1. The Rambler part 3


    Date: 3/14/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: rgough, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I wish I could say I had free access to Mom after that but I can't. There were a variety of reasons, I guess. First off, getting banned from the drive-in, though not a big deal in and of itself, was a very close call with shameful isolation in our community. While Tim and I didn't fully appreciate the significance of such a calamity, our mothers certainly did. Both of them were aloof in the following weeks. While I don't think either of our mothers were suffering from remorse they were nevertheless more cautious, making the next week at home a sexual drought for us. There was no sexual interplay while doing the dishes at home and Tim reported the same was true at his house. Mom even started lobbying Dad, without success, for one of those new-fangled dishwashers. Thank god there was no place to put one in our kitchen unless the counter with the stools was removed, something Dad wasn't about to do. Still, I interpreted this a not-so-hidden message from Mom. A trip to the drive-in was out of the question, given our banning, and there was no way we could go to the one in our town where friends of our parents might be encountered. So, if we couldn't do anything at home, what could we do? Tim suggested going to the next town west of us but he said his mom was cool to the idea when he mentioned it. School Grad superseded our sex woes and Tim and I were swept in the enthusiasm for a d***ken party out in the sticks. Despite our fame, neither of us had dates. At first, everyone ...
    thought we'd been dumped and didn't want to associated with second-rate stuff, and after that they assumed we'd be going with our college girls. We both actually did ask a couple of girls, who were already committed by the way, foolishly saying the college girls didn't want to go to a high school thing. We discovered that no girl wants to play second fiddle. Duh. Stuck without dates, both of us got hammered at Aftergrad. We went in Tim's car because Mom refused to let me take the Rambler. Just as well, since we were too d***k to get anywhere with the girls that showed up at the party, not that we didn't try, and we both got sick while passed out/sl**ping in the car. It took me most of the next week for my head to stop throbbing with Dad harping at me all along about getting a summer job to save money for college. Mom was silent on the issue. So it was late on a sunny, Thursday morning when I shuffled into the kitchen to catch Mom filling the sink and just starting the breakfast dishes. I stood in the kitchen doorway, yawning and scratching my ass, appreciating the way the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window washed over Mom's form. The tent in my pajamas didn't jump into existence instantaneously, it lurched into being as my lower brain awoke from its slumber more quickly than the cortex that supposedly controlled my behavior. Mom was wearing a knee-length, white knit dress protected by an apron. I could tell she was wearing a bra by the muted expression of her breasts but ...
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