The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... in and out several times as if we were in a slow motion movie. She kept pulling until her skirt was sitting on top of her bum." Tim paused. My eyes were riveted on his face. "She wasn't wearing anything underneath," he said, his voice still full of awe. "Her ass was bare, two cheeks hanging down, sloping out like two pears. I remember staring down her crack, dimly becoming aware that there were no panties covering her, pretty obvious because there was a tuft of hair sticking out from between her legs." "What happened?" I gulped. "She turned around and looked at me. She could tell I was awestruck and I remember thinking how pleased she was, especially when I whispered how awesome she was, that her ass was absolutely stupendous. She didn't tell me to quiet down then," Tim laughed. "What then?" I asked. "It was her turn to watch," he said. "I grabbed my cock and gave it a full pulls, then reached out with my left hand and cupped her cheek, pulling it apart a little so I could see more." "Remember your father," she whispered. "You better put it away." "No. Let me touch it first." "I leaned closer. She tried to pull away but she had nowhere to go. I pushed my head between her cheeks. She groaned when she felt me, like I did. I almost came when I heard that." "Timmy, stop," she whispered frantically. "Your father." "Shhhhhhh, then," I whispered back. "Be quiet or he'll hear you." "I was rummaging around with my cock, steering it with my hand, trying to find her slit. I slipped my ...

... left hand around to her belly, under her skirt, to hold her still but I still couldn't get it in. And then I said the magic words." "What words?" My eyes and ears were almost off my head trying to pull his story out of him. "I said, 'I want to do you from behind the way Rick did his mom.'" I stared at Tim. "She went all still and relaxed and my cock was suddenly inside her and I was shoving it in, all the way, right up into her. It was incredible. I was fucking her right there in the kitchen. It was insane! Dad was in the living room watching TV and I was fucking Mom against the sink. I mean, not rubbing her fully clothed. There was no way I could have jumped back and pretended nothing was going on. My cock was all the way up her cunt, man." I just kept staring at Tim. He went on. "She started making sounds, so put my hand over her mouth and kept banging her. It was fucking awesome. All of a sudden, I was cumming, jerking into her and spewing like crazy. Mom slumped over the sink then but I kept holding her. She felt so good, I kept her ass tight to me, plugged to the hilt inside her, though I was finished." Tim shook his head. "It was weird. The clock seemed to be ticking really loud and I could hear the sounds of Dad's TV show. After few minutes, I realized that Mom's hair was hanging down in the dishwater. I tried to pull her up but she was like a rag doll, so I pulled her away from the sink. She just flopped forward and would have fallen to the floor if I wasn't holding by ...