The Rambler part 2b - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 2b

... showed. Then I'd wait, with the others, until you spread your legs to show them what you kept only for me, that no other man could uncover." Hokey, I know but it just sprang from my lips and Mom thrust her pussy hard into my milking hand. She turned her face toward me and I prepared for another long kiss. "Put your fingers inside me," she rasped. There was no hesitation, I was sure of what she'd said. I pushed in first one, then a second, and finally a third. I twisted and squished my fingers around in her cunt, then slowly began surging into her, digging in until my knuckles spread her puffy lips, knarling, rubbing, grinding. "I'd drop your dress before the women came back. None of them would suspect anything since your man had been there with you the whole time, but all the men would envy me, glancing furtively at you for the rest of the night, wishing it was them and not me that got to fuck you that night." "ohhhhhhh, god, ricky. Mmmmmmmm, ugghh uhhh." Squish, squish, squish. She was so fucking wet. My fingers were fitting right inside her stretched pussy, easily twisting back and forth. "You're the most fuckable woman in the world." I quickly slipped my tongue inside Mom's mouth, muffling her moans, and started furiously frigging her cunt. When I broke the kiss, her moans continued unabated and I looked down to watch my hand twisting around in her sloppy pussy. I was amazed. Mom had twisted toward me and my invading hand, almost onto her back. She had pulled her feet up ...

... to brace their arches against the front corner of the seat and spread her legs as wide as they could go. She was hot, hot, hot. I slowed my frigging hand and began teasing Mom's clit with my thumb. Rubbing, pressing, circling, spreading. Over and over and over. "Fuck," I whispered, again and again, spaced out, until she moaned and moaned with each utterance, and then, finally, repeated it. "Fuck," she whispered, voice ragged and hoarse, "fuck." Quickly, I pulled my hand away, to a wailing moan, flipped my shorts down and tucked the waistband underneath my swollen balls, slipping my hips over her right knee and guiding my throbbing pole toward her slick, begging slit, frantically yanking her panties up to her knees with my free hand. "Fuck," I whispered, nudging my head between her puffy lips. "Fuck," she whispered, her cunt grasping. "Fuck," I groaned, sliding home, all the way, no stopping for go, cock lunging, on the attack. I paused when I was in to the hilt and lifted Mom's hips toward me for a tighter fit. "Ohhhh, Ricky," she whispered, her arms circling around my head. "Fuck me." I'm a good boy, and I did as I was told. I started slowly, pulling out almost all the way and then all the way back, trying to take my time but the pussy of an aroused woman can derail even the best of plans. It wasn't long before I was shoving in and out as fast as my gasping breath could support. Both Mom and I were moaning loudly. The thought of being discreet or shy with Tim and Millie right ...