The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... gesture toward the kitchen and we awkwardly parted ways.

Inside the bathroom I looked directly at what she'd done with the towel, seeing it on the floor of the shower in a pile. The recess looked dry as did the rest of the floor, and despite my curiosity, I didn't investigate further, completing my toilet break and heading back to the kitchen.

She must have taken note as to how I had my coffee when she'd visited for Dad's funeral, finding a mug of steaming black on the benchtop awaiting me.

'No sugar, right?' Mom confirmed as I sat on a stool, and I nodded and offered a smile as she took care of her own.

'I can help you finish the car if you want,' I proposed to make up for my behavior in the bedroom, just managing to lift my eyes from once again ogling her ass before she turned back toward me.

'Oh, um. Yeah. That'd be great. It was the rain we had the other day,' she continued with the small talk. 'Covered it in dust,' she added. 'I so rarely have to wash it,' she approached the opposite side of the bench, thankfully removing from me the temptation to glance at her pronounced cameltoe.

I attempted to sip my coffee but found it too hot and what followed was an extended moment of silence.

'I know about the car,' I admitted, somewhat cryptically but I could sense she understood to what I referred. 'Aunt Leticia told me,' I confessed.

'Oh,' Mom took a sip from her cup, heavy on the cream and sugar. 'It wasn't a secret. You needed a car.'

'Dad said ...

... nothing about you buying it though,' I conveyed, and Mom didn't seem too shocked at the news. 'Why didn't you tell me at the funeral?'

'It didn't matter. Maybe I thought you'd have blamed me for his...' she left out the word "death."

'It was no one's fault but his,' I reassured her, and I think I saw somewhat a look of relief in her eyes.

'I'm sorry Oliver,' Mom gave me a sympathetic smile. 'Your father... we didn't see eye to eye on much, but I know you loved him.'

'Aunt Leticia said the same about you and me,' I relayed, and Mom frowned. 'Not seeing eye to eye,' I elaborated. 'Oh,' she gave a slight smile, leaning on the bench to bring our faces to the same level. 'Well, maybe we just haven't been given the chance.'

*

The afternoon being hot, I'd taken off my t-shirt to allow the sun's rays upon my skin, and whilst hosing excess soap suds down the drive, Mom returned from the house with a glass of water.

'Looks fantastic,' her eyes scanned the gleaming Subaru. 'Thank you.'

'It was nothing,' I smiled, cutting off the flow, and the sight of her walking across the yard invoked long-forgotten memories. Playing under the sprinkler on the very same lawn, water balloon fights with Mom and Dad in the heat of the summer.

'No. You won't!' Mom stopped her progression toward me.

'What?' I attempted to look as innocent as I could.

'We may not have spent much time together Oliver Hudson. But I'm still your mother. I know that look!'

'I don't know what ...