A Game with Mom

Michael had an unusual job: collector and guardian of dangerous paranormal artifacts. Now twenty-four years old, he wasn't sure how he fell into it anymore but he had become good at it.

He would gather information over the internet about various stories and paranormal events, check them out personally and determine if there was any truth to it. He had located quite a few haunted or paranormal objects this way and had secured them in the basement of his mother's house. Alas this job did not pay well, or even at all, and as a young adult he was still living with his mother Jennifer. They did not mind though as they were close and Jennifer, being a single mother, was glad of the company. Michael participated in all the necessary chores and even made a little bit of money on the side working the odd job here and there.

Today, like many times before, his curiosity was piqued by a few posts he saw online while searching for more artifacts to add to his collection. A user on a famous paranormal forum, in a panic that seemed a bit too forceful to be real, posted about needing help to deal with a haunted set of 'tarot' cards that had come into his possession. Apparently the cards, once placed in a shuffled deck in the middle of a circle of players, would activate it's paranormal effects and the players would be stuck in a vicious dare game, having to play it to the end or die.

The terrified user explained he had been forced to play a game with some friends, and while everyone survived, he would never be able to forget the ordeal. He also posted that he tried to destroy the card deck by various means but could never even get a scratch on them. He added that he would explain what the rules were and what actually happened, if anyone was willing to take it off his hands, but otherwise he didn't want to share the events of that terrible night online.

Micheal sat back for a moment, wondering if this was just another fake creepy story you can find everywhere online. Checking out the user's profile his heart skipped a beat realizing he lived very close, and maybe it was worth taking a closer look. Motivated, Michael sent a private message to the author of the post about coming in person to take the set, and waited for a reply.

It did not take more than a few minutes for Michael to receive an invitation to come and take the cursed deck of cards, as soon as humanly possible, and with a nervous excitement Michael replied he would be there the next day.

* * * * *

That next day, Michael arrived at the house of the user he had talked to. He knocked on the door and waited. A young man opened the door, looking tired and terrified, a well taped box in his hands.

"Hey, you're the guy that believed me right? You're really going to take this thing away from here?" he asked, his tone so hopeful that Micheal started to wonder if this might actually be for real.

"Yeah... I'm a bit of a collector, I keep unusual objects and secure them." Micheal replied, "How are you so sure these cards are actually paranormal or cursed?"

"Look, just don't use them ever. If you do you'll know, but just don't!" the guy exclaimed in a fearful tone. And held out the box for Micheal to take.

"So what were the rules, when you were forced to play?" Micheal asked as he grabbed the box carefully.

"Ah, well... fuck, just don't tell anyone okay?" he started, "We... my friends, a couple guys and three girls and I, we got this thing from a weird guy at a flea market. He told us the same things I told you but we didn't believe it so we got to my house and sat down around the deck."

The guy didn't seem to want to push on, but Michael's silent stare incited him to continue.

"Well... all the cards were blank when we'd bought it but then as we sat the deck glowed for a moment and weird symbols appeared on all the walls and doors. We checked, but nothing would open and we ended up stuck in the room with the cards, so one of us picked up a card on top of the pile..." The guy suddenly tensed up and seemed to become nauseous for a moment, before continuing: "The card had a general rule on top saying: Accomplish one of these challenges or everyone dies. Then there was two possible challenges listed underneath."

"So, what were these challenges?" Micheal asked as the guy stopped talking for a moment, apparently lost in painful memories.

"It... it didn't seem all that bad at first, they weren't so bad... the first two challenges were: You must kiss the person in front of you on the cheek OR you must give the person to your right a punch on the shoulder." As he recounted those events, tears started appearing at the corners of his eyes, he seemed unable to continue.

"It doesn't sound that bad, did you do it?" Michael pushed him.

"We did..." the guy continued after a while, "We found it rather funny at first, like a kind of dare game." His expression became tense as he continued: "But it got worse and worse as we went through cards... After a while it made us choose between terribly violent challenges or perverted and disgusting things. I don't want to talk about it anymore!"

He backed off into his doorway and was about to close the door on Micheal, but added as a last warning: "It took 3 hours of these awful challenges before the card game let us go... Just don't open the fucking box!" and with these last words he slammed the door shut.

Michael, slightly perturbed, climbed back into his car and drove home with the box.

* * * * *

At home, Micheal decided to take a look at the cards, to try to see if anything looked wrong with it, as he wondered if all of this was just a giant prank. He made sure his mom was not home so that the 'game' wouldn't activate by mistake, and cut open the cardboard box. Inside was a deck of cards, slightly bigger than playing cards, which he picked up and examined: They had a nice looking decorated backside of interlaced crimson and maroon vines, but on the front side were blank, with an empty beige background.

