Strip Poer with My Son

Strip Poker With My Son

NOTE : This story includes mother-son sex and impregnation. If that's not your thing, please ignore this story.

My son and I are lovers. Unexpected? Yes. Shocking? Not really. It had been building for a while.

Sean's father and I got married young, had him young, and ended up divorcing young. I raised him by myself, and did a damn good job of it if I may say so. Being a single mother left little time for dating, so even though I have a high sex drive, for the most part I kept it at bay with toys and the occasional one-night stand.

Meanwhile, Sean grew up to be a very handsome young man. At 18 years old he is very athletic, and has a very nice physique which, I must admit, I noticed, especially when he walked around the house with just a pair of shorts on. With him being my son, I tried to put it out of my mind. That became more difficult when, on several occasions, I caught him spying on me, trying to get a look at my body. I'm still only 36 and I work out and keep myself in good shape (38D-28-38) so I wasn't surprised and tried to write it off as normal hormones. I couldn't help but be flattered that a handsome man half my age was peeping at me, though, and I gave him chances to look without making it obvious that I was (I hoped!) I also started dressing a little sexier around the house and smiled when I would see a bulge in his shorts! Sometimes when that happened, he would also come up with excuses to hug me, and he would press his cock against me. For my part, I hugged him back, pressing my breasts against his chest, and allowed the hugs to last well beyond the duration of a simple mother-son hug. I knew we were pushing the boundaries of a normal mother-son relationship, but I justified it by telling myself that a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.

The push that really got things started was when I asked my son to teach me how to play poker. He had started getting together with some of his friends every week to play a 'friendly game'. I almost hit the ceiling when I first found out, but he claimed that it was only for fun and nobody lost any real money. I told him fine, then he could teach me how to play. Then if I wanted to, I could sit in on their game to see for myself. He really had no choice but to agree.

He started us both out with a stack of pennies and proceeded to teach me the game. After he finished explaining the rules, we began playing. After about 20 minutes, I lost my last penny.

"Well, that's the way the game goes, mom." he said and started to get up. I have a VERY competitive nature, and it started to come out.

"Hey! Wait a minute! You can't quit now! I'm just getting the hang of the game!"

"Sorry, mom, when you're broke, you're done. That's why we don't lose any real money."

"Oh come on! This is just between us! We can play some more! I'm telling you, I've got it now!"

He looked thoughtful and for a moment I saw a smile play over his face.

"Well...are you really confident you've got the hang of the game now? I mean confident enough that you feel you can start winning, at least a few hands? Beating you EVERY SINGLE HAND is getting pretty boring."

He knows how competitive I am, and taunting me like that was the fastest way to bring that competitive streak out full force!

"I'll win more than a few hands! Give me the chance and I'll clean YOU out!"

"OK, then there's one way we can continue. You have no more pennies to bet, and it would be against house rules to let you put in your own money, so.....we can continue playing if we switch the stakes to playing for clothes - strip poker!"

"Strip poker!? I'm your mother!"

"Yes, I know. You're also a gorgeous, sexy woman, and I've always wanted a good look at your body! I've gotten an occasional look here and there, but I want to see it all up close! If you've really got the hang of the game, you should have nothing to worry about! You'll get the chance to literally 'beat the pants off me'! Of course, if you're too scared and don't really think you can win..."

"That does it! You're on!" Me and my big mouth! I have to admit, the thought of seeing his naked body up close turned me on, but this was my SON! I worried how far he would want to take it -- and how far I might let him. If his sex drive was anything like mine, and I had every reason to think it was, we were going to be playing with fire!

We started playing. I wasn't as good as I hoped I would be, but I was much better than before, and we were more evenly matched. Within about 10 minutes, both of us were down to our underwear, me in bra and panties and my son in briefs. The next hand played out - oops. I lost.

"OK, mom, you know the rules. Off with the bra!" He looked entirely too eager as I reached behind me and undid the hooks. I dropped my bra to the floor, baring my breasts to my son's gaze. I could feel my nipples beginning to stiffen.

"Wow, mom, you have gorgeous breasts! I can hardly wait to see the rest of you!"

"We'll see about that!" I said defiantly, "I think it's me who'll be seeing the rest of you!"

He grinned broadly. "Care to bet extra on that?"

"Like how?" I asked.

"Like, even if you lose the next hand, we'll keep playing. If I lose, of course, you'll get to see the rest of me."

"Wait a minute. If I lose, how are we going to keep on playing? I'll be out of clothes!"

"I'll think of something. Anyway, you seemed so sure you were going to win. What's the matter, you're willing to talk but not willing to back it up? Well, I suppose if you're too afraid of losing...AGAIN..."

I shouldn't have let him taunt me into it, but I did, and he knew I would, that's why he did it.

