[IDareYouTo!]

We were playing basic poker, and after I dealt I picked up my
hand and evaluated the five cards. Not great, but not bad, and
to my right my daughter Kate opened by betting five. Her twin
followed by matching the five and raising five, and Melissa,
who was up next, immediately folded. I had suspected her cards
were rotten just from the look on her face.

Janet matched her twin sisters’ bets and raised them, as did I.

A few minutes later, it was down to me and Kate, the other girls
having folded. She called, and at the show of hands it turned
out that I had four tens and she had nothing, she’d been bluffing.

The way we were playing, though, was that the losers and winners
were determined by how many chips you had at the end of each
round. By the standard, I was the winner because I collected the
pot, but Rebecca was the one with the fewest chips remaining.

I grinned and said, “OK, girls, pay up!”

We had changed clothes before we started, to make sure we were
all starting from the same base. We weren’t dressed all alike but
we had on the same number of clothing items. We had also agreed,
to save time, that both shoes counted as one item. As you might
expect, a pile of shoes appeared beside the card table, the twins’
sneakers, Melissa’s pink mary-janes, and Janet’s slippers.

“What’s the dare for Rebecca, Mom?” Janet asked me. “Make it
a good one!”

I thought about that, my maternal instinct to be kind and naturally
protective of my daughter warring with something in me that really
enjoyed embarrassing them. Call it the war of the mama bear and
the lady with the baby pictures. Anyway, after a moment I said,
“Becky, you can either lose another item, like we agreed, or you
can tell you sister Janet the true story of how her favorite pair of
shoes got dog poop on them.”

“What?!” Janet exclaimed.

Rebecca blushed, looked from her younger sister to me, and then
sighed and said, “No way! I’m taking the forfeit!”

With that, she peeled off a sock and threw it onto the pile of shoes.

“Chicken,” I teased her.

“Oh yes,” Rebecca replied, glancing at Janet, who still looked as
if she wanted to pursue the matter.

Now Kate dealt the cards, and this time my hand wasn’t so hot.
I wasn’t the lowest at the end of the round, though, that was poor
Rebecca again! So my shoes went into the pile with Rebecca’s
second sock and the first sock from everybody but Janet, who was
the big winner this time.

Naturally, Janet’s ‘dare’ to her sister was the story of the shoes,
and Janet again refused to answer, which meant she had to go
down another item. Since she was already barefoot, Rebecca
slowly, blushingly, unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off, to
reveal a black lace bra holding up her 34c cups.

As the blouse landed on the pile, Janet said with a smirk, “I’m
gonna get the truth sooner or later, Sis.”

We got some glasses of wine to enjoy as we started our third
round, figuring a little liquid courage might make it easier. Of
course getting a little tipsier might not have been the smartest
move, either!

On the third round, Rebecca was finally the big winner, and to
my dismay I was the big loser on that one. So I peeled off my
left sock and threw it on the pile, along the second sock from
the other girls who had lost.

“Ready, Mom?” Rebecca asked. I nodded, braced for what I was
sure would be payback for bringing up the dog poop story.

“I guess so,” I said.

“OK, Mom,” Rebecca said with a wicked smile, “you can either
take off something else...or kiss my feet!”

I paused, looking at the grinning faces of my daughters, and
considered the odds. Oh well, I mused, might as well
get this over with.

“I’ll kiss your feet, Rebecca,” I said. She blinked, obviously
surprised, but I preferred to save my ammo for later, I might
need whatever I forfeited later!

So, lubricated with wine and tequila, I got down on my hands
and knees in front of Rebecca, who turned away from the table
and put her bare feet flat on the floor. I leaned in and kissed
the top of each foot, to a chorus of tipsy giggles from the others.

“I wish I had my camera!” I heard Kate say. “That was one for
the albums!”

“What goes around comes around,” I reminded her. “You’re
turn may be coming!”

Janet dealt the next hand, and I was the big winner on it, to my
relief. Further, to my satisfaction, Kate was the big loser on it,
so my predication came true with gratifying speed.

By now, most of the girls were sitting there barefoot and topless
but for bras. I, on the other hand, still had everything but my
shoes and socks. So I was one up on them, and it was time for
a dare to Kate. My ‘naughty’ side, fueled by wine, was not out
to play, my maternal side retreating.

I stood up, turned to face Kate, and patted the seat of my jeans.

“Lose the bra or kiss Mom’s ass, Honey!” I instructed Kate.

To my surprise, Kate grabbed me by the hips to hold me in place
and planted a big kiss right on the seat of my pants, one on each
cheek!

“That was a silly dare, Mom!” Janet said. “After all, the twins
have a lot of practicing at kissing your ass from our teenage
days!”

Janet and Melissa broke down laughing at that, they’d been
complaining for years that the twins had sucked up to me in
their younger days.

“You have lipstick on the seat of your pants, Mom,” Rebecca
said as I sat back down.

I took a sip of the strong red wine and said laughed. “They’ll
wash,” I said.

“Still wish there was a camera here?” Janet asked Kate Becky
dealt for the next hand. “I do, ‘cause I’d love to have a pic of
your lips touching Mom’s fanny!”

I picked up my cards, and groaned to myself, it was a crap hand.

TO BE CONTINUED...