1. The Rambler part 3


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

    college. Darn! We also began that summer to have barbecues at each other's homes. The first one was at our place and still provides a searing set of memories for me today. Mom sent my dad and Tim's out to the barbecue to warm it up for at least ten minutes before putting the potatoes on and then to wait a half hour before following with the steaks. Ah, the danger-piqued joys of slowly slipping my hard tool in and out of a man's wife from behind while she held her summer dress with one hand over her hips for me so my hands were free to twist and tug her nipples, while she sipped on her drink, hidden behind the counter as she leaned on it and watched her husband standing by the barbecue. A slow, languid fuck ten steps from getting caught. Oh, and I should mention Mom's hand reaching around to cup and tickle my balls while the fingers of her other hand circled the base of my shaft, occasionally pulling me right out of Millie, teasing us both, before steering my cock back inside her friend. Mom would follow up by either slamming her pelvis into my ass or pressing me gently but firmly. I could never tell which was coming. Sometimes she kept me pressed in and others she pulled me back right away, sometimes all the way out as I mentioned above but usually only part way. She controlled us, governing the way I fucked Tim's mom. And if that wasn't delicious enough, she was always whispering in my ear, issuing conditional promises like, "If you tease her right, you can do it our ...
    special way tonight." I knew I'd "done it right" because the moms encouraged the dads to drink lots during and after dinner so mine wouldn't wake up to the loud moans and groans filling the house in tune with the movements of his son's cock in his wife's ass. As soon as Tim's parents left, Mom sent Dad upstairs to bed. "Rick can help me clean up, dear." He had no sooner disappeared than Millie knocked on the door, stepped inside and closed it, pushing her body hard on mine when she saw that Dad had already gone upstairs, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth for a long, fully entwined kiss. When Mom appeared behind us, issuing a "Umhmm," Millie broke off the kiss, laughed and whispered in my ear. "Tease the shit of her tonight. She deserves it." She left to drive her husband home, but not without a final grope. "Go check on your father," Mom instructed me, turning on her heel and walking toward the kitchen. I watched her go, hips swaying, each cheek taking its turn straining against the light material of her loosely skirted summer dress. Dad was planted face-first on the bed, shirt and sandals off but shorts only pulled part way down, exposing his middle-aged, hairy ass. It was a shock to think that Mom was only six years younger than him. I walked down the stairs, trying to go slowly so I could savor what was coming, but failing. Mom was standing in front of the side counter, where Millie had leaned earlier that evening with me and Mom behind her in a chain. She was still fully ...
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