Joel walked in the house, flinging his bag into the corner he dropped into the easy chair.
"Hello darling, how was college?"
Joel's mom kissed his brow and set the table for tea, he watched as she moved around the table, her Legs shone in the sunlight drifting through the window, her hips swayed as she moved around tossing The flimsy dress from side to side.
Joel looked at his mom with love in his eyes, he had no girlfriend to speak of, he preferred his mom's company, and they would sit close as they watched TV, often laying his head on her arm.
Diane finished setting the table and sat next to her son, he smiled as she tousled his hair," lets play cards tonight," Joel agreed.
After tea, they set the table up they started to play bridge but the game got boring.
"Any suggestions?" Diane asked.
"Strip poker" Joel said for fun.
"I haven't played that since my college days "she laughed.
"Scared mom?" Knowing his mom liked a challenge.
Diane looked at her son, at eighteen he was a hunk, if she were his age she would have got him in bed a long time ago.
"Your on Joel, I hope you don't get embarrassed when you lose your shorts.
"I hope you have on that sexy black underwear I saw on the washing line the other day, I reckon you'll look dead sexy in it, I might even take a photo or two.
"Sounds good to me" Diane dealt the cards.
Diane lost the first hand, standing up she slowly gyrated as she took off her sweater, Joel's eyes took in the swell of his mothers breasts under her t shirt, they must have been at least a 38," Wow mom you look hot."
Diane smiled as her son eyed her body, she knew she looked good.
"Your turn will come soon she smiled, waiting for the chance to see his gorgeous body.
His turn came the next hand; standing up he slowly undid his shirt, jutting his hips forward As he removed it, Diane looked at the bulge in her son's jeans, it looked so big.
The game moved on and they both removed shoes and socks, the next garment was crucial for both of Them.
Diane felt confident with a full house, soon she was going to see her son in his jockey shorts, and she didn't know why she was gasping for breath.
Laying her cards confidently on the table she gave a yell of triumph, "Sorry mom, try four two's"