The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... the semen quickly cooling, I had to get the hell out of there. What if this was real? What if our "couch cuddle" was a step on the way to actual incest between us? What if she made to take my cock out of my pants and found me spoiled? My face blushing, I lifted my hand from her breast and immediately Mom opened her eyes, turning her head.

'What is it, Honey?' She looked up at me and I made to move beneath her.

'Nothing,' I quickly reassured her. 'Just... I think I might go to bed. Have to work tomorrow remember,' I elaborated.

'Oh,' she seemed genuinely disappointed but thankfully removed her hand from where it abutted my cock and lifted her head from the cushion. 'If you're tired,' she sat up completely, and with her momentarily looking away I made sure my cum hadn't seeped through my shorts before I placed the cushion back against the couch.

'Yeah,' I faked a yawn. 'Pretty sleepy,' I quickly rose from the couch and relieved at there not being a wet patch, kept the lingering bulge out of her sight nonetheless as I made my way from the room in shame.

'Well, will I see you in the morning?' Mom called as I hurried down the hall.

'Maybe, gotta leave pretty early. Goodnight,' I cried as I closed my bedroom door behind me and sank onto the bed in ignominy, the stain beginning to appear through my shorts. 'That can never happen again!' I softly spoke to the room.

*

I hadn't worked as hard in... never. And Mom noticed my discomfort as I stretched my back ...

... on the couch late afternoon. The same couch it had all happened upon the night before.

'Sore back?' She winced; her hair tied back in a severe ponytail, a floral summer dress rising above knee height. In her arms was the loaded laundry hamper and I smiled at her concern as she looked on.

'Not too bad,' I dismissed my legitimate aches and pains, and she was quick to change the subject.

'Well, I'm doing laundry if you have anything,' she offered, and immediately, thinking of my shorts from last night and the incident the week before, I began to blush.

'Ah nope,' I turned my face from her yet clearly heard her huff.

'Oh Ollie, seriously!?' She countered and I belatedly turned back to look at her.

'What?' I questioned, feeling my face burning.

'Well, you're not still worried about... that. Are you!? It was a week ago.'

'Mom,' I tried to dismiss her, focusing on the television and hoping she'd leave it alone.

'I told you it was no big deal,' she seemingly wouldn't let up and placed the hamper down on the armchair before her. 'Look. I'll make us even,' she said, and I was forced to look back in her direction as amazingly, she ran her hands up underneath her dress.

With my eyes upon her, I watched as my mother took hold of her panties and lowered them down her legs, stepping out of them to stand straight once more before me.

'Here,' she stated. 'I've had these on all day,' she proudly proclaimed as she tossed the white satin briefs towards me and ...