The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... mouth. I kept my thumb in place and slowly worked it deeper inside Mom's ass. When she came, one hand banging the blanket beside me an the other holding my head firmly between her legs, my thumb was pushed in as far as it could go and rather than being treated like an unwelcome invader, Mom's bucking hips seemed intent on getting as much of it as they could. When she finished, I crawled up and kissed her. "Please don't push me away anymore," I asked. "I won't, baby. I won't." Mom's arms circled my head and held it tightly to her chest. My face was turned inward and only then did I realize that Tim was fucking his mom. They came while we watched and like us, lay one on top of the other, quietly smooching. "What were you doing down there?" Mom whispered. "Kissing you there. Didn't you like it?" "Yes. ... I meant the other thing." "Did you like that too?" For an answer, Mom turned my face to hers and pushed her tongue aggressively into my mouth and her arms circled my head to hold me close for a long, intense kiss. When it was finished, I got up and walked to the trees to relieve myself of some of the wine I had d***k. Tim followed. After a few minutes, we could hear giggling behind us. When we turned around, we discovered that our moms weren't laughing at us peeing in the woods. They had got up and were lying bent over the carseat from the thicker edge with their heads on the blanket and bottoms toward us. Their skirts were flipped over their backs, baring their backsides. They ...

... giggled a chorus, "Guess which is which." It was obvious of course, of course, but we played along. I was about to end the game when Tim suddenly knelt behind Mom, motioning for me to do the same, leaning together so our voices originated from the middle behind our moms. Tim pushed his pants down, allowing his re-hardened cock to flop out. He grazed it across the top of my mom's ass and motioned for me to do the same to his mom. I did. "Guess which one," we sang out, barely able to contain our laughter. Our moms laughed too, so the silly game continued with Tim and I rubbing our cocks all over our mom's rear ends, laughing and repeating over and over, "Guess who?" "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe," Millie sang out, to be oft repeated by the two of them in chorus. We kept rubbing our cocks around until both of us were really hard. I was definitely thinking about stopping this silly game now because I was seriously wanting to slip my tool inside Tim's mom, and almost did. But just then, Tim upped the ante. He pushed his cock down with his fingers and slipped it under Mom's bum, between her legs, its springy tension immediately pressing it up against her pussy. I was shocked. Partly by Tim's action, partly by the wild look on his face, and partly because I followed suit, pushing my cock down and slipping it between Millie's legs, delighting in the feel of the slippery wetness of her taboo pussy pressing on the back of my cock. "Guess who," I said throatily, belatedly followed by Tim. ...