Stacey's Mom

Tie of Hope

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Stacey was just a child. Six or seven it seemed, and her mother, Mariah, almost too young for the girl to be her daughter. But no doubt, the small, quaint little neighborhood they lived in was a nice one. Just a few weeks ago, a family had moved in next door, with three boys of their own. A Three year old, and two Eighteen year old twins. Over all, she thought they were quite nice people, and didn't mind sending Stacey over for play dates with their youngest, or letting one of the older boys baby sit for her, or even let her play ball with them in their yard. It always seemed they liked to come over and chat with her for a while, the twenty two year old Mom truly not looking a day over eighteen herself. They'd come over for lemonade or brownies; Mariah was always baking something. And she didn't mind really.

Mariah was quite an attractive young woman, her hair like ocean waves, falling to mid back in chocolate color. Her eyes were a pleasent, soft cerulean, wide and giving her face a friendly picture of innocence. One look at her body and you'd wonder what she was doing with a kid. Overall, Mariah had a knock out of a figure, and despite giving birth, she was still gorgeous. Her daughter, Stacey, had light colored hair, wavy like her mother's, but falling to her shoulders, blonde with dark brown roots.

It was a nice day for the mother and daughter pair to be out. Stacey had been begging all day to go over and play with the neighbors three year old, Jace, and so Mariah finally decided to take her over. The child, dressed in a swim suit, would likely be swimming in the next door neighbors inground pool, though Mariah trusted Pammy, the mother of Jace, so she was sure Stacey would be fine. After setting up the arrangement, talking light heartedly with the older mother, Mariah offered a little 'get away' for her boys, if they didn't want to swim with the children then they could come on over. With that, she left.

Mariah was single, no doubt. The woman worked hard to sustain life for her child and herself, being that Stacey's father had left when she was three. She didn't remember, luckily. Setting aside those thoughts, she ventured upstairs, changing her clothes into a lovely, very small bikini bathing suit. The sun was out brightly outside, and it was well around summer time. So, why not catch a few rays? Taking a glass of lemonade with her, the pretty young woman stepped from the sliding glass doors they led from the kitchen, no one around, or so she thought, to see that outfit of her's. In a very light blue, the single strap that held that small swim suit top up wrapped around her neck, revealing much of Mariah's moderate, somewhat large breasts. A small waist, leading down to smoothly curved hips, supporting a firm, round ass made up the bottom of her lucious body, smooth, bronze-ish skin as far as the eye could see over her body. Her legs were long, and quite small as well, holding the feminine essence that was quite visible with her. Leaning back, sunglasses on, she set aside her lemonade glass and closed her eyes, still very much awake. There was one thing that was more than obvious about the scene. Stacey's Mom was a 100% knock out with a killer body.
 
John

John was the eldest of the two twins. Born exactly one minute before his brother, he always seemed to be responsible for whatever mischief the two boys got into. John stood nearly 6"2" and weighed 250. John and his brother had both been active in sports throughout high school, and all the weight training they had done, had helped to sculpt their bodies into something that women dreamed about.

When his mother Pam had given him the opportunity to either swim with the kids, or go next door, and hang out with Staceys mom, there had been little hesitation. Staceys mom, was a knockout, and any opportunity to be with her, was not to be wasted.

Throwing on his suit, he grabbed a towel, and headed next door. Rounding the bushes, his eyes were immediately caught by the exquiste form of Mariah. Her long tan legs were nearly perfect, leading up to the gentle swell of her hips. His heart caught in his throat, as he gazed upon her fantastic breasts. Her swimsuit did little to hide the magnificent orbs, and he felt himself hardening as he gazed upon her.

"Hi. My mom said, we could come hang out with you." Holding his towel in front of his crotch while trying to hide his obvious hard-on.
 
Rick:

Rick was right behind his "little brother", even if he was older by an entire minute.
Now John was taller, but the two inches he gave up in height he made up in body size as he was about 20 pounds heavier than John. Rick's shoulder were a bit broader, his chest deeper and his waist smaller giving him a more defined inverted pyramid look.
Rick played power full back on the football team and middle line backer to John's tight end and outside line backer and they made quite a combination as their stats showed. Rick was also on the swimming team while John was on the track team so they had letters in two sports each.

As he was a bit behind John, Rick took the opportunity to drink in the hot bodied neighbor from her slender, but toned legs to where her suit molded to her pussy like a second skin, over her trim waist to the second skin hugging her boobs and the nipples tenting the thin material.

