The Rambler part 2b - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 2b

... the dishes again like I had last week, adding a loud comment about how was nice it was to have one useful man around the house. I guess the fight was still in full f***e and effect. I started clearing the dishes from the table but Mom left. "I'll be right back," she said. Mom returned only minutes later. She must have spilled something during dinner because she had changed from the slacks she'd been wearing into a loosely pleated skirt that fell short of her knees. But that didn't make sense. If Mom had spilled something on her slacks, she would have finished the dishes first before changing. As I waited while she filled the sink, my eyes traced the slender columns of her legs and I remembered the exciting view I'd had that morning between her thighs. Mom spoke as she dumped the cutlery into the filling sink. "I was talking to Millie this afternoon." She paused as if waiting for me to say something. "Oh yeah," I said, keeping my voice as even as I could though my breath was catching in my throat. This was it. "She really wants to go see a movie again .. at the drive-in." "Oh, yeah," I said as if this was news to me though my voice was breathier and I was afraid I would give myself away. "This Saturday." "Uh huh." I may have only got the second of those two syllables out loud enough to hear. "She said Tim is getting slagged at school because the k**s think those college girls dumped you guys." Mom's body started shaking as she turned the water off and began scrubbing one of ...

... the glasses she'd put in on top of the soaking knives and forks. I watched her pleated skirt shake and my thoughts jumped to the quivering mounds of flesh that caused such tantalizing movements. Those sexy, jiggling things moved as if they had a mind of their own, jostling seemingly unencumbered beneath the plaid covering. Tim's description of his mom's pleated skirt suddenly seared into my brain. Had Mom changed into that skirt on purpose, for my benefit? Had Millie told her about what she was letting Tim do? Fuck, I had a boner already. Awkwardly, I moved my legs around, finally reaching down to realign my cock into a more comfortable position. She couldn't be wearing anything under that skirt. There was no way those pleats could move like that if her bum was constrained, even if she was wearing bikini panties that only reached halfway up her butt. "What?" I said. Mom had to repeat her question. I had missed it. "I said, do you want me to help you too?" I hesitated, somehow not ready for what I had been waiting so long to hear. "I don't have to, if you don't want me too," Mom interpreted my pause incorrectly. "No, I do. Please Mom, that would be great." I stepped close behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. "I'd love your help," I lowered my voice, allowing my groin to graze the back of her jiggling skirt. "It won't be like last time," Mom responded. "We'll just make it look like you're out with your college girls again, nothing more." Her shoulder stiffened, dampening ...