To Cover A Debt

"I'll raise you fifty," David said after stealing another glimpse at his cards--four of hearts and seven of spades. On the table were two Jacks--one of diamonds and one of clubs--and a 3 of hearts.

"I see them, man," Peter said. "You're bluffing, again."

"Are you sure?" David let out a nervous chuckle and looked down at his phone, where a thousand automated 2-euro spins on a slot were running.

The fourth card was a 9 of hearts.

David bit the corner of his lips and put another hundred in the pot.

"You're bluffing," Peter said and raised another hundred, which David called.

A four of diamonds was the fifth card.

"Another hundred," David stated.

"I see them," Peter said and licked his lips, "and raise you another five hundred. Ready to finally admit you're bluffing for the tenth time in a row?"

"You've got squat," David spat and called the raise because he had already put enough in the pot.

"I've got four Jacks, man," Peter opened his cards and laughed as he collected the pot. "You really have to learn when to stop."

"Are you playing slots while we're playing poker?" Jack asked.

"I'm up two hundred bucks, man," David said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"And you're down two thousand here," Fred pointed out. "Might want to focus on one game at a time."

"I can multitask just fine."

Suddenly, the lock of the front door turned and David glared at his friends. "The pot is ten euros, okay? Don't tell my mom what we're really betting," he whispered sharply.

"Oh, hello boys," Miranda said and giggled. Her face was flushed and her eyes slightly glazed. Her long, red hair was damp and her tight black dress was glued on her body from the sweat. "Please tell me you're not bankrupting my son again."

"No ma'am," Peter said. "We're playing for fun. We put ten euros each in the pot and that's it."

"You know what? I had a very good time tonight, so I'll choose to believe that. Okay, boys, I have to go to bed. Try not to play until dawn."

"You know we're all adults, right, mom?"

"The fact you're twenty doesn't mean I'm not your mother anymore. Good night, boys."

"Good night," said David's friends in unison.

"Dude," Jack whispered, "your mom's drunk."

"And so fucking hot," Peter added.

"Guys, can we focus on the game?" David spat. "I need to win my money back."

"You do know that that's not happening, right?" Peter said. "I think we should stop. Let's just have a drink and relax. Let's talk."

"No," David banged his fist on the table. "Deal the fucking cards."

"You have a problem, dude," Peter scoffed and dealt the cards. "Trust me, I enjoy making money but I think you should see a specialist."

"Oh, shut up," David dismissed him and checked the cards. Two Aces.

His heart thundered behind his ear and he did his best to maintain a cool façade. Finally, a good hand; he had to keep his cool and make them think he was bluffing.

"What the hell?" He blinked at the fireworks on his phone's screen and the large box saying Sensational Win while the amount kept rising. "Holy fuck," he cackled. "I just won twenty thousand grand, guys."

"What?" All of his friends ejaculated.

"Good job, man," Frank said and clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't go wasting them right away. Use that money to cover some of the holes you've opened with your gambling."

"Sure thing," he said while looking at the screen and the huge amount now available on his casino account. "Alright, guys, I'm gonna withdraw ten grand to my bank account, okay? Which means we can up the ante here and play some serious poker; what do you say?"

"I'm not gonna risk that much money... know what? I'm in," Peter said after rubbing his forehead. "Fuck it, I've won enough so far."

"You can bet however much you want," Frank said. "Doesn't mean we can't fold."

"Okay, let's play then."

He raised the big ante of four hundred by a thousand and they all called. The first three cards on the table were two fives and a Queen of spades. He had a sip of whisky and leaned back. Everybody checked; he bet another thousand. Frank folded; the other two called.

An Ace of clubs. He was ready to explode, his fucking cock was hard; he had an Ace of diamonds and an ace of clubs in his hand. He raised by two thousand. Jack folded; Peter re-raised by another thousand. He called.

Queen of hearts; if only the last Ace had come. Still, his luck had turned. Not only would he win back the money he had lost to his friends, he'd be on the black.

"All in," he responded to Peter's three-thousand raise. "Which means the five I've got left here and the twenty I just won. I'll withdraw the rest right away."

