The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... frowned. "I don't think that's a very good idea." "No, no. I'm fine," Millie protested, but I was already reaching inside the car and Tim had jumped up to help from the other side of the car. It was an easy task. A sharp jerk on the front of the back seat pulled it from its clips and Tim and I soon steered it out of the car, setting it down at the top of one of the blankets behind our moms with the narrow, rear end facing their backs. They soon shuffled back to lean against it. Soon, all four of us were leaning back, feet stretched out before us, sipping the last of the wine. Millie finished hers first, tossing her plastic glass over Tim onto the grass. "Well, we're stuck here for a couple of hours until this wears off," she giggled. Mom agreed, wondering how we had d***k so much wine. "Because these little buggers probably wanted us to get d***k," Millie tittered, elbowing Tim. "That's what I'm afraid of," Mom said, eyeing me suspiciously. ""We'll just have a nap, and then we'll be ready to go," Millie suggested, pulling the other blanket over top of us and worming her way down into a more prone position but with her head still on the seat. Tim crooked his arm over his mom's head and snuggled closer to her, straightening the blanket over her while Millie wiggled closer to her son. Mom held off for a few minutes, watching Millie's closed eyes, then slipped lower and tugged the blanket over herself too. A moment later, I snuggled down closer to Mom. Time went by. We listened ...

... to the birds and the distant sound of the odd car driving by on the road back over the hill. Once in a while I opened my eyes and looked for the birds, then watched Mom. Tim was still lying with his arm over his mom's head, but his eyes were closed. I could see his other hand moving slowly over his mother's body, caressing her belly and running over her breasts. Millie seemed content. I was jealous. Tim opened his eyes and looked at me, then down at his mother. He leaned down to kiss her face, slowly nipping her skin with his lips until hers met his. A long, languid kiss ensued, with Millie arching her neck for more. Mom opened her eyes and looked at her friend, lovingly kissing her son while he clearly fondled her breasts under the blanket. She turned her head toward me but I was unable to read the dark pool of her eyes, and she made no effort to clarify her thoughts. I went for it. I lowered my face to hers, stopping short of her lips, slipping my hand under the blanket until it rested on her stomach. Glancing at the maternal couple next to us, I looked down at the blanket and moved my hand, but up to caress her breasts as my friend was doing to his mom. No, my hand moved lower, onto her skirt, flexing to bunch it up, pulling the hem higher until I could slip between her legs and pull my fingers up to hook over her pantied pussy. Only then did I drop my tongue to tease its way between her lips, flicking side to side as my finger mimicked the same action across her panties. ...