Chapter 2: Learning the Rules

I found the place on the video recording where Mom opened the door for the first guest. It was Ms. Lockley. She was dressed in a fairly sheer white blouse with no bra and a short black skirt. She actually looked pretty hot for a lady in her mid-thirties. I hadn’t ever noticed her before, but she had a killer set of legs and a nice ass covered by the short skirt. And through her sheer blouse, I could tell her nipples were big atop her “C” cup breast. She kicked off her shoes before hugging my mom. “I’ve been looking forward to Bunco night for a while.”

Mom hugged Ms. Lockley back and let her hand roam down to the visitor’s firm, skirt-covered ass. With a quick kiss on the woman’s lips, she said, “Me too. Hopefully, the dice are good to you tonight.”
The same scene played out five more times. It was like the women had a uniform of a sheer blouse and short-ish skirt. The women were toned and fit and kicked their shoes off shapely legs. Each received a kiss and a grope of their ass from my mom. The women did much the same thing to each other.

The seventh woman in the door was Ms. Calender, a teacher I had for homeroom at school. She broke the uniform mold. Under her sheer blouse, a lacy black bra showed through. My mom said as she shut the door behind Ms. Calender, “Bold choice Jenny. I hope it doesn’t come back to bite us, partner.” Their kiss lasted longer than the others, and the grope wasn’t on top of her black skirt.
“I am feeling lucky,” Jenny responded, wiggling her hips. “But honestly, either way, we can’t lose.”

Mom and Ms. Calender had just separated when the next woman knocked. I could’ve sworn I recognized the cadence of the knock. When the woman walked in, I recognized her immediately. She didn’t have a sheer top on. But I could tell you, she had small, pointy nipples that got really hard when she was aroused. It wasn’t a grown woman; hell, she wasn’t even out of her teens. It was my former girlfriend, Darla. She immediately had a shocked look on her face just after my mom started to kiss her. But she didn’t resist or flinch when her ass was groped through her navy skirt; I’d wanted to put my hand under more than once.

“We’re happy to have you.” Mom said to my former brunette girlfriend. “Your mom said you’re sitting in for her. She did explain the rules of our game.”

“Yes, ma’am, I guess,” Darla responded meekly, not looking up.

“I only ask because of your skirt and blouse. The skirt should be black and the blouse white. And as far as the rules, are you sure you are good with them? Because if not, now is the time to go, so I can call an alternate in.” My mom was staring at the girl, who was not looking at her.

Darla stammered her reply. “Uh ... mmm ... I don’t know what...”

Mom cut her off mid-sentence, “It’s OK, dear. There are no hard feelings if you decide to go. Our game is not for everyone. Just let your mom know she will be on the alternate list until another spot becomes available.”

“Oh.” Darla sounded scared as well as concerned. “No, I’ll stay. Mom would want me to.”

“Are you sure, dear? As I said, it isn’t for everyone. And once the game starts, there is no leaving until the end of the night.” It was like Mom was giving her every chance to back out.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m going to stay. But I’m not sure of all the rules of the game. I looked them up online, but Mom said at this game they’re augmented. I think that’s what she called it,” Darla said. I recognized the questioning look and inflection in her voice at augmented. It was one of concern.

“Yes, that is a good way to put it. And you can drop the ma’am unless directed to use it later. Call me Sarah,” Mom instructed. “And we’ll help you with the additional rules we use. I believe your mom’s usual partner is Virginia Bryce.” She waved to a good-looking lady who was probably forty by the looks of her hands. She could’ve passed as late twenties by her face and body. Ms. Bryce came over to where the two were standing. Mom made introductions: “Virginia, this is Cindy Benz’s daughter, Darla. She’s standing in tonight for her mom. Darla, this is Virginia. She’ll be your game partner tonight.”

Virginia did as my mom had earlier and pulled Darla into her and kissed her. She let it draw out. On my video screen, I could see her tongue sliding between Darla’s lips. Her hand was just as busy on the ass; I liked stroking when I kissed her like that. Breaking the kiss, Virginia said, “Nice to meet you. We’re going to have some fun tonight.”

