The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... legs, near her knees. I looked back at his face and he flared his eyes to acknowledge what I'd seen. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his hand slip an inch further between his mother's legs. "I don't know, Millie. I think we've played enough games for one night." Mom shifted upright, sliding her legs across mine but she didn't twist them off, staying turned toward the backseat as she continued talking to her friend, leaning with her elbow on the top of the seat. I noticed how her outstretched arm tightened her sweater over her breast and was able to truly appreciate its magnificent shape when Mom suddenly lifted her hand to brush her hair away from her face. "Oh, come on. How often do we get to do something new. We should stay until just before the end of the movie so those k**s will think our sons hit it really big with some college girls. They'll be heroes." I noticed Mom glance down at her friend's knees, then quickly fix on Millie's face again. She must have seen Tim's hand. "Yeah, c'mon Mom," Tim pitched in, adding his plea to his mom's. "Help us out." Mom looked at me, possibly surprised by how far Millie had 'played along' yet not wanting to deprive her friend of something she seemed to want, or perhaps she simply felt awkward and wanted an excuse to look away. "Do you want to stay longer, Rick?" I looked into her eyes. "Yes." Mom nodded. "Ok, then." She twisted her legs around off of mine then, leaning down to get her purse. She fixed her face and brushed her ...

... hair, all the while chatting to Millie about the movie the way she would normally talk to her when they were having tea together. Obviously, she'd been watching the movie, unlike myself who couldn't have told you a thing about it. Looking back on it now, I realized that she never did say anything about the last part of the movie. Anyway, when the movie started again, everyone quieted down. Mom kicked her shoes off and swung her legs up onto mine as the car darkened. She scooted down to rest her bottom against my legs which made her lean further into the door than before. I quickly resumed my survey of her chest and skirt. I was pleased to notice that her scooting action had pushed her skirt higher on her legs so the hem was now stretched across her upper thighs and the bottom of the sweater had pushed up as well, leaving a thin band of tummy showing. I was truly thrilled when I noticed a flash of white panty as Mom squirmed about to get comfortable, her legs parting in the process. She didn't close them and I began to twitch under my pants. "Mmmmmm." Tim and his mom had wasted no time resuming their deep kissing. I looked at Mom to find her watching me with a big smile on her face. I was thankful that the car was dark enough that she wouldn't be able to see my face go red at getting caught looking under her skirt but Mom seemed oblivious to my transgression, holding her arms out toward me. I leaned toward her and naturally slid my right arm under hers, past her waist and behind ...