The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... so much information and stimulation to take in, it was impossible to be bored, and right away I knew the university had been the right choice. And then there was what awaited me at home. In just a few days I'd had more sex than my previous two years of experience and again the decision to return to L.A. had been clearly proven the right choice.

'You have such a great body for...' I trailed off unsure if my words were appropriate.

'For a...?' Mom laughed. We lay at opposite ends of the couch as I sketched her, her naked body lit by the single lamp making her almost ethereal in my eyes. 'For a forty-seven-year-old woman?' She challenged me and I grinned.

'I don't mean it like that,' I blushed. 'Just. You're beautiful. To sketch,' I looked at the pose she had (at my suggestion) taken, her legs partly spread, pussy on full display. Once signed by me, clearly a drawing she'd struggle to put on public view. 'To just look at,' I added. 'I could stare at you all day. Your face. Your breasts. That pussy!' I smiled.

'You like it?' Mom broke her pose to run a hand over her crotch, massaging her pubic mound. 'Like this? I had it waxed. I knew you boys liked them smooth.'

I grinned sheepishly as I stared at her fingers, sliding down to slowly stroke her labia and I thought of her words.

'Wait, what?'

'What?' She looked at me quizzically.

'You waxed. Before I came!' I pointed it out and she furrowed her brow.

'Yes?'

'Before you knew I was interested in you,' ...

... I highlighted, and she finally understood what I was getting at, blushing.

'All mothers have certain fantasies, Ollie,' she smirked. 'About their sons,' she found her clit and I watched intently as she slowly masturbated before me. 'I'll admit, I did dream of us... together.'

'You've felt this way, about me? For how long?'

'Honey, I can't give you a day. There's a bond that a mother has with her son. It's more than sexual. There isn't a mother in the world that wouldn't make love to her son if he asked.'

My dick was aching to be out of my shorts, and I put aside the sketchbook to let it loose from my fly.

'Oh God yes,' Mom sighed as she saw my erection. 'Show me that cock, Oliver. Stroke it for me, Baby.'

Laying on her back, Mom spread her legs further, our feet touching on the couch.

'That's so fucking hot,' I sighed as I jerked off, Mom watching my hand intently, her own making a circular motion on her pussy, the other holding her breast.

'Do you like it, Baby? Do you like watching me finger myself?'

'I fucking love it, Mom,' I confessed. 'I love your pussy.'

'Are you gonna fuck my pussy Baby?' She gasped. 'Do you want to fuck your mother right now?'

'Oh, fuck yes!' I rose from the couch to remove my clothes and a thought came to my head, a question I'd been meaning to ask for days. Strange that it came at such a moment as I climbed between her welcoming legs. 'Mom, can I ask you something?' I took hold of my cock and rubbed the head against ...