"You raise by twenty-five thousand?" Peter asked dumbfounded and ran his fingers through his dark-brown long hair. "Know what? I'll not just call, I'll raise you by another ten grand; it's how much my car's worth." He tossed his car keys on the pot.

"I can't call, I don't have any more money," David complained.

"Then you're out of luck. Fold," Peter shrugged.

"Cut it out, man," Frank chided his friend.

"Nope. I can afford to raise, so I raise. Poker's like capitalism; those with money always have better chances to win."

"How about this?" David said after a few moments of inner contemplation and a large pull of his drink. "I'll call your raise with my mom."

"What?" Peter chortled and rubbed his forehead.

"If you win, you can fuck my mom. She's in there right now, asleep; probably passed out drunk. You can fuck her brains out."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Miranda yelled as she entered the living room, wearing a tiny white babydoll. "I went to the kitchen to drink some water and I heard you. Are you really betting thousands of dollars? And you bet me?"

"Mom, it's not..." David lowered his gaze. "I have a very good hand, okay?"

"Mrs. Daniels, I wouldn't take the bet," Peter apologized. "It was David's idea, I haven't even agreed to it."

"Yes, I heard my son offering you the chance to rape me in my sleep if he loses. Know what? Take it."

"What?" David gasped.

"You were willing to let your friend rape me just so you could play. Well, if you lose, all your friends get to fuck me. How about it, son? Is your hand so good that it's worth it?"

"Oh, it is," he said. "Do you agree, Peter?"

"Hell yeah; if you're okay with it," he addressed Miranda.

"I'm more than okay with it, yes," she reassured him.

"Then watch and weep," David said and opened his cards. "Full house, three Aces and a pair of fives."

"Not so fast, buddy," Peter grabbed him by the forearm when he started collecting the pot. "Four fives." He opened his cards and grinned. "For once, you had a good hand and still lost everything. I'm really sorry, man. By the way, I'd rather have the money you won on that slot in cash. No reason for the tax services to get involved."

"What slot?" Miranda demanded. "Didn't I tell you to stop wasting your money on those online casinos?"

"I just won twenty grand on a slot."

"And you just lost them to Peter; along with the rest of your money and me."

"Look, I'll pay you, Peter, but you can't be serious about..."

"I was serious about it," Miranda interjected. "Now, you just sit there and watch what happens when you write checks your ass can't cover."

"Mom, what the hell are you doing?" He screeched when she got down on her knees and tied her hair up in a ponytail.

"What are you boys waiting for? Don't you want to collect his debt?"

"Guys, you're joking, right? This is a joke... ha ha, very funny. Now, stop it," David whined when his friends got up and stood next to his mom.

Miranda started rubbing their crotches while licking her lips. "Well, honey, maybe this will finally get you to stop gambling. If you keep this up, you'll bet our apartment sooner rather than later."

His friends unbuckled their pants and Miranda yanked them, and their boxers, down, revealing their erect pricks. David blinked in disbelief when she took Peter in her mouth and started stroking the other two. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a bad dream.

He was watching his mom take turns sucking and stroking his friends right after having lost every penny he had in his name. He was broke, desperate, and had a front-row seat to his friends' cocks sliding in and out of his mom's mouth.

"Holy shit, Mrs. Daniels," Peter exclaimed when she started bobbing her head on his cock while she stroked the other two, "you were serious."

She continued sucking him, producing loud gargling and gagging sounds that went straight into David's sinking heart. Frank laid down on the floor and placed his head under her. Her eyes popped wide open and she choked on Peter's shaft as Frank's tongue slithered inside her, prodding her inner walls.

Jack started tugging at her babydoll and she lifted her arms allowing him to pull it off her. David's eyes bulged as he stared at his mother's naked body. Peter shoved his cock back down her throat and she rolled her lower body against Frank's face. Her moans were muffled by Peter's prick. She grabbed Jack's cock and started jerking him off.

She pulled Jack closer to her and took turns sucking both hard men while Frank's tongue flapped inside her fast, shooting waves of pleasure up her spine.

David just sat there, his face turning crimson as his cock began to get hard. It was wrong, everything about the situation was wrong but it was impossible not to get excited as his mom continued sucking, loudly, his friends.