'Ohhhhh fuck me,' Rick thought to himself as he felt his prick growing in his speedo at a record rate, 'I knew she was hot, but had no idea she was so drop dead, begging to be fucked bowlegged sexy. Well not until now anyway.'
 
"Hi. My mom said, we could come hang out with you."

Opening her eyes, pulling those glasses down to watch the twins with a friendly air, Mariah smiled. She didn't mind, not at all. Gracefully that beautiful young woman shifted to a sitting position, those flawless breasts bouncing just lightly as she moved through that small swim top. Finally removing those glasses from her gaze, she glanced at the pair. Well, she certainly hadn't noticed before really, just how sexy the twins were. They're both younger than you, Mariah, just what's going on in that naughty little mind of yours? The thoughts flashing through her mind in a almost amused fashion, she spoke finally.

"Oh, well that's great. You boys thirsty, could I get you anything?" If anything, Mariah's voice seemed to be just the right finishing touch to her murderously intoxicating form. Turning, slipping her feet out of the sandles she was wearing, she strided barefooted through the soft green grass through that sliding door, a clear back view given unknowingly to the twins, hips swaying lightly as she walked. Sliding the glass door back, she motioned them to follow. The shade of the kitchen soothing her hot body, the sun not taking it lightly outside, she smiled to the boys, opening the refridgerator, her eyes scanning through as she leaned down to check the fridge.

"Lets see...I've got Lemonade. Milk...ah, I new I had some Soda in here somewhere. It's nice to have something besides Apple Juice or Milk in the fridge once and a while." She said jokingly to the pair, waiting for a request from one of them.
 
Rick:

He walked beside John as they followed her inside. He was sure John's eyes were as rivited by the way her ass swayed, how its muscular round cheek clenched as relaxed with each step as John was and gave him a surripticious nudge in the ribs.

As Mariah bent over to peer into the refridg he was spellbound as the thin fabric stretched over her butt and outlined it's cleft and her pussy so well, so clearly. The sight cranked up his woodie a bit more.

However, when she stood up again and turned telling them what she had to offer to drink that woodie instantly became a diamond cutter as he saw how the chill from the refridgerator hardened her nipples so they pointed right at them, puckered areola and all and at the goose bumps on the bare skin that was visible.

"Ummm, well I guess soda would be just fine thank," Rick says in a suddenly husky voice as he hopes the erection straining his speedo swim team suit doesn't burst free and turn the towel around his waist into a circus tent on it's side.
 
John couldn't peel his eyes away from her fantastic body. The gentle rolling of her lucious ass had his cock standing at full attention, as they made their way into the kitchen.

Like his brother, his eyes became riveted on Mariahs breasts, as she turned to face them. Her full breasts strained at her tiny bikini top, and the way her nipples stood out, was similiar to how his cock strained against his swimsuit.

"Soda.... Soda is fine with me too" he stammered out.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everything was so perfect about her, from the long tan legs to those beautiful full breasts. That face, and those eyes. He found himself staring at her as she listened to their requests.
 
"Alright then.." She said, a smile lighting up those pretty features as she reached down, retriving the soda bottle from the fridge. She knew what they were staring at...what did any male not stare at upon her body. A quick scan of both of their bodies backed up the thought. Oh, but she felt sort of guilty for leading them on. It'd be rather awkward to start a relationship with her neighbors twins, particularly reguarding the fact that she was somewhat older than them. But they certainly didn't seem to mind at all.

"So, what do you boys want to do? I've got games, and we could always just chat really. It's a lot nicer outside if you guy's would like to talk. And there's T.V, anything you'd like to do, I wouldn't mind." Gracefully she opened the cabinets above the counter, standing on the tips of her toes to reach the glasses at the very top of the shelf. That swim suit top inched upwards, giving a small view of the very bottom of the young woman's gorgeous breasts, the same color as the rest of her body, a lucious bronze color. Setting the glasses on the counter, pouring the soda she returned it to the refridgerator, turning to them with a smile.

"Here you are..."
 
Rick:

He had to lick his suddenly dry lips when he realized that the lightly bronzed skin her new position and the sliding up of her bikini top had bared showed she often sunbathed at least topless, if not naked.

