The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... 'If there's nothing else, I mean,' thinking, hoping it could lead to something happening between us.

'Really!? Surely, we can find something new!' Mom responded and after a good fifteen minutes, we settled on an episode of Stranger Things, not the sexiest show we could've watched together but Karen Wheeler's swimsuit by the pool at least spiced things up.

Not that any added heat was needed. My position on the couch enabled me to admire my mother without compromise, her ass angled toward me, bare feet nearly touching my thigh. I was fixated on them, imagining sucking on her toes when she startled me with a question.

'Would you mind if I stretched out?'

'What?' I directed my eyes back onto the television.

'Well, you're actually in my spot!' She declared and I focused on her.

'What?'

'When I watch TV. I mean, when I was... before you came home,' she admitted.

'Oh. Sorry.'

'No, I don't mean it like that,' she laughed. 'Just, can I...' she picked up a cushion and crawled up along the couch. 'Can I rest my head on you?' She asked, almost pleadingly, and ever the gentleman, I readily agreed to her proposal, allowing her to place the cushion down on my thighs.

'This is just how it used to be,' Mom turned her head to look up at me, the weight of it and the cushion pressing down firmly on my groin. 'Remember you used to play with my hair?' She reminisced, smiling, and without pause, I lifted my hand to press upon her scalp, my fingers combing through her ...

... silken locks.

'Like this?' I whispered and she immediately sighed, turning her head back to watch the TV.

'Now everything's perfect,' she breathed and the intimacy of the moment, the pressure placed upon my cock, had it pulsing beneath the cushion.

With her lying on her side below me, I drifted my eyes along her body from head to toe and back. She had her hands tucked high between her thighs which caused her boobs to form the most impressive of cleavage, one nipple poking suggestively through the flesh-colored material. Each time my cock twitched with blood flow, I massaged harder on her scalp, hoping it'd mask the embarrassing consequences of our familial affection. Seriously doubting the effectiveness of my effort with the cushion itself moving with the power of my erection! If she was aware, she kept mum! The episode ended and another played. Mom softly, almost dreamily questioning if we should keep going, and not wishing any change in proceedings, happy to run my fingers through her hair all night, I agreed. A sigh came from her when I touched behind her ear and with my cock pushing up into the cushion, constantly pulsing, I ran my finger along its perimeter, gently stroking her delicate skin.

'Mmmm... goosebumps,' she sleepily purred and pulled one of her arms from between her thighs to show me before running her hand up my thigh and under the cushion. To support her head, I told myself but incredibly it came to rest nudging my hard-on. 'I'll fall asleep if ...