Unsure what to think about the whole thing, he decided it would be safer to lock the deck in a glass box to display it in his collection, with a key he would keep on himself at all times. He didn't dare test the cards the in any way but thought it would at least make for a nice story to tell if people asked about the display, haunted or not.

He had a glass box at the ready for these kinds of things and locked the 'artifact' just in time as he heard his mother Jennifer coming home, parking in the driveway. He put the glass box between a handcuffed creepy looking doll and a snow globe with a black sphere inside, proud of this new addition to his dangerous collection.

Michael climbed the stairs up and went to greet his mom. She was unloading groceries from the car when he stepped outside and offered to help.

"Thanks sweetie! Let's get this unloaded quick, there's frozen foods in some of the bags." she replied as she held out a plastic bag for Michael to carry.

Their relationship had always been good. She was patient and caring, and still had a kind of youthful joy of life in her fifties. In many ways Michael resembled her, in terms of personality but also to some degree physically: She had long auburn wavy hair and green eyes, and while Michael had the same eyes he had slightly darker hair with a much shorter cut. Jennifer had always been beautiful and the years had given her a voluptuous body. Michael on the other hand was rather thin, and while not very muscular he had a reasonably athletic body.

As the groceries got sorted out into various fridges and pantries, Jennifer shared her day with Micheal, who in turn shared his: "I got a new piece for my collection today! I'll show it you later if you want, but there's not much to look at to be honest."

Jennifer looked at her son, a concerned expression on her face, "Hmm, well, I'm glad for you to have a hobby, but as much as I don't really believe in these things they do creep me out a bit." she paused, and added with a shudder: "Is it another scary doll? I don't like dolls..."

"Ah don't worry mom! It's not a doll, I promised you there would be no more dolls." Michael replied swiftly, "You'll see, it looks harmless and not scary at all."

Jennifer smiled with relief, "Well that's good then, fine. I'll look at it later, now go start your laundry while I prepare dinner, the basket is full again and I want to do my own laundry tonight!"

"Yes mom, sorry!" Micheal answered before heading to the laundry room. It was also located in the basement, right across his collection room.

* * * * *

Michael started the laundry machine after filling it up. Relieved after a chore well done, he decided to check on the new artifact. He stepped out of the laundry room and went into the other room across the small corridor, and immediately his heart stopped at the sight that greeted him: On the shelf, where he had left it, was the locked glass box, empty. Running in a panic to the box, he checked that he still had the key in his pocket, and felt the cold metal there, leaving no doubt. He checked the box and it was somehow still locked, inexplicably devoid of any card set.

His heart sank again as he realized the danger, and ran back upstairs to the living room. As he entered the room he saw his mother leaning over the coffee table looking at something.

"Hey, I didn't realize we had a tarot deck, I wonder where it came from?" she exclaimed as she reached for the deck.

"No! Wait!" Michael screamed as he ran to his mother to try and stop her hand. But he was too late, and as she touched the top of the deck a glow suddenly rose from it. The room fell silent as many weird glowing symbols appeared on the walls, doors and windows.

"What?! What the hell is this?!" Jennifer screamed as she turned left and right in panic, not understanding what was going on.

Michael, heart beating like mad, looked at the walls and understood: They would not be getting out of the this room until the 'game' was over. "I... I think that's the artifact I brought home..." He started apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I don't know how it got here."

"Are you telling me these things of yours are real?! I thought it was all make-believe!" she asked in a trembling voice, and went to the door to try it. The door would not budge, she then tried the window with the same result.

"What is this? Are we stuck here?! What do these cards do?" she hammered Michael with questions, sitting back defeated on the sofa in front of the coffee table.

"Oh god, I don't know what to say... It's a game of sorts?" Michael explained, his mind bringing back the memories of his conversation with the forum guy. "I think, we die if we don't compete the challenges on the cards, each in turn."

"We d-die?" she stuttered, unable to cope with the idea, "Are these challenges hard?"

"Well, the guy that told me about said they all survived, him and his friends..." he continued, trying not to show panic on his face.

"What did they have to do?" Jennifer pushed.

"Um, dares I guess, they can be completed without lasting physical consequences I think... You have to pick between two options."

"And if we refuse to do any challenges?" she asked.

"We both die..." he concluded.

She took those last words with as much bravery as she could muster, not showing her fear and worry on her face. She loved Michael and would do anything she needed to make sure they both survived. Michael, feeling the same, steeled himself for what was to come, promising he would do any challenge necessary to get them both out of there alive.

