The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... and she returned me with an embarrassed smile.

'So, how should I pose?' The redness faded as she looked to me for direction. The nineteen-year-old in me suggested she lay back and spread her legs, the artist controlling his faculties.

'Um, why don't you lie on your side,' I joined my hands against the side of my face as an example. 'Just like you're sleeping,' I suggested, and she was quick to comply.

'Like this?' She moved into position. 'Robe on...' She allowed it to fall off her hip, her bare pelvis exposed, '...or off?'

"Off!' I enthusiastically replied, her thigh covering her pussy but the beauty of the pose, was inarguable. 'Perfect!' I managed to once more find her eyes and lingered as she rested her head upon her hands. 'You look...' I wanted to rise and reveal my hard-on. To walk over and kiss my appreciation for the welcome home she'd given me. What other mother would do this? Wear such sexually provocative clothing. Incidentally, touch my cock. Pose naked for her son. To encourage my masturbation. I wanted her to know how deeply my feelings for her had developed, how far I'd take it to prove my love, my lust. 'You look beautiful,' I admitted, and the blush returned.

An hour I sketched. And as I completed the pleasure, I marveled how I'd stayed erect the entire time, the pulsing of my cock against my jeans the only outlet for my desire.

'So... I think,' I added to some lines of shadow beneath her thigh. 'I'm finished,' I confidently stated, and ...

... Mom began to sit up.

'Can I see it?' She excitedly asked as I rose from the chair and went to her and I did nothing to hide the excitement at my crotch, the hard-on clearly defined as it lay sideways in my jeans.

'Well, that's the idea,' I joined her on the couch, sitting down beside her, Mom leaving the robe beneath her, happy to have her naked body alongside me. 'What do you think?' I presented the page to her, the sketchbook across our thighs.

There was an extended moment of silence as I allowed her to take in the drawing. Admittedly one of the finest I'd done in such a short amount of time. I looked up from the page, slowing my gaze as I traversed her breasts before finding her face, her expression at first unreadable.

'So?' I prompted and her face turned to me, eyes glassy.

'Baby!' She managed and I smiled.

'Is that good or bad?' I laughed and was pleasantly surprised as she threw her arms around my neck, her boobs pressing my chest.

'I love it,' her cheek met mine, her lips kissing beside my ear before she pulled back to reveal the tears falling from her eyes.

'Why are you crying?' I again laughed and placed an arm around her, my hand on her bare back, caressing her spine.

'Because it's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever done for me,' her eyes never left mine, the sincerity and love clear for me to see and I thought of her words. Was it true? The near decade of her relationship with my father. Aware of her fractured relationship with her ...