The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... until she found the tip, squeezing it, milking it. I tried to twist toward her and she opened her legs to let me rise up to face her. After making it so hard I thought it could never be pulled out of my pants, Mom deftly defied physics and pulled me upright and free. Immediately, she started stroking my cock, staring at my cock, fascinated, almost as if she hadn't seen one before. She jacked me and jacked me, fast and slow, sometimes pausing to stretch my cock up for a close examination. On one such inspection, I twisted toward her to make it easier for her to see and she pulled me closer, opening her mouth and swirling her tongue across her lips in a provocative come on. I leaned closer and Mom jacked my throbbing cock at her face. I don't think she ever meant to take me inside her mouth but when a splatter of precum flew off my cock onto her face, her eyes focused on the sticky cream oozing from my tip. Mom's mouth suddenly opened wider and she slumped very low in the seat. I pushed my hips forward to follow but didn't stop a few inches away where she'd been holding me. I nosed my cock between her lips, and pushed inside. Fucking glorious! Incredible. I had never, ever had my cock sucked before. I was crammed into the corner, against the side of the car, my cock trying to slide further into Mom's hot, wet mouth. I immediately tried to fuck her face but she was controlling how far inside I could get. I was still trying to jam it into her when she suddenly wrapped her hands ...

... around my legs in a frantic effort to hold me in instead of out. I realized too late that she could sense I was about to cum and was trying to keep my cock in her mouth so I didn't make a huge mess, but as I said, I was too late. I exploded, detonating on Mom's face. Some gushed inside but since I was still pumping, I pulled out and squirted some on Mom's nose and cheek, then I was back inside for a prolonged gush and out again, spraying her chin and neck, then back in for good, humping, humping, humping. Finally, I was still, and pulled out, mortified at what I'd done. Mom was lying with her eyes closed. "Hand me my purse," she gurgled. I reached down and passed it into her blindly waving hands, sickened yet awestruck by the sight of her face covered in my cum. As Mom opened her purse and dug inside until she found and extracted a wad of tissues, a strange thought crossed my mind. It burst into my mind fully formed. 'I've marked her,' I thought, 'Marked her for life.' I apologized several times while Mom cleaned her face. She comforted me as she cleaned her face, saying that it wasn't my fault, that it was probably my first time and I didn't know any better, that I would know for next time. I turned at the sudden increase in backseat moaning just in time to see Tim blow his load. His jeans were down to his knees but his shorts were still pulled up. He was dry humping his mother with gay abandon. Her legs were wrapped around him and though I couldn't see, I was sure she was ...