Chapter 4: An Easy Bet to Win

“Well well, see something interesting?” I heard from behind me. I turned and my mom and Tammy were there, both of them grinning at me.

“Well, you gotta admit they’re better than the grandma and grandpas,” I replied with a wink.

I noticed that both of them had a glass of wine in their hands and from the way my mom was standing I had a suspicion it wasn’t her first (or second). It sort of surprised me as I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her drunk. For that matter, I couldn’t remember ANY time when she had been drunk.

“Did I ever tell you my daughter was a slut?” my mom said with a slight slur to Tammy. Dear god, she WAS drunk!

“Oh really? Well, I think you mentioned she was popular with the guys,” Tammy said, looking at my mom with about as surprised a look as I had on my face, “But no Mary, I don’t think you ever called her THAT before!”

“Well she IS a slut,” my mom said with a silly grin on her face, “You wouldn’t believe how many guys she’s spread her legs for. Makes me look like a nun when I was her age!”

“MOM!” I said in a little louder voice than I intended. I looked around and although a few people had turned at the sound of my voice, thankfully it didn’t appear that any had heard what she had said.

“Now Mary, don’t embarrass Kelly,” Tammy said, putting her arm around my mom to hold her steady.

“Are you kidding!?” my mom said, laughter creeping into her voice, “I don’t think she even knows what the word means!”

Tammy tried to steer my dunk mother to a couch in the lounge at the back of the casino but my mom refused to go. Instead she stood her ground and looked over at the group of guys at the poker table.

“Here Tammy, I’ll prove it to you,” she said in a softer voice. The she looked at me with a nasty grin on her face. “Ok ... Kelly ... Show Tammy what a slut you are. Go over and get all four of those guys to fuck you.”

“Mary!”, Tammy exclaimed, “What are you trying to prove?” She turned to me and took my hand. “Now Kelly, your mom’s drunk and I know she didn’t mean to say that. You certainly don’t have to do anything like that.”

I looked back over at the guys and thought for a minute. They all looked to be in their mid to late twenties, not bad looking and seemed to be having a good time trying to hit on every girl that walked by. Overall, not too shabby and definitely fuckable! I turned back to my mom and Tammy and put on a silly grin.

“Oh, I don’t know Tammy, I think it sounds like quite a little challenge actually,” I said softly, rubbing up against her slightly but just enough for her to feel my breast pushing against her. She blushed a little, although I couldn’t be sure that she wasn’t more embarrassed than turned on. I looked back at my mom and asked, “OK, so what do I get if I win?”

My mom just laughed at that saying, “Well, I would think getting fucked by four guys would be enough of a present for you. After all that masturbating this week I KNOW you’re horny as can be! So what’s it going to be girl?”

“Deal!” I said, closing the negotiations as they were.

Tammy was looking at my mom like she was some sort of stranger and I could see her lips moving as she whispered to my mom, asking what she was talking about when she said I had been masturbating all week. Well, what did she expect me to do surrounded by gorgeous men all week, none of whom I was allowed to touch! My mom knew me all too well. She was right - I WAS as horny as I could be and I was willing to do most anything if it meant getting fucked. After all, it wasn’t like the thought had not already entered my mind earlier. I took a deep breath and was about to head over for my prey when my mom stepped over to me and grinned.

“Now remember - all four of them or it doesn’t count!” she whispered to me.

“Does oral count?” I responded. My mom laughed at me and shook her head.

“Hell no!” she snorted, “When I say fucked that means fucked, not sucked!”

I grinned, not expecting anything less from her. Usually my mom was the “voice of reason” whenever my dad would go a little too far when he came up with things for me to do for him but now and then my mom seemed to like to live vicariously through me. Sometimes I wondered if she really told me everything that she had done when she was my age. Was she reliving her past through me or using me to realize some unfilled fantasy? I had a feeling today was the latter. Of course, a few drinks didn’t hurt when it came to loosening up the inhibitions. After a week of being away from my dad I knew she was pretty horny herself and I had no doubt in her mind she was wishing she could do what she was telling me to do. I also had no doubts that the guys would have loved a mother-daughter pair as well!

