The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... you keep this up,' she sighed, and I was almost delirious with lust and uncertainty. Minutes passed, and with my left hand feeling redundant, I casually lifted it from the couch beside me to rest upon her hip, the action going seemingly unnoticed what with my fingers massaging her scalp, combing her hair, and caressing her flesh. I needed more. So intimate was our connection that I felt we were bordering on incest, at least open to ever-increasing affection, and with her sleepy malleability, I risked it all on a roll of the dice.

'Mom,' I barely whispered and surprisingly she immediately answered with a subtle "yes?" 'Remember the other night at that house, by the pool,' I elaborated, and she moaned with recollection. My dick twitched against the side of her hand, once again moving the cushion beneath her head. 'Remember you let me...' I struggled to voice the words, my eyes on the curve of the side of her breast. 'Remember I touched your...' I couldn't bring myself to say it.

'My boob Baby?' She lazily sighed, my cock twitching.

'Yeah,' I stroked my fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp. 'How funny was that!?' I let out a quiet scoff.

'You want to touch it again, Honey?' She breathed, seemingly understanding exactly my intent.

'What? No!' I chuckled, softly caressing her hip as well as her head.

'It's ok Baby,' she purred, unfortunately slipping her hand from beneath the cushion but remarkably moving it to my own and dragging it up to her breast. ...

... 'I don't mind,' she exhaled as she released me, leaving my palm cupping the weight of her left tit.

My head swam as I held her, cautiously beginning to massage the soft flesh through the Lycra, mimicking the action of my other hand as it caressed her scalp. Once more she slid her hand up under the cushion to cup her head, again coming to rest against my swollen cock, granite-like and constantly pulsing.

'Mmm,' she let out another soft sigh, her eyes closed, her face beautiful in the soft light from the television screen. 'I missed couch cuddles,' she languidly admitted, noticing her arm moving between her upper thighs. Was she? Were we? Was it happening? I asked myself as I found her erect nipple, managing to tease it between two fingers as I pushed hard against her head, pressing her weight down against my hard-on. 'So loving,' she whimpered. 'Such a good boy.'

But as I came, I didn't feel like a "good boy"!

It wasn't on purpose and its suddenness came as a shocking surprise. Pulsing over and over, I managed to hold in my gasps as I emptied into my shorts. The dampness was immediately noticeable as I felt the immeasurable amount of warm cum spread around my pelvis. Seemingly unaware of the development, and quite possibly asleep, Mom remained upon me, her hips ever so subtly grinding against her wrist as my orgasm began to subside. And then shame and embarrassment took over. Who cums in their pants? On a couch with their mother, no less!? My dick remained hard but ...