Minutes passed silently, as they mentally dealt with the situation.

"Well then, I'll start I guess..." Micheal said, kneeling in front of the coffee table, opposite his mom. With a shaking hand, he picked up the first card on top of the deck.

As he turned the card over he discovered a series of sentences, glowing in an eerie light emerging from the letters themselves. The first sentence read: "Accomplish one of these challenges or everyone dies." and underneath, taking a nervous breath, Michael read the following: "You must drink a glass of expired milk OR You must give a back massage to your opponent." and then he saw a carton of milk on the table where there was none before. Jennifer looked in astonishement at the unexpected apparition.

Michael, getting some courage back seeing how this first challenge was not so terrible, read the options out loud for his mother to hear.

"That isn't so bad! You really scared me with your panicked explanations, maybe we can do this after all." she exclaimed, relieved, "How may cards total do we have to go through?"

"I'm not sure, it could be a while..." Micheal explained, he didn't dare tell her that the cards could get worse, he didn't have the heart to.

"I could do with a back massage, after how much you put me through!" she said with a tired grin.

"Well I didn't really feel like drinking expired milk anyway." And then he added in a louder voice to the room: "I choose option Two!"

As he did, the card suddenly vanished from his hand and the room fell silent again. Supposing he now had to do his challenge or risk consequences, he stood up and walked to the sofa, getting behind his sitting mother. He had given her back massages before in fact. They were always very close as they only had each other all those years, yet in this strange situation he couldn't avoid feeling slightly self conscious about it. Jennifer parted her hair at the back of her neck and brought them to her chest to free her back, slightly leaning forward.

Michael started rubbing the top of her shoulders as he had done several times before. He had become good at it and he expertly soothed the tension in her shoulders as he grabbed and massaged the muscles. Jennifer seemed to enjoy it, despite the uncomfortable situation, she started leaning backwards into his hands as she relaxed.

Michael was starting to feel his hands cramp a bit, but continued to massage her tense muscles for a while longer. After hearing her sigh with relief he saw the deck of cards glow more strongly for a moment. Thinking it might mean the challenge was accomplished properly he stopped his massage and got back to sit in front of the coffee table, opposite his mother Jennifer.

"I think It's done?" he said, not entirely sure. "I'm sorry but, now it's your turn to pick a card..."

Jennifer, now a bit more relaxed but still nervous, extended a slightly trembling hand over the deck. She waited there for a moment, before taking in an inspiration and picking up a card from the pile and holding it to her gaze. Her eyes widened a little bit with surprise but she composed herself quickly, her cheeks slightly red as she read the text out loud: "You must break your favorite mug OR you must kiss your opponent on the lips.", and as she finished, a nicely decorated mug appeared on the table between them.

"Oh! That's my mug!" she exclaimed, flabbergasted, "This set of cards is truly magic..."

Michael nervously gulped as he heard the challenge, unsure what he wanted to happen. But then he realized a simple smack on the lips wasn't that bad, some people did it with their family. Also, while he never dared talk about it he did have an unusual need for closeness with his mother, which had been going on for a while now. He had not explored those thoughts, scared of where they might lead, but she had always been a beautiful woman, certainly.

"S-so... um, is that the mug I bought you for your birthday a few years ago?" he asked, stuttering a bit.

"Ah yeah, I always liked it so much... can we...?" she paused for a moment, unsure how to proceed, she did not want to hurt Michael but a gentle kiss on the lips wasn't all that bad. Jennifer appeared to gather her determination and asked: "Can we do option two? I don't want to destroy your gift..."

Michael looked away as he felt heat climbing up his cheeks, and answered: "Well... sure, I understand."

Jennifer, a bit scared at the turn the game had taken but refusing to show it, confidently stood up and walked around the coffee table to kneel in front of Michael, face to face.

"Please, close your eyes." she asked, wanting to make things less embarrassing. Michael closed his eyes. Heart beating from the awkward situation, he also felt a little bit elated, despite himself. Part of him had always wanted this but never dared to hope for it. He waited for what felt like an eternity, and then he felt her breath on his mouth, before wet lips came into contact with his. It lasted but a moment but the lingering heat they left on his own lips felt incredible, if forbidden.

Michael and his mother opened their eyes, and turned their gazes away from each other as a blush mounted their cheeks. Without a word, Jennifer turned to the table to watch the deck glow and acknowledge the challenge. But nothing had changed, the challenge card had not vanished, the deck did not show a single sign of glowing. They waited for a couple minutes, to no avail.

"Do you think the card wanted... something else?" Michael asked, hesitantly. He didn't dare express what he thought yet, that the card might have wanted a more... serious kiss. He looked at his mother but she did not show any emotion on her face.

