Obediently, I saw Tom stand up, his prick enormously hard when he did, as he uninhibitedly crawled over to where Mila was sitting, and then stood between her legs, leaning over, drawing one of her beautiful tits between his lips as he began sucking it. My own mother had also stood, wearing nothing more than a simple black thong, which once again even I had to admit, looked damn fucking good on her. She stood behind Tom and with her hand, slapped his left cheek, and none too softly either, leaving a red mark on his behind as she soon after left one on his other cheek before retaking her seat.
“Damn!” I thought silently as I sat there, surprised at my own boldness as I reached down, unzipping my fly in order to relieve some of the stress on my own turgid member.
The very next hand, everyone stayed in to the end, though I was beginning to see that losing wasn’t nearly as bad as one might think, which I now knew was just part of the game, and a good excuse to continue playing. Laurel won, laughing as everyone, including my own parents finally stood and removed the last remnants of their clothing.
“Before we continue,” Mila stated as she stood. “I need a pee break, and maybe something else to drink before things get any crazier here, sounds like a plan?” She then asked. There was immediate agreement all around as things momentarily broke up with everyone else heading out to the kitchen. Which was when I realized of course that Mila would soon be heading my way in order to use the shared bathroom.
I scooted a bit further back into the darkened room, well away from the door as she passed. I was certain she would have no idea I was even in there, but even so, the thought of her going into the bathroom next to me was a little unnerving. Especially when I heard her enter, sit down on the toilet, and begin peeing.
Why is it that in a situation like this, that the first thing that you think about, or worry about, like coughing, or sneezing becomes such a fear? I think for good reason, maybe about the time you start thinking about it, it’s because it’s about to happen, and you then realize that it is. I could feel a sneeze coming on, even as I heard the toilet flush I sat there fighting it, trying to hold it in.
Now, for anyone that’s ever held a sneeze, it can be done. It’s not pleasant necessarily, or very easy to do, but…I’d done it before, and knew without any doubt whatsoever, this was now one of those times. I now heard Mila wash her hands, then the door to the bathroom opened just as I felt the sneeze. I snuffed it up, giving myself an internal head sneeze, effectively muffling the sound. But…what I didn’t expect or anticipate when I did that, was the sudden expulsion of air elsewhere. I farted. It wasn’t like it was a loud fart, or a long one.
Just a simple “burp-fart” but a fart nevertheless. Mila walked from the bathroom past the doorway where I was sitting back in the darkness, and actually paused for a moment. For me at least an eternity passed as I sat there praying to the gods that be, that I wouldn’t sneeze, cough, or fart again! It was only a second or so that she had, and then continued on back to the kitchen area just as everyone else was returning.
I almost decided it was time to slip back outside the window in the event Mila mentioned anything about what she thought she may have heard to my parents, but to my relief, I saw her simply sit down accepting a drink from my father without saying anything. I nearly left anyway until I heard mom speak, stopping me in my tracks.
“What’s to say we go straight to Kings and Queens?” she asked.
“Sounds good to me!” Dad agreed, though I wondered if they hadn’t already decided to do so while they’d been in the kitchen.
“Too bad Mike and Doris couldn’t be here tonight too!” Mila exclaimed, then we’d have all four suits. As it is…guess we’ll just have to play with the three,” she finished saying, though everyone was obviously likewise in agreement that it was time to switch games. Though I’d never heard of a card game called Kings and Queens before.
“Ok, first round, five minutes, then ten, and so on?” Mom asked everyone, with everyone once again in agreement. “No matter who?” she added. There was a moment of obvious indecision as she said that.
“Come on Tom, you know the rules,” Laurel reminded him. “If we play Queens and Queens, then it’s only fair we get to see Kings and Kings,” she stated. “So…what’s it going to be tonight? Kings and Queens only? You know, we agreed in the beginning, it has to be a unanimous decision, otherwise we just keep it straight, nothing else.”
Sheepishly he finally relented. “Ok, Queens and Queens,” he said.
“And?”
“Kings and Kings too,” he then added a bit more softly, though I heard my father laugh at him when he did so.
“Don’t worry Tom, maybe whoever it is that’s the joker that won’t make you do something you’d feel too squeamish doing,” he chuckled once again as I sat there listening, now even more curious than before.
Mila had obviously pulled out all the appropriate cards, including as I then saw, one of the two jokers from the boxes where the cards were normally kept, adding those to the very small deck of cards. “Ok everyone, draw!”
I guess it really didn’t matter which card you drew, whether it was a King or a Queen, it was the suits that really mattered. Though I now understood the reference to the other part as they all did, moments later holding up and revealing their cards to one another. Mom was the first to let out a laugh, showing she held the joker, and then drawing the last remaining card, which hadn’t been drawn, showing it to be the Queen of Hearts. Tom was showing the King of hearts and looked obviously relieved.
Dad held the King of Spades, Mila the Queen, which then paired off Laurel and Jacob together. After taking a look at all the various pairings, mom stood as though trying to decide something.
“Ok, for the next five minutes then, Steven?” Mom said addressing my father, “You’re to lick Mila’s pussy, and Mila? You suck Steven’s cock in a side by side “69 together here on the floor,” she told them both. “Laurel? I want Jacob to fuck you doggy style.” I saw Laurel grin from ear to ear, obviously she had a preference for that particular position as she blew mom a kiss in appreciation of that. “And as for you Tom…” mom leered at him suggestively. I just want you to sit on the table here while I suck that big fucking dick of yours!”
Now…if I might digress just a little here. If anyone where to run into my mother and father on the street, or come over to the house on Sunday for dinner, they would never, ever hear a single cuss word, or swear word come out of my mother’s mouth, aside from the occasional “shit, damn, or hell,” but that was about it.
Never before in my entire life had I ever heard my own mother speak the way she was. It was like seeing someone else, especially since she was naked, and hearing her talk like this. I was both confused, as well as aroused, just hearing her, let alone seeing all this. But I knew now, there was no fucking way I was going out that window…not yet anyway.
I only then realized that mom had brought out the kitchen egg timer with her when she’d come back into the room. Setting it for ten minutes, everyone proceeded to get into the positions that she’d previously instructed them to be in. I sat there, horny as hell, still in a little state of shock, but not about to go anywhere as I sat there playing with myself, watching the weirdly erotic spectacle taking place there in my very own home.
All thoughts of Jayleen and I are gone, for the moment anyway.
I hadn’t seen many dicks, well hard ones anyway, so it’s not like I had a lot of experience in that particular area, but even I had to admit, Tom had one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen before in my life, it was monstrous, and almost twice the size of my own, which up until now, I hadn’t thought of as being all that small in size.
And as weird as it was to think about, it was in fact a bit larger than my own father’s though I’d only briefly checked him fout in comparison of that. I had trouble enough not looking at my own mother, even though I did on occasion, forcing my look away whenever I found myself staring at her. And besides, there was plenty more to look at between Mila and Laurel.
Mila’s boobs were about the same size and shape of my own mother’s, something I’d obviously have to deal with when thinking about later. Laurel however had considerably larger tits, and I found them at the moment the focus of my attention as she knelt down on all fours as Jacob knelt behind her, fucking her sweet bare pussy. Her tits however were doing gyrations, the likes of which I’d never seen before, even in porn movies.
Her tits were obviously real, very large, and free swinging at the moment. It was damn exciting just sitting there watching them, hearing the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as Jacob drove his cock in and out of her with a rapidity that I also had never imagined before. For a guy in his forties, he had amazing stamina to keep up that pace.