Victory, as expected

Despite the now added incentive to win, Shereen just couldn't manage to top me. The victory was inevitable. From the very start, I got very handsy with Carol, planting my free hand on her thigh to stroke along it. It wasn't quite an innocent gesture, yet she only giggled when I touched her, seemingly amused. Meanwhile, Shereen was goaded by my antics, barely able to concentrate on the game and acting as aggressively as possible to corner my king. Unfortunately for her, her attempts to bring an quick end to my acts on her mother only brought her to her own defeat. Each time she grew used to her mother being felt up before her eyes, I escalated things. From brushing my hand along Carol's plump, enticing thigh, I worked my hand up around her waist, openly fondling her breast, emboldened by the encouraging smile she gave me. Just like that, I managed to bait Shereen into one short-sighted decision after another, finally ending the game with a pair of my own queens. I showed a toothy, triumphant smile at the loser.

"Looks like checkmate."

"UGH!" Clearly Shereen wasn't pleased at this outcome, and was even further infuriated by it. Her mother, on the other hand...

"These games of yours remind me of the fun from my younger days." It seemed that Carol was quite the party girl in the past. Maybe she was into some more fun?