Family Strip Poker 1

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.

"Let me feel them up," my mom almost whispered. My girlfriend Patricia stuck her chest out as my mother reached forward and took both breasts in her hands, each fitting just perfectly, and slowly caressed and squeezed them. "These bring back memories," she said. I thought she meant memories of herself but later I thought those weren't the memories she meant. As mom released my girlfriend's chest, the two women breathed in big sighs.

"Maybe this'll give me more luck," Patricia said as she was the only one to draw. I finally lost. Unlike the girls, my t-shirt was loose and came off easily to reveal my thin, hairless chest.

Looking at the winner, my sister, I was surprised when she said, "I want tongue," and leaned into me. My eyes open in surprise, I kissed her on the lips but kept them together, feeling my hot sister's tongue banging against my lips. She pulled back. "Try again, little brother," so we kissed open mouthed. Still shocked, it took me a few seconds to respond to my sister's little wiggly tongue. Somehow, despite the wine, her mouth still tasted like strawberries. Closing my eyes, I probably stayed there too long. Finally, she broke off and, blushing, smiled at me. Embarrassed, I looked around the table to see if I was in trouble.

"Isn't he a good kisser?" Patricia said more than asked.

"Very," my sister agreed and took her cards for the next hand like nothing had happened.

Nobody took cards this time and there were murmurs about how everybody had a good hand. I lost again. Unlike my sister, I didn't stand to take off my jeans, but kept sitting, using the angle to hide my boner. Running my hand through my unkempt curly black hair, I looked at my girlfriend who pursed her lips as if thinking. "Play with my tits," she said, "in front of your mother and sister." Then she scooted forward and thrust her chest out like she had with my mom. Reaching forward, I felt the soft, perfect globes in my hands and caressed them. "Suck 'em," she said.

"I don't know if I can do two..." I started but she pulled my head into her chest and I started sucking, first one nipple then the next. When I sat up, all three women looked embarrassed but happy.

Patricia and I nervously took cards as we played another hand. I won this one and my girlfriend lost. Patricia blushed all the way from her face into her chest as, smiling tightly, she stood up and unzipped the back of her skirt. Stepping out of it, we saw the lack of underwear. Her ass looked perky and, as I knew it would, her own full bush was bright, fiery red. She had a nice body, with muscles in all the right places. Laughing, she pulled up her legs to pull off her socks, giving a brief glimpse of pussy, then sat quickly back down. Patricia's hands fluttered as she thought about covering herself but she ended up putting her hands on her thighs.

Staring at her, I was overcome by lust. There was a long pause as I considered what to do. "Well, I don't know..." I started. "There's so many things."

Leaning in, my mother hissed, her eyes bright, "Go for the most nasty."

"Okay, lover, come over here, put your elbows on the table and lock eyes with my mom while I eat your ass." Melissa's and Patricia's jaws dropped while mom looked exultant. Patricia only hesitated a second then came over, bending over the table, put her elbows on it and looked straight at my mother while mom looked back. Almost without thinking, my mother reached out and played with the redhead's breasts where they sat on the table.

Patricia's bubbly ass was really accentuated in this position and the dark crack at the center leading to the bare, wet, swollen pussy with the red hair halo had me rock hard. Without hesitating, I pulled the muscular cheeks apart and shoved my face into her ass then my tongue into her rectum, trying desperately to penetrate her and getting the tip of my tongue into her tight asshole.

"My little brother eats ass!" my sister crowed and I flipped her the bird. There's like a certain amount of time you eat ass and a certain amount of time you do dares in truth or dare and we came to the end of the second one.

Once again, mom was the only one who took a card. "Oh, she wins when it's just her drawing," Melissa said. It occurred to me that my sister seemed to be having too much fun. Losing, I blushed as hard as Patricia had. Still sitting, I pulled my boxers off, revealing my narrow hips. My legs weren't too skinny and my cock was beyond rock hard, more granite, the tip shiny with loads of precum. Of course I'm circumcised.

"Let's see what you're packin'," Melissa said and she looked around the edge of the table. "Oh. My. God!" Melissa exclaimed. "He's huge!" Looking to mom, she said, "Did you know he's this huge?" Mom smiled enigmatically. "Is dad this big?"

"

His

father is," mom said and it sounded weird.

Ignoring the reply, my sister looked to my girlfriend. "How do you fit that thing?" Unlike my mother, Patricia just smiled. Looking back at me, where I was about to die of embarrassment, my sister said, "I want to touch it."

"What?!" I yelped, covering myself.

"I won. I want to touch it." I wanted her to but I was afraid, so I said, "Be gentle," and moved my hands. My sister snorted but her fingers were light as she caressed my long, hard cock, moth wings on the tender skin. Barely squeezing the tip between forefinger and thumb, she took some of my gooey pre-cum and, rubbing her fingers together, stared in my eyes before putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean, one by one.

