The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... instinctively, I raised a hand to catch the delicate item. 'It's not a big deal,' she declared as she once more took up the laundry hamper and headed off through the kitchen.

Left alone, I sat in quiet mortification. 'What the fuck!?' I quietly questioned. The satin was warm in my hand and with the laundry door closing to give me complete privacy, I examined the offering further, unfurling the material to find the gusset damp, the expected discoloration of a woman's intimates. What did it mean? I wondered. Could I take this gift as just a normal part of a mother and son's relationship? Or was it strictly sexual? I rose from the couch and headed directly to my room, my cock swelling with every step. Once there I brought her panties up to my face and unashamedly inhaled. Breathing deep the scent of my mother. Drawing the wet material between my lips to taste the remnants of her sex. This is what she'd expected, was it not? What else did she think her son would do with her dirty panties? The panties she took off before me. That she willingly handed over without a second thought or hesitation.

My overwhelming desire was to use them. To wrap them around my engorged cock and cum, combining our fluids. To hand her panties back proudly and have her see the love coated upon them. My eyes looked to my bed and I thought of last night's soiled items tucked away beneath and I resisted my urge, instead retrieving my clothing and despite the erection tenting my pants, headed back ...

... out into the living area.

'Mom,' I tentatively said as I opened the laundry door to find her separating the colors, her panty-less ass in my direction before she turned to face me. 'I've got some more washing here,' I handed over my stained shorts and underwear, keeping her panties in my hand until she turned again to face me. 'And I suppose you want these back,' I held out her panties and she smiled.

'Only if you're finished with them!' She smirked and I once more felt myself blush.

'Mom!' I laughed as I backed out of the room, our relationship becoming more defined by the day. My confidence in something happening between us rising with seemingly every new interaction.

Incest wasn't something that only happened in movies, stories in print, and on the internet. Its roots were sprouting in my very household. Its buds were developing right before my eyes, and only time would see it grow into something indescribably and uniquely beautiful. I welcomed the future and all the possibilities it offered.

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Despite my self-proclamation that I was on the verge of fucking my mother, it didn't come as easy as I'd hoped. The night saw us on similar but branching paths; for me an invitation to a get-together with one of my new workmates; for Mom, an unavoidable gender reveal party with her bosses. I had no desire to spend any time away from her at that point, delaying my leaving the house until I'd seen what she'd intended to wear, my decision was rewarded when she left her ...