The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... first to look behind as if allowing me more time to feast on her rear.

'Make the most of it,' Mom grinned as she headed back toward me, passing me the ball.

'What?' I questioned.

'The shot silly,' she furrowed her brows, still smiling.

'Oh, I will,' I felt my face flush, thinking she'd meant my perving on her ass. 'This to win it.' I bounced a couple of times preparing to make the free-throw. Mom moved directly in line with the ring, and I managed to lift my eyes from her to focus on the task, bouncing again to ready myself.

'This to win it,' she again quoted me as I was about to release.

'Mom!' I smiled.

'Sorry. No pressure,' she grinned, and I once more took a bounce before raising the ball.

It was about to leave my fingertips when it happened. My eyes squarely aimed at the ring, my body one with the ball, and all my focus upon making the basket. Nothing could've distracted me save for my mother's actions.

'Don't miss it!' She called at the very last second and under my gaze, lifted her hands to the straps of her playsuit and deftly pulled it down to reveal her bare breasts.

'Jeesus!' I gasped as I took the shot, my eyes dropping to stare directly at her boobs, and her wickedly smiling face above before she swiftly covered them back up, her eyes following the trajectory of the ball as it bounced off the backboard and rolled away along the drive. 'What the hell!?'

'What?' She seemed oblivious as she ran past me to claim possession, jogging ...

... back before once again awkwardly dribbling her way to the rim where she managed an easy layup. 'I win!' She turned, arms raised above her head in the victory celebration, her face beaming, the high beams on her chest equally as bright, her nipples harder and more pronounced than previous.

'Mom!?' I questioned.

'What?' She repeated, bouncing the ball with two hands before herself.

'What!?' I quoted her. 'You just... I mean you...' I couldn't form the words.

'Oh, it's not a big deal,' she finally understood my concern.

'You just flashed your boobs!' I managed. 'In public!' I added.

'Not really. There's no one around,' she argued, and I looked around to admit she had a point.

'Ah, I'm here,' I countered, and she smiled at me pityingly.

'Oh Honey, you're my son! There's no harm in you seeing my breasts!'

The words hung in the air, her eyes searching mine and I wanted to ask to see them again. To not stop there. To see all of her. To be naked together. In each other's arms. In her bed. But of course, the words wouldn't come, and it was Mom who broke the sudden awkward silence.

'This is what I've missed,' She confessed and admittedly for a moment I thought she was only talking about her flashing.

'What?' I requested her pass the ball.

'Just us spending time together. Doing normal mom/son stuff. Remember couch cuddles?' She reminisced and the memory of us simply watching television together at night came flooding back. The intimacy of that special ...