The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... relationship between mother and son. 'Remember weekend sleep-ins?' She added, and my routine of climbing into her bed early in the mornings when Dad had gone to play golf, sometimes sleeping, sometimes wrestling... always loving, came back to me. 'I loved all of it,' she admitted as I nodded. 'It's only now that you're back, have I realized how much I'd missed it.'

Her sincere disclosure stirred me, and I wanted to admit I felt the same. Right then, the very thought of reenacting our weekend sleep-ins, something that had my cock pulsing in my shorts.

'Mom I...' I contemplated revealing my lust, to move in and kiss her on the lips. '...I missed it too,' I settled on owning up to only some of my emotions, and though nothing of the passion I harbored, it brought a satisfied smile to her face.

'I just wanted to say...' she paused and for a moment I stupidly thought she was about to confess her own incestuous desires. 'It's so good to have you back, Ollie,' she sighed, tears in her eyes, and then I did go to her, an arm affectionately around her shoulder as we headed toward the front door.

'It's good to be home,' I kissed the side of her head as we headed inside. 'Come on. Loser makes dinner,' I volunteered to her clear delight, and as I thought of her hand upon my cock, her semi-striptease, especially for me. I wondered who really had been the winner that day!

*

'So... Netflix and chill?' Mom slumped back on the couch beside me, settling into a relaxed yet ...

... overtly sexual position and I snorted on the sip of cola I'd just taken.

'What!?' I laughed, not allowing my eyes to dwell on her crotch. Remaining in her activewear playsuit, with one foot raised onto the couch and legs well spread, the bulge of her pussy dominated my vision, the clearly defined lines of her vulva almost demanding I pay it attention, not to mention the obvious slick of moisture darkening the length of cameltoe. Sweat, I told myself when I'd first spied it in the kitchen, now, as it tempted my lecherous gaze, I wondered differently.

'What?' Mom looked back seemingly bewildered at my reaction.

'I mean, we're not...' I could feel my face flushing.

'What?' She was seriously naive as to what she'd said, and I couldn't bring myself to explain it. 'Aren't we chillin'?' She made what I assumed she thought was some kind of gang sign with her hand and I just smirked and shook my head. 'What? Isn't that what you young ones say?' She smiled as she scrolled through the countless offerings with the remote.

'Maybe just Google it,' I tried to change the subject as I watched her navigate the streaming service, seeing Back to the Future pass by, Mom also noting its presence.

'That was your favorite movie when you were little,' she commented as it left the screen and I immediately thought of the near incest between Marty and his mother, an awkward and funny scenario then, now, a situation that had my cock twitching.

'We can watch that!' I was quick to propose. ...