1. The Kindness of Strangers


    Date: 8/22/2024, Categories: Incest/Taboo, Author: bysunburycd, Source: Literotica 

    ... state of my shorts and felt my face blush, quick to change the subject.

'Laundry huh! Sounds like you've got a big day planned!' I joked and immediately regretted it. She HAD invited me to spend the day with her, AND I was taking her car. Who was I to mock her lack of activity?

'Actually, the weather being so nice, I think I'll get some sunbathing in,' she revealed, and I suddenly had the urge to abandon my plans and stay home with her instead. The possibility of seeing even more of her body than I already remarkably had!

It was then reality quickly kicked in. What would be the point? Where did I think it would take me? Nothing was going to happen between us. It couldn't, I reiterated. No. I'd go on as planned. Orient myself with the university. Check out the on-campus accommodation. I had a meeting with student services early the next day regarding such, which all going well, I'd not have to spend many more nights under Mom's roof anyway. The incestuous temptation would be taken from me, and I could concentrate on my art and studies and forget about the sexual attraction. But as I again allowed my eyes to glance at the silhouette of her body through the nightie, I wondered if I now truly ever could.

*

Traffic in Los Angeles, even being a Sunday, was crazy. I discovered that San Andreas wasn't a carbon copy (if you know what I'm talking about) and found myself on the wrong street a couple of times, Google Maps helping me out of some pickles. The morning was ...
    ... spent roaming the campus and its surrounds; lunch, at a local eatery. The afternoon I'd set aside to spend at the L.A. County Museum of Art and potentially the La Brea Tar Pits if time permitting, but my focus was elsewhere. All day, thoughts of my mother had preoccupied my mind, and possibly guilt at not spending what available time we had together. In reality, it was just the curiosity about what was going on at her house, what she may or may not have been wearing, that had me cutting the day short and heading the car in the direction of home.

*

I arrived back to a quiet house and my initial impression had me thinking it empty before I noticed the movement of curtains from an open window, the unlocked screen door out to the small rear courtyard. I was in the process of heading out when I stopped myself, backing up and retreating to the safety of the window as I saw Mom indeed still in the act of sunbathing.

Normally you'd think there wouldn't be anything wrong with intruding upon the scene, Mom surely expecting me back at some stage, but there was nothing normal about her attire. Laying upon her front and with feet toward me, I took in the sight of my mother in a bikini. "So what?" You say. Well, this was no ordinary bikini! Spring break back in North Carolina hadn't even prepared me for what my nearly fifty-year-old mother hardly wore.

Her feet spread; I was given an unobscured view up between her legs, the sun shimmering off her lotion-smeared thighs, before I ...
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