Mom tapped on Ms. Bryce’s shoulder. “You know, since you have the only new player, you two will be the lowest-rung couple starting the night?”

“Yeah, it’s OK.” Ms. Bryce said, looking a bit disappointed. “It means I only lost a couple of rungs of the ladder. We’ll get them back. And if I want to start at the top rung for a change, I’ll have to host the game.”

“Be at the winner’s table by the end of the night, and you can,” Mom said it like it was a known rule of the group. There was another knock on the door. Before Mom answered, she turned to Darla, “I’m sure you’ll be the hit of the game. Go get yourself a drink. I won’t tell.”

A pair of women came in the door, and I recognized one as Ms. Walsh. She lived four houses down and had a daughter in my grade. Her daughter was very popular as well as pretty. It meant she didn’t give me the time of day, despite knowing each other since kindergarten. Ms. Walsh wasn’t in as good of shape as the rest of the women but was much more vivacious. I didn’t recognize the woman who came in with her, but Mom called her Molly. The two women sandwiched my mom between them. The tall blonde she called Molly kissed her on the lips while Ms. Walsh applied her lips to the back of Mom’s neck. Both had slid a hand up along each of my mom’s milky white thighs until they were slightly under her skirt. It looked like my mom’s body melted into jelly between the two bodies pressed against her.

The last woman in the door was Ms. Silber. She didn’t bother to knock; she just opened the door, disrupting the two women and my mom from their oral and groping party. “What you started without me?” Ms. Silber said loudly. She acted like she was going to strip off her skirt, allowing the hidden camera to catch a glimpse of the lace thong riding along her crack.

My mom wiggled out from between the women who’d been running their hands up and down her thighs. And their lips along her neck and mouth. “No,” she addressed Ms. Silber. To the mostly gabbing and some groping women, she said loudly, “Now that the group is all here. We can start. In the kitchen, as most of you have already found, is the bar. Help yourself to as many drinks as you want. As per usual, on the table in front of your seat is the shot glass. And in the middle of the table is the tequila to fill them with. But you ladies know the rules. Darla, if there is anything you are unsure of, Virginia will help. Keep your purses near you; we don’t want to disrupt the flow of the night with you looking for any particular toy.” It was then I realized each of the women had come into the house with a purse or bag. They didn’t tend to match their outfits. Everyone that is except Darla, who looked puzzled at the reference to toys. “For those that didn’t greet Darla, she is sitting in for her mom. I’m sure all of you will get to know her over the course of the night. The same rules as always. Let’s have some fun. Everyone knows their ranking from the last game.” There was a general acknowledgment. Each person knew where they were to sit. “Jenny and I jump up a rung to the highest pair for the first game. And with any luck, won’t leave it.”

“You wish, you wench.” Ms. Silber said, walking into the kitchen. Over her shoulder, she said, “I’m going to have you between my thighs lapping like a dog before the night is over.”
The statement came through the headphones I had decided to wear. It had shocked me to the point of replaying it. I made sure I had heard it correctly, which I had. On the video from the night before, it appeared to have stunned Darla, too. She now looked like a trapped animal, with no idea what was to come and no way out. And her eyes widened more as the shot glass in front of her was filled. The golden liquid poured out of the bottle with a Corazon label and didn’t stop until it was at the rim.

It turned out my hidden cameras in the living room had been placed fairly well. I had put four of them in the room. Three had almost a perfect view of each of the three tables and the fourth, the area of the couch and chair with the footstool, that always seemed to be in the way. The one at the doorway had already proven well placed. I had a hard-on just from watching the goings-on as the women had entered. The feed from the one in the kitchen had proven pretty uninteresting. So, I left its playback running, keeping it synchronized with the other feeds. But it was minimized on the screen. I did the same with the doorway camera. At that point, it was just pointing at an unoccupied foyer and door. The other four feeds filled each of the four quadrants of my 32-inch monitor. With the women all sitting around the table, I could hone in on one table at a time. While doing that, I let the other videos run. If something interesting happened at one table, I could go back and see how it got started. And how it ended.

