by BardontheHill 01/03/11
Yes, this is another Mom (Mum) and Son story. If you want a quick story and climax do not read this story. It starts with a small stakes poker game that escalates into much more. If you are under 18 or easily offended do not read any further.
I am 19, my Mom is 41 and Dad is 42. My parents have been married 20 for years. I checked the timing; I was conceived a few months after they were married.
My sister is a year younger than me. I am working, living at home, trying to save money and taking advantage of my Mom's home cooking. She still buys me a few items of clothing when she is shopping.
My father has started travelling more frequently with his work; some weeks he is away Monday through Friday apparently teaching Eastern Europeans how to install filter systems. My sister just started University she is home only during scheduled school holidays.
Mom and I are not really close, none of us are. We are not a huggy-kissy family. Dad stays mostly aloof, providing, housing and feeding us all. Once a year we used to take a family vacation. I think the novelty wore off for my Dad. He cannot just buy my sister and me an ice cream cone to make us happy. This summer all of us were talking about going to Spain on holiday. The topless beaches, numerous bars and some historic sights now seem like a great idea, when we were planning the trip we argued about when to leave, where to stay, how much to spend. I think my Dad just gave up trying to organize the trip.
Every week I get an allowance from Dad even though I am 19 years old, working and living at home for free. I suspect the allowance is to make up for me choosing not to go to university while my sister started college this year and my Dad pays.
My Mom never seems to have any money. I have stopped asking her for loans even very small amounts because she always says no. With my crappy car breaking down and a credit card to pay off I rarely have any cash to spare.
Mom and I were together in the house, just the two of us all this week. Normally we interacted little. I am usually out with my friends playing soccer, drinking at the pub, anything but sitting at home. I do not think Mom cares; she is busy shopping or meeting a neighbor. She recently started playing tennis with some friends, twice a week at the local tennis courts.
My Mom is slim, pale except in the summer when she has tan lines, great figure 36D breasts all natural so they hang down a little, long legs, 5ft 8in tall and pretty, not beautiful, dark brown shoulder length hair.
My car had broken down again this time I needed a starter motor. My usual free ride friends were not available. I have been staying home in the evenings.
My Mom dressed boring. That's the best description. Blouse buttoned one button short of the neck, skirt down below the knee; since she had started playing tennis she sometimes wore tennis socks with white tennis shoes. I could tell she wore a bra every day, I am sure she wore panties.
I can honestly say it had never occurred to me to have sex with my Mom. From reading other erotic stories I realize I must be a stupid teenager because when I am not dating I masturbate every night to every possible woman I know, meet or see on TV, I have never had my Mom in any scene.
Sitting at home watching TV Thursday night, one of the early James Bond movies that now sound and look so sexist, Mom stopped walking as she passed behind the sofa.
"Hi honey what are you watching?"
"The girl with the biggest breasts" I laughed making sure she knew I was joking.
"Sorry honey you are watching the wrong Bond movie, Honor Blackman does not have the equipment and she is not very cute."
Her wit surprised me, Mom rarely made jokes; actually she did not laugh that often. I gathered my legs under my body on the sofa unusually she joined me.
Mom usually watched British prime time TV in 30 or 60 minute episodes.
We watched the film side by side, said little groaned at the acting and some of the scenes. Immediately after the Bond movie was a much newer film, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels made in 1998.
"This is a great movie" I exclaimed.
"What time is it honey?"
"OK let's try it"
My Mom is no movie watcher, I figured she was really bored to have sat down in the first place, I surmised she was too tired to get up and wash dishes. Her bed time is usually 10.30pm.
Early on in the story is a scene where our hero loses a lot of money belonging to him and his friends to a crooked crime porn boss playing poker. The poker game scene isn't long however my Mom spoke,
"We used to play poker with the Jones's and Browns" she said referring to friends my parents had seen a lot of before we moved across town.
"I thought you all played Bridge."
"When there were 2 or 4 couples we played bridge when there were only 3 we played poker"
"Did you win?"
"Sometimes," she smiled
"How much did you guys play for, did Dad lose the mortgage?"
"No silly" she laughed. "We all put in 20 pounds and played with chips, dividing the chips back into cash by who won or lost."
