The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... parents. Was the simple gift of capturing how I saw her, that special a gift?

'I just wanted to show you what I see when I look at you,' I chose my words and they seemed to work, Mom dropping an arm to take the sketchbook from our laps and place it beside us before rising before me, her bare pussy not a foot from my face. She held out her hands to lift me from the couch and we were face to face, my groin pressing her belly unavoidably as she brought me into her arms.

I allowed my hands to work their way down her back as my erection throbbed against her, my mother's naked body pressed hard into mine.

'You're the only man I've ever loved,' her face tilted up into me, her lips seeking my own as I leaned forward, prepared to cross the line, to seal our communion with incestuous desire... as the ringtone of my phone filled the room.

I did my best to ignore it as my hand met the uppermost crack of her buttocks, her breasts smushed hard against my chest as I leaned further, seeking her mouth.

'Get it,' her face turned to look in my phone's direction and I settled upon pressing my lips to her ear.

'It can wait,' I breathed, kissing the hair that hung across it before her face once more turned to me.

'So can we,' she managed, honesty and thought in her eyes. And she was right. We were about to fuck. Mother and son. That was monumental. Life changing. Did we need to ruminate on the implications of such an act?

'Agh!' I sighed as our bodies separated and I made ...

... for my phone, the screen revealing the caller. 'It's Aunt Leticia,' I conveyed, looking back at Mom, taking her robe from the couch to wrap around herself.

'She probably wants to wish you luck for tomorrow,' Mom proposed as she once more picked up the sketchbook. 'I'm going to have this framed,' she beamed, and though frustrated at our thwarted lovemaking, I smiled at her as I answered the phone.

Our time would come.

*

I'd planned to get up early for my first day of orientation week anyway, but it was noise from elsewhere in the house that had me leaping from my mattress just after 6 am. The extended time I'd spent on the phone with my aunt had seen Mom go to bed. A note of thanks was scribbled on the next page of my sketchbook, and in my late-night fantasizing, I'd thought of going to her. Entering her room to climb between the sheets where I knew she'd be waiting, amenable to my approach, slippery for the intrusion. But an anticipatory stroke of my engorged cock saw me prematurely ejaculating and therefore putting an embarrassing end to any possibility of overnight Oedipal affection, settling for the embrace of sleep, perhaps dreams of an incestuous tryst.

Thirsty, I made my way to the kitchen and had a large drink of water, wincing when I heard the fan and shower turned on in the bathroom behind me, reminding me another pressing need of the morning had become immediately insistent. I looked at the sink and decided against the action, heading back down the ...