I decided to initially concentrate my attention on the table with my ex. But I did notice my mom before sitting in her seat when around the room closing the blinds tight, which was unusual. She always said, “We shouldn’t shut out God’s glorious creation.” She had then pulled on the blinds, opening them wide. She was so adamant about it, I didn’t know why the house even had functioning blinds. Since they weren’t going to be used. That is until that moment before she sat down.

My mom rang a small bell and said loudly, “I pray, may Beelzebub, Aphrodite, and Pothos smile on each of you. Begin.” Each of the women reached for the shot glass in front of them and threw the liquor down their throats. Each one grimaced a bit as it went down.

Mom’s statement raised my shock to a new level. My Bible-thumping mother was praying to Satan and other gods of Greece. Had I done this, I would have likely been disowned by her. Or until that moment I thought I would.

At what was designated the low table, Virginia saw Darla hadn’t consumed the contents of her shot glass. “Come on, Darla. It isn’t that bad,” she cajoled my former girlfriend. Adding a bit of a stick as a warning. “Plus you don’t want to start the game with a penalty.”

Darla looked as if she had swallowed pure hellfire as the tequila went down her throat. But it had kept her partner happy. She basically dropped the glass onto the table. She put her hands to her throat as if it would help what was surely a burning sensation to end. The women around the table chuckled at the reaction. “Don’t worry, honey,” said the sandy blonde they had called, Molly, though never a last name, who was sitting on her left. “The next one goes down much better.”

“Seriously?” Darla asked. “How many times do we have to do that?”

“Oh, your momma didn’t tell you about all the rules?” Ms. Walsh asked Darla, as she tossed the three dice in her hand. The dice showed a three, six, and a five. To her partner across the table, she said, “Not a great start.”

Both Ms. Walsh and Molly replied, “Nope.”

Virginia said to Darla, “Don’t worry; just follow my lead. And do what I do.” She picked up the three dice and tossed them, a two, three, and six coming up. “Shit, nothing.” There was a bit of commotion at the middle table. It was the first point of the round being scored. The other two players took their required shot. The next roll at the low table with Darla got very interesting.

Ms. Walsh rolled a pair of ones. Molly turned to Darla, then Virginia, saying, “Take them off, girls. I want to see those sweet little tits or fine ass.”

“What?” Darla said her eyes, getting wide.

Virginia undid the buttons on her sheer blouse and took it completely off. Her ever-so-slightly drooping tits and their dark, half-dollar-sized nipples were exposed. Not at all embarrassed or ashamed, she said, “Your mom really didn’t explain much of the rules. Did she?”

Darla was beet red as she looked at her partner’s full “C” cup breast. “I guess not. Not fully; it was a last-minute thing.” Darla muttered, looking at the other women warily.

A look passed over the women’s faces at the table. “Oh, she should’ve. But you’re here now,” said Ms. Bryce. She picked up the full shot glass in front of her. Ms. Walsh had refilled it for her while she removed her blouse. “So whoever scores first, the other pair has to take a shot,” Virginia said, throwing back the shot. “And doubles of the Bunco number means the other team has to lose one article of clothing. It’s like strip poker. Except we all only get to start off with three pieces of clothing. Plus, we get them back at the end of each round.” Looking Darla straight in the eye inquisitively, she asked. “You have played strip poker?”

“Oh no. My girlfriends and I don’t play poker. It is gambling. It is a sin to gamble,” Darla said forthrightly, mesmerized by the half-naked woman talking with her.

Ms. Bryce came up with a lame answer to Darla’s objection, “Eh? Well, since it’s always just one piece of clothing, it really isn’t gambling. It’s just a rule.”

