The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... uncertainty, and the discovery, not to mention the free food, were nearly enough to take my mind off what had happened at home. A quick smell of my fingers throughout the day, however, had me back in the kitchen, back in the shower. Her heavenly scent left me aching for her, fighting back the erection that longed to come.

There was no set time for me to be home and the day saw me on campus well into the afternoon, followed by a meal with some of the students I'd be taking classes with. I texted Mom my progress and she was more than happy for me to stay on, and by 9 pm I was finally making my way up the driveway of my childhood family home.

How things had changed, I pondered. Two weeks earlier I'd first laid eyes upon her. Her ass presented to me as she vacuumed. Then, as before, she'd been a mystery. A woman I couldn't love due to circumstance. Some of my own making, some of hers, much of my father's. For though she was my mother, she was a stranger. Now. My god, I thought. Now, I felt she was the part of me that had been missing. I could tell her anything and she, me. That if we weren't together, if our skin wasn't touching and I wasn't inside her body, the world was wrong in some way. Only us together made sense. This was what it was to be in love, I reasoned. Doubly so. For not only did I have the passionate love for a partner; she was also, my mother.

I was grinning when I finally entered our home

*

'Oh fuck,' I sighed when I saw her.

'What?' She stood ...

... against the bench in the kitchen, her hair uncharacteristically in pigtails, but it was her clothing that had mine and most importantly, my cock's attention.

'Mom,' I groaned as I feasted my eyes on her appearance and she followed my gaze, looking down at her body.

'Oh, this. Yeah. First day of school and everything. I wanted to do something special for you.'

'Jeesus!' I sighed as she twirled to show off her outfit. She'd stuck with pleats, but what she now had around her waist was nothing like the morning. A school uniform, the red and white plaid skirt sat high on her hips revealing the tightest of white satin panties. White lace-topped stay-up stockings adorned her legs, rising to within inches of her groin, as she balanced on impossibly high heels. Her breasts were only just contained in a see-through white bralette, her nipples pronounced and begging for my attention. 'I would've come home earlier!' I went to her, and she laughed as I lifted her into my arms, her legs wrapping my waist.

'I don't mind,' she giggled as I kissed her raised jaw, onto her mouth. 'I don't want anything to change.'

'Everything's changed!' I marveled as I walked us into the living room, propping her onto the back of the couch.

'I just mean, don't let "us" change your life,' she elaborated, and I understood, but right then there was more I wanted to do than have a serious conversation.

'I get it,' I kissed her. 'But all I can do right now is think about you,' I kissed my way ...