"OK, Mr. cocky! Let's go so I can see your 'Mr. Cockie'!"

We played out the next hand. We both drew our cards. I held my breath as I looked. A full house, kings over tens!

"Ready to strip?" I asked sweetly.

"Oh really? Well maybe we should set up the rules for what happens WHEN you lose before we play our cards!"

I suppressed a laugh. "Fine, IF I lose, then what?"

"Then for every hand after that, if the loser of the hand has no clothes to give up, they have to do whatever the winner tells them to!"

I paused for a moment. Full house...kings over tens...why not? I thought I had this one locked. Plus, now that we had gone this far, I really wanted to see his cock!

"OK. You're on!"

"WHATEVER the winner says" he repeated.

"Whatever the winner says" I agreed. I smiled, "Read em' and strip baby! Full house, kings over tens!" I laid my cards down, grinning.

He just smiled sweetly and laid his cards down. I looked down and nearly fell over - four queens!

"Read 'em and strip!" he echoed.

I sighed and shed my last article of clothing. My son's eyes grew even wider as my pussy came into view.

"Gorgeous, mom." he said quietly. I blushed. Being naked in front of my son was turning me on! My nipples were really stiff now, and I could feel my pussy tingling and starting to get wet.

"OK, let's go, I'm not going to be the only one sitting around here naked!"

We played another hand and I lost again! My son was grinning from ear to ear!

"OK, mom. You agreed to do whatever I say!" he reminded me.

"I know, I know. OK, what do you want me to do?"

He didn't hesitate, he'd obviously been thinking about this while we were playing, and I began to wonder if he'd been letting me win to make me think we were evenly matched!

"Shuffle the deck, then pick a card. Whatever the number on the card you pick is, or 10 if it's a face card, is the number of minutes you have to make out with me for!"

"Make out with you? But I'm your mother! And I'm naked!" I tried to sound indignant, but I knew I didn't sound convincing. I was getting hotter by the minute. I tried to rationalize it by telling myself that we could have some harmless fun but that I'd stop us after I saw his cock but before we went too far. After all, I wasn't on any kind of birth control, and it was my most fertile time of the month. I wasn't going to let my own son get me pregnant, right? Right?

"Remember, you said anything! Or are you going to back out on your word, leaving your poor son to wonder if he can ever believe anything you say again?"

"Oh brother! That one should go up for an Academy Award!" I giggled. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I had given my word, and my sex drive was starting to go into high gear. My pussy was very wet now. "Alright, then." I shuffled the cards and drew one. A jack - ten minutes! Now I really wasn't sure this was a good idea, but I went ahead anyway.

"Come on, mom, let's go over to the couch and get nice and comfortable!"

He picked up the deck and led me to the couch. For the next ten minutes we made out like two lovers. My son stroked and caressed me, French-kissed me, fondled my breasts, caressed my pussy, stroked my clit, and even slid his fingers inside me! I tried not to get carried away, but after several minutes he made me cum! My pussy clamped down on his fingers as my cum flowed over them, and we continued our passionate embrace. Finally, the ten minutes were up. I backed up a little.

"Woah, there! The ten minutes are up! Back to the game so I can get even for a change!"

"Did you enjoy that, mom?"

"No comment." I said with a smile. He smiled broadly. We played another hand. I lost again! "OK, what now?" I asked.

"I want to see those beautiful breasts up close. Pick a card and the number on it is the number of minutes I get to play with them!"

Well, that was almost mild compared to what we'd done already. I picked a card. Four of hearts. Four minutes. He dove in eagerly, caressing, kissing, licking and sucking all over my breasts. He had me so hot I came again just from that!

"OK, four minutes are up! Let's get back to the game."

I figured my luck HAD to change soon. We played another hand, and finally I won! "HA! About time! OK, baby, drop 'em!"

My son smiled, shrugged and stood up. He slowly stripped off his briefs and I suppressed a gasp as his cock came into view. It was beautiful! He was already fully erect. Big surprise, I thought. I reached over and caressed my son's cock. "Very nice cock, baby" I cooed. I knew I should stop then, but I was winning now, and I was SO HOT...just one more hand.

"Well, now that things are going my way..." we played another hand. Oops, spoke too soon. I lost again!

"Don't count your chickens..." he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. What now?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but at this point I was anxious to find out what he'd come up with next.

"Pick a card. The number on the card is the number of minutes you have to suck on my cock for!"

I tried to look shocked, but it wasn't working. I love to suck on a man's cock anyway, and the idea of sucking on my son's cock had such a forbidden, taboo thrill to it. I just smiled instead. I drew a card. Five of diamonds. Five minutes. My son laid back on the couch and I proceeded to give him a very slow, very wet, very sensual blowjob. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth. It was leaking precum and tasted delicious! I was going so slowly and sensually that he wasn't quite ready to cum by the time the five minutes were up.

