I hate sunburns. Here we were, in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, on the neatest vacation of my life. I was in the hotel room with Mom. Dad and my sister, Shirley, were down on the beach somewhere. I lay on the bed, my face at the foot of the bed, laying on my tummy, in only a pair of shorts. Everything else was too painful to wear with the horrible sun burn I had gotten yesterday.
I flipped around the channels on the TV provided by the hotel. There wasn’t anything on that I
wanted to watch.
“Maybe,” said my mother, “there’s some games or something. I’ll check all the drawers.”
I couldn’t go outside. My sunburn from the previous day on the beach was driving me crazy,
though, it seemed to be getting a bit better. When the sun went down a bit in the late afternoon, I
might be able to go outside and lay by the pool or something.
“Hey, a deck of cards.”
Mom had found a deck of cards. It would beat the local stations or some ugly old movie I’d
already seen.
I moved over on the bed, and we played a couple of hands of hearts, and I was losing.
“Shit, good thing we’re not playing strip poker,” I told Mom.
“You’d lose anyway, you’re not wearing but one piece of clothing.”
“Then, you’d have to give me a head start.”
“Sure I would. I’d give you a head start back to your own room.”
“You didn’t get it, did you? ‘Head’ start?”
“Oh, ha ha, yeah, that’s real cute.”
“Let’s play then, strip poker.”
Her eyes widened. “You’d lose, unless you want to put on some clothes.”
“We’ll just keep track, you know, even score, even number of hands.”
Mom laughed. “Strip poker with my son, yet. Sheesh. That’s kind of absurd, you know.”
But, she agreed. This was going to be interesting, I thought, my cock stirring at the thought of being naked in front of Mom, and of possibly seeing her naked. I didn’t know what had come over me all of a sudden. The thought of playing strip poker with Mom certainly wasn’t something I would have ever though possible.
I won two hands, and she was down to bra and panties. Then, I won the next hand, and she actually took off her bra! Her tits didn’t sag a bit. They were rather large, with dark brown nipples. She wasn’t exactly the sexiest woman on earth, but she had a great body, and her tits were nice and round, and those nipples were sticking out quite a bit.
“God, Mom, you’re gorgeous.”
“Just play your hand,” she said.
I lost.
“Well now.” Mom was smiling. “Come on, Damien, your turn.”
I sat up and slid my trunks down to my ankles, my hard dick rising up and pounding me in
the belly.
“Good lord, what a dick, and lots of hair, too,” Mom said.
“Well, now what?”
“That is a nice dick. What should we play now?”
I laughed. “How about that ‘Head Start’ we were talking about earlier?”
The though of getting a blow job from my mother was nearly too much. My cock jumped and jerked at the thought.
I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs. It was interesting. You could see my pink flesh, burned from the sun, except where my swim trunks were. It was as if the rest of the body was a dark pink frame for the hard cock and hairy balls in the middle.
“Go for it,” I said. It was a weird, strange situation, my mother sitting there, staring at my hard dick, her erect nipples turning me on even more, making my hard dick throb with anticipation.
To my surprise and delight, Mom moved forward, her long blond hair drifting across my abdomen as she moved her face close to my cock. I could feel her breath on my balls, and then felther fingers pick up my throbbing dick. She kissed the head of it, and then ran her tongue down the length of it. This sent shivers of extreme ecstasy though me, causing my cock to jerk with anticipation. Then, she actually licked my balls, running her tongue across them. Then, her tongue
moved up the shaft of my cock, and suddenly, it was in her warm, wet mouth.
She moved her head up and down, and I was going to cum soon. She sucked on it, sucked
it hard, and I thrust my hips upward, my cock jerking, shooting hot cum into my mother’s mouth.
She swallowed, swallowing my entire load of hot jism.
There was a knock at the door, and we could hear my Dad’s voice outside. “Open the door,
hun, I don’t have a key.”
I quickly pulled on my shorts, and was studiously playing a game of solitaire when Mom
opened the door, fully clothed, for my Dad and my sister.
A scene like that was never repeated. We never spoke of it. It was just one of those things,
one little card game between me and my mother.
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