All participants are 18 or older.
"Have some more pasta dear. And some more red wine." It was my mom and we were having a family dinner with her, me, my sister Melissa and my new girlfriend Patricia. Patricia was, like me, eighteen and we'd met at the community college in English 101. She was tall, and had curves in all the right places, though understated, and fiery curly red hair. She had a bubbly butt and probably C cup breasts, which looked perfect on her frame. I liked how her perky nose had freckles splashed over them and onto her cheeks. She'd dressed up for my family dinner, wearing a green circle skirt that accentuated her green eyes down to her knees and a white, loose blouse that was kind of sheer so I caught the occasional glimpse of her bra underneath.
My mother had typical Jewish features with curly black hair, olive skin, and a sharp nose. She was actually quite buxom with large breasts - I knew they were size E cups - which looked especially large on her average yet fit frame. She worked out and it showed. Unfortunately, while she had nice hips, her ass was kind of flat. From her, I got my slim frame. Mom wore a loose brown patterned dress with long sleeves and a circle skirt that went to the floor. My mother always wore long sleeves. She had her hair done, which seemed odd, given it was just me, her, my sister, and Patricia at the table.
My sister Melissa looked nothing like my parents or me - dad joked the mailman was her father and mom always blushed. She was petite and blonde with average size breasts but a really big ass. Her muscles came from cheerleading. Three years older than me, she cheered now at the University. Tonight she was casual, wearing jeans that barely fit her butt and a tight t-shirt that accentuated her tits, making them look bigger. Between the hiphugger jeans and the short t-shirt, we could see tan skin, a different tan than mine, my mother's or my father's. My father was unfortunately absent, on a business trip.
I actually knew what every woman in the room looked like naked. I'd been sneaking peeks at my mother and sister in the shower or changing since I'd hit puberty. And, well, Patricia and I had had sex. This should have been a normal family dinner but mom and Melissa were acting weird and there was wine and, now, after dinner cocktails as the four of us sat around the kitchen table.
"What now?" mom asked, but it sounded forced.
"We could play cards," Melissa replied with a side look at our mother.
"Oh, that's a great idea! I'll get some," and she came back hurriedly with the cards. Starting to shuffle, she said, "What shall we play?"
"We should play poker," my girlfriend Patricia said.
"Oh, I don't know how," mom said. This all seemed oddly staged, like the three of them were in a play.
"Well," Patricia said, "you deal out five cards then you can put some back and draw new ones. And each hand has a value. The highest hand wins. I like to play where the only one who loses is the lowest hand."
"I don't know the hands," Melissa complained.
"You can use your phone," Patricia told them and my mom and sister opened their phones to find the hand values.
"Isn't this a gambling game?" mom said. I still felt like this was a play and I was the audience. I hadn't said a thing.
"Sure," Patricia agreed. "What should we play for?"
"Clothes!" my sister said, excitedly. "We should play strip poker." The girls all laughed while I smiled wanly and took a big gulp of an Old Fashioned that my mom had made, the whiskey burning my throat.
"Melissa!" my mom admonished. "That's not proper. We shouldn't be playing strip poker."
"Sure we should!" my sister answered. "We're all family. Who else should we play with? Well, Patricia's not family but she's seen Abe naked, I'm sure, and, well, we don't have anything special." She giggled and the other girls joined in. I blushed and had another big gulp. I was feeling pretty tipsy.
"Well, okay," my mother said, too quickly it seemed to me.
"Here we go," Patricia said and she dealt the cards. All of us looked at our cards and sorted them and then we all drew new ones. My hand came up the winner and Melissa's the loser. I was certain at this point that she would back out but, instead, my sister crossed her arms over her body and peeled her t-shirt up and off her body and over her blonde ponytail. Then she threw it at me. I gawked. She was wearing a white cotton bra that supported her breasts but didn't cover her rock hard nipples. Was she getting off on this?