"Okay, boys, come and fuck me," she instructed them as she got up. "I need it hard."

David gulped when she bent over and spread her asscheeks, slowly swaying her hips while looking at his friends. The three guys exchanged a quick glance and Peter hurried to stand behind her; he spat on his cock and rubbed his cockhead against her moist pussy lips.

"Damn it, you're so tight, Mrs. Daniels," Peter said with a groan as he pushed himself inside her. His hands went around her waist as he started thrusting. The other two stood in front of her, making her suck them while her body started bouncing back and forth as Peter increased the intensity of his thrusts.

David steered on the chair and crossed his legs, terrified of anyone noticing his raging erection. His stomach had tied to a knot as he watched his friend drill his mom from behind while the sound of his balls smacking against her pussy rang deafeningly in his ears.

"God, yes, just like that," she said when Peter further increased his pounding. "Fuck me hard, Peter, yes, yes."

Frank shut her up by shoving his cock down her throat, holding her nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair. Her body started shaking as he choked her and her gasps when he let her out for air further excited David. Frank and Jack took turns choking her with their cocks while Peter continued plowing her as fast and hard as he could.

When Peter pulled out of her, trying to recompose himself, Jack sat on the armchair and stroked his cock. "Come on, Mrs. Daniels, ride me," he said.

Without wasting a second, she climbed on his lap and took him balls-deep in her, putting her hands on the back of his head and burying his face in her breasts.

When she looked straight into David, he bit the corner of his lips and squirmed; he was certain she knew he was erect. His body had turned into a furnace and sweat was soaking his clothes.

"Don't be shy, Jack, I do have another hole you can fill," she said while riding Frank, her voice, and breath, getting all hot and heavy.

Jack's face beamed with excitement as he stood behind her. He caught David's flabbergasted gaze and gave him a shrug of his shoulders before pressing the head of his cock against her asshole.

Her stentorian cries reverberated across the living room, momentarily making David wonder what the neighbors would think. He blinked at his friends double fucking his mom on the armchair where he usually sat to watch television or read and his cock started throbbing in his boxer briefs.

It was impossible to withstand the whole damn thing. He got up, trying to fix the bulge on his crotch, when his mother spoke, amidst her heavy panting: "Sit back down. You'll watch the whole thing. And don't dare to jerk off."

Peter mouthed an "I'm sorry" to him before thrusting his tongue down Miranda's mouth, giving her a sloppy kiss while she was taking a double drilling.

"I always had a crush on you, Mrs. Daniels," he said. "If only I knew you were such a slut sooner."

Jack pulled out of her, panting heavily, and Peter hurried to put his dick inside her asshole.

"Holy fuck, yes, fuck, yes," she screamed and her voice quickly began to break.

David cleared his throat and steered on the chair, his pulsating cock rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. His mother came hard on his friends' dicks while they continued fucking her with slow, long thrusts, and some pre-cum leaked out of his cock.

His breath grew even heavier when his mom got down on all fours on the floor, riding Peter, who'd lain underneath her, and begging the others to stuff her airtight. The language she was using and her heavy voice augmented the sizzling action and had him throb and squirm harder.

Jack fucked her asshole and Frank her mouth, plugging her airtight and pounding all her holes hard. The room was flooded by the sound of balls slapping against her and her muffled grunts and gagging sounds.

"Fuck," Jack groaned as he buried his cock inside her asshole and unloaded. "You're so damn tight and hot, Mrs. Daniels," he explained his ejaculation before pulling out of her.

Frank quickly replaced him and she grabbed Jack by the balls, taking his half-flaccid cock in her mouth, quickly sucking some life back into it, despite his painful grunts. He was fully erect in almost no time and she bobbed her head on his prick fast while the other two pounded her holes.

"Motherfucker," Peter groaned when he deposited his cum deep inside her pussy. She clenched her inner muscles and caused Frank to unload too.

She continued sucking Jack while rolling her body against Peter's cock, not letting him go soft on her. David bore holes in his lower lip as he had more than enough and ejaculated without even touching his cock.

"You're gonna drain our balls empty, Mrs. Daniels," Peter protested as she pressed her cum-leaking, soaking-wet pussy against his cock.

