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The Rambler part 4

Date: 4/18/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: rgough, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

Tom smiled, closing the book and pushing the hand that held it under the covers. "I mean it. I'm not playing around, Tom." "I am." "I want to read it, by myself, tomorrow." "No way, Mom." "Yes." I kneeled on the side of Tom's bed and tried to get my hand under the covers, succeeding easily but several minutes of struggling proved that I wouldn't be able to pry the book from Tom's grip. Flushed and panting from my efforts, I twisted around and sat on Tom's bed. Tom sat up and began fluffing his pillows, setting them vertically against the headboard before leaning back, sitting up, watching me. I ignored him, concentrating on catching my breath, wondering how I could get the book away from him. Tom pulled up on his covers, trying to pull them open but couldn't because I was sitting on them. "C'mon Mom. Let's read a little tonight," my son said, his voice pacifying. I shook my head. "C'mon Mom. You know you want to. I'll let you read the rest tomorrow by yourself if you do." Tom tugged on the covers and, after a moment, I lifted my weight, allowing him to pull them back. I twisted my back toward him, lifting my feet onto his bed and slipping them beneath his covers. "Just for a few minutes?" "Yeah," Tom replied. "You won't get carried away like this afternoon?" I asked for his self-control, privately doubting my own. "No way," Tom replied, handing the book to me. I opened the book and, as I sucked up the first two sentences, Tom's hands pinched my neck, a gentle massaging ... assurance, then caressed my shoulder and outer arms, pushing the ribbon straps of my nightgown off my shoulders, then down and over my elbows. "No funny business, Tom," I said, leaning back into the pillows. "I know," my son acknowledged as I settled into the book, not missing a word as I passed the book from one hand to the other, facilitating his removal of my arms from the straps of my nightgown. I was deep into the next part of Millie's story but I still felt the rustle and then a thrill as my son tugged the loose front of my nightgown down and away, freeing my breasts. They were already taut, nipples hard, trembling before his gaze. I lifted the book higher, the better for him to see. I turned the page and began reading Millie's description of her conversation with Rick's mom as she twisted around in the Rambler to talk while her son obviously fingered her from behind. Tom's hand closed over my left tit and squeezed my nipple, released it for a moment, rolled it between his fingers, then tugged it upward, lifting my breast from my chest. He let it fall, then started rolling, squeezing and tugging. I was about to say something when Tom's mouth enveloped my right nipple and sucked it long and hard. I decided to keep reading. I'd already let him do this before. What harm could it do? I let my hand caress the back of his head, my fingers toying with his hair as I concentrated on what Millie had to say. He fucked her! He fucked her! He took her from behind. Oh god. Tom's fingers ...