Melissa batted my arm, smiling and laughing, "Don't stare, little brother."
My mouth opened and closed like a caught fish and I asked, "What do I get for winning?"
"That's a good point," mom said. "What do you think, girls?"
They all thought. "He should be able to make the loser do something."
"Okay," I said, "Melissa, do my chores for the week."
"That's no fair," Melissa cried out.
"I agree," mom said. "It should be something she can do now."
"This is already kind of naughty," Patricia said. "Make her do something naughty."
I looked at mom to see if she'd stop this, but she just smiled. I was drunk and I thought about what I would do if Melissa, hot, blonde Melissa, weren't my sister. "Okay, kiss me on the lips." Once again, I thought there would be protests but Melissa just puckered up and leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. They were soft. While I had thought it'd be just a peck, she lingered there instead.
All four of us sighed together and then the cards were dealt. Mom was the only one who took new cards. And when the cards were down, it was mom who won and Patricia who lost. My family members and I watched attentively as Patricia was the second one to cross her arms and pull off her loose blouse to reveal a white lace bra about the same size as my sister's. The lace offered little peeks of her skin underneath, pale and, in the center, pink. Mom said, "Well, let's do like my children did," and my mom and my girlfriend leaned in and locked lips. Unlike Melissa and I, they had their eyes closed. Also, the kiss seemed longer.
"Another round," my girlfriend Patricia said, but, for some reason, she was breathing heavy. Like the first deal, all of us drew new cards. Mom won again and my sister, Melissa, lost.
"Honey, you seem to be on a losing streak," our mother said to my sister as she stood and undid her skintight hiphugger jeans. I knew her panties covered everything from the visible panty lines. The fly undone, Melissa had to really seesaw her hips to get the stretch denim off her. It clung to her panties, also white cotton, so I saw the top of her perky ass and the hairline of her blonde bush. Not that her panties could contain her pubic hair; golden strands were leaking out the leg holes. Her muscular legs bare, matching her muscular arms, my petite sister was left with her underwear and socks.
"New rule," my mother said. "When you're in your underwear, lose your socks," so Melissa pulled them off to show her cute feet and blue toenails. They matched her blue fingernails which matched her eyes.
"What do I have to do, mother dear?" Melissa asked, smiling.
"Same," she said and I got the stirrings of a hard on as I watched my nearly naked sister and my mother kiss on the lips. Eyes closed, they lasted the longest.
Things were definitely heating up in here. "Maybe I can get some good luck," Melissa said as she was the only one drawing cards. "About time," she said when our mother lost. I had won. Mom stood up and, reaching behind her, pulled the zipper of her dress down, then shouldered her way out of the top and shook her hips out of the bottom. The middle-aged woman was wearing a satin bra over her huge breasts. She had a flat stomach and her pelvis protruded just a bit. Her own black pubic hairs were escaping her black satin panties. Bereft of her dress, she was already down to her underwear and she sat and pulled up her feet, her legs moving languidly to take off her socks.
"What should I do, sweety?" she said to me and I swear there was a challenge in her eyes.
Hands shaking and sweaty, I said, hoarsely, "Play with your tits."
Mom just smiled bigger and, putting her hands under her huge melons, lifted them up and down, together at first, then alternating. "Hi, son," she said, lips puckered, in a funny voice, like her breasts were talking. "You like mommy's breasts?" All three girls laughed riotously at that while I immediately lost my burgeoning boner. I did have to join in with the laughs, though.
Patricia shuffled and dealt and we all drew cards again. "Mom won again!" Melissa exclaimed.
"She's cheating!" I said, getting into the swing of things. "Okay, Patricia."
My girlfriend said, "I'm not really ready to take off my skirt," so she reached back and unhooked her bra and, pulling it off, revealed her own perfect pale round orbs, her pink nipples standing straight out. She sat there, looking vulnerable and nervous.
"What'll it be, ma?" Melissa goaded.