'I wonder if her boobs feel as firm and good as they damned sure look. And that ass, it's world class. What I wouldn't give to squeeze it, to bang against it as I screwed her from doggy style until I shot my load in her,' Rick thought as his cock throbbed as his imaginings. And the mental pictures they created of her on all fours being fucked with her tits overflowing his hands as he squeezed 'em, used 'em to pull her back each time his cock drove into her made the throbbing nearly visible. Only the weight of the towel and the skin tight Speedo kept it from sticking straight out and bobbing up and down with each hard heart beat that pumped more blood into it.

"Ahemm," Rick cleared his throat as he accepted the glass of soda and ice, "thanks Mariah (as she'd told them to call her since there weren't that many years between their ages).
"Ummm, I don't know. Maybe sit in here were it's a bit cooler for awhile and perhaps talk as we play some cards."

"How does that sound to you two?" He asked as he looked down into the deep valley between her boobs before dragging his eyes away and up to her, not a bit flustered when he realized she'd seen where he'd looked... and faintly smiled at him.
 
"Thanks ....Mariah." John said as he grabbed his glass of soda from the counter.

"Cards sound good to me......that is if you want to play."

He couldn't get over how gorgeous she was. Every movement that she made caused those lucious breasts to move against her chest. He could almost feel them wrapped around his cock, as he slid his cock through them. His eyes moved up and down her body again. He looked at her long legs, and imagined them wrapped around his waist, as his hard cock pounded away at her tight pussy. He was sure that Rick was having the same kinds of thoughts about their sexy neighbor.

"What should we play?"
 
"That's fine with me. Any game is good...blackjack...freecell...go fish. Stacey loves that game." She said with a pretty smile. Leading the boys on in to the front room, absentmindedly adjusting the strap that held that small bikini top in place, she took a seat upon the center of the sofa, the air in the front room only a little warm, despite the air conditioning. It was a good thing really, it made it not too freezing cold. Crossing her legs, giving a teasingly marvelous view to her long, smooth legs, she smiled to the boys, taking the deck of playing cards. The television was playing a music channel, hard rock, vibrating around the room but still kept relatively low, so you didn't have to raise your voice to speak.

"Anything new, guys?" She spoke curiously, her eyes drifting from one to the other to scan their forms once more unnoticingly. They looked as if they'd die of suspense if she kept teasing very long. Nothing more than teasing, Mariah. Just look what your doing to the poor boys now... She told herself inwardly with a smile flickering across her lips on the outside. But they are legal... She told herself insistantly. It seemed her body and a clear train of thought would be battling it out for the next few moments. Sure, perhaps it might have been an easy task with just one, but two? Well, that was when the real fun started.
 
Rick:

As he settles himself cross legged across the coffee table from Mariah, where he has a great view of her drop dead gorgeous body in it's teeny weeny bikini, his towel slips and drops to the floor so he winds up sitting on it and the 'stretched to it's limits' Speedo and the reason it's stretched so much is clearly visible.

Rather than make a production or big deal of it Rick just sits leaving the towel under him as he says, "Well how about Gin Rummy or plain old Gin since we don't have anything to use to bet with for blackjack or poker."

With a glance at John then looking back at Mariah, "Well nothing but our bathing suits that is," he chuckles as he very openly and obviously eyes hers and what's filling it so sexily.
 
I can't believe that Rick is being so bold with his statements. I want to see her naked as much as he does, but I'm worried she might just send us packing. Well the damage is done, might as well go along with him.

"I don't know Rick, she has two pieces of clothing, and we only have one." I point at our speedos, directing her attention to our huge hard-ons. I wanted her to see what we had to offer her.
 
For a moment, Mariah thought on Rick's words. The naughty boy was thinking worse than she was. But Mariah smiled none the less, her eyes following John's motion to the obvious point in the factor as he spoke. Ah, what could it hurt, hm? It was just a little fun, something for them to laugh about later on. Adjusting the strap lightly around her neck, holding up the small bikini top, she looked from one to the other.

"Well, if you guys aren't good at the game, then we'll pass. But if you're really interest..." She said, shifting her form lightly, scanning through the cards absentmindedly before glancing back up at them, "Then we'll play for suits."

"The Winner gets to chose who, and what, alright boys?"
 
I could feel my heart beating wildly as I heard Mariah tell us the rules for cards.

"Heck yeah I'm interested, deal the cards."

I knew that Rick would want to play, and when I won, I wasn't go to tell him to take off any clothes.

I watched Mariah, as she shuffled the cards. I had never been so horny in my entire life. Who would have thought that we would ever play strip poker with our sexy neighbor.
 
