-
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 ...