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The Rambler part 3

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

there?" she asked me. "Watching you," I said. "Watching me?" she asked me. "Yeah," I said. "I'm watching your skirt." "Timmy," she said. "What?" "Behave yourself," she said. "Your father's in the next room and his show hasn't started yet." "She meant he was still watching the news, waiting for his show to start," Tim explained. "So I didn't do anything, I just kept watching her. She turned around and saw me looking straight at her bum." "Timmy, stop it now. The news is almost over. He could come in any minute." "I kept looking at her and a few minutes later, he did come in. I picked up a towel as soon as I heard him get up and started drying the dishes. While he was getting a beer out of the fridge, I put a few clean dishes back into the sink. Mom stopped and looked at them but she didn't say anything. Dad said he was glad to see me helping Mom again and went back into the living room. A minute later, I heard his show start." "It was tense after he left. We both knew he wouldn't come back in while his show was on but I still didn't do anything. I just kept looking at Mom's bum, and she knew what I was doing. After a few minutes, I dropped the towel over the dishes in the rack. I could tell Mom thought I was going to touch her ass because her shoulders went all tense like she was expecting me to." "You didn't," I said, thinking that was exactly what he was going to do. "No," Tim said. "Then ..." "I just watched for another minute," he cut me off. "I was going to touch her, but ... it felt really cool watching her knowing she was expecting me to, but not doing it. She was breathing real quiet like, in short breaths, almost like she was scared." "So you didn't touch her?" "Not right away," Tim said. "I took my thing out." "You what," I cried incredulously. "I undid my jeans and took my cock out," he said, laughing. "What happened?" "Nothing at first. She heard me. I could see her head start to turn a bit and then stop." "What are you doing, Timmy?" "Nothing." "I heard something," she said. "I'm just looking at your ass," I said. "Quiet down. Your father's in the living room!" she whispered harshly. "I know," I answered. "Let me see it." "What?" "Your ass." "She glanced back at me then but quickly looked away." "Put that away," she hissed. "Show me." "No. Do up your pants, right now!" "Not until you show me." "She wasn't going to do it," Tim said. "I was standing there, swaying on my feet, jeans open and zipper down with my cock hanging out. I was starting to feel a little foolish when Mom's hands lifted out of the sink and reached down outside of her skirt, one by each thigh." Tim suddenly swerved off the road, scaring the shit out of me. But he was just pulling into a pull-off. Not a viewpoint or anything. It was too minor a road for that. He stopped the car and shut off the engine. I looked intently into his eyes, waiting. "She pulled her skirt up real slow," he said, "like she was unveiling something special. She went so slow I could hear her breathe ...