The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... her left breast. Mom shook her head from side to side. "They're almost finished," she whispered. I persisted, gently squeezing her tit. Her head continued to shake but her expression changed to one of resignation as I continued milking her breast. It changed again, however, when my fingers slid down to bottom of her bra and tried to flip it up and over her tit. "No," she whispered, her head starting to shake again but more vigorously. I ignored her and kept trying to flip her bra up. Head still shaking, but more slowly, Mom's hands suddenly appeared. I braced myself to resist the push I expected but instead Mom lifted her sweater up and pulled her bra off with it. I was staring down at her bare tits for the first time in my life. They were awesome. They had to be for I was in awe. Even lying back, they burst up from her chest, capped by darkened aureoles about an inch and a half wide with protruding, stiff nipples rising more than half an inch from each proud tit. I leaned down and sucked the nearest one into my mouth and didn't let go of it lest she change her mind. Mom's hands curled around the back of my head, holding my mouth on her breast. I sucked and sucked and sucked until I felt her moving against my other hand again. I kept sucking but I started rubbing too. Soon, I was loudly slurping and she was moaning as she literally fucked my hand, no longer worried about being quiet. She came for the second time a couple of minutes later, once again arching her back and ...

... stretching rigid, her panties shuddering in my squeezing palm. When Mom fell back and we began recouping our breath, Millie's voice sounded from the backseat. "Should we all have a smoke." All of us burst out laughing. We laughed for a long time, took a breather, and started laughing again. The joke wasn't that funny but it was a perfect edge on which to release our tension about how to renew our interaction as a foursome. It allowed all of us to acknowledge what had happened, leaving no need for secrecy, not between us. I remember finding it strange that I had considered us a foursome, Tim and I and our two mothers, excluding our fathers. I turned it over in my mind, becoming more comfortable with the thought of us as the men for them, and then thinking it was natural, meant to be. "Is the movie almost over?" Mom asked. "Only half way through," Millie replied. There was a long silence broken a few minutes later by renewed rustling and kissing in the back, quickly followed by quiet murmurs. They were at it again. I looked down at Mom's gorgeous tits and was about to descend to possess them again when she shook her head. This time, I obeyed. Mom reached down to my jeans. She didn't undo them like I had hoped but her slender hand slipped inside and stretched down, inside my shorts, searching for my hard cock. Quickly, I grasped my belt and expertly unbuckled it, then twisted the button undone, pulling to open the zipper. Mom's hand slid down, finding and sliding along my member ...