The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... fallen half off her foot and managing to discard the other as she entered the living room. I followed, cock painfully bent, loosening my jeans to relieve it. I had expected Mom to lead Millie to the door and out but she turned her into the living room, over to Dad's big chair, sidestepping the large ottoman in front that Dad used to rest his feet. Mom squatted between the ottoman and the chair, pulling Millie down to her knees on the opposite side and stretching her across by pulling her arms. Millie submissively flopped down, laying her head on its side and letting her arms fall limply to the side of the ottoman without a struggle. Mom leaned over her and stretched out to grasp Millie's tight dress, pulling it up her legs, baring the back of her thighs, then higher, until it was bunched above her hips. Mom looked up at me. "She's been very naughty." I just nodded, looking down at Millie's exposed thighs and panties, not sure what was going on or what Mom expected me to do. Mom's hands slipped up to hold Millie down under her armpits. "Smack her bottom," Mom commanded. "What?" "Smack her bottom. "Mom, I can't ..." "Yes you can. She touched you without permission. Now do it." I reached down and lightly smacked Millie's pantied rear end. "Harder." I spanked her again with a little more f***e. "Harder, or I won't let her come to the drive-in." My cock would never have forgiven me if I let that happen. Smack, smack, smack. Millie moaned "Again. Harder." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. ...

... "Ohhh, unnghh, unggghhh." I was beginning to enjoy this. "Stop." I raised my hand. "I said stop." I lowered my hand, confused, frustrated. "Pull her panties down." "What?" "Pull her panties down." I got down on my knees behind Tim's mom. Looking at Mom for confirmation, I grabbed Millie's panties at each hip and dragged them over her bottom, pushing down until the waistband stretched across the backs of her knees. "Keep spanking her." I slapped Millie's ass until her moans were loud and her cheeks red. "Stop." Mom leaned over Millie, close to her head. "Do you want it now?" Millie's head shook ... in affirmation. "Please." That small word escaped amid a series of rapid breaths. Mom looked up at me, kneeling behind Tim's mom, breathing hard. "Fuck her," Mom said. Mom prodded me again, looking down at my bulging, loosened jeans, then back up to my face. "I said fuck her. She can't wait until Saturday." I pushed my jeans down, my huge boner flopping forward into attack position. Mom held up her hand and leaned down to Millie again. "Tim's friend is going to fuck you now. For your son." Mom waved me on. "Take her." I lined up with Millie's inflamed pussy and slipped inside, easily sinking my whole shaft in. She was incredibly wet. I immediately started banging her hard. I was so fucking excited and Millie was really ready for it. I really hammered into her. "That's it, that's it." Mom cried, spurring me on. "You know she likes it hard." I knew in that instant that Mom had known all ...