Jennifer had understood for a while now, what they needed to do, but couldn't bring herself to say it. She was horrified at what this game was going to do to their relationship, but deep down, she couldn't stop a feeling of... exhilaration? Curiosity? Maybe she had developed this unusual sentiment from seeing him become a fine young man, living together in their house for all those years, while being lonely and a single mother.

Michael watched his mother turn to him, a weird mix of unease and need in her eyes. His heart beat faster as he waited for her to say it: "I think... I think we need to do a real kiss, you know? A french kiss?" she explained. Her voice was unsure but there was a tone of permission in it, an invitation. At least Michael believed there was.

He could not answer for a few seconds, his mind frozen. But with an effort he took back control of himself and answered, not wanting to risk her changing her mind as she contemplated what she had said.

"Oh... yeah. Sure! I can deal with it..."

A gentle heat spread through Michael's body as he watched his mother turn back to him again. He did not dare move or speak anymore as he watched her grab his shoulder's tenderly. He couldn't help but look into her green eyes as she prepared herself.

"Can you...?" she started, shyly, and Michael immediately replied: "Oh yeah sorry!" and closed his eyes.

Again that terrible wait, this time feeling even longer, before timid lips came into contact with his. Their warmth making Michael forget anything else in the world, as both their mouths started exploring each other more intently. His heart skipped a beat as he felt her lips part slowly, and a warm tongue came into his mouth to try to find his. With all the courage he could muster, he lifted his own tongue to make contact, and at last they both shared the intimate dance that was expected of them.

It lasted for longer than was probably needed for the deck to acknowledge their kiss, but they did not care, caught up in the pleasure of it, a pleasure they had not known was in them until now. Finally, after a couple minutes, they came back to reality and parted in unison, slightly ashamed of letting themselves go so much.

As they turned away from each other, blushing and without a word, Michael and Jennifer looked at the coffee table. And indeed the game had accepted their show of courage, and the deck glowed for a second, before the card left on the table vanished, as did the mug, back to the cupboard it came from.

"Well, we did it." Jennifer whispered.

"Yeah.." was all Michael could reply.

They did not speak anymore as they returned to their places each side of the coffee table. Both wanted to continue and see what the next card would bring, but were also scared of what that might be, unsure if their courage would carry them through to the end. Michael, with a sting of excitement, remembered it was his turn to pick up a card, and looked at his mother, hand over the deck. She gave him a nod, inviting him to continue.

With a shaky hand, Michael picked up a card and slowly turned it to his eyes.

* * * * *

Jennifer looked at Michael intently, trying to read on his face what he was reading on his card. She felt her heart skip a beat as Michael's face turned a deep red and his eyes closed, apparently unable to relay out loud what was written. She waited for him to gather his courage, but as he did not make any sound or move for a while, she pushed him to explain.

"What is it? Don't worry about me, I can deal with whatever is asked. I love you and we will make it out alive." she tried to reassure him.

Without a word, nor looking at her, Michael stretched out his arm to hand her the card. She took it and turned it to her eyes, reading the words: "You must stab your opponent in the arm OR you must stand still and show your opponent your naked body for a full minute."

She nearly dropped the card. It seemed the game had become more serious and perverted. She did not dare speak or make a move, as a knife appeared on the coffee table between them. This lasted for a few minutes, the pair both silent and immobile, looking away as the idea made its place into their respective minds.

Micheal wasn't sure what his mom truly thought or how far she was willing to go, yet he was teased, and embarrassed, by the idea. Jennifer, for her part, also did not know how Michael felt about her, and wondered if this whole game might take a more terrible toll on him than she expected. Maybe letting him stab her in the arm wouldn't be so bad, if needed. Though deep down, she did felt a bit of arousal a the idea of seeing him naked, despite herself.

"You can stab me, if you really can't do the other thing..." she explained, putting her son's wellness above her own.

"No, It's okay, you don't need to do that." Michael started timidly, "I don't mind that much actually..."

He gathered his courage and finally exclaimed: "I choose option two."

Trembling, but maybe not from fear as he first thought, Michael stood up in front of his mother. He made the mistake of looking into her eyes, prompting them both to turn their gaze away in embarrassment.

Slowly, Michael looked ahead again as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Heart beating like mad at the whole situation, he removed his clothes one after another, until only his boxers were left. Jennifer couldn't help but look away at first, but then realized she had to look at him, for the challenge to be completed. She turned back to stare at Michael's body, avoiding his gaze, and realized how much of a good looking man he had become.

