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Respect. The act of showing the purest form of human decency to another living breathing thing. Quite possibly the most vague word the English language has ever conceived. Such a highly regarded word that will most definitely be studied by deities far beyond our time. And despite such a pivotal gesture being as prevalent as it is, it's ironically nowhere to be found at this very moment.
“16!” Kelly shouts, slamming yet another draw 2 card on the pile, bringing the cycle to an end as I’m now officially out of rebuttals,
“Wow, that’s quite the handful you’ve got, huh?” dad patronizes as he and mom howl out in laughter.
Pain. The most blunt sensation in human anatomy. Defeated, I collect my new deck of cards and wait for all the jokes and teasing to die down. And after what felt like eons, I finally get that little bit of mercy. Uno’s just the best time waster.
Alright, there might be some way to get back into this. I’ve got mostly power cards and I’ve gotten glimpses of what everyone has left. So this is just about strategy. Once Kelly puts down that red 4, I’ll make my move. A quick change with this green 4 will make mom have to draw because she’s fresh out of greens. Then, dad’ll probably put down a corresponding color because he’s chock full of greens and he’s clearly holding back on this little pain in the urethra.
Speaking of, that just leaves Kelly, who’ll respond with a wild card and change it back to red. I’ll cycle through one more time, no doubt picking up a switch in color in the process, before reversing. Then after that cycle, I’ll skip her and let that cycle commence before starting a chain. I’ll start with two draw 2’s, then a few draw 4’s to apply some pressure, back to a couple more draw 2’s, and finish up with a single draw 4 to give dear ol’ Kelly something to do with her 4 measly cards. Or she’ll surprise me and give all of it to dad. Either way, I’m gonna lose about a quarter of these damn cards. Then it’s just meticulous switch ups, skips, and careful placement to cement my victory. Alright, break! Time to put this plan into action.
“Uno out!” dad exclaims with a hearty laugh, catching me off guard,
“What?!” I manage to utter,
“Oh, you see, son, it’s a bit of Spanish. Uno translates to ‘One’. So that means this ‘one’ is ‘out’ of the game! Better luck next time, kids.”
My plan. My strategy. My self respect. My will to live. All just lies. All of life’s greatest insults that just make their occasional visits to remind lowly souls such as myself that the only truth humans will ever know is suffrage and melancholy.
“Ooo, that is not the time that I wanna see right now,” dad says, “Alright, guys, I’ll see you all when I get back in a few weeks, ok?”
He then goes around the table, ruffling my hair, booping Kelly’s nose, and kissing mom’s lips before grabbing his keys.
“See you in a few weeks, hun,” mom replies,
“Bye, dad,” Kelly chimes in,
“Later,” I say before he walks out the door.
Dammit. Was such a good plan, too. Ah well. Third time’s the charm as they always say. I collect the cards and start to shuffle them to start the next game. Gotta say, I’m starting to really get the hang of it. I mean, it’s nothing special, but I’m at least getting semi-competent. And that’s all that matters at the end of the day.
“Oh, hey, Zana,” mom says as I continue shuffling, “Bout time you woke up, sweetheart.”
Zana doesn’t say anything, but I can practically feel the radiation on her flushed face. Plus, mom’s light snicker is a pretty good indication of that.
“Wanna play with us?” Kelly questions, scooting over to make room for her, “It’s really fuuuun~.”
“And I’ve got an idea that I’m sure will make it even better~,” mom chimes in, grabbing all of our attention,
“How so?” I ask, finishing the shuffle,
“Oh, nothing much. Just thought you’d all be at least a little interested in playing a bit of...Strip Uno.”
This woman. No wonder dad fell in love with her. There’s never a dull moment with her. I guess this is her way of telling me she intends to put this little game we’re playing to bed once and for all. And I couldn’t be more on board with that goal.
“What’s that?” Zana questions.
Oh, you sweet summer child.
“It’s simple,” mom starts, “So you’ve played Uno before, right?”
“A little.”
“Good. So you at least know the rules. Well, Strip Uno puts a little spin on things. It’s mostly the same concept except whenever you need to draw cards, you can negate it by replacing however many cards you need to draw with any one of your clothes. Sound fun?”
“Yeah!” Kelly answers, starstruck as she eagerly awaits for the game to start,
“But wait,” Zana objects, “What happens when we’re out of clothes?”
“Well, then you’ve gotta collect every card like you normally would. So you need to be strategic. So how ‘bout it? You guys wanna play?”
Of course, we’re all enthusiastic. Such a fun premise wouldn’t get turned down by any rational being. So I deal out the cards, setting up the game with all of us anticipating the start.