"That's the point, dummy," she said before going back to sucking Jack.

Despite the soft aching in his stiffened balls, Peter shoved his cock back inside her, moving his hips fast and causing her ass to wobble. Frank put his hands on her tits, squeezing them hard, while her bouncing butt prodded his cock back to an erect state.

Her muffled grunts flooded the room as Peter swung his hips hard while Frank drilled her throat, causing David's temperature to rise.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Peter protested.

"Sorry, man," Jack said with a chortle, "I've always wanted to try it."

Miranda's eyes bulged and she choked on Frank's prick when Jack pushed his member inside her pussy, forcing her lips to stretch wide open to accommodate two dongs. David couldn't wrap his head around what he was watching as two of his friends were simultaneously fucking his mom's cunt.

Frank pulled out of her mouth, letting her unleash a prolonged stream of primal cries of ecstasy as both Peter and Jack drilled her, their thrusts unsynchronized but their girths creating a singular cock that ravaged her insides.

David was rock hard again and he sat on his hands, unwilling to let them watch him play with himself while they double-fucked his mom. She was insanely into it and that had his head swivel in a tumultuous sea of pleasure and embarrassment.

Peter pulled out of her and crawled away from her while Jack continued plowing her hard, making her body rock back and forth. With his cock buried inside her, Jack pulled her up on her feet and started drilling her again. Frank stood in front of her and thrust his dick inside her. "I've been curious about it, too," he explained as his cock rubbed against Jack's. "Feels fucking tight."

He picked her up in the air and immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist as they started bouncing her on their poles, making her take them both balls deep in. Peter just stood there, slowly stroking his cock and staring at Miranda's big, natural tits jouncing fast enough to hit her on the jaw with every thrust.

Peter stood next to them and thrust his tongue down her throat. She sucked on his tongue hungrily while her moans filled his mouth. The other two pulled out of her and set her down on her feet. While still kissing her, Peter shoved his prick inside her cunt and she leaped up, wrapping her legs around him.

He bounced her on his cock while sucking on her tongue. The kissing was the real stab in David's heart; somehow, the animalistic fucking was alright but an action of affection made him question everything he thought he knew.

"Fuck, fuck," he grunted after a few minutes of bouncing her on his dick and quickly set her down, stroking his cock.

As she went down on her knees, she opened her mouth wide open and stuck her tongue out, letting out a soft giggle when thin ropes of cum landed all over her face. Once she squeezed the last drops of cum from Peter's cannon, Jack shoved his cock in her mouth, grabbing two fistfuls of hair and bobbing her head on his pulsating cock.

Frank went down on his knees and put his dick in her asshole, squeezing her tits hard as he swayed his hips fast.

"Motherfucker," Jack groaned as he held her nose buried in his pubic hair so he could unload deep down her throat.

She swallowed quickly while Frank continued drilling her ass hard, his fingers digging deep into her soft tits.

"I need a break, Mrs. Daniels," Peter protested meekly when she tried to suck him erect once again. "You've exhausted us, and my balls are empty."

"Mine too," Jack said as he stepped away from her.

They got dressed and returned to the dining table. They didn't talk to David, they just gave him a nod of sympathy. Finally, Frank came too, unloading deep inside her asshole, and resumed his seat at the table.

Miranda remained on her knees, with cum both decorating her face and leaking out of her opened-up holes. "If you boys want, you can continue your game; I'll be right here to cover my son's debts."

"How about it, David?" Peter asked. "Ready for a few more hands?"

"Shut up," he snapped. "Mom, please, go clean yourself up and go to bed."

"Why?" She giggled and staggered up to her feet. "Don't you want to gamble some more? I know you're broke, I'm offering you the opportunity to win back your money."

"Come on, man," Jack said excitedly. "Maybe your luck'll finally turn."

"No, I'm done," he said, bringing his fist down on the table. He didn't dare get up lest they saw the cum stains on his pants. He was dead certain he'd stop gambling; not only was he broke but he had ejaculated twice while watching his mom get railed by his best friends.

He had hit rock bottom and had no intention of finding out if there was an even lower lever into which he could sink.