I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head to fluff it up. One less button on the shirt to reveal some more cleavage and I was ready to go. I slowly walked over to the table towards the guys. Because there as only one poker table in this little casino and all the seats were filled, they were stuck having to just watch their friend but that didn’t seem to prevent them from drinking beer and having a good time.

Judging from the way they were chugging down the bottles, I had a feeling they were going to be a bit drunk which usually meant that in addition to their normal mental capacities, any inhibitions would be dulled as well. Mmmmmmm, that was perfect for what I had in mind for them!

As I got closer I was able to see them more clearly and listen to them. One guy stood out as the leader, a tall, dark haired guy who looked also to be the oldest, probably in his early thirties if I guessed right. I quickly noticed one other thing about him that set him off from the others - he was the only one with a wedding ring on. He was standing directly behind the guy sitting at the table, slapping him on the side of the head when he made a stupid move and then shaking him by the shoulders when he made a good play. From the looks of things, he was getting hit in the head a lot more than which seemed to correspond with the shrinking pile of chips in front of him.

Actually, the guy playing was the most handsome of the bunch and also looked to be the youngest, just barely old enough to be playing from the looks of him. He was wearing a tight t-shirt which showed off his arms and chest nicely. The other two were your run-of-the-mill guys that seem to populate most of the world. They weren’t exactly models but not ugly either. Both were probably in their mid to late twenties and seemed more interested in their beer and flirting with the girls than the game at the table.

So far it looked they were having about as much luck with the girls as their friend was having at the table but that didn’t deter them from trying. The poor waitress had to deal with them with every round. She just smiled when they grabbed her ass but I noticed she moved away as quickly as possible once they paid and tipped her. She obviously knew what it took to get a good tip but I could have told them that they had about as much a chance of laying her as a snowball had in hell!

I made my way to a spot where I could watch the table as if I was interested in the game but close enough for them to hit on me if they wanted. In a way I almost felt sorry for them as it was like throwing bait into a bucket of hungry fish. I wasn’t there a minute before one of the two made his way over to me.

“Hey babe, buy you a drink?” he said with his eyes planted firmly on my chest.

Now THAT was an original line if I ever heard one! I just smiled at him and shook my head. It wasn’t a complete turndown like they had been getting from the other girls, just enough to say I didn’t want drink but not so much that I was turning him completely away.

“You like poker?” he tried again. This time I nodded slightly and looked his way.

“I like to play,” I said softly. He seemed almost surprised that I had responded to him, which was probably not to be unexpected given his .000 batting average so far for the evening.

“Oh really?” he said, moving up closer to me, “Guess you’ll have to get yourself a seat at the table.”

As he said it he put his hand on the table behind me that I was leaning against such that his arm was pressed against my back. Since I didn’t make any move to pull away from him, he took it as a sign of encouragement and moved in a little closer to me. I grinned at him and teased him a little.

“I said I like to play, not that I wanted to play poker,” I said as I pressed back against his arm just enough to let him know I was OK with him pressing against me.

He obviously didn’t need much more encouragement as almost immediately I felt his hand firmly on my ass. I almost laughed at how easy this was becoming. Yep, fish in a barrel! I glanced over at where my mom and Tammy were standing, watching me and talking to each other as if they were observing some kind of sporting event. Well, I guess in a way that was exactly what they were doing. This was just a game for me after all, one I had no intention of losing!

“You DO know that’s my ass you have your hand on,” I said softly to him. He responded by clenching it tighter.

“Yea, and what a nice ass it is,” he said, pressing up harder against me. One thing about horny guys, and slightly drunk ones at that, was they didn’t waste a lot of time with small talk. He was looking to get laid, not for a date which suited me just fine as it wasn’t like I had all night myself. The key now was to get the others involved as well.

“What about your friends?” I asked seductively, nodding at them over by the poker table, “Do they like to play too?”

“Nahhhhh, forget them,” he said as he started to move his hand over the curves of my ass, “What you say just me and you head out for a little fun - just the two of us?”