The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... connection.

I rolled onto my back, lifting my hands to my head to cover my eyes in embarrassment before looking down at the tower created in the sheet.

'I'm so sorry!' I apologized and looked at Mom, her wide humor-filled eyes firmly focused on my groin.

'Well, is it going to go down?' She grinned.

'Yes! I mean, I guess. Soon,' it twitched under the sheet and Mom again laughed at my discomfort.

'Oh Honey,' she shook her head. 'I guess now it really is weird!' She chortled.

"Mom! Not helping,' I told her, and she slumped back onto her side to face me, seemingly delighting in my discomfort as my outstretched foot brushed something in the bed. Grabbing it with my toes, I lifted my knee to drag it up the mattress, the act also helping to obscure my hard-on. 'What's this?' I reached down to take it from my toes and brought up between us the black lace thong I'd last seen when I zipped up my mother's dress.

'Oh! That's where they went,' Mom giggled as she took her panties from my hand, the sheet acting like a canopy between my raised knee and her hip, exposing her bare groin, the pronounced pubic bone just as smooth as the last time I'd spied it.

'Yeah, and I'm the weird one!' I laughed as I restored her dignity and lowered my knee, removing the temptation from myself.

'I said I was hot!' She defended herself, giggling. Her eyes fell back on my ever-twitching morning erection, and it looked like she was in contemplation.

'What?' I asked and her eyes ...

... once more found mine.

'I don't know,' she paused. 'Us. I guess. Could we be like this, today, if what happened hadn't?' She posed and I thought about her hypothetical. There was no way. If we'd always lived together, there would be no chance I'd be climbing into her bed as a nineteen-year-old. I supposed none of our interactions would've played out the same. Familiarity breeding contempt, would I have even seen her as a sexual being? The beautiful, sensual woman I'd fallen in lust/love within just over a week?

'I doubt it,' I smiled at her, and she returned the sentiment, her eyes slowly returning to my cock.

'What do you normally do?' She whispered after a moment's silence.

'What?' I asked.

'With it,' her eyes never left my engorged dick.

'Hah, I don't know,' I breathed back. 'Sometimes it just goes away. Sometimes I... you know.'

'You what?' She looked at me intently, caressing her thumb over the panties in her hand between us.

'Mom!' I huffed.

'Tell me, Ollie,' she sighed, and I caught the faint scent of pussy, most likely from the panties so close to me.

'Serious?' I questioned and her head nodded slowly, her eyes drifting back down the mattress.

'I jerk off!' I boldly admitted something she was already aware of. The multiple loads in my underwear attesting to the fact.

'Do you need to now, Oliver?' Her voice was barely above a whisper and my head swam with the possibility of what could be about to happen.

'Maybe,' I swallowed and ...