The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... looked better now, with a little summer sun. She and Mom both wore fancier dresses. They must have been at some kind of luncheon or something, or were going to one. I munched away while they chatted, until Mom suddenly included me in the conversation. "Millie's really been missing Tim," Mom said. It took a moment for me to realize that she was speaking to me. I turned toward Mom, looking across Millie since she was sitting on the stool between us, with a mouthful of sandwich. "So do I," I mumbled around a mouthful of tuna salad and bread. Millie burst out laughing, stretching her hand onto my thigh, patting it. "Each your sandwich, k**. We can't let a lonely mother's pining get between a man and his food." They both laughed and Millie turned back to Mom to carry on their conversation but she left her hand on my thigh. Though she didn't do anything, I became intensely aware of its presence due to its proximity to my groin. I couldn't help it that my groin started growing closer to her hand. Mom and Millie were reminiscing about the last summer while my little guy stiffened and filled the crotch of my jeans, trying to straighten out down the leg that Millie's hand so delicately decorated. "Wouldn't it be nice if Millie could join us for our drives again?" Mom asked. I looked at Mom's inquiring face. She added, "And maybe see a movie with us?" Just then, Millie's fingers retracted, scratching along my inner thigh. Both women were looking to me for a response, though I'm sure it ...

... wasn't the one I was currently forming. "Uh, sure," I bumbled out awkwardly. Millie turned to Mom, "That's great, when would be good for you?" Her fingers scratched me again as she spoke and waited for Mom's answer, stretching closer to my groin and dragging her hand higher up my leg so the next move, which quickly followed, allowed her fingers to lightly sc**** over the tip of my burgeoning cock. "Why not this Sunday?" Mom replied. She continued with even more enthusiasm, "We could go to the drive-in again. We can get in now and there's a triple feature showing this Saturday. Remember that first triple feature we went to?" Millie laughed, nodding, her fingers executing a longer scratch the length of my cock. "Do I? That was really something." My cock grew even more under her stroking fingers. "Millie! What are you doing?" Mom suddenly barked. I froze, but Millie's fingers didn't, and I couldn't help responding. "What?" Millie's voice was the epitome of innocence. "Your hand is on Rick's leg." "It is?" Millie's innocence was extended. My right hand had moved to cover Millie's on my left leg but it was too late and it dropped in my lap, at least blocking any further advance onto my crotch. "Damn right it is. It's right between his legs. What's it doing there?" Mom was indignant. I didn't know what to do. I hadn't done anything. I was just sitting there, face red, breath hard to come by. "Touching your son's cock," Millie answered calmly. I was shocked. "Oh," Mom replied in an ...