Mariah dealed the cards, wondering just how wild this game might turn out. Not that, at this point, she'd actually mind. She'd convinced herself that it couldn't hurt anything really, they seemed just as content as she was with such ideas and games and what not.

"Well, either of you can go first. I haven't played this game in a while, so I might be a little rusty." She said with a smirk. She was rather good with cards, no doubt, but it seemed go fish and card houses had been her concentration on the past few years, with Stacey around.
 
Rick:

Rick took the deck and shuffled it looking rather clumsy as he did so. There wasn't going to be a chance that Mariah would know he and John played all of the time and for several years had been practicing slight of hand magic just for the hell of it and to impress girls plus win some extra spending money from the rich kids at school too.

He delt out a hand of five card draw.

He'd delt Mariah a pair of jacks, Johh had two pair and he had an ace, king high hand.

"How many cards do you want Mariah?"

When she told him and tossed hers discards in he delt them to her.

"John, how about you?"

John was delt his.

"I'll take three," Rick announced and delt himself a second ace and a pair of threes.
 
John looked down at his cards, not dispaying any emotion as he saw a full house. He was pretty confident that Rick had cards at least as good as his, and Mariahs cards would be good, but just not good enough.

"I have a full house, Jacks over 4's". John said as he flipped his cards over for everyone to see. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, as it hit him that Mariah would soon be stripping right here in her own livingroom for him and his brother.
 
Rick:

"Damn bro, that beats my two pair," Rick says as he drops his cards face up on the table, then looks over at Mariah.

"How about you, did you beat his hand Mariah?"
 
John sat waiting for Mariah to show her cards. His heart beating so hard, he was sure it was visible pounding through his rib cage. He was pretty confident that Rick had stacked the deck, and unless Mariah backed down, she would soon have one less article of clothing.
 
Scanning over her cards, Mariah gave a small smile and shook her head before setting them out. Well at this rate, she'd be losing more than quickly.

"Aw, that beats my two pair as well. Oh well." Setting the cards face up, she passed them both a curious glance. This could turn out to be a bit...interesting.
 
"Well I believe that means I get to say who removes an article of clothing."

I quickly scooped up all the cards and began to shuffle them. I wanted to make sure that I was dealing this time.

"Since I grew up with Rick, I guess it will have to be you removing an article of clothing Mariah."

My cock was even harder in my swimtrunks, as I imagined her removing her top, and allowing us to see those fantastic breasts of hers.
 
Mariah gave a smirk of amusement, standing lightly as he spoke. She'd had the feeling that he'd choose her, not that she minded, but it was more than obvious.

"Hehe, alright then." She slipped the strap around her neck back the way it had came, slipping the small bikini top effortlessly over her head. Those beautiful, full breasts seemed all the more beautiful lacking the light covering that had moments ago. The skin of those twin, seemingly flawless orbs were just the same color as the rest of her skin, a smooth, creamy bronze. Nipples beginning to harden from the now much cooler air of the room, she seated herself once more.

"Are you dealing then, John?" She asked curiously, almost as if nothing had happened.
 
It felt as if my heart were in my throat, as I watched Mariah slowly lift her bikini top off and over her head. Things seemed to move so slowly, as I watched her perfect breasts jiggle just a bit on her chest before she sat down to continue the game.

"Yeah....yeah I'll deal" I managed to stammer, as I shot a glance at Rick, to see his reaction.
 
Rick:

He listened with a smile and watched as avidly as a hungry lion watches a potential meal as Mariah stood and casually stripped off her top letting John and I gaze at two of the most perfect boobs he'd ever seen in person. Hell, they rivaled anything Playboy had ever had in their magazine, and they were only about four feet away and moving so damned sexily, seductively as she tossed aside her top then sat down for the next hand.

His mouth watered as he looked at nipples that swelled even more and grew even harder looking in the center of the puckered areola.

He swallowed hard when John said he'd deal and answered in a low voice, "I hope one of us wins bro, but I don't think Lady Luck would be that kind to us twice in a row."

Then, looking boldly into Mariah's eyes, "But I can hope."
 
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It felt like I was drunk. My hands weren't performing the way my brain was telling them too. I couldn't take my eyes off Mariahs chest, and see knew it. Clumsily I shuffled the cards, before dealing each of them five cards.

"How many Mariah?"

Unless he had totally screwed up, Rick should have a pretty good hand right now, and Mariah would be looking at a pair of fives.
 
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