The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... on the headlights so you could play at night,' Mom reminisced, and the memory formed, recalling her watching from a chair on the lawn as Dad and I shot baskets long after the sun had descended.

'You know, he admitted I got my brains from you,' I divulged, and Mom spontaneously laughed.

'Ok!?' She looked at me quizzically as she accepted a pass, my shot having bounced off the backboard.

'I mean, it wasn't just bad stuff he'd say about you,' I tried to elaborate.

'Oh, great,' she sarcastically replied, smiling as she began to dribble, her bounces way too high allowing me to take back the ball as she tried to charge toward the ring. 'Aw, not taking it easy on me!'

'We're all adults here,' I laughed, stepping back to take a three-pointer and proudly finding nothing but net. Mom retrieved the ball and nodding, threw it back to me with a little more force.

'Ok Mister, so sounds like all's fair,' she posited, and I shrugged.

'Blame the game. Not the player,' I smirked and preparing to take another shot, was caught off guard by her exuberant defense, first raising her arms before reaching in to attempt to grab the ball from me. I lifted it higher in response and instead, she focused her attention on me, dropping a hand to grab me square upon the crotch, momentarily grasping a palmful of cock and balls.

Mortified and rightfully distracted, I lost control of the basketball and Mom was quick to take advantage of the situation, clutching at the ball before turning ...

... and making a shot at the rim, her effort, successful.

'What the hell was...' I began to question before she turned and smirked back at me.

'Hey. Blame the game. Not the player,' she quoted back to me, and I couldn't help but grin at her audacity.

'That was surely a foul,' I retrieved the ball and bounced before throwing it back at her.

'My court. My rules,' she laughed, and I wanted to do more than merely kiss her as before. I wanted to hold her, press my cock into her groin and confess my lust. Let my hands explore her body as our lips connected. 'Next score wins!?' She declared as once more she tried to dribble past me toward the ring and I clumsily (on purpose) defended, reaching in to take the ball and in the process blocking with my body, our bodies pressing together as she aimed at the ring, the ball missing everything.

'Charging!' I accused, my arms around her as if holding myself up for balance, delighting in the softness of her flesh, the warmth of her skin. 'My free throw,' I added and belatedly released her as she giggled, allowing her to walk to where the ball had rolled against the garage. I watched as she looked back over her shoulder at me as if making sure I was looking before she leaned forward at the waist to reach down for the ball. The action was overtly sexual, her legs spread wide and her ass pressing out of the booty shorts. The lump of her pussy was clearly visible and as she took hold of the ball and straightened, she twisted her torso ...