The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... my thumb tip was dipping in just the slightest bit. Minutes passed and Mom relaxed, recognizing play that was similar to that she had enjoyed in the afternoon accompanied by my teasing tongue. Though she remained silent, her face still looked back, eyes glinting intensely even in the darkness. I raised my pussy hand up and arched its thumb up to join its b*****r that was teasing Mom's asshole. I inserted it into the little hallway, the greeting room in which I knew I had to linger before being invited into the chamber of sighs. Mom buried her face in the couch. She didn't make a sound until my hand pressed against her slippery ass and my thumb, pushed in as far as it would go, bursting through the inner door. That's when I learned the sweetest hello in the world could be a simple grunt. After a while I replaced my thumb with my finger but, though longer, it was too thin so I pushed another one in and worked Mom with the two but I knew it was time for the real thing. I positioned myself behind her, my cock nudging her now open asshole. "Easy," Mom cautioned. "OK," I responded. "You come for it." I held still, rubbing her rear end with my cock. She didn't move, still waiting for me to push in. I repeated, "You have to take it." More rubbing until finally, tentatively, her ass pushed back, pinching my tip in her dark well, paused, and then pushed harder. I popped inside. She waited for a full minute, then pushed slowly but steadily back, scr****g tightly over my shaft until I ...

... was all the way in. Again, she waited. At last, she rasped, "Move." "What?" I asked. "Fuck it," she cried. "Fuck it." I pulled back slowly, not far, maybe an inch, then gently pushed back in. There was no response, so I carefully copied that move, then again, and again. Soon I was traversing two inches, but more quickly, though still not fast. It took me a good three minutes to confidently launch full strokes in and out of Mom's ass, and another three, after she began making appreciative sounds, before I started mixing it up with more interesting thrusts and parlays. Her moans and grunts showed she liked a period of slow in and outs to be followed by a sudden flurry of hard, ramming thrusts, capped by a long, shoving, grinding plug. I tried to cover her pussy with my hand but hers was already there and refused to relinquish its prized position. Conceding her pussy to Mom's more expert fingers, I concentrated on reaming her ass, dropping my right foot to the floor to leverage myself above her arched up bottom, allowing me to really dig in and root around. I was surprised by this sexy woman, my mother. She loved getting it in the ass, something she'd never done before and later told me she was petrified when she knew what I wanted to do. Yet she let me have her, just like she had allowed me to come on her face. Though I didn't know it in the latter instance, I knew while I was gouging her bottom that she would never have let my father do this to her. I instinctively knew that, ...