The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... Mom. I felt awkward. "Sorry, Mom," I whispered. "It's ok. You haven't cuddled with me since you were little. I don't mind," she assured me. Mom nestled against me and I put my arm around her a minute later, not knowing what else to do with it. As the movie played on, we gradually shifted about, getting more comfortable, Mom turning her back a little more to the door and me shifting closer to her because the screen was to the left of the car and I needed to twist toward Mom to save my neck. Silence reigned in the car again. In the quiet, I became aware of Mom as a woman, even before the first sex scene. The scent of her perfume, tastefully applied in small amounts, filled my nostrils. I found myself pretending that I was relieving my neck by looking away from the screen but I was really looking at the front of Mom's sweater, pleased to see that she was wearing one with a deep 'V' cut that showed the inner swells of her breasts. I truly hadn't noticed until then but, once seen, I couldn't help looking again and again. Mom didn't seem to notice my attention. Mom's breasts were captivating in the flickering cinematic light. She must have been wearing one of those bras that connected only at the bottom because I could see quite a bit of her cleavage without any sign of a white restraint. On my umpteenth perusal of her assets, Mom suddenly fidgeted and I thought I had been caught. This would be awkward. But she only complained about her foot going to sl**p and lifted her left knee ...

... to dangle her leg over mine. I was thrilled when the flickering light revealed that Mom's skirt had been pushed back from her knees to reveal tantalizing glimpses of tender, white thigh. For the next while I was torn between admiring Mom's breasts and trying to dig my eyes deeper under her skirt between her legs, trying to catch a glimpse of white panty. I was also surprised to realize that at some point I had started toying with Mom's hair and stroking the nape of her neck. Stranger yet, she hadn't said a thing or given any indication that she was even aware I was doing it! Just then, there a rustling in the backseat, followed by Millie whispering. "What are you doing? ... Stop it, Tim." "Shhhhhh." I presumed it was Tim responding. "Just play along or they'll figure it out." More rustling followed by an unintelligible protest, then a long pause. I looked at Mom and she looked back at me. We were still regarding each other when we heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. Mom's eyes widened, as I'm sure mine did, and then looked into the backseat. I kept my gaze fixed on Mom's face and I remember clearly thinking that she wasn't just handsome, she was beautiful. Mom looked back at me, eyes sparkling, her face crinkling up into a conspiratorial smile of shared discovery. "Tim ..." "Someone was standing behind the car. I think those guys are checking us out." Millie's response was cut off by the sound of more kissing. Mom smiled at me again and turned back to watch the movie but ...