The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... of her lips, dipped slightly between, then slowly pushing my tongue inside her mouth. I lined my thumb up along Mom's groove and rocked it from side to side, slowly turning her shallow trench into a small valley that threatened to flood from within. When I couldn't hold the kiss any longer, our lips parted but there was no further protest from Mom. I continued rubbing her panties, loving the little reactions that were now evident on her beautiful face even in the dim, flickering light. Mom's right leg moved, opening her thighs even wider to improve my access. Quick to take advantage of her welcome, I expanded the territory my thumb encompassed, rubbing all around now, determining the outline of the pussy lying underneath those damp, white panties. I showered fluttery little kisses with my lips and the tip of my tongue all over Mom' face, loving the way her head tipped back, stretching her neck, offering it to my welcoming lips. The look of ecstasy on her face almost made me cum. I had twisted my hand now so my fingers stretched down between Mom's legs and my thumb was circling around at the top of her mound, digging inside there to find a little nub that Mom seemed to really like having rubbed. She was mine now. She was twisting her hips in tiny movements, up against my fingers and thumb, pushing into me, grinding against my hand. "Ricky ... ohhhh ... Ricky," she whispered, so quietly. "I love you ... I love you," I answered to each call of my name and uncontrolled, ...

... trembling, "ohhhhhh." She was moving faster and faster, her hips bucking, the 'ohhhhhs' so frequent they were almost strung together. I changed my whispered response. 'I love you' was too long to answer her 'ohhhhhs'. "Fuck," I whispered, over and over, pushing my hand hard against her panties, squeezing and rubbing her frantic mound. Suddenly, her legs stiffened and her hand clamped onto mine, holding it in place. Her back arched as she strained against my hand, her mouth open in a silent scream. My hand felt warm and wet and I kept it against her panties when she relaxed, falling back into the seat. I watched Mom's face, eyes closed and full of grace, keeping my hand lightly pressed against her pussy but not moving. After a minute Mom opened her eyes and smiled at me, looking satisfied and at peace with the world. She gave no indication that I should remove my hand so I kept it there. Her eyes strayed as if trying to look over the back of the seat which she could no longer do from her slumped position. Mom's smile widened as she listened to the louder whispers and moans emanating from the backseat, the sounds leaving no doubt about what was going on. Millie sounded like she was about to reach orgasm but then her low moans subsided. A moment later this was repeated. Tim was teasing the shit out of his mother. Mom's smile turned into a silent grin. With her eyes on me, I pulled my right arm from behind her back and slipped my hand under the front of her sweater, bringing it to rest on ...