The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... sheer, her uppermost labia plain to see through the saturated material.

'Oh, we're far from even,' she chuckled as she twisted the front of her t-shirt, wringing water from the cloth, the action clasping the garment to her boobs, her nipples proudly erect. 'You'll get what's coming to you!' She threatened and the tone was almost seductive in its delivery.

It was then I was reminded she was my mother and with another proverbial slap to my face, once more found myself attempting to dismiss the taboo and overtly sexual thoughts that were rapidly evolving.

*

'So, what would you like to do tomorrow?' Mom asked, post-dinner. She'd offered me a glass of white wine during the meal which I'd declined, and I noticed she was well on the way to finishing the bottle on her own when I returned from a shower early evening.

And what an event that turned out to be! She'd given me fresh towels that smelled of her and the soap in the shower had me recalling the scent from her hair and skin. They mixed with forbidden thoughts and closing my eyes under the flow of warm water I reminisced of the feeling of her ass against me, the sight of her near naked form upon the lawn. My hand found its way to my hard-on and fully aware of how forbidden the action was, I jerked off in my mother's shower, the orgasm that followed shameful, regrettable, and no matter how disgusted I felt for the indiscretion, so very wonderful!

Reality cascaded over me along with the flow and opening my eyes I ...

... found the evidence of my transgression all over the glass shower screen, a sticky mess that wouldn't just wash away with water. I dropped to my haunches and worked on the crime scene with soapy hands to be sure I removed all traces of cum, aghast at the thought of Mom finding overlooked globules. It was then I noticed the marks.

Like the ring left on a table from a glass, there were multiple round smudges just below waist height on both the shower screen as well as the tiled wall and it confounded me as to what would've caused the strange markings. Ultimately putting aside the thought, when I was satisfied I'd removed my own branding from the glass, and washed it down the drain.

'Tomorrow?' I responded to Mom. After the high jinks in the front yard, she'd changed into loose-fitting gray track pants, and despite attempts to de-sexualize her, I noted the string of a white thong on her hip and back when she moved; and above this, what was possibly the tightest white t-shirt I'd seen in my life. Sitting mere feet from me on the couch, our positions and the location of the television allowed me to glance with impunity and the fact she was still braless hadn't gone unnoticed.

'Yeah. I thought maybe we could do something together. Go out to Santa Monica or even take a hike in the hills, something like that.

'Ah, actually I've got plans.'

'Oh,' she looked surprisingly disappointed.

'Yeah. Thought I'd take a look around campus. Get my bearings and all that. Shouldn't ...