The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... when I entered a quiet house, still exuberant from the night, I debated going to her room and entering her bed.

A good hard look at myself in the bathroom mirror had me questioning that proposition. I smelled of beer and cigarettes for starters (probably not appealing) and as I looked into my own eyes, doubts began to arise about the actuality of our attraction. Had she shown me much more affection than in a normal mother/son relationship? Ten years apart, I wasn't sure how far the interactions between a loving maternal parent and child went. Maybe it was natural to touch your mom's boob. Did all mothers flash their breasts and have no qualms with touching their son's cock? Was I reading way too much into her casual near nudity and willingness to discuss the outcomes of my masturbation? I began to blush, thinking I'd almost made the worst decision of my life. She wasn't coming on to me. She was my mother for God's sake. She just loved me. One more day I had before I started university. Life would drastically change for me, and I'd lose the bizarre and admittedly dangerous attraction I'd developed over the past week. I left the bathroom and went straight to my room, closing the door on the unhealthy temptation of the taboo. Sleep would put an end to all the nonsense.

*

The light of the early morning saw me visiting the bathroom and making my way to the kitchen for a drink of water. Still way too early to be up and about, I took my tall glass back to my bedroom, ...

... noticing Mom's door was ajar, not how it'd been when I arrived home. My intention had nothing to do with incest. Honestly, I had believed my sermon upon bedtime had worked, and sleep had indeed cleansed me of the aberrant thoughts and cycle of dangerous behavior. Merely curious to discover if she was awake, share my night, and inquire about her own, I bypassed my room and found myself outside her door.

Shrouded sunlight was attempting to fill the space within, and I used my free hand to tap lightly on the door, the incidental touch causing it to swing slowly inward, creaking on its hinges. The sound caused the sheets on the bed to stir and as more of the room was made available to my eyes, the rest of the bed came into view, Mom rousing and turning to look in my direction.

'Sorry, didn't know you were still sleeping,' I winced and clearly dazed, Mom slapped a hand onto her face to rub her eyes, pulling her hair back from across her forehead.

'No, I'm awake,' she squinted at me over her shoulder. 'Is that water?'

I looked down at the glass, almost having forgotten its presence, the sight of her bare back and arms having taken me back to a place I thought sleep had abandoned.

'Um, yeah. You want a drink?'

'Mmm,' she nodded as she rolled, I noticed making sure the sheet stayed high up on her chest as she settled back on the pillows.

It was the first time I'd been in her room since I'd come home. Ten years and the memory of our early morning sleep-ins came flooding ...