Finally gathering his courage, and strangely aroused, Michael put his thumbs in his boxer briefs and brought them down to his knees at first, feeling the cold air on his cock and balls as he revealed himself to her gaze. He saw her eyes swiftly turn down to his crotch area, before her face turned red and her gaze averted away. He finished taking off his boxers and stood immobile, vulnerable, feeling hot and out of breath.

As there was no escaping it, she turned her eyes back to his naked body. The long minute of the challenge started as he stood in front of her.

With a sudden realization, Michael prayed to any power that would hear that he would not have an erection. Yet, despite his prayers and his nervousness, he started to feel his cock harden a slight bit, maybe even lifting up.

Jennifer gulped as she saw her son's dick slowly rise, developing into an erection. She started to wonder if maybe he felt the same way about her, as she felt about him, but she was not yet willing to cross that line and talk about it, unless she was sure.

"Hey, don't feel bad about it," she explained as he seemed to want to hide his erected member with his hands, "It's perfectly normal, It doesn't disgust me."

Michael did not want to answer and just stood there, his hands back to his sides, until the time was over. He closed his eyes but could distinctly hear his mother breathing more heavily as she observed him in this awkward situation. They did not have any way of keeping time, but after what felt like an eternity the deck glowed and the challenge card vanished with a little swoosh sound.

Relieved but also slightly sad that is was over, Jennifer turned away as Michael picked his discarded clothes and put his boxers, pants and shirt back on. Michael felt ashamed of what had happened, but aroused at how the situation was turning. After all, it was her turn to deal with a challenge now, and he could relax and maybe enjoy it, whatever was to come.

As he sat down in his usual place, Jennifer looked at the deck with trepidation. There was still quite a few cards to go through, and whatever was asked of them she would do it for sure, making sure they both came out of this unscathed. She quickly picked up a card before her determination left her, and more carefully, raised it up to her eyes. She decided to read it out loud without pausing, so as to not freeze or have an opportunity to hide from the challenge:

"You must kick your opponent in the belly repeatedly with all your strength OR..." she took a breath before continuing, "You must masturbate your opponent for a full minute."

Jennifer fell silent as she completed the sentence. The serious stuff had started, it would seem, and she looked at Michael to try to read his feelings through his expression. As they looked into each other's green eyes, a consensual gaze seemed to arise in both of their faces. Michael seemed to be as willing to go ahead as she was, as far as she could tell.

"Well... come sit in front of me." she demanded, surprised at her own audacity. She feared her son would try to run away right then and there. To her relief, he walked to the sofa, and after a hesitation, sat in front of her, between her parted legs, his back to her chest. He leaned back onto her as she put her arms around him, to bring her hands to his front chest and crotch. She felt his heart beat as fast as hers, as his back laid against her chest. She slowly brought her hands down to his pants and gently unzipped them.

"Ah..." Michael moaned, as his mother manipulated the zipper. And then he abandoned himself to the moment as he felt her reach into the boxer's front opening, her warm fingers making their way inside. With a sudden jolt that made him lose his breath, he felt her grab his hardened member the moment she found it. He heard Jennifer take a sudden breath too as she felt the warmth and size of his cock inside her grip. She then brought his cock out of the boxers to start working on it.

"I think... I might not last a minute..." Michael whispered as he felt her slowly starting to stroke his dick up and down. Her grip was clumsy because of her nervousness, but he found the sensation tender and incredible. They both started to breathe faster and more loudly as she accelerated her movements, adding a slight twist of her hand when coming to the tip before going back down with full strength.

Michael had dreamed of one day feeling his mom's soft hands on his cock, but never hoped it would actually happen. She accelerated her movements up and down with apparent delight. The heavenly sensation brought him to the edge within a few seconds of the end of the allotted time and as she stroke down his shaft in one powerful final move and he very nearly exploded over the coffee table, but in the end managed to control himself.

The deck of cards glowed and they both sat there without moving, panting and getting their breath back, Michael's hard erection still in her hand. She had not yet realized she was still gripping his cock, and asked: "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you I hope?"

"No, I'm fine, It was... great." Michael answered, unsure what to do. He awkwardly put his hand on her arm, her hand still holding him, and she quickly let go of his member while exclaiming: "Oh! Sorry!"

Michael stood up, and now happy about the game but still a bit shy, he returned to sit in his place. They both sat there silently for a while, lost in their thoughts, before Michael gasped and exclaimed: "Oh right! It's my turn."

A bit more excited than with previous challenges, he picked up a card without much hesitation, and wanting to show the same courage as his mother, he read the card out loud: "You must cut one of your opponent's fingers OR you must perform oral sex on your opponent until orgasm."

