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The Rambler part 3

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

the road. "Mom thought that was real hot. Her voice got really hoarse when she told me about it. I knew then she was going to let me do it to her. I was going to trade seats with you last time but when I got into the car after getting back from the concession, Mom was already hot to trot." Tim turned to face me again. "I don't know how much wine they had before they met up with us but when the movie started, I put my hand between Mom's legs as soon as I kissed her and she grabbed me by the wrist and yanked my hand right up." Tim dropped his right hand from the wheel, between his legs, then yanked it back hard to cup his crotch. "Like that," he laughed, thrusting his hips forward into his hand, mimicking how eagerly his mother had rubbed him that night. Tim's face muscles slowly relaxed until I couldn't tell what he was thinking about. His hand lifted to take the wheel again. Then he started speaking. "It was the pleated skirt," he said, returning to where he had started. "The same one that started it all." I nodded, silently urging him on. "I had stopped helping her with the dishes, you know, not because I didn't want to but she kept sending me out of the kitchen every time I tried. So I quit." Tim paused. "I was watching TV with Dad when she came downstairs. She'd gone upstairs right after dinner," he explained, "but she came down about half an hour later and went straight to the kitchen. I thought nothing of it except for this funny look she gave me as she walked by. It ... was weird. I was watching the show but I kept thinking about that look, and one time when I played it over in my head, I realized she was wearing that same skirt." Tim laughed again, looking over at me. "Man, I gotta tell ya, that gave me an instant woodie. I couldn't very well sit next to Dad with a big bone on for Mom, so I got up and went into the kitchen." "She was doing the dishes already, but differently than usual. Slower, almost like she'd been waiting for me to come help and she didn't want to get too far ahead. She was wearing a summer blouse, the kind with no sleeves and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, the way it jiggled when she scrubbed something. She does that in the summer sometimes, you know, not wearing a bra. But only at home, and never when Dad's home," he mused. Tim shook his head. "Anyway," he said, "I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and she wasn't wearing pantyhose. She was barefoot. No slippers or anything. It was kinda primal, man." He certainly had my attention. "So I walked up behind her, slow like. Something told me not to rush, but I felt more sure of myself than I had in weeks. I just stood behind her. I didn't even get a dish towel. I just watched those pleats swishing behind her bum as she scrubbed away. She turned and smiled at me once but went back to the dishes right away. After a minute, she asked me what I was doing." "Nothing," I told her. "Aren't you going to help?" she asked me. "No," I said. "Then what are you doing back ...