Darla was not the brightest girl, but surely she had rejected such a bogus explanation, I thought, looking exclusively at the low table on my monitor. I was shocked when she talked herself into accepting it. A few seconds later, she cautiously said, “Ahh ... I guess that makes sense.” Her fingers trembled and pushed buttons through their holes. Slowly, she undid all the buttons down her satin canary yellow covering. Her basic white bra with just a touch of lace at the top stood out while she removed her arms through the armholes. She pulled it free from where it’d been tucked into her skirt. She asked, holding the shirt out, “Where should I put it?” The question seemed so out of place to me. Yet at the same time, I got the first good look at my former girlfriend’s midriff.

Virginia said, “Just hang it over the back of your chair as I did. You’ll get to put it back on at the end of this round.”

Molly piped up, “Are you wearing panties, Darla?”

“Of course I always wear underwear. Only sluts and girls with loose morals don’t. I am sure you have on a pair, don’t you?” She said, questioning.

Molly continued, “Like Virginia said, we all only get three articles of clothing. So panties would make four. You need to either take off your panties or your bra. Let us see those perky little tits of yours or what type of panties you’re wearing as you take them off.”

The red in Darla’s face spread down her neck and upper chest, turning them a bright red. With all the women at the table staring at her, waiting for her reply, her hand shook the whole way to the plastic clasp between her mounds. With a motion I hadn’t been able to do when we dated, she flicked it, popping the bra loose, allowing the cups to separate. Gradually she let the white undergarment slide off her shoulders and her solid grapefruit-sized breast. The blush of her face extended all the way to the tiny and perfectly round dark area hardly distinguishable from her hard pointed nipples. I had enticed them into hardening during our making out, but now they looked so much harder. The small nipple surrounded by equally firm areolas had the other women staring. Her hands went to cover her naked breast as she sat frozen.

It was Virginia stating the obvious. “You’re not going to be able to take your drink if you don’t have at least one hand free.” The comment had Darla look around slowly. She looked at her partner for a long time, who was sitting with her breast fully bared to the other women. It was like she was trying to puzzle something out. In the end, she slowly dropped both hands, re-displaying her pointed nipples. One of her hands picked up the shot glass in front of her. She made the same scrunched-up face she had done the first time the tequila traveled down her throat. Burning the whole way. I watched her alluring nipples. They went up and down as she coughed and choked. I had stroked and rolled them between my fingers, but never did I get to see them in full light. Now on the screen, they lived up to my every fantasy.

Again it was Molly speaking up, “Damn girl, if my tits looked that luscious and suckable, I’d get them out any time I could.”

Ms. Walsh added to what looked like horror on Darla’s face, “Yeah, I could reach out and play with them right now.”

Virginia’s statement stopped Ms. Walsh’s hand in its tracks: “Rules, ladies. Let’s keep playing and see what happens.” Darla looked relieved that Virginia had stopped Ms. Walsh’s advances and had them back to the game of dice. Ms. Walsh continued to roll, getting a one multiple times. The dice were finally turned over to Darla, who only rolled once. She got no ones.

My attention was drawn away for a short time as my mom and Ms. Calendar were stripping off their blouses. There was no hesitation in their removal. Mom’s tits looked as great as they did in every other video of her. I was a bit queasy when I realized I thought Mom’s tits looked better than Ms. Walsh’s. Mom’s nipples were not pointed but soft and full at the round end of her teardrop breast. Ms. Calender exposed her black, lacy bra overflowing with her breast meat when she tossed off her blouse. The points of her nipples were perfectly located in the gaps in the lace. They ended up poking past the thin black lace.

“So no underwear tonight, Jenny?” Amanda Hagan, the freckled red-headed woman sitting across from Ms. Silber, said.

“You know it, Amanda.” Ms. Calender enticed. Nothing more happened at that table to keep my attention, and the middle table had four still fully dressed women.

Ms. Walsh rolled again. She for a second time rolled a pair of ones. There was a look of excitement as Darla followed Ms. Bryce’s lead and stood up. Darla, though, hesitated a while after Ms. Bryce had stepped out of her skirt, exposing her tight ass and shapely thighs. Her pussy was covered by a small triangle of lace that would’ve had to double in size to make anything close to a modest bikini bottom. The thin waistband was met in the back with an equally thin piece of lace cord buried between the globes of Ms. Bryce’s ass.