The game goes on and I gotta say, it’s better than I ever thought it’d be. The kiddies are already fully nude because patience is just an urban legend to them, I’m just in my shirt, and mom’s just in her bra and sneakers. And even though I’m trailing behind mom a bit in terms of winning status, I’ve already won as far as I’m concerned. Not only because I’m surrounded by gorgeous naked females, but all of them are clearly fixated on everything other than these damn cards. Though, as scrumptious as all of them are, there’s a target afoot. And I’m gonna secure it no matter fucking what.
As the game continues, I’m paying close attention to mom’s hand, watching intently as the amount dwindles. And in my concentration, a thought occurs. Sure, she wants exactly what I want, but we’re still a competitive bunch...Well, couple I guess. Kelly and Zana set their cards down to make out. And those two cuties are just goin’ at it. Aww…
But there just might be a way to put this game along with this little war to bed once and for all. And bonus, I might win with both. But I’m gonna have to be precise. And hope to God that she forgets that crucial word.
And after moments of excruciating patience, my time finally comes. Mom sets down her card, leaving only one in her hand. And she’s forgotten the word. SHE FORGOT THE WORD!!! THERE IS A GOD!!!
“Uno!” I interject, garnering her attention before she gives me a confused look,
“Uh...pretty sure that’s my line, hun.”
“Uh huh...But you didn’t say it, did you? So that would meeeeean…”
And there it is. The daunting realization of what she’s been cursed with. Perfect. That’s phase one. Now for phase two.
“Riiiight,” I taunt, gesturing to the deck, “Go ahead and draw two, mother dearest.”
Now, mom has three things that she hates more than anything. First being liars, second being saliva, and third being losing. She’d rather die before her competitive spirit knows the pain of loss. The lengths she’ll go to just to win a game knows no bounds. And that’s exactly what I’m counting on. But unfortunately, she’s gonna end up losing something. Checkmate, mummy. Your literal ass is mine. And judging from the palpable turmoil on her face, she knows she’s stuck. There’s absolutely nothing she can do.
“...Mmm...Alright...N-new rule,” she says, placing her card face down on the floor, “That rule is null in the stead of a favor being accepted by another member.”
My brain is the greatest.
“Oh? And what would that favor be?”
She shifts her eyes to Kelly and Zana, no doubt hoping to pawn them off for what’s rightfully mine. But unfortunately for her, they’ve been long clocked out of this game, still engaged in a heated make out session while grinding their sweet little cunts against each other. And their little whimpers and light moans of each other’s names further cement the fact that no matter what happens, I’m still the winner.
But that glorious sight comes second to the feel of mom approaching and setting in my lap. She straddles me before turning my face to her, making sure I see every second of this. Which I’m sure she knows her aid isn’t exactly necessary considering how much I want this. She then gives me a sly grin before rolling her hips, grinding her cunt on my increasingly needy shaft.
“Cheater,” she declares with a giggle,
“Heh...Don't be a sore loser, mom. Especially when we’re both getting what we want.”
She gives me a small chuckle before dimming her eyes and leaning forward. I do the same, grabbing her hips before planting my lips onto hers. She, in turn, grinds harder against me making me harder as I'm inching closer to my goal.
Holy shit! It's actually happening! I'm actually gonna fuck my own mother! After all this time, I'm finally gonna know what it's like!
I tighten my grip on her hips, making her moan even more into the kiss. But just as I'm about to lift her up and claim the very thing I've sacrificed so much to obtain, we're interrupted by the ringing of her phone. No. Nononono! FUCKING NO!!!
After hearing the dreaded ringtone, mom hesitantly pulls away from the kiss. And as expected, she gives me a look of pure unbridled smarm as she pokes my nose.
“Mmm, damn. Right before you were about to win, too. Ooo. That can't feel too great. Well, better luck next time, baby.”
She gives me a couple light taps on my cheek before climbing off of me and retrieving her phone, heading upstairs to answer it. Now I'm just convinced God hates me a bit. Just a bit though. Sure, I'm lucky enough for this job…BUT WHY DO I HAVE TO ENDURE THIS?! FATHER, WHY HATH THOU FORSAKEN ME?!?!
“Oh, God, Zana~!...Zana~!...Right there, Zana~!...Keep going~!...Ooo, so close~! Yes~! Ah~!”
I turn just in time to see the ultimate gesture of aftercare after what I've just endured. Kelly grips tight on Dana's hair, rolling her hips against her face as she reaches her orgasm, blessing the little one's mouth with her sweet juices. So cute. Well, at least I'm not gonna have to deal with blue balls.