The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... she held the bikini up to me, her fingers clear to see through the sheer gold fibers.

'Is it the one?' I questioned, knowing full well it was the original her bikini was based on.

'Yes!' she exclaimed. 'But you shouldn't have. I mean it's too expensive... Can I go and put it on?' She excitedly changed her tune and admittedly I hadn't expected her to be so enthusiastic, her desire to wear it immediately, was a better outcome than I'd envisaged.

'I mean, why not!' I tried to remain nonchalant, the day cooler than previous, not expecting to see it in action, so to speak, any time soon.

'Give me a minute,' she exuberantly hurried toward her bedroom, and I set about making us a coffee in the meantime, hoping for, but not fully expecting a fashion show on her return.

I didn't have to wait long.

'Ollie, I love it,' she declared as she hurried unashamedly back into the kitchen. 'You can tell the difference. It even feels better.'

It looked better too. But I think that had more to do with the wearer.

'What do you think?' Mom turned to present her rear to me, once more the limited string disappearing between her glorious globes. 'Yes, I know it's a bit, well... revealing. But I mean it's ok to wear around here, isn't it? It's so comfy. It's like I'm not even wearing anything. I guess that's the quality that you're paying for!'

She was gushing and her enthusiasm brought a smile to my face. It felt like she wasn't wearing anything because indeed it also ...

... looked like it. Yes, her boobs and pussy were covered by the thinnest gold material, but it was also entirely see-through, and given license to ogle her sex, I didn't waste the opportunity.

'You're not saying anything!' She remarked. 'Is that a bad sign?' Her face began to redden. 'I mean everyone wears stuff like this nowadays, don't they?'

'Sure!' I blurted out, encouraging her. 'No, you look good Mom. It... it suits you,' I admitted and marveled at how unselfconscious she appeared to be to essentially present herself naked before her son.

'Thank you,' she gave a coy smile. 'Come here you,' she giggled and moved in to initiate an embrace, her breasts hard against my chest, my hands on her back to gently caress the warmth of her naked skin. I began to stiffen and though loathe to lose the connection, thanked God when she pulled out of the welcome affection.

'You're welcome,' I breathed. 'I can't make up for what's happened...' I attempted to say before she cut me off.

'Let's not,' she shook her head. 'It's a new beginning Honey. We don't need to go back,' she smiled before pausing and changing the subject. 'Now, I don't have to take it off yet do I? I could wear this all day!'

She didn't wear it for the rest of the day, but we did sit in the living room drinking our coffees together, and if she noticed the hard-on in my jeans the entire time, she didn't let on. Subtle movement would see a nipple slip out of its bonds and whether it was a show or not, she seemed ...