"Oh... wow. Well, I guess I have to repay you." Michael said with a hint of a grin.

Jennifer's heart now began to beat even faster, if that was even still possible. A delightful heat spread through her belly and crotch, until her whole body felt like heaven. She had not dared to hope for anything like this to ever happen, but here they were, and she would get to experience it.

"I suppose I should be entirely naked for that. And after all, I owe you that much." she added, with a lustful tone.

There was no hiding their feelings now, and they would see it all through. She stood up and unbuttoned her own shirt, revealing a plump white bra holding on generous breasts. She then removed her jeans to reveal white panties on a lower body as curvy and inviting as her chest. Then, as Michael watched her intently, slightly trembling with excitement, she removed her bra, exposing her beautiful and full breasts to her son.

Jennifer took pleasure in exposing herself, staying immobile for a few seconds so that he could take in the sight, before continuing to the final act. She grabbed her white panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles, before lifting her feet through the holes and letting them drop. Her pussy was not entirely shaved but neatly trimmed, auburn like her hair and the lips forming a perfect and beautiful triangle with her hips.

Michael gulped, suddenly losing his breath. Her body was as attractive and perfect as he had imagined in his dreams. He could not help but look at her inviting pussy, wondering what the taste could be like, knowing he was meant to experience it soon. With an uncontrollable excitement and lust, he watched as she sat back down on the sofa, and smiling at him in a way she never had before. She slowly spread her legs, resting her feet on the coffee table.

Heart beating maddeningly, he approached the sofa and kneeled in front of her. He stayed there without moving, not believing she was just there for the taking. His mom then leaned in a bit and gently put her hands on each of his cheeks, and after looking into his eyes, slowly but firmly brought his head to her cunt.

Jennifer gasped as she felt the warm breath come into contact with her slit, and trembling with anticipation she waited for him to start. Within a few seconds she started feeling a timid tongue rub across her slit in one wet movement. It was slow and unsure at first but gained in strength and audacity as he was getting into it. She moaned as each lick sent a wave of electric pleasure through her lower body.

Michael started to enjoy it more than he thought he would as he tasted the flesh, slightly salty and sweaty. He licked faster and faster, exploring every part of her pussy that he could. Hearing her moan louder and louder he lost himself in the pleasure and used his lips to start nibbling gently on what he assumed was the clit, to see her reaction. He heard a loud, uncontrolled moan, and felt her hands press his head harder into her crotch, while her legs tensed.

Jennifer was in paradise, as her son went to town on her pussy with lustful abandon, seeming to enjoy everything her body offered without restraint. The constant sensation of wet rubbing, nibbling, wriggling tongue work spread satisfying heat through her body. She knew she would not last much longer than he had earlier, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him to slow down. Instead she pushed more strongly onto the back of his head to force him deeper between her legs.

As she was brought to the edge of her self-control, he mischievously inserted his tongue into her opening as he rubbed her clit gently with wet fingers. She took in a suden gasp as she lost control of her pleasure and exploded into an orgasm, her eyes opening wide and her mouth letting out a loud moan. She felt incredible waves of intense pleasure and climaxed as he continued his stimulation. Her legs limp, fell down to the ground as her feet lost traction on the table, her muscles weak from the release she had experienced.

Michael, for his part, slightly embarrassed at his lack of self control in the face of desire, raised his head back up in front of her. He kept silent as her heavy breathing died down slowly and the deck of cards glowed a bit to signify the success of the challenge. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked at Michael, his gaze first locked into hers but quickly lowered with a cute blush. She decided she would give an extra effort for her coming challenge as a reward for his.

After recovering from the orgasm and seeing her son return to his place, Jennifer leaned in and picked up the next card, and with a surprise realized there was only one more left after the one she was about to do. The card read: "You must set fire to your car OR You must perform oral sex on your opponent until he cums.", And with a mischievous smile Jennifer read the card out loud.

"I guess I'll go with option two." Jennifer added with a wink, and Michael stood up eagerly to come sit near his mother on the sofa. Once he was comfortable, she leaned over his crotch from the side, and started to unzip his pants again. This time she took out his cock from his boxers swiftly and without hesitation, then, licking her lips to wet them, she turned to look at her son's face and asked:

"Is it okay? You aren't against any of this right?"

"Y-yes... It's fine!" Micheal answered, desire in his voice. And with that encouragement, she turned back to his cock, her breath hot on the tip as she prepared herself. With a smooth motion she lowered her mouth around the whole length of the cock slowly, taking him in entirely until the tip nearly hit the back of her throat.

