
Eric took Devin’s phone and pointed it at me. *CLICK* I had picked up my cards and knew he hadn’t gotten a good picture. He stood up to get a better shot which gave me a great view of his stiff cock. Damn, these young guys looked fine to a middle-aged divorcee who hadn’t been screwed in more than six months. Masturbation can only take you so far.
What was I thinking? I wasn’t going to let any of these kids screw me! Least of all my boy!
*CLICK/CLICK* I felt myself reflexively pinning my shoulders back. I had to smile as I looked at my cards. I had a straight, three to the seven! I leaned forward and set my hooters on the edge of the table top. That last pic would be a good one. I wonder if he’d send it to me? Here I was, topless but smiling like nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Knowing what she has to lose here, Brenden, chips can’t be bet on this hand. Only clothes ok? The last house rule, Mrs. T."
“Mom, I’ll take one. We get naked only after the hands are shown if you win, ok? OK, Brenden?”
“Whatever, Jamie. I’ll take two, Mrs. T. Two pretty ones, just like your two pretty ones. Mmm”
“Brenden! I thought you were on my side?”
“I was until I looked up your skirt and saw your pussy when I cut your panties off! Wow… nice! It even looked like you were kinda wet.”
“WHOOP! WHOOP!” from the peanut gallery.
I looked disapprovingly at Devin and Eric at their reaction to what Brenden said. I also decided not to correct him for saying ‘pussy’. After all, it was MY pussy. The two boys not in the hand sat there staring at the action but each of them had their hands under the table. I knew they were rubbing themselves, those naughty guys.
Eric said, "Wet, eh? That should look awesome in the pictures we'll get to take in a minute."
Brenden and Jamie announced that they were both all in which meant naked if I won. I had my straight and I figured that I had them beat. But what I didn’t know was what was going to happen if they lost to me and were then naked and the game was over. They waited for me to decide how many cards I wanted after requesting two cards each. I pondered what would happen if they lost to me. Would it make them embarrassed and break the spell of the evening's activities? Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. However I had to admit, I sort of enjoyed what had happened to that point. In fact, I could feel that wetness Brenden mentioned escaping from me onto my skirt.
“How many cards you taking, Mom?”
I sighed and decided to see where this was going to go. I was pretty sure what would happen if I lost and it wouldn't be just a photo shoot. I was uncertain what would happen if I won. I looked at Devin and could see the bulging head of his long cock now visible over the table as he jacked it slowly, smiling at me.
That helped me make up my mind. My filthy horny mind. “I’ll take one.” I threw in my five. I figured I wouldn’t probably draw another five. If I did, well, the night to this point had been pretty interesting. I looked at my draw card. It was a king… It obviously didn’t do me a bit of good.
Jamie said, “I drew out an ace and have two pairs, Aces and tens. You better not have three of a kind, Brenden!”
He put his cards down and showed three eights. He beamed at my son and then looked at me.
“Did you fill your straight, Mrs. T.? Or should I say Mrs. Tits since we can now see what a nice pair you have?”
I laid my crappy hand down for all to see, pretending to be disappointed.
"WHOOP! WHOOP!" Applause from the whole room as they stared at me.
Eric jumped up and ran behind my chair and started to pull it out from the table. I covered my boobs as best I could.
“Wait! Wait! One more hand… it will be like the deal with the buttons… give me one more chance to win!” I implored, doing my best to appear disappointed at the outcome.
“Screw that, Mom… like I said before. A deal’s a deal.”
“I’m still tied to the chair legs, guys! You can’t get this thing off of me! And don’t you dare cut my skirt, you bastards!”
They were all around me as Eric tipped the chair back onto its back legs. My arms shot off my boobs and grabbed the back chair legs for balance. I struggled and wiggled from side to side letting them get a good look at my tits jiggling back and forth. Eric’s hard cock was rubbing against my ear.
Jamie and Brenden bent down to hurriedly get the belts off of my ankles.
“Hey Brenden. You won! You don’t have to lose your clothes. But, Jamie, like you said… a deal’s a deal, right?” I cooed softly.
Meanwhile, with my fists grabbing the chair legs, Devin decided to help himself by grabbing at my tits. God, it has been so long since I had a man’s hands on me. Was that pre-cum oozing out of his long cock?
With my ankles now free, they grabbed them in an attempt to lift me from the chair. I tried to hang on but Eric grabbed me from behind under my armpits and the two boys at me feet spread me wide and lifted me up until I dropped the chair with a bang onto the floor. Devin let go of my tits and ran back to the poker table.
They laid me back on the floor softly and I wiggled free and rolled on my side into the fetal position, whimpering. I was pretending I didn’t want any of this to happen but I didn't think they were buying my act. Devin came back to the group with the scissors in his hands, grinning.
I saw what he was up to and screamed, “NO! Don’t you dare!”
