The Rambler part 2 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 2

... again if your mom would too." I struggled to breathe as that bomb sunk in. It was up to me, then? I couldn't even approach my mom and I was supposed to convince her to go? My excitement, built up so high listening to Tim talk about his week with his mother, crashed to the ground. I said as much to Tim. "Don't worry," he said. "Mom will ask. You just have to get yours to agree." I remained unconvinced. "If she doesn't say anything," Tim went on, "just say I said my mom wanted to go to the drive-in and I won't take her alone unless you bring your mom too." I was only half convinced. "It'll work, don't worry about it," Tim exuded his typical confidence. Except for getting dates with the good looking girls at school, things almost always worked out for Tim. "Ok," I replied, uncertainly. That was Saturday. After that, I ran every time the phone rang but hung back, waiting for someone else to answer. Whenever it was for mom, I lurked nearby out of sight, listening. But there was no call from Millie, at least none that I heard, though I couldn't be sure they didn't talk during the day when I was at school. By Wednesday, Tim was tired of me bugging him about it. "Mom promised she'd call. Don't worry about it." That was fine for him. He got to shove his dick into his mother's skirt every night after supper and grope her tits and last night, he took joy in telling me, she let him hump her butt until he came in his pants. I had started helping with the dishes every night since Sunday ...

... but couldn't bring myself to make an advance on Mom, afraid I'd ruin everything if Millie did call. And though I brought up the subject of the drive-in, Mom neither responded nor seemed bothered by the topic. Her dishwashing was as fast and efficient as ever and I didn't have the courage to put any of her finished products back in the sink. So the week went on. Wednesday night turned in to Thursday and then Friday. Saturday was hell. I called Tim in desperation when there wasn't a single call all morning and at lunch Mom didn't say anything. "Have you heard anything?" my voice pleaded for a positive response. "Your mom hasn't said anything?" Tim seemed surprised. "No. Why?" "Well, Mom said she talked to her yesterday. You sure she didn't say anything?" "Positive," I countered, my heart, and dick, sinking. The answer must have been no. "Huh," Tim replied, sounding mystified rather than devastated the way I was feeling. "I'll look into it," Tim promised. I hung up, got some lemonade from the fridge and wandered out to sit on the patio. I was only dimly aware when the phone rang several minutes later though I'd jumped at every ring for the previous week. It rang and rang. Finally, it stopped and Mom's cheery voice sang out from around the corner where the phone hung on the kitchen wall, "Hello." "Oh, Millie. Hi." "Yeah, sorry. I just got so busy, I forgot." "Oh, I don't know, Millie. I don't think so." Mom's voice suddenly lowered, "Things got so carried away last time." I slumped ...