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The Rambler part 1

Date: 10/23/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: rgough, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

her back instead of around her neck like before. My face closed on hers and she closed her eyes, lifting her mouth towards mine. It was only seconds before my tongue slid inside her mouth. She sucked me in. A minute later, in the middle of an urgent kiss, I put my hand on her leg and slid it up until it slipped under her skirt. Mom offered no protest, despite the fact that it was no longer on the outside of her leg but on top of her thigh with my thumb trailing down between her legs, grazing the soft part of her inner leg where the muscle thickens. Would she have been so accepting if she hadn't noticed Tim's hand between his mother's legs? I kissed Mom for a long time, not daring to move my hand, afraid to call attention to its new position. Eventually, since she had shown no indication that she was aware of any difference, I let my thumb slowly slide back and forth, gently caressing the inside of her upper leg. Mom didn't object. If anything, our kissing intensified. Slowly, I tried to push my hand deeper under Mom's skirt, dragging my grazing thumb higher until I was scr****g up and down on the inside of her upper thigh. I was so far under her skirt, I should have been scr****g the inside of both thighs but I wasn't. I realized with titillating surprise that Mom must have opened her legs more in response to my caress. My cock, already very hard, stiffened even more, straightening through the leg of my underwear and stretching down inside my jeans. Several more minutes of ... seriously long snogs and my hand reached the bend in Mom's leg that signaled my progression onto her hip. I continued to push, my thumb grazing warmer and softer, slightly damp flesh. Our breathing was rapid, shallow and ragged, our chests heaving together, but Mom displayed no signals that she wanted me to stop. And then, the tip of my thumb, on a downward slide, sc****d down the front of Mom's panties. I felt her tense up and when I dragged my thumb up, exerting sufficient pressure to push a wave of panty ahead of my thumbnail, Mom pulled her lips away from mine. "Ricky, no," she whispered, much more quietly than the frantic whispers we continued to hear from the backseat. There was no question only I could hear her quiet protest. I liked the way Mom was more private than her friend. "They won't know," I whispered hoarsely into Mom's ear, even more quietly than she, as if that were the only concern. Before she could answer, I swept my thumb through its downward arc, making sure the tip rubbed down the front of her panties, trying to find the center groove. "Shhhhhh," I whispered, pressing my lips to hers. My thumb made several more return trips while I applied the gentlest, most seductive and nonthreatening kiss I could muster. When the kiss broke, Mom protested quietly again, "Ricky, no." I kept moving my thumb, slowly up and down, now in the groove. "Shhhhhhh," I whispered, raining several quick and fluttery kisses on her lips, sliding the tip of my tongue along the breadth ...