The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... and snuggled into the pillow, a broad contented grin on her face.

'What?' I returned the smile, allowing my peripheral vision to take it her accentuated cleavage, the lace on the front of her slip doing little to conceal the pink of her nipples. It began. The boxers I wore I knew well, and that my growing erection managed to slip out of the fly wasn't surprising. That I was so unconcerned about its presence, despite the risk of discovery, was what at that moment seemed way more shocking.

'Nothing,' she giggled. 'It's just... nice.'

'Nice?' I repeated. 'Weird, some would say,' and I rolled onto my side to face her, my dick having begun to tent the sheet at my groin.

'Oh, no!' She laughed before pausing. 'Well... it shouldn't be. There's nothing wrong with a mother and son sharing a bed,' she stated before smirking at me, trying to keep a straight face. 'See, now you've gone and made it weird,' she laughed.

'I've made it weird? You're the one that was sleeping in the nude!' I grinned and she opened her mouth wide in feigned shock.

'I told you; I was hot!' She smirked, and I nodded against the pillow. 'I was!' She lashed out at me, gently slapping my bare chest, her hand remaining as her smile faded. 'But really... It's so nice to have you back. I've wanted this for so long,' her eyes became glassy. 'Mom,' I consoled her.

'No. I should've done more. Ten years we've...' She began and I cut her off, placing my hand over hers.

'I thought we weren't ...

... going to keep doing this,' I reached out with my other and placed it on her head, my fingers stroking the hair back off her forehead much as she'd done earlier. 'It's a new beginning, remember.'

'I know... I know. I'm just being silly. I love you,' she penetrated my eyes with hers. 'And it's not weird!' She laughed and spontaneously drew me into a cuddle, my mind and body eager to meet hers, unthinking, uncaring of certain ramifications.

The moment it happened, there could be no denying its presence. With her cheek against mine and arms around my neck, there was a moment of silence, breath held on both of our behalf as we reflected on the development. Like the barrel of a gun, the head of my cock pressed into her soft belly and even as I thought of something to say or deflect from its prominence, it twitched against her as if to emphasize its existence.

'Wh... what is that?' Mom whispered into my ear, and I was pretty sure she was quite aware.

'I don't know,' I breathed. 'I mean, it's just. I mean, it's the morning and everything. It happens,' I hoped my explanation made sense to her.

'Oh,' her face gradually eased back from my own, I noticed, her belly happy to remain impaled on her son's cock. 'Yeah. I understand,' she looked me in the eye and was doing a stand-up job of keeping a straight face. Until she couldn't. 'Oh my god!' She collapsed back onto her pillow stifling her laughter, my cock pulsing as it lost contact with her as if desperate to retain the ...