The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... her.

'Mom!' I scalded her language, realizing it was the first time I'd ever heard her say the word.

'Sorry, but... goodness,' she rose onto her elbows to take in the glistening upon my torso. 'There's a lot, isn't there!' She seemed amazed.

'Yeah,' I pulled my hand from my dick, wiping my thumb upon my pelvis. 'I've made a mess.'

'Oh, here,' She offered me her panties and I looked in her eyes.

'Serious?' I questioned her and she shrugged.

'Why not? They're dirty. I have to wash them anyway.'

Logic, I thought. Who was I to question it, and gladly took possession of her underwear once again.

'Thank you for this Ollie,' I was shocked to hear her say as I used the lace panties to mop up my cum.

'For what?' I laughed.

'For including me in that,' she seemed genuine. 'I've missed so much of your life,' she added.

'Yeah, but I don't think you'd have ever... I mean I doubt this could've...'

'You'd be surprised,' she interrupted. 'I mean a lot of mothers... Take my friend June for example. She's the one who told me about the artwork at her vendor's house. She once walked in on her son masturbating. And my friend Sally. She found her panties under her son's pillow. Can you believe that!?' She seemed excited to inform me.

'Mom, I don't know what that's...'

'But you see,' she once more interrupted me. "These are the things I've missed out on. This is normal. Us. Here. What you did... for me. It should've been me that had the talk with you about ...

... sex. And silly things... I don't know, like finding dirty magazines in your bedroom or something. Grounding you. But I blew it.'

'No, you didn't, I walked out remember?' I told her, finished cleaning up the mess, her panties saturated and reeking of cum.

'But I wasn't there. I want to be there now. Will you let me?' She reached out to take her panties back from me and I balked.

'Are you sure?' I winced.

'I'm sure,' she seemed delighted to take the soiled panties into her care, unconcerned her fingers touched my cum. 'Thank you,' she leaned in and slowly kissed me. On the lips. Gently. Affectionately. Motherly.

*

If I thought the morning would've changed everything, I was mistaken. Our relationship remained as before. To be honest, by midafternoon, all that had occurred in her bed seemed but a memory, so normal was her and even my demeanor. Possibly there was more physical contact between us, Mom quick to touch my chest or arm with affection if I said something funny, maybe I was more hands-on if I needed to get past her in the kitchen or the hallway, open to caressing her hips or belly as we parted. But really, no one could assume from our behavior that our first weekend sleep-in together had been anything but innocent. Even I began to wonder if masturbating in her bed would develop into anything more than just a bizarre one-off familial anecdote.

I shouldn't have been concerned.

'So, Mister Bachelor of Fine Arts. It's a big day tomorrow!' Mom ran her ...