The Kindness of Strangers

'Hah, I don't mind,' I hastily admitted, resting my empty mug on my cock, grinding it into myself.

'Thank you. You don't know how happy that makes me Ollie. I want things to be just like they were, before... you know.'

'Yeah, I know,' and despite her saying we didn't need to dwell on the past, I felt the guilt of walking out on her all those years ago. 'I'm sorry,' I found her eyes and she winced with compassion.

'Oh Honey, don't,' she unexpectedly rose and came to the couch I sat on, climbing up beside me and coming to rest sitting on her knees. 'We're good now. That's all that matters to me,' she confessed and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, so close to my mouth it could've been considered lips. 'Now. If I'm not mistaken, your favorite meal is still spaghetti,' she leaned back, a nipple having escaped once more and doing little to remedy the problem. 'So, to thank you for this...' she looked down at her swimsuit, noticing the exposed boob. '...Oops,' she rolled her eyes while smiling as she tucked it back into position. 'I'd better get started cooking.'

I devoured her ass as she walked away, her bare buttocks almost seductively swaying and for a moment I thought she'd prepare the dinner in the bikini before she headed for her bedroom.

'I suppose I should change!' she giggled, more to herself, and her playfulness left me smiling, hard, and aching at the futility of a desire that could go nowhere.

*

Not needing to seek accommodation left me with spare time in the days leading up to orientation week and I used it productively. I managed to visit the LACMA and adjacent Tar Pits as I'd planned, seeing and familiarizing myself with Los Angeles in the process. I took in a movie and managed to meet up with Mom on a couple of occasions for lunch, my shout, which was satisfying despite the fact it was ultimately her money to begin with.

That realization led me to search the employment apps and by Thursday I'd organized part-time work with a local garden maintenance crew that could secure me weekend hours primarily, which would be ideal not knowing my university schedule at the time.

My bedroom, I redecorated. Finding room in the garage for the boxes of all my old but still valuable possessions before passing them on to charity. The process took longer than expected as I delved through memories of my childhood. And so it was, by late Thursday afternoon I found myself organized, housed, and employed, and with Mom still not expected home for an hour or so, the house to myself.

The devil will find work for idle hands.

Little had I found in the previous few days to excite me incestuously toward my mother. This had been a conscious decision. What was the point in harboring a desire for an unobtainable woman? Especially when I spied (on multiple occasions) the quality of girls in and around the university. Her presence hadn't gone unnoticed mind you. Daily I admired her appearance, whether it be body-contouring dresses that highlighted every curve, or the always sexy nightie she'd don before bed, never repeating in the near week we'd lived together. But my acknowledgment of her beauty ended there. Even at night, I'd sway my mind in other directions when I found myself lapsing. The thought of her ass in leggings or the mischief in her eyes when she smiled. No. When my cock hardened and I treated myself to a touch, I'd think of others, exes, and movie stars, even allowing my aunt Leticia to creep in and lead me to orgasm. All but Mom.

Until Dee Williams coaxed me right back to her, that is.

Dick out and phone in hand, I was randomly flicking through videos when I saw it. The adult star in the shower. Her perfect body, lathered in soap. But it was the suction cup dildo attached to the tiled wall that she was sucking, pulling off with a pop, reattaching, and eventually fucking, that had me thinking about my mother.

The moment I saw it I was amazed I hadn't thought of it earlier. The explanation for the multiple waist-high circular marks in Mom's shower. A suction cup dildo! What else could be the cause, I questioned and found my face blushing at the thought I'd almost asked her the reason. I remembered her rushing into the bathroom on the day I arrived. Was it the answer to the mystery towel on the shower floor? Hiding the evidence?

It was no longer Dee fucking her dildo, I fantasized. Dropping the phone, Mom formed a clear image in my head, and as if by stealth, managed to erode all the work I'd done in the week to abandon my incestuous fascination. I succumbed. Filling a tissue with an immense load of taboo seed, wishing it was she who could witness the offering. Would she be impressed, I wondered? Smiling to myself at how ridiculous the prospect was as I luxuriated in post-orgasmic haze.

*

'It's a good thing I didn't have it taken down,' Mom acknowledged as she walked back out of the garage having parked her car inside.

Shooting hoops and having missed the opportunity to impress her with my quantity of semen, I took a shot from roughly three-point range, and we watched as the ball, unfortunately, bounced off the rim and rolled onto the lawn.

'You haven't changed anything!' I diverted from my disappointing effort, quickly retrieving the ball and this time making an easier shot, hoping she'd still be dazzled.

'I didn't want to,' she cocked her head and squinted into the sun as she watched me. 'It all reminded me of you.'

I smiled sympathetically back at her, taking in her green wrap dress and flesh-colored stockings in the process, seeing her in my mind's eye removing the clothing and stepping into the shower to meet up with her potential silicon lover.

'One on one?' I proposed and made to throw the ball at her, and she looked down at herself.

'Can I get changed?'

'What? You afraid those heels will affect your performance?' I laughed.

'Well, they'd at least give me a height advantage,' she smiled. 'Five minutes?'

'I'll be here,' I dribbled the ball, not taking my eyes off her as she entered the house, the impression of a bra strap visible across her back, no detectable panty line. Was she wearing any? I felt my cock pulse. I would've waited five hours!

*

I was taking a shot when she emerged from the house and that it missed was forgivable given the distraction. Wearing a flesh-colored gym one-piece or playsuit I think it was called, she descended the two stairs with a spring before finding my eyes on her and becoming noticeably self-conscious at her attire. Needlessly so. For though the set she wore was possibly a size too small, the material struggling to contain her boobs, the crotch hermetically attached to her pussy to reveal the most delectable of cameltoes; in my eyes, staring, feasting on her beauty, she looked perfect.

'Oh,' she looked down at herself before once more fixing my eyes with her seductive(?) gaze. 'Yeah, it's a bit "try-hard", I know! I bought it to encourage me to start going to the gym. It didn't,' she laughed. 'At least this gives me a chance to use it,' she paused. 'Even though... I don't really have the body to pull it off!' She denigrated herself and I was quick to take her to task.

'No!' I fired back, managing to drag my eyes up to hers. 'You look good. I mean... it suits you.'

"Oh. Thank you,' she smiled coyly, approaching to stand before me. 'You don't look so bad yourself, Mister,' she ran her eyes over my chest, lifting a hand to place it upon my pec, caressing onto my bicep as I in turn flexed to impress her further. 'I was going to say something when you were washing the car. Your muscles! You've certainly grown up,' she admitted, her lips remaining slightly parted, the hint of tongue touching her teeth. Was this the moment? