The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... despite how much she loved it, she would never let anyone else have her ass. And when I became aware of that, at the moment Mom's moans turned into such a howl she dug her face into the crease between the cushion and the back of the couch, I emptied my balls inside her, holding her hips to keep her ass arched up to accept my gift. * * * * * * * On Tuesday, I got a job. I rushed home to tell Mom the good news. As soon as I saw her, standing by the kitchen, a plate of sandwiches and a large of milk waiting on the table, I wanted her. I walked straight to her, ignoring the food despite my hunger, taking her in my arms for an intense kiss. "I got a job," I managed to get out between kisses. "I know," she said. "I could tell." I pulled her dress up with my left hand and slipped my right under her panties, my long finger snaking between her cheeks to find her asshole. "No, Ricky," she whispered unconvincingly. "Eat your lunch." "Fuck that I said." But she broke away and ran, laughing as she stumbled up the stairs. I rushed after her but didn't catch her until she had reached her bed, pushing her forward, spreading her legs and shoving her dress over her hips and ass, yanking her panties down. Her struggle and giggles stopped then. She lay open and exposed in front of me, spread legs and ass lewdly pushed up toward me in invitation as I undid my belt and pushed my jeans down to free my raging cock. Her hands were scrabbling in the headboard, searching for something, finding it, ...

... one hand reaching back to offer me a tube. I pointed it at her ass, inserted the nozzled end between her cheeks, and squeezed until a thick oil bubbled out from her crack and onto the roundness of her buttocks. I pushed my cock in to replace the tube, pushing the goo into her hole, stopping to wait for her to push back, to receive me at her own discretion, moaning when she finally popped me in. Within two minutes, I was reaming my mother's ass for the second time in my life. On Thursday, I took her again. That's how the summer went. Two or three times a week we managed to fuck at home, at least once in the ass. On weekends, we joined Tim and his mom for a drive, stopping to fuck in the great outdoors, close to each other but never again switching moms. At the end of the summer, I went to college in the next town, where our college girls were supposedly located. Tim went to Vietnam. I had sex whenever I could with Mom throughout the fall and winter. It was tough on Tim's mom, especially at Christmas. The following summer, Mom and I renewed our Sunday drives and even managed to get into the drive-in again. We had become very practiced lovers, well-attuned to each others joys. One day, I came home from an early shift at my summer job to find Mom and Millie having coffee. They were sitting on tall stools at the counter, sandwiches and milk placed in front of the end stool for me. I sat down and began eating. I hadn't seen Millie since Xmas when she looked drawn out and tired. She ...