The Rambler part 3 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 3

... Dad was going fishing with some friends early in the morning and Mom and I would be home alone. She seemed nervous about that but I jumped in and asked if she wanted to go for a drive with Tim and his mom instead of sitting at home by ourselves. She couldn't very well argue that in front of Dad. Or maybe Mom thought going for a drive the lesser of two evils, and agreed. She waited for Dad to go upstairs first. "I talked with Millie a few days ago," she said. "There won't be any funny business anymore, despite what happened Thursday. You just caught me off guard, is all." "Of course not," I replied cheerily. "When did you talk with Millie?" I asked, as if it wasn't important. "Wednesday. Why?" "Oh, I just wondered if they were still going for a drive," I said. Sunday morning, Mom had already called Millie and she confirmed that Tim had indeed suggested going for a drive since the men would be gone fishing all day. They organized who would make what to take for a picnic lunch and an hour later we went over to Tim's place to pick he and his mother up. We took the Rambler, of course. Mom got out when we arrived and quickly sat in the back with Millie before Tim could get in. We left, Tim and I both trying hard to be nonchalant and upbeat. Mom was apprehensive but Millie was in fine spirits and Mom soon relaxed. We drove for more well over an hour. I retraced the route Tim and I had followed and pulled off a dirt side road that dipped through a field and then lazily wound ...

... around and climbed a lightly treed, grassy knoll. I pulled off and parked the car in a spot offering a view over a distant farmhouse. I opened the door and stepped out, pulling the seatback forward and offering my hand to Mom to help her out in a very gentlemanly fashion. I opened the trunk and we spread a couple of blankets on the grass, unloaded our picnic baskets, and sat down to enjoy our lunch with the Rambler's doors open so we could listen to the stereo. Millie had brought wine and that, together with the surroundings, beautiful sunny day, and the casual, innocent behavior exhibited by both Tim and I, seemed to relax my mom. We were all lying on our backs, on the blankets, chit chatting and singing along to the music. The wine helped but neither of the moms seemed to be aware of it since either Tim or I replenished the bottles with fresh ones from the trunk, unobserved. I noticed that both women were very relaxed, and Mom had finally quit tugging her skirt down every time it rode up on her thighs. She was wearing a pleated, plaid skirt just like Millie's, I imagined the same one that had gotten Tim so fired up. The hem was resting about three inches above Mom's knees which were parted just enough to make me think about what was up there, beyond the shadows that prevented further inspection. "God, we should have brought chairs," Millie complained, stretching and arching her back. "I'll get the backseat out of the Rambler," I offered, struggling unsteadily to my feet. Mom ...