1. The Rambler part 3


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

    the thrust of her bottom was impossible to camouflage regardless of what device she used to constrain her cheeks. Her legs, already starting to tan, were shaped in perfect feminine contours, sleek without looking muscular. Her right ankle was adorned by a very fine gold bracelet, attesting to her advanced sense of fashion for the times. "Good morning, sl**pyhead," Mom greeted me. "Or, should I say afternoon." She glanced at the clock and added, "Almost." I shuffled across the floor, snagging the dish towel d****d over the oven handle, and turned to stand behind Mom, waiting for her to wash the first dish. I held back until she began, conscious of her reserved demeanor over the past few weeks. When she set the first glass in the rack, I stepped forward to retrieve it, wrapping it in the towel using both hands while I allowed my pajama tent to press lightly against the rough material of her knit dress. Mom didn't say anything until she placed the second glass in the rack while I was still drying the first. She sighed. "We really can't continue this, Ricky." Her hands were still, hidden in the sudsy sink. I leaned closer to her, flattening the top of my boner against her skirted bottom. "Why not?" I asked, adding a nearly imperceptible twist to lock my bending member into her rear end groove. Her breath caught for an instant before she spoke again. "Because we just can't, that's why." I didn't reply, instead giving my tingling cock a slightly more affirmative rock in her ...
    bottomly notch. "We almost got caught," Mom cried out. "Can you imagine what would have happened, how that would have spread around town?" Her voice was close to tears as her head hung down toward the sink. Unmoved, I continued to rock my cock deeper in her crack while she hunched over the sink. "And your father could have walked into this kitchen any time," she said, expressing a fear I didn't share. "You know what would have happened then." "He isn't here," I said, applying a slight forward thrust to emphasize my point. "Oh, Ricky," Mom said, exasperated, realizing she was talking to a teenage boy with a raging libido. I put the towel, still wrapped around the glass, in the rack. Hands free, I grasped her waist and pushed my cock more firmly into the soft flesh of her ass. "Ricky stop." Then she provided justification as if she needed to have a reason, "You'll crease my dress and I have to go out." Mom's voice was denying me but her hands sk**ded forward in the sink to counter my forward pressure, causing her behind to push harder against me as she bent over the sink. My hands slipped down to her hips and I pulled, burying my hard cock deeper in her dress. "Ricky, really. I have to go out," Mom protested louder but still offered no physical resistance. Using my fingers, I scratched at Mom's hips, inching her dress higher, and increased the pressure from my own hips which were now rutting rhythmically into her behind. An enormous thrill coursed through me as I sensed that I could ...
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