Jamie came to my rescue as he blocked Devin from getting to me. “No, man. She’s lost enough clothes already. Put it down. I’ll handle this.”
Good. He was going to stop this madness and protect his Mother's honor. What was I thinking to ever let this get so out of hand? Jamie and I would talk tomorrow about how close this was to a bad situation and how those boys wouldn’t be allowed in the house anymore.
“Show them out, Jamie. You know that’s what needs to happen.”
“Fuck that! I just didn’t want him ruining your skirt. It’s a nice one, right? We want to see you nude! We won you fair and square.”
With that, he reached onto my back and pulled down the zipper to my skirt as I lay on my side!
Eric rolled me back over and held down my shoulders as Brenden picked up my ankles and lifted me in barrel wheel fashion. Jamie tugged my skirt down my legs past my knees. I kicked and screamed but they were almost off when Brenden let go of me and grabbed my skirt and pulled it off. Now we were all naked. They all grinned their approval at my body. It felt wonderful to be wanted again.
Devin went back to put the scissors on the table and picked up his cell for the ensuing picture taking that they had won. Eric held my shoulders down as he bent forward and kissed me hard. My legs were being spread wide and as I kissed Eric with my mouth open invitingly someone was squeezing my tits hard. Jesus, was it Jamie?
*CLICK! CLICK!* "Don’t worry guys, I’ll send all of you these pics. And guess what? I saw the card she threw away and she had you guys beat and lost on purpose. She wanted this to happen. And obviously more than letting us take her picture. Horny little divorced slut! Look at that hot fucking body!” *CLICK*
I knew I had been found out and pretending that the notion I didn’t want all of this to happen was a lie. And now these four hardbodies knew it, too.
I raised up on my elbows and looked at all four of them. “You’re goddamn right it’s a hot fucking body! And I sure as hell haven’t forgotten how to use it!”
They let go of me and as I lay there with my legs spread, four sets of eyes were leering at my nude body.
A thirty-eight-year-old nude body. Faint tan lines around my 34C boobs and waist from sunning in my two-piece. Quarter-sized areolas bumpy from being so tight and topped by nipples like pencil erasers. A dusty brown landing strip inches above my glistening slit contrasting nicely with my alabaster skin. Nice shapely legs bent at the knee with my feet flat on the floor. A heart-shaped face pretty even without makeup. I looked down at myself proudly and smiled.
As I assumed would happen, 'Devil' Devin took the lead. He knelt on the floor between my knees. I wanted to watch him enter me but all of a sudden, two heads blocked my view as my tits were suddenly being kissed and sucked. Eric bent to my face again and we kissed wildly, tongues fighting for territory in the other’s mouth. That meant that one of the guys at my tits was my son. First time he had been there since he was a baby.
Devin didn’t have too tough of a time getting that purple-headed ramrod in my pussy as it was ready and waiting. Jesus, he was the biggest one I’d had since college! I rotated my hips to help get him deeper as my tits were being assaulted. At first, it was tentative kisses on my hard nipples. That soon turned to sucking. Then nibbling.
I wrapped my legs around Devin as best I could. This raised me up off the floor far enough to allow his two hands to roughly grab my ass cheeks. After our kiss, Eric was on his knees over my head slapping his hard cock against my face. Some pre-cum got in my nose as I looked up and saw his tight hairy ball sack.
“Gawd, you’re in me so deep! Is this old lady pussy as good as what you get from your girlfriends?”
“I love your snatch! It’s taking me in like a pro. I’ve dreamt about this, Mrs. Tits! I like that nickname. You’re a major MILF! This isn’t going to last long!”
“Give me your sticky spunk, you stud! Do it.”
He picked up the pace and I knew from his animal-like grunts that he was close. The feel of his balls slapping my ass was sublime. Normally, I wouldn’t have wanted a man to cum so quickly in me but I was fairly certain that this was just the beginning.
“AAAHHHH!!”
I didn’t remember ever feeling a dick this deep, or cum being this warm, or the feeling this wonderful. It probably helped that my tits were being stimulated at the same time as the nibbling and biting and pulling on them increased when Devin came. I raised up and sucked one of Eric's balls in my mouth. I had never had more than one man at a time before except for some simultaneous fondling in college and I had been drunk that time. I was so glad I was sober for all this!
Devin pulled out and was panting when he said, “Who’s next?”
Brenden shouted, “I won the last hand so it’s me! Fair’s fair. You shouldn't have been first anyway.”
“Guys, this floor is hard. Let’s go upstairs.”
“Yeah, the floors not the only thing that’s hard, Mrs. Tits!”
The two boys stopped their assault on my chest and Eric came around to the front and grabbed both of my wrist and pulled me from the floor. I think he wanted to take charge and was jealous of Devin having gotten to fuck me first. I was weak and ragged from my hard screwingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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