The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... embarrassed by the malfunctions when they occurred.

'Whoops,' she giggled. 'I guess now there's a man around the house, I should probably be more careful.' 'Hah, I don't mind,' I hastily admitted, resting my empty mug on my cock, grinding it into myself.

'Thank you. You don't know how happy that makes me Ollie. I want things to be just like they were, before... you know.'

'Yeah, I know,' and despite her saying we didn't need to dwell on the past, I felt the guilt of walking out on her all those years ago. 'I'm sorry,' I found her eyes and she winced with compassion.

'Oh Honey, don't,' she unexpectedly rose and came to the couch I sat on, climbing up beside me and coming to rest sitting on her knees. 'We're good now. That's all that matters to me,' she confessed and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, so close to my mouth it could've been considered lips. 'Now. If I'm not mistaken, your favorite meal is still spaghetti,' she leaned back, a nipple having escaped once more and doing little to remedy the problem. 'So, to thank you for this...' she looked down at her swimsuit, noticing the exposed boob. '...Oops,' she rolled her eyes while smiling as she tucked it back into position. 'I'd better get started cooking.'

I devoured her ass as she walked away, her bare buttocks almost seductively swaying and for a moment I thought she'd prepare the dinner in the bikini before she headed for her bedroom.

'I suppose I should change!' she giggled, more to herself, and ...

... her playfulness left me smiling, hard, and aching at the futility of a desire that could go nowhere.

*

Not needing to seek accommodation left me with spare time in the days leading up to orientation week and I used it productively. I managed to visit the LACMA and adjacent Tar Pits as I'd planned, seeing and familiarizing myself with Los Angeles in the process. I took in a movie and managed to meet up with Mom on a couple of occasions for lunch, my shout, which was satisfying despite the fact it was ultimately her money to begin with.

That realization led me to search the employment apps and by Thursday I'd organized part-time work with a local garden maintenance crew that could secure me weekend hours primarily, which would be ideal not knowing my university schedule at the time.

My bedroom, I redecorated. Finding room in the garage for the boxes of all my old but still valuable possessions before passing them on to charity. The process took longer than expected as I delved through memories of my childhood. And so it was, by late Thursday afternoon I found myself organized, housed, and employed, and with Mom still not expected home for an hour or so, the house to myself.

The devil will find work for idle hands.

Little had I found in the previous few days to excite me incestuously toward my mother. This had been a conscious decision. What was the point in harboring a desire for an unobtainable woman? Especially when I spied (on multiple occasions) the quality ...