"Aah!" Michael moaned as he felt the incredible heat and wetness of the inside of her mouth. The tongue sliding along the shaft as it was pressed down. She stayed there without moving for a few seconds, as his entire cock was gripped in a tight bed of flesh, he was overcome with pleasure even without any friction or movement. Yet slowly, she started moving her head up and down, trying to use her tongue to rub the shaft. Michael's mind went blank at the sensation, unable to feel or think about anything else.

Jennifer, wanting to experiment, let the cock slide out a bit more until only the head was in her mouth. She then started to massage it with her tongue in various ways, exploring the shape of the head. She somehow had also started to massage the balls gently with her fingers, without realizing it.

Michael relaxed as she took care of him, enjoying the motions of her tongue and fingers. To his delight, she took out his cock from her mouth and gave it a long intense lick from the base of the shaft to the top, finishing it with a gentle kiss on the tip. He never dreamed he would end up in this situation and now thanked the gods for answering that forum post. He moaned loudly as she put his member back into her mouth, and sucked like her life depended on it.

After a minute of intense sucking, curious to try something new, she kneeled between his legs, removed her bra and shirt. She then put the wet cock between her big breasts, and squeezed them around the cock like she had seen in some raunchy movies. As she started to push her boobs up and down the shaft, she leaned her head inwards to tease the tip with her tongue repeatedly. It turned out to be a good decision, as she heard him moan louder and stronger than ever before, and saw his hands grip the sofa surface, squeezing the cloth forcefully.

Sensing he wouldn't last much longer, she decided to reward him with a big finale. She released the cock before he could cum on her boobs, and lead it to her mouth again. She proceeded to swallow it whole, deeper than she had previously, forcing the head far into her throat and gagging a bit as she did. Now tightly stuck into her throat, rubbed and hot on all sides, he arched up his hips into her face and exploded in a huge amount of cum as she gagged loudly. Michael felt the orgasm last for many seconds as he emptied himself in waves of pleasure.

Jennifer was surprised at the amount of cum that came out of his cock, and nearly spit out everything before managing to swallow the load. She felt the hot member spasm in her throat and mouth, as it emptied itself gleefully, and despite the first uncomfortable surprise she was now enjoying the sensation. As he slowly lost his strength and hardness, she let him pull out of her mouth, making sure to lap up every drop that still flowed out the tip as he came out. She raised her head back up and sat back next to her son on the sofa. Letting him catch his breath for a minute, she then talked.

"So, do you think I succeeded with my challenge?" she asked, watching him lovingly. Before he could answer, the deck of card glowed for a second, agreeing in his stead. Michael opened his eyes and turned to her, love in his gaze.

"Yes, That and more! But I need a moment, to pause before the next challenge, I'll need to to get my strength back a bit." He replied, tired and happy.

"Sure, there's no rule about how fast we must complete the game, I'm sure it's fine." Jennifer said, and looked ahead. The TV was off, but maybe they could watch a quick episode of something before tackling the last card. She turned on the TV and they both silently watched some stuff for a while, happy to relax and enjoy the moment.

* * * * *

Half an hour went by, the card deck not showing any signs of impatience. When the TV episode they were watching ended, Michael, now seeming more energetic, eagerly sat back down in front of the table with the last card. He looked at his mother solemnly and stated: "This is it. The last card and we win, we'll have survived."

Jennifer looked back at him, excited, and added: "Well, it didn't turn out to be such a terrible ordeal, I'm glad we played this game together."

Michael nodded, and with a shaking hand, picked up the last card. His eyes widened a bit as he was reading, indicating to Jennifer that the challenge was what she suspected was coming at some point. The greatest sin of them all. But they were too far gone to stop now. With a nervous voice, Michael read the card to his mother: "You must set fire to your house OR You must fuck your opponent until both orgasm."

"Can we really do this?" he added, sounding unsure but with hope in his eyes.

"I'd be glad to, and besides, we don't really have a choice." she replied, with a reassuring smile.

"Should we... do it on the floor or something?" he asked.

She looked at the sofa with an idea in her mind, and said "This is a sofa bed, let's unpack it and use it!"

They both quickly opened up the sofa to unravel it into a nice wide bed, without sheets but soft and comfortable enough. They climbed onto it, both nervous and sat there unsure how to start.

"The deck didn't provide a condom it seems..." Michael said, slightly discouraged.

"Well, I haven't had sex in a long time and I don't have any health issues, how about you?"

"Ah, I'm a virgin... actually." Michael replied, blushing.

"It's settled then, we'll be fine, and I'll take a pill tomorrow if needed." she answered gleefully.

