The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... hand over my shoulder upon entering the living room early evening. I was drawing in my sketchbook and stopped when she engaged in conversation, sitting in the armchair across from me. 'Excited? No, don't stop on my account,' she quickly added as I made to close the folio.

'I was just doodling,' I explained.

'Remember you used to draw us all as superheroes when you were little. Like those, who were they? The Expendables?' She laughed and took a sip from the glass of wine she held.

'Ha! I think you mean The Incredibles. I never stopped,' I admitted. 'I mean, I think I started making you the supervillain when I moved to Dad's though.'

'Really?' She laughed.

'Yeah, maybe I've...' I began flicking back through the sketchbook in the hope I'd find an example, but the search was fruitless. 'Nah. They'd be in the ones at home. I mean, back in Carolina.'

'That's ok,' she smiled. 'So how would you draw me now? I mean, would I still be the supervillain?'

'I don't know,' I turned to a blank page and made to put pencil to paper. 'Let's find out.'

'You're going to draw me!?' She seemed surprised.

'Yeah, why not?' I smiled.

'Ooh,' she rose from the chair and placed her glass on the coffee table. 'Well at least let me fix myself up a little,' she stated as she rushed from the room.

'It's not a photo!' I called as she headed down the hall, my eyes on her swaying ass, somehow contained in the tightest of jeans.

'I still want to look good!' She yelled back ...

... from her bedroom, and I smiled to myself, thinking of the morning, lying next to her and masturbating. Would it happen again? Could it become a regular part of our weekend sleep-ins together? Would she join me? The idea of us masturbating together had my dick hardening, encouraged when she promptly returned, her appearance unexpected.

'What have you done?' I furrowed my brow toward her as she made it back to her armchair, before again rising.

'Or do you want me on the couch?' She pointed to the three-seater.

I let my gaze drift down her body. The t-shirt and jeans were gone, replaced with a short white satin robe, legs bare and her nipples suggestively poking through the material.

'Um, wherever,' I shook my head and she too looked down at her body.

'Yeah, I... think this is how it's done, right?' She climbed up on the couch, and I understood why she'd changed. 'Models are usually naked, aren't they?' She said as I watched my mother undo the belt of the robe, allowing it to fall off her shoulders, her eyes on me as I took in her bare breasts before the robe settled on her hips.

'I...' I swallowed; her boobs were made available for my perusal. No quick flash, wet t-shirt, or swimsuit malfunction this. Just the unobscured curve of my mother's tits in all their soft majesty, her pink areola, and erect nipples. My cock completed its erection. 'I didn't expect... I mean you didn't have...' I watched as her face blushed. 'I mean... yes. This is perfect!' I admitted ...