"Five minutes, baby, back to the game!" I said.

He groaned as I pulled away, but didn't complain. We played the next hand. I won again!

"Aha! See? My luck is changing!"

"OK, mom, what do you want me to do?"

"Turn about is fair play. Pick a card. The number on it is the number of minutes you have to eat my pussy for!"

He smiled and drew a card. Ten of clubs! Now I was smiling too! Ten minutes! He pouted slightly.

"Ten minutes? No fair, I only got five from you!"

"Luck of the draw, baby."

He wasn't really upset though. He began licking, kissing and sucking on me, and I almost went crazy as soon as I felt his mouth on my pussy. I looked down and could hardly believe my eyes. Here was my son, his face between my legs, eating my pussy! He wasn't going slow like I had and within the ten minutes he made me cum five times! He raised up, his face covered with my cum.

"Mmmmm, delicious mom, but your ten minutes are up! Back to the game!"

I knew we should stop there, knew where it would lead if we didn't, but I said nothing. No matter how much I might want to deny it, I wanted to go on as much as he did. We played another hand. I lost.

"Aha!" He teased. "Maybe your luck hasn't changed as much as you thought!"

I was just about trembling with anticipation as I spoke.

"OK, what now?"

"Pick a card. The number on it is the number of minutes that I get to fuck you for!"

There it was. I moaned as I reached for a card. Queen of hearts. Ten minutes! My son groaned in anticipation when he saw the card. He laid me back on the couch and positioned himself between my legs.

"Wait a minute. I want to do this too, I won't try to pretend otherwise anymore, but you're going to have to be careful. If you want to fuck me for the full ten minutes, you'll have to go easy, or you'll have to pull out before the time's up."

"Why is that, mom?"

"Because you can't cum inside me. I'm not on birth control and if you cum inside me you'll get me pregnant, so you'll either have to hold out for the ten minutes or pull out when you're ready to cum, understand?"

"OK, mom." he said and placed his cock at my pussylips. He pushed forward slowly and inch by inch my son's cock slid into my pussy. We both moaned at how good it felt. When he got his cock all the way inside me, he held still for a moment, and we both just enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside my pussy. I even gave it a few squeezes with my inner muscles.

Then, while looking deep into my eyes, my son drew back slowly, then thrust into me again. He began sliding his cock in and out of me, slowly. I looked down and watched as my son's cock slid in and out of my pussy. I was watching my own son fuck me! It only took about ten strokes before I came.

"Ooh, yeah baby, fuck me! Fuck mommy! You're making me cum! Your beautiful cock is making momma cum!!!"

I wrapped my legs around his hips as I came, my pussy squeezing his cock rhythmically as he fucked me. When he felt this, he began pumping his hips faster. Suddenly, he thrust deep into me and moaned.

"Oh mom! Uhhhh!!!"

Before I realized what was happening, he was cumming inside me! His cock went deep inside me and began throbbing as his hot cum began shooting into my pussy, carrying his potent sperm deep into my unprotected, fertile womb.

"No! You weren't supposed to...I told you to...oh, you're cumming inside me! My own son is getting me pregnant! I can feel it!...So hot...so good! Ohhhhhh!!!!"

I felt his cock throbbing inside my pussy and streams of cum shooting into me. My son's sperm filling my womb. My son getting me pregnant! The thought drove me wild and made me cum again. I wrapped my legs around him tighter and held him deep inside me as we came together. Again and again my son pumped his cum into my body, until my pussy was so full that I could feel some of his cum leaking out around his cock and sliding down my rear-end. My son's orgasm finally subsided, but his cock was still hard, and he was still sliding it back and forth in my now cum-filled pussy.

"I'm sorry, mom. I know you said I would get you pregnant if I came inside you, but it just felt so good that I couldn't help it! I couldn't stop until I came inside you!"

"So I noticed! I understand, baby. You were making me so hot and it felt so good that I probably wouldn't have let you pull out if you tried. Well, too late to start worrying about it now. Since you're still hard and your ten minutes aren't up yet, go ahead and do it again! Fuck mommy's pussy, baby! Fill your mother's pussy with more of your hot cum! Do it, baby! Cum in mommy's pussy again and get me pregnant!"

He kept on fucking me and soon my son was pumping his second load of cum into me without withdrawing. We fell asleep like that, with his cock still inside my pussy, holding his potent cum in my womb.

Now we play our own private poker games (or maybe they're poke-her games!) every day, and every day we keep his cock inside me until he gives my pussy a ROYAL FLUSH of his cum! My son got me pregnant, likely that first day, and we couldn't be happier. We're looking forward to when my breasts start making milk again and he can nurse from them!