The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... out the light, pausing as she saw me sitting on the couch. Her high, patrician features expressionless as she regarded me, only the twitching lines at the side of her mouth, the ones she hated so much, indicated that her rigid body was indeed alive. My eyes were drawn to a wet spot perfectly circling her left tit, starkly delineating her stiff nipple and flattening with tight cohesion on the silver dollar sized areole where water had splashed when she tipped the glass too high, overflowing her mouth and spilling from her chin. The light flicked out. I couldn't hear her moving on the carpet and in the fresh darkness I couldn't see, but I sensed she was coming toward me. The brush of her legs on mine confirmed my suspicion. "What are you waiting for here in the dark," she asked, her normal voice sounding so loud I thought it could wake the dead. I didn't answer. "You didn't think I was going to come looking for you?" I remained silent. "Did you? With your father right upstairs?" Her voice was quieter now. I kept quiet. She didn't speak. Seconds ticked by, only our breathing marking the passage of time. "Is that what you thought?" she whispered. I don't think she expected me to answer because she whispered again right away. "Have you got it out?" I slipped my shorts down, under my ass, and pushed them to my knees. The rustling audible even though our breathing was louder now. Seconds ticked by again. She was waiting, now, teasing while my cock wobbled in the dark, summer air. ...

... Now it was I that was frantic with expectation. I felt her knees, outside mine. Was she getting ready to get on me? I braced myself. A moan escaped my lips. "Ohhhhh." Mom's mouth had suddenly enveloped my cock. How she had done it, how her aim could be so perfectly accurate, I'll never know, but it is a feeling I'll never, ever forget. To have your hard cock suddenly covered by a warm, wet mouth without any warning. Incredible. She was sucking, sliding her lips tightly up and down my rigid member. I reached up to grasp her head, to guide her mouth but her hands batted mine away. I let them fall limply to my sides as my mother sucked and sucked my sensitive cock, sometimes swirling all around my head, and sometimes dropping unexpectedly down my shaft. She went down all the way, her lips nibbling around my root, my cockhead squished into what must have been the entrance to her throat. Then she would slide up and release me with a loud, sucking pop followed by gasps for air and the drool of her saliva oozing onto my helmet, dripping down my shaft. It was fantastic, exquisite torture. I couldn't stand it anymore and reached again to control her head. This time, she let me. Immediately, I began thrusting my cock into her mouth, desperate for release. She allowed me to fuck her face, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. The sound of her struggle to accommodate my plunging only increased the speed of my frantic lunges until I was bursting in her throat, flooding her tongue, ...