For the next hand, all of us took cards, and Melissa lost. She stamped, stood up and pulled off her white panties to reveal her large ass, seeming to defy gravity and physics both. Her tan ended at the borders of her panties, revealing pale white skin underneath, white gold under the yellow gold of her full, blonde bush. Looking at my mother, she said, "I know you're cheating. What are you going to make me do."

"I like my son's request." The two women locked eyes, then my sister went to stand in front of my mother and bent over with her elbows on the table, her breasts hanging down, her nipples not quite touching the table.

"Lock eyes with your brother," mom said and my sister did. Behind the blonde ponytail, I could see the edge of my mom's hair and hear her shove her face into my sister's crack and then start moving as she rimmed her daughter.

Her eyes becoming hooded, Melissa moaned, "Oh, mommy," and started to slowly sway her hips. It seemed to last a long time and was also over too soon. When we all sat down, there were three of us naked and one in her underwear. "We should play a new game," Melissa said. "Mom's too good at this one."

"One more hand," Patricia said, dealing the cards, something going on in her mind. Mother and daughter took cards. I won and Melissa lost.

"I'm all out of clothes, little brother," Melissa said.

"You should choose what we do next, boyfriend." Patricia's eyes were glowing bright.

"We should all move to the living room," I said, possessed by a demon, a very naughty demon, "and wrestle mom's clothes off of her." There was utter silence.

Then, the two younger girls grabbed my mother's arms and started pulling her to the living room. "No, girls," mom said. "I don't think that's a good idea," but she obviously wasn't resisting too hard. The three women, giggling, fell in a heap, my girlfriend Patricia on the bottom on her back, my mother face down in the middle and my sister on top, while I stared, standing with a raging hardon.

Still giggling, my sister Melissa undid my mother's bra and the three of them writhed until Patricia yelled out, "I've got one! Damn, these tits are huge! And so firm!" Then there was the sound of sucking. Patricia's body was out sideways from my mother's like she was working under a car, her legs up and bent, her crotch way out. Melissa's was sideways on top as she bore down on mom, incapacitating her, her tits crushed against our mother's back.

Which meant, seeming to stare at me, was my mother's butt, still clad in panties, but there, her shapely legs below, her narrow waist above. I knew what I wanted to do, what this whole night had been leading to. They'd planned this, all three of them. Dropping to my knees between my mother's legs, I grabbed the panties and pulled them down off her butt and legs and threw them away. Walking on my knees until I was close in, holding my cock with one hand, I slapped my mother's ass with the other. Mom squealed and the other two girls whooped. "He just spanked mom's ass!" Melissa said, obviously informing my girlfriend who couldn't see anything.

I love asses. A big fantasy of mine - I wonder if any of them knew - was to have a girl held down, or hold a girl down, and penetrate her asshole. A bigger, more secret one, was to do that to my mother and sister. And here I was. Pushing my cock into the purple rosebud of my mother's ass, I was quickly in. "Ooohhhh, God," mom groaned, no longer fighting the two younger women. "Ooohhhh," she said again as I penetrated my mother's asshole. Between her copious ass sweat and her natural ass mucus, I easily slid balls deep into her.

"What's he doing? What's going on?" Patricia yelled from under my mother's huge tits.

"He's fucking her ass!" Melissa informed her, then my blonde sister's mouth was locked to mine. She straddled my mother's back, sitting there, while her tongue and mine worked together.

"Get her, Abe!" Patricia yelled from the bottom of the pile.

"He's soooo big! Soooo fucking big!" mom groaned.

"Tell me about it," came Patricia's voice from under my mother. "He continually breaks my ass."

"Oh, honey," mom said and reached out a hand to start rubbing my girlfriend's pussy.

"Oh, yes," Patricia groaned from underneath, then her arms were under the prone woman.

"AAaaaahhhh," mom said, then, "She's biting and pinching my nipples."

"They're so big!" Patricia said.

Melissa and I were spanking mom's ass, each of us in charge of one cheek. Feeling something against my balls, I looked down to see that Patricia had a hand in my mom's cunt, fingers going in and out of the sloppy wet hole, thumb working the clit. "Oooohhhhh, don't stop, honey, don't stop," my mother groaned to the ministrations of my girlfriend.

Melissa pulled her lips away. "I'm the only one not getting some right now," she said, then turned around, got up on her feet, legs straight but straddling my mother, her ass right in front of my face, then bent 180 degrees over so her cunt was in my face. Reaching back, she grabbed my head and pushed my face into her pussy. "Eat it, little brother!" she commanded and I complied. My nose in her own super wet swollen pussy, I started licking my sister's clit furiously. "Oooohhh, yes, just like that. I told mom you'd be a super pussy eater."