1. The Rambler part 3


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

    at me, walked away, slowing but not stopping as she reached down with one hand to tug her panties up, her briefly raised exposing a trickle of my cum running down the inside of her left leg. She was gone. A few minutes later I heard the front door close and just caught sight of Mom getting into the Rambler. She had changed her clothes. I guess the white knit dress had gotten wet. I called Tim to find out what he was up to. We made plans for him to come and pick me up. Nothing more detailed than that, just to drive around and kill some time. Maybe go to the lake. Just before he was about to hang up, I told him what had just happened. "I just fucked Mom," I burst out, in the middle of his sentence, unable to conceal the excited pride in my voice. "When?" he asked. "Just now, in the kitchen." "You're k**ding," he said. "No. By the sink. She got her dress all wet," I added, as if that was an important detail to mention. "Wow. So did I," Tim said. "This morning?" "Last night," he replied. "I'll tell you about it." He hung up. Driving down the sunny country road, listening to Simon & Garfunkel's Bridge Over Troubled Water, Tim told me about his i****tuous reunion with his mother in their own kitchen the previous evening. Like me, he hadn't been treated to the same nightly treats that had heralded our second drive-in adventure. Thus, my friend had built up an enormous sperm attack craving for release. "It was the skirt that did it," Tim said, finally letting me in on what had ...
    happened, now that we were safely ten miles out of town. "The skirt?" I said, leaning forward to turn the sound down, afraid of missing any part of the story. "Yeah, the skirt." Tim turned to look at me as I sat back in the seat, a broad grin on his face. Thankfully, he looked back and kept his eyes on the road as he told me what had happened, sometimes speaking so fast he could barely get his breath and sometimes stopping altogether until I prompted him for more. "It was just like with you. Mom seemed to be freaked after getting busted at the drive-in. I don't why. Neither she nor your mom were bothered on the way home, but by the next day, things had changed. I wasn't too bummed out until later in the week when it became clear she wasn't going to play anymore. I was really depressed that night." Tim turned to look at me again. "I thought I'd never get to shove it in her face the way you did that first night." He laughed at the shocked look that must have covered my face. "Yeah, man. After the first time, Mom told me about you almost climbing over the seat. She was afraid you were going to choke your mom." "We didn't think anyone saw," I said. "Mom did," Tim said. "She said you must have come on her face because you were fidgeting around so long after. She thought your mom was cleaning up because she saw you grab some napkins." Tim's prodded me for confirmation. Though I didn't say anything, my reddening face was answer enough. "I knew it," he cried, elated, turning back to watch ...
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