The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... concentrated first on tucking away my dick, squatting down to hide the bulge before beginning to clean up the mess. Not a moment too soon as I heard the screen door behind me open and what was a relieved sigh from my mother.

'Oh, thank God it's only you,' she laughed. 'I thought it was a burglar!'

'Nah, just me,' I confessed picking up the vase, broken into three pieces. 'Sorry. Broke your vase,' I revealed, turning with the remains to look up at her. The towel she'd been laying upon in her hand, she stood not three feet from me and with my head level with her groin, it took all my willpower to drag my eyes further up her body.

'That thing,' she dismissed my clumsiness with a wave of her free hand. 'I've broken it myself before. It's already been glued together. It was just from a thrift store anyway.'

'Oh, ok,' I risked standing, hoping she'd not notice my still erect penis. 'Well, I think I can salvage it again. If you've still got the glue.'

'Should be some in the garage,' her eyes drifted to the table I'd run into, its proximity to the window. 'You're back early,' she looked once more at me, and I was able to avoid being caught glancing at her boobs. Now so close, the swimsuit was (if possible) even smaller than I'd first perceived, covering little more than nipples and vulva, and now being worn inside the house, so out of place, it was even more stimulating, my cock pulsing inside my jeans. 'What is it!?' She gave a slight smile and glanced down at her ...

... chest, and I realized my lechery hadn't been so inconspicuous. 'Oh, you noticed right!?' She cryptically challenged.

'Huh?' I replied.

'The bikini!' She alluded and I felt my face begin to blush.

'I... ah,' I mumbled.

'You're right, it's a dupe!' She added and I was just as confused. 'Ordered it off Ali Express. Obviously, I couldn't afford the original. It's a knockoff!'

She must have seen the puzzlement on my face, and she expounded.

'You know, Wet Waves. It's a Lauren Brooks original. Well, a copy of,' she admitted and to my disappointment, wrapped the towel around her waist removing some of the temptation.

'Oh, ok,' I found myself mumbling, the name Wet Waves meaning something having seen them on the Home Shopping channel. 'So anyway, I guess I'll go take care of this,' I held up the vase and tore my eyes from my mother, seeing her bite her lip as she once more looked at the table followed by the window out to the back yard.

I was nearing the exit from the kitchen to the garage and about to make my escape from the situation when she called out to me.

'Oh, so I left a box of tissues in your room!' She revealed and I stopped and looked back at her, a little bemused.

'Ok!' I shook my head.

'I did your laundry,' she added, and I immediately felt sick.

'What?'

'Well, you forgot to put it out this morning. I found it under your bed,' she smiled. 'You haven't changed,' she giggled, and I could feel my face burning as I thought of the state of ...