"No cash huh, just pretend chips" I exaggerated, deliberately teasing her or at least trying to get a rise out of her.
"Playing for cash is dangerous, friends and family can get hurt", she said dramatically.
She was very serious.
"So I hear," I responded.
The movie went on however when the scenes featured the weed and the violence at the dope growers place she said she was going to bed. I yawned and said me to.
Our house has the bedrooms upstairs my parents bedroom is at the front of the house.
I had undressed down to my boxers and tee shirt when Mom appeared at my bedroom door.
"'Night Mom" since we were getting on so well I thought I would try my luck,
"Mom can you lend me any cash 'till Monday" I was planning on going out Friday but had very little money. I needed a few beers after 4 days at home.
"No honey, all I have is ten pounds for food tomorrow."
"Mom I have ten pounds, want to play poker, winner takes all?" my best challenging, teasing, I don't really expect you to play, voice.
"Okay honey". I gasped out loud.
"We'll play in my room," she said.
It actually never occurred to me to put on any more clothes, she was still dressed and I was getting ready for bed. Couple of hands of poker I would be up 10 pounds and in my bed.
I had grabbed a deck of cards from my room on the way out, when I entered my parents room Mom was positioned on the far right side of the bed, sitting just below the pillow, I stood at the front left part of the bed as I looked at it, diagonally opposite from my Mom.
"Sit down honey, where's your money?" she rhymed.
Unlike the US that seems unable to keep one dollar coins in general use the UK has one pound coins everywhere. My entire ten pounds was in coins. Mom had 5 coins and a five pound note.
"What game did you play Mom?"
"We'll play 5 card draw, one pound ante." Suddenly Mom was wide awake with a twinkle in her eye. I was sitting on her bed in my underwear playing poker for the household food money. Although it seemed very unlikely ten pounds was all the money she had or at least had access to it occurred to me I had no idea how my Mom and Dad split up the cash, budgeted or controlled their money.
I did know she either never had any cash or pretended she never had any cash. I also knew it was Thursday night, my Dad was due back Friday, if this was Mom's only cash it might get interesting if I won. Dad would expect dinner Friday and milk & cornflakes Saturday morning. We were out of milk and cornflakes.
I quickly shuffled the cards using a lazy side shuffle where you hold the pack of cards by the ends, allow some to drop and shuffle others into your other hand. I lazy shuffled four or five times, safe in the knowledge the pack was not new, the cards already mixed. Mom did not appear to watch me.
I dealt 5 cards each, alternating between Mom and me. I put the balance of the deck down on the bed close to me and picked up my cards. Mom leaned in picked up her cards and sat back leaning on the headboard right leg stretched straight down the right side of the bed parallel to the edge, her other leg off the bed, foot on the bedroom floor, like she was ready to make a quick getaway. I was sitting diagonally opposite Mom, my legs under my body looking at my terrible hand.
"Ante up," she ordered throwing in one of her coins.
I did so and reviewed my hand. Three of clubs, 6 of diamonds, 7 of spades, jack of hearts and queen of clubs.
"I bet one pound" she said.
"You are fast Mom, let me check my cards"
I had to call there was not enough cash available to start folding hands, I called throwing in one coin, Mom asked for 2 cards, I kept the Jack, Queen and got three more cards. My sadness over getting the 9 of clubs, 2 of diamonds and 6 of spades especially after giving up a 6 was complete.
"Raise a pound," she said. Damn I muttered this is happening fast and not in a good way.
"I call." I threw in another pound.
"Pair of Kings" she slapped down.
"Nothing" I responded.
"Good" she chimed,
"Slow down Mom, let's enjoy the game"
"No, we are here to play poker and win money, deal" this was an all action decisive Mom I rarely saw. I was not enjoying it so far. Five more cards face down.
"Let's raise the ante to two pounds" she announced. I had no response except to throw in 2 pound coins noting I was already down to 5 pounds in front of me.
"Raise two pounds" she said, I had not even looked at my cards. I will not bore the reader with every card but I changed three again and ended with a pair of queens. Problem was Mom was playing like she had a train to catch, I had not specified who bet first on each hand and she was leading each deal and running the show. Not that I had much to lead with.
"Raise two pounds," Mom stated throwing in the coins.
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