Jennifer crawled closer to her son, on her knees, before grabbing his shoulders. Even if the game had only asked for sex, there was no instruction forbidding kisses and other preliminaries. She brought him close, and gently kissed him, passionately. He responded positively and kissed her back, their tongues meeting each other again in an excited reunion. Jennifer started to become painfully horny again as Michael felt his cock harden anew, ready for another round.

Jennifer gently pushed him away from her, before starting to undo her clothes. One by one she dropped every bit of clothing until she was completely naked, Michael admiring his mother's heavenly beauty with an open mouth. Suddenly remembering where he was, he started to undress too, until he was naked and entirely revealed to her gaze. She admired his thin body with soft hints of muscles, aroused at seeing him like this again. With tender care she pushed her son down onto the bed to have him lie flat in front of her.

His heart beating with incredible speed, Michael held his breath as he saw his naked mom straddle over him, ready to ride on top of him. She first sat on his hips, her legs kneeling on each side of his body, as his cock under her crotch vainly tried to rise up under her.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked, still wanting to make sure he wouldn't regret this.

"Yeah... please go ahead." he replied, looking into her eyes and showing no fear nor remorse.

Jennifer raised up her hips a little, and grabbed her son's cock to lead it to her entrance. Then as she felt the tip between her pussy lips, she let herself down onto him, with an enjoyable wet friction as he slid into her fully. This time they both moaned in unison, as the ultimate challenge had started. Jennifer leaned in forward to look down at Michael, her hands on his chest, her hair dangling all around both their faces. She smiled at him sweetly as she started moving her hips up and down to fuck him. Michael closed his eyes and groaned, the folds of her tight pussy rubbing his shaft and tip. Jennifer started to move faster and faster, unable to control herself.

They were both now panting and moaning loudly, the sofa adding squeaks to the orchestra. They had no sense of time or reality anymore, lost in the mindless joy of fucking and thrusting wildly without a care for consequences. Micheal's mind went blank again, nothing else in his thoughts but the hot and wet insides of her flesh rubbing his cock mercilessly. Jennifer felt the same heavenly sensations as her sensitive pussy rubbed around the hard hot shaft of her son. She was now jumping her hips up and down gleefully on top of him, his cock almost getting entirely out with each hop, before plunging back fully into her, deeper with every thrust.

Michael held as best as he could, trying not to orgasm too fast, but he was slowly loosing that fight. Finally, to his relief, as he massaged her boobs and nipples above him he felt her muscles tense up, probably indicating a coming orgasm.

"I think I'm going to cum soon!" he exclaimed.

"Me too!" she replied, and accelerated her moves even more.

As Michael felt an incredible mounting pleasure rise in him, he saw his mother lean in again, her face just above his, and her green eyes locked into his. He saw her irises widening with pleasure as she opened her mouth to inspire and he let himself explode into her. The long awaited release shook him with electric shocks of pleasure as he came inside of her, and he watched her face twist with a similar and powerful orgasm. He screamed in pleasure as he emptied himself yet again, unable to believe he had so much left, after the earlier fun. His hips arched on it's own to give several final humps into her, uncontrolled and powerful, to finish.

Jennifer, for her part, felt jolts of sexual pleasure ripple through her whole body as her vagina tightened around his thrusting cock. The friction of his hard cock deep inside her bringing her to paradise, the warm heat of his cum filing her entirely. She screamed at the forbidden pleasure she felt from her and her son orgasming together.

The satisfaction and orgasm slowly dying down, Jennifer, tired, let herself lean onto her son's chest, head right under his chin. They both stayed there, his diminishing cock lowering inside her, and recovered their breaths for a minute or so. Then Jennifer put a tender lip kiss onto Michael's lips, before rising up and moving away from him. Michael got up after her, and together with his mom sat at the edge of the bed, towards the coffee table.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder, close to each other, they saw the last card rise in the air and glow bright, before vanishing like the rest of the cards. The glowing symbols on the walls and doors slowly faded, and sound from the street outside started rising back up in volume. It seemed it was the middle of the night now and the game had ended. Michael got up and raced to the basement, wanting to check something. He came back up the stairs and entered the living room before explaining:

"The deck is back in its box, I think we're good."

Jennifer had started dressing herself again, and said: "I don't know where you found that thing, but I think I'm glad we ended up 'cursed', as you say."

"Yeah, maybe some haunted items aren't so bad after all." he replied, also dressing back up. "Do you think maybe we could... play again some day?"

"Anytime! Hopefully there are cards in the set we haven't encountered yet. Or, we could experiment on our own..." she answered, her voice inviting.

Once they were both dressed again they approached each other and kissed, happy to now be free to show their true feelings, and excited for the future ahead of them.

They had a great dinner that night.