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The Rambler part 4

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

pointed the Rambler toward the valley below us, a small quaint farm in the distance. It was very picturesque. I started to get out so we could have our picnic on the knoll behind us but Tom suggested we stay in the car and enjoy the view without the bugs. So we did. As we ate and drank our wine - from plastic beaker, such class - I waited for Tom's plea to revisit our new relationship. I girded myself, resolving to stand fast, but the assault never came. We finished our sandwiches and fruit, and then the bottle of wine. Tom pulled the second bottle out of the basket. Against my better judgement, I let him open it after he promised we would stay put for a couple of hours at least to enjoy the splendid scenery. How often did we get to spend a relaxing afternoon in such a beautiful place, he asked? I was very relaxed, even a little tipsy, when Tom made his move. He lowered the back of his seat and urged me to do the same, so we could have a little nap and let the effects of the wine melt away. I declined, saying I was quite comfortable the way I was but after a few minutes, I found it awkward sitting upright while Tom reclined next to me, so I relented and set my seat back to his level, lying almost flat. The back of the Rambler's front seat reclined all the way until it was resting on top of the back seat, creating a makeshift bed that was almost but not quite flat. Expecting Tom to make a move, I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation. "Not sl**py?" Tom asked. "No," ... I replied quickly, nerves to jumpy, not enjoying the prospect of a fight with my son. I wished it hadn't been such a nice day. It was too warm to wear a coat, so here I was wearing a sleeveless summer dress and sandals with nothing underneath but bra and panties. At least my dress was modestly cut in front, showing the tops of my breasts but that's all, and the loose skirt fell almost to my knees. Actually, I looked like a mom. "Want to read a little, then?" Tom asked. That caught me off guard. "Read?" "Yeah. I have one of the diaries with me." A tingle raced down my spine and dissipated slowly through my pelvis. "I don't think so, Tom. I've read Millie's stories. I wouldn't mind reading them again one day, but by myself." Tom took a long sip of his wine, craning his head up to avoid spilling. "Suit yourself," he said. Minutes passed until my curiosity finally got the better of me. "Do you have one I haven't read?" "Of Millie's? No you read all of them." "I didn't quite finish it," I said. "I'll give it back to you, if you want." "Ok." Tom craned his neck and finished his wine, tossing the empty beaker behind him. Clasping his fingers behind his head, he sighed, sounding very relaxed. I was perplexed. My son wasn't going to cause a scene, taking the news about the end of our special relationship calmly, as if he was already resigned to it, or more accurately, that he wasn't bothered by it. I felt a weird twinge, one I hadn't felt since I was a young teenager during my first ...