Pushing her backwards, her hands had no choice but to let go of me, her topless body now on the sand in front of me. I ran my hands over her hips, slo...ly rubbing my palms up her flat stomach, determinedly reaching out for the bosoms standing prominent in front of me. I ran my hands over the domes, her nipples hard against my hands. Clasping a handful I playfully pulled them, and then ran my hands back down her stomach, stopping when I reached the waist band of her jeans. I leant into her,. “Want to make this game a little exciting and make it a game of strip poker?” I asked.“I guess.” Paul said.We agreed that each hand lost would mean losing an article of clothing. We each counted to make sure that we started with the same number of items. Each of us had a pair of socks, pants, boxers, and a shirt on. I dealt the first hand, and I lost. There went the socks. The next hand I won, and off went Paul’s socks. Paul lost the next two hands. He was now just down to his boxers. I could. I looked back at her when dad was out of the kitchen, her butt cheeks were sweaty and red. Her pussy was puffy and swollen, with cum running down and over her pubic hair and then dripping to the floor. I looked a little lower at mom's face and saw that she was lazily looking at me from between her legs smiling a content smile.Then she straightened up, the shirt dropping to cover her ass. She took a deep breath and sighed a relieved sigh and looked around her and below her."Oh, what a mess" she. "Do you like what you see, son?" I said in a husky whisper. "I'm wet. I'm wet because of you, Jessie. I bet you didn't know you made your mother so hot and wet, did you?"Jessie just stared as I maneuvered John's cock to my pussy. My pussy lips clasped the head of his cock hungrily and as our son watched, I slowly sank down on his father's immense erection. In all my life I have never been so excited and aroused. John's cock felt larger than ever and I was tightening my flesh around him and it.