The view had my cock hoping for some relief. It was straining my pants. Not knowing how far these churchgoing women would take their game of Bunco, I released my prick from my pants. Gradually rubbed my stiff rod lightly up and down, not trying to get off but to soothe it. I was glad my sister hadn’t done her usual and barged into my room. The door was unlocked, and I had just realized I had forgotten to lock it. Instead, she called from downstairs, “I ordered the Chinese earlier. It should be here in twenty minutes. I need you to come down and pay for it when Parker comes to deliver it. He gives me the creeps.”

I knew Parker Adams. He was a bit of a creep who liked staring at the young middle school girls. He was always standing really close to them. He got so close a lot of the time; his big feet were between the shoes of whatever little girl he could get close to. So I knew I should be downstairs in 15 minutes to pay for the food. “I’ll be down when he shows up.” But my hard-on wasn’t going to go down on its own, especially when I was watching my former girlfriend hesitantly remove her skirt. So I wasn’t going to stop watching the video.

She looked so beautiful in only her plain white panties. Her oval belly button above the basic white underwear was nicely framed by the smooth skin of her stomach. The gentle rounding of her mons was evident under her underwear. The slight outline of her pussy lips made humps in the white fabric. They almost formed the typical camel toe I had seen on the internet. Her breathing appeared to be shallow due to embarrassment. Her hands had long since stopped trying to cover her tits and now went down in front of her covered pussy.

Even the women at the other tables turned to stare at the young, nubile body that was new to them. I saw a couple of women, including my mom, lick their lips at the sight. The strangeness of the game was on full display as I looked at the women. They looked at Darla as a meal; they would savor slowly playing their game. I too was going to be playing, but with myself, while I watched their games. I started stroking my cock, excited by Darla’s body, which trembled at her unfamiliar situation. She didn’t move a muscle until Virginia said, “Come on ladies, we have a game to finish.”

Ms. Bryce and Darla sat back at the table; their tits were still visible, but the sexy, bared legs of the two women were hidden under the tabletop. And within five minutes all the women in the room were required to strip off their upper coverings. Only Ms. Calender’s nipples weren’t clearly visible. But they showed between the lace gaps of her bra. Ms. Green, who sat at the middle table, had breasts on par with Darla’s. They had resisted ten or twelve more years of gravity. They’d maintained their perfect form. Her nicely round nipples were only slightly raised to a worn pencil eraser shape and height. I sensed her discomfort at being topless with the gaggle of women was non-existent, unlike Darla.

While Ms. Green had a magnificent set of tits, her partner, Ms. Jenkins, had a fabulous ass. It was accented by a set of fine lace panties cut to cradle the upper part of her cheeks. There wasn’t a flaw in their smoothness, not even one small dimple from extra padding. She flaunted it and her flexibility to the others at her table. She bent at the waist and held onto her skirt the full way down her legs and off her feet. Then she raised her feet only an inch or two off the ground.

Mom rolled two pairs of ones in a row. It gave me my first view of completely naked women on the screen. It was also then that I knew Warren had not been lying about fucking Ms. Silber. As she dropped her thong, the colorful wings of her would-be butterfly were on either side of her pussy. The large wings covered the outside of her plump cunt lips and onto her thighs. Then I realized that both she and Ms. Hagan were shaved bald. In fact, when I rechecked the video, not one of the women had a single hair poking out of some very small thongs. The one exception was Darla. She had a dark shadow beneath her thin cotton panties.

I was stroking my hard cock rapidly, squeezing it as I went up and down. I needed to cum before I was required to go down and pay for dinner. The naked and half-naked women stripped and tweaked their own tits, joking about fucking their husbands. In Ms. Silber’s case, she talked about fucking her daughter’s boyfriend. All of the views and conversations kept me plenty interested and hard. I pounded away at my cock when I heard, “Oh shit, Darla, you didn’t.” It was Ms. Bryce.

A new panicked look crossed Darla’s face, taking the last of the blush away, and replacing it with a ghostly pale. “What? What did I do?” she stammered.