Chapter 1

Ever since Carter and I were kids, we loved cards and we loved gambling. It was a healthy hobby, being offset by playing tag and later video games. During high school, when kids were just getting into poker, we already knew what to look for and how to play them, earning us lots of cash. It was something fun to do on the weekends but we had told ourselves that when we graduated college, we would head to Vegas and see how we did against the big boys.

That summer, we planned a week-long trip for me, Carter and six of our buddies to hit the casinos. Carter had mentioned that his mom might also meet us out there since she had also never been to Sin City before. I had never met her but I had heard that she was a "down-to-earth mom" and could party just as hard as any of us...

We made it to Vegas in about 4 hours which gave us enough time to unpack and hang out in the room for a bit. The guys called us when they got to their room and we made plans for dinner. Carter's mom called right as I hung up to tell us that she had checked in as well. She asked Carter what the plans were for the night which provoked an argument about him not wanting her tagging along with him and his friends the whole trip. He finally got off the phone and told me he wanted to go meander around the hotel. I decided to stay and relax so I'd have energy for the night coming up.

It wasn't even 15 minutes after Carter left when I heard a knock. I pulled myself out of bed, nothing on but my boxers, to lumber over to the door. I opened it without checking the peephole and was surprised to see Mrs. Bowman, Carter's mom. I tried to cover the bulge in boxers that had formed in my brief nap but she just laughed and introduced herself. She was a very pretty woman who wore only enough makeup to highlight her delicate features. Her long, dark brown hair fell to her shoulders which seemed to match her lightly tanned skin and offset by her baby blue eyes. She had an amazingly voluptuous body composed of a thin figure with large, firm breasts and long, slender legs. Her black tank top and short khaki shorts accentuated her curves perfectly. I think she noticed me staring because she let out a little laugh

"So what are the boys doing tonight?" she asked, in a playful tone. "Besides getting into trouble..."

"I... think we are going to get dinner and maybe, uh some poker or a show or something." I stammered as I tried to concentrate on the conversation and not her nipples that were outlined in her tank-top. "What about, uh you? Any plans?"

"Well my son doesn't want me around so I may just go out and grab a bite to eat by myself and tour the town. Sounds kinda pathetic, huh!?" she giggled at the thought of it.

Being polite, I offered to go with her and after about ten minutes she finally accepted. We talked very easily together and were soon wrapped up in a conversation, like we had known each other for years. She complained that she had jammed her shoulder on the plane so I offered to rub it for her. As I rubbed her shoulders, somewhat straddling her from behind, Carter walked back in. I froze thinking about how bad this looked but his mother thought nothing of it and ran over to greet her son. I noticed that Carter shot me a look from his mom's hug...

I told the guys that I would be dining with Mrs. Bowman and after getting joked on for nearly an hour, I left to go change. Twenty minutes later, I went down to meet Mrs. Bowman in her room. She let me in but wasn't quite ready so I put on some TV as we talked through opposite sides of the bathroom door. She had left the door cracked open and I managed to get a glimpse of her deciding what kind of underwear to put on. She finally pulled up a small black, lace thong which she admired in the mirror for a second. I immediately felt myself swelling at the site of her revealing underwear and her admiration of her exquisite features. Mrs. Bowman came out and jeez, was I impressed. She had on a nice little, skimpy black dress with some high-end, matching sandals. My face gave her the reaction she was looking for and she giggled to herself.

Throughout dinner we laughed and talked over a few glasses of wine and finished up with a little dessert. I couldn't help but notice all the men seated around us who, when their wives weren't looking, stole quick glances of my date. With three glasses of red wine tucked under our belt, we decided to head to the casino. We spent some time going from the slots to blackjack to poker. I ended up coming back to the blackjack table and seeing how my luck would hold up there. The waitress brought us some drinks and with my best friend's mom draped over my shoulder, I spent the next hour or so jumping from table to table.

I was up about $300 so we went to the lounge and I bought us a few more rounds of drinks. By now Mrs. Bowman was sitting very comfortably next to me, not leaving much space between us. As we talked she became very touchy and rarely removed her hands from some part of my body. We talked about a lot of things ranging from early-impressionist paintings to college life. We soon hit the subject of sex and she wasn't very shy about telling me the lack that she gets. She explained how busy her husband was and how it wasn't that great anyway, which made her blush and giggle a little bit. After two more rounds of drinks we decided to call it a night.

Something funny happened as I walked her to her room, though. A very drunk tourist passed us by in the hallway and told her to "ditch her son and hang out with a man who could please her". I didn't want to start a commotion so I blew it off but Mrs. Bowman turned around and shouted, "This is my boyfriend and he pleases me enough to cover you and him." With that she rubbed her hand across my crotch, which instantly stiffened. As we continued to walk, she smiled up at me and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.