The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... matching my action just as awkwardly as our bodies came together in an uncomfortable embrace. We'd hugged at Dad's funeral, a formal almost perfunctory connection in suit jackets and dress clothes. This, however, despite the clumsiness of our bond, far more intimate. The softness of her body, the fullness of her breast against my chest, and the self-conscious press of my groin into her belly; even the scent of perfume in her hair. It stirred something in me, and at that moment, I was unsure as to what.

'So...' Mom broke the embrace. 'You had a good flight I take it?'

'Um, yeah. No problems,' I made to pick up my bag, my eyes again taking in the lump of vulva at her crotch, and I scolded myself for the repeated indiscretion, questioning the motive in the first place.

'How did you even get here?' Mom looked over my shoulder at the quiet street. 'I didn't even hear a cab.'

'Oh, yeah. Uber,' I engaged in the small talk before a moment of awkward silence descended.

'What am I doing?' Mom managed to break the unease. 'Come on, let's get you inside,' she closed the rear door of her car and motioned toward the house.

'You don't want to keep going...' I gestured at the vacuum and Mom dismissed it with a wave of her hand.

'I can finish it later. Let's get you settled.'

I was aware of how inappropriate was my behavior. As Mom led the way to the front door and I trailed with backpack slung and suitcase in tow, once again my eyes found her ass. Scrunch back gym ...

... shorts, they'd remained glued halfway over each buttock and I wondered if she had any idea how suggestive the look was. To a nineteen-year-old estranged son that is. And even as I created the thought, I metaphorically slapped myself across the face. Of course she wasn't aware! I told myself. The last thing on her mind would be what her son would be thinking of her ass, and I forced my gaze from the admittedly attractive sight, in turn dismissing the encroaching incestuous zygotes that were forming in the darkest areas of my brain as she ushered me inside the cool dwelling.

*

My decade-long absence from Los Angeles had more surprises in store for me.

'It's like you didn't change anything!' I turned back to her standing in the doorway of my old bedroom. My bags placed on the single bed; I'd taken a moment to look around my surroundings at a memory manifested. Toys I'd left behind; a bookshelf stacked with R.L. Stine novels and action figurines; Lakers posters on the wall of the then team and most poignantly, Kobe; alongside drawings and paintings of my own, my artistic endeavors having begun early.

'You might've changed your mind,' Mom shrugged.

'It's been ten years,' I attempted a humorous scoff, but it fell flat, and even from across the room, I noticed a glassiness appear in her eyes.

'It was your room,' she avoided my gaze, looking down at her foot as she ran it along a floorboard, crossing her arms over her chest.

'Well, you can chuck all this stuff out ...