Bella shifted on Ethan's lap, trying to adjust and sit more comfortably. She ended up sliding closer, her firm round ass pressing down tighter on him. Ethan looked like he was enjoying every second of it, a lazy grin on his face.
Who wouldn't be? Bella was the kind of girl who made people turn their heads whenever she walked by, with her short black hair, sharp eyes, and that hot tomboy body. I knew his cock must be getting hard under her. Her ass was squishing right on his lap, the thin fabric of her blue mini dress doing nothing to hide how her cheeks spread a little against him. I gulped, my mouth going dry at the thought that his cock could be touching her ass right now, maybe even pressing between her cheeks through her white panties.
She kept that frown on her face the whole time, but her cheeks were flushed red, either from all the wine or something else I didn't want to think about too much.
The next round started and lucky for Bella she got the King card this time. She had been waiting for her turn for a while, probably thinking about how she could turn the game back in her favor. She held the card up with a smug look on her face.
"Mom." she said, pointing right at her "I command you to sit on Max's lap."
My heart beat faster when I heard that. Bella looked so smug, like she was finally getting back at Mom for making her sit on Ethan.
"Bella, are you sure? I don't think that's rig—" I started to say, but she cut me off quick.
"Shut up, Robbie," she snapped, not even looking at me. "It's my turn and I'm the King now. Mom has to do it."
Mom just smiled, her face still flushed from the drinks. "Sure, I can't back down in front of my kids. That wouldn't be fair, would it?"
She stood up slowly, twisting her body in that tight red qipao. The silk stretched across her heavy F-cups and hugged her thin waist and wide hips. The high slits showed off her smooth thighs as she moved. She walked over to Max and bent down to sit on his lap. Max had his hands resting on the headrest behind him in an inviting way, leaning back like he was ready for her.
"Come on, Elena," he said with that chill smile. "Make yourself comfortable. There's plenty of room right here."
Mom lowered herself onto his lap without any hesitation, her big ass settling down on him.
"Sorry, I'm probably heavy." she said softly.
Max laughed lightly and shook his head. "No way, Elena. You're light as a feather. Honestly, you feel perfect sitting here. A woman with your body shouldn't worry about stuff like that."
Mom gave a little giggle, her voice sounding different, more playful than usual. "You're such a sweet talker, Max. Flattery like that could get you in trouble."
They kept talking while she sat there, her body relaxing against him. Max's hands moved from the headrest to rest lightly on her waist. "I mean it though. Most girls your age would kill to look half as good as you do. That dress looks amazing on you tonight."
Mom shifted a little on his lap, her heavy tits bouncing softly with the movement. "Oh, you think so? It's been a while since anyone complimented me like this."
Max pulled her closer by the waist, his fingers pressing into her soft curves. Mom let out a small yelp and her tits bounced again from the sudden pull, the diamond cutout showing even more of her deep cleavage. But she didn't tell him to let go. Instead she just giggled again.
"Oh… something's touching my butt." she said, her face turning redder as she shifted on his lap.
Max stayed casual, like it was no big deal. "Oh, that must be me… Sorry, Elena. I can't help it with you sitting like this."
Mom didn't get mad. She just turned her head a little toward him and smiled. "It's normal for boys your age, you know. Things like that happen. I'm not upset or anything."
She giggled softly again. "Actually, Rob gets just like you sometimes too."
My stomach twisted hard when I realized what she meant by something hard touching her butt. How could she just say that so casually, like it was completely normal? This was my mom. But she was acting like it didn't bother her at all.
It wasn't just Mom though. My eyes went over to Bella, who was still sitting on Ethan's lap. Her eyes looked a little hazy now, her cheeks pink from the wine. She didn't even seem to notice that Ethan's hands were roaming slowly over her thin waist. His fingers slid up and down her sides, sometimes brushing the bottom edge of her dress.
Every time she breathed, her firm tits rose and fell, pressing against the tight strapless top. Ethan's hands moved a bit lower, resting on her hips and pulling her back gently so her ass pressed firmer onto his lap. Bella shifted again, but it only made her ass grind a little against him. Her short black hair fell over one eye as she stared straight ahead, but her body wasn't fighting as much anymore.
Ethan leaned in closer to her ear and whispered something I couldn't hear. Bella's thighs rubbed together slowly, and I could see the way her white panties must be rubbing against him underneath that short dress.
Meanwhile Lara kept watching Bella with big eyes, fidgeting in her seat. I wiped sweat from my forehead again, my heart pounding as I tried to understand what was happening to everyone. The game was supposed to be fun, but everything was starting to feel way too intense.
To be continued…
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