Ever since Carol's father passed away a year before we met, she and her mother, Rose, have
been living together in the one bedroom apartment on the north side of town. The two had always been close. Perhaps the nearness of their ages had a lot to do with that since Rose was only forty at the time. While Carol was firm and compact, Rose was taller, with a full, voluptuous body. It wasn't hard to see where Carol got many of her female charms.
Carol and I had been dating for about six months, and it wasn't long into our relationship that I was delighted to discover that she dearly loved the many pleasures of recreational sex. We both enjoyed taking every opportunity to fuck, suck, and fondle each other. After a passionate evening together on the living room couch, she loved to suck me off on the stairs leading down to the outside door from her second floor apartment before sending me home.
One fall afternoon I had finished my work early so I stopped at their place to see Carol. She hadn't arrived home from work yet, but Rose invited me in anyway. The smell of chili simmering on the stove made the visit even more inviting. She mixed us both a drink of my favorite sour mash on ice and we sat on the sofa to chat. Rose was wearing a sheer, silk blouse that revealed a bit of the cleavage between her ample breasts. With one arm up on the sofa back, her blouse stretched tightly across her breasts so that it became difficult to keep from staring. Her skirt rode up on her legs allowing her stocking tops to show as she tucked her feet in close to her butt. I asked for a drink refill and the second round began to warm us both.
The conversation got around to family. I talked of my two older brothers and how our parents would join us to play penny ante poker around the kitchen table some evenings. We kept a large supply of poker chips to use as money for the games. In time I became a very proficient poker player even though I was the youngest.
Rose said me she liked a good game of poker and why not show her how good I was right now. I thought it would be a good way to pass the time waiting for Carol, so I confidently said, "Deal me in".
We sat on the floor and as Rose shuffled the cards, she casually suggested,
"Why don't we make the game interesting and play for something?"
I replied "OK, what do you have in mind?"
There was a long pause before she answered.
"Let's play for clothes," and slyly looked at me with a smile.
I guess the surprised look on my face was obvious because she laughed in a devilish way and resting a hand on my leg, added, "Don't worry, Dave, we can stop whenever we want to." I readily agreed, thinking she'll be no match for me, and maybe I can win a few hands and see just how good this woman looks with a few less clothes.
Well, so much for my poker prowess. Either Rose is a card shark or she plays with a marked deck. After only four hands of five card draw, I was down to my shorts. She was fully dressed and had my clothes neatly piled on the floor behind her. I didn't win anything!
Rose got up to fix us another drink while I tried to decide whether to stop now or take my chances on another hand. I thought to myself, "I can't quit now . . . not without even trying to get my clothes back and save face," so to speak.
So, I said "Let's play another hand or two and give me a chance to get even."
She handed me my glass, and without taking her eyes off of mine, seemed to be considering what the consequences of her response might be.
Rose sat down and dealt the next hand.
My pair lost to her three of a kind. She laughed that devilish way again saying,
"OK, I win. Off with the shorts."
I got up slowly, and reluctantly pulled the boxers down to my knees. I tried to hide my embarrassment, but I couldn't hide my arousal. My dick was almost fully erect with the thought of being buck-naked in front of this beautiful woman, and it sprung out from under the elastic band.
"All the way off," she commanded, and with both hands reached up and jerked down my shorts.
"Oh, my dear, you are well endowed." She started to reach for my semi hard cock but I took a step back, got my feet from out of my underwear, and said "Rose, you really have me at a disadvantage." I thought for a moment and as I knelt in front of her added,
"Maybe you could, ahh . . . unbutton your blouse for me?"
Rose raised her eyes to meet mine and with a grin began to undo the buttons. She took off the blouse and tossed it aside.
I was on a roll.
"Your bra too," I told her.
The bra was added to the pile of discarded clothing.
She threw her shoulders back to display two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. Firm, with huge, stiff nipples and dark brown areola surrounding them. Nipples that were made to be sucked. I moved in closer.
"Take my cock and rub it on your tits," I told her. "Especially rub your nipples."
Unashamed, she took my cock with one hand, cupped my balls with the other, and gently rubbed my dick on her breasts. She pushed her nipples with it's head like I told her to do. Some pre cum oozed from the pee hole and left wet trails on her. She rubbed the cum between her fingers, licked it off, and murmured "Ummmm, . . . good." I was reeling with delight.
She began to lick the pre cum off my cockhead and smiled as she looked up at me for approval.