The Rambler part 2 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 2

... on the home front. He may have experienced a setback but at least he was still on the game board. Apparently, at the Sunday night dinner table the previous week, Tim started talking about the movies we'd seen with our moms at the drive-in. His father, of course, wasn't the least bit interested but something made him persist when he saw how uncomfortable his mom was with the topic. She actually blushed and looked down at the table when he first started talking about the movies. Only he noticed since his father was listening to the TV which was still on in the living room and soon got up to leave, cued by the start of some program. Tim continued with his description of the first movie but despite his father's absence and, he thought, any reason for discomfort, his mother still avoided his eyes while quickly finishing her own meal. As soon as she was finished, she got up and began clearing the dishes from the table. My friend kept talking while he watched his mother fill the sink with soapy water, his eyes catching every move she made. Chewing the last bits of his meal, he realized that his mother probably wasn't joining her husband in the living room in fear of her son following and pursuing his distressing conversation. Tim, a more competitive sort than I, sensed an advantage, and decided to stay in the kitchen to pressure his mother, reminding her of their previous intimacy and shared indiscretion. He could tell that his discussion and visual attention was flustering his ...

... mother. He wondered, he told me, whether she was just afraid that he might let something slip about what had happened, or if the memories re-ignited the sexual excitement of that night. He got up from the table, bringing more dishes from the counter. "Here, I'll help you with these, Mom." "No, no. You go watch TV with your father. I can manage this," Millie quickly took the dishes from Tim, verbally shooing him away. Undeterred, Tim snagged the dish towel that was hanging from the oven door handle and stood behind his mother, admiring how she filled the back of her skirt. "It was one of those knee-length skirts with heavy pleats starting just where the material crests the upper slope of the butt," he said, eyes kind of glazing as if he was picturing it in his mind. I formed a visual too and felt a stirring in my loins as Tim continued with his story. Millie seemed aware of her son's attention and grew even more agitated, washing glasses much more quickly than normal, even putting them into the dish rack without rinsing them as she usually did. "So I calmly rinsed the first glass and dried it, then did the same with the next one," he said. "I felt a strange sense of control," he told he, "feeling no need to rush. On the third glass, Mom started rinsing the dishes but she still washed them faster than usual." Tim said he kept describing the movies, now on the second feature, and his mother eventually calmed down, slowing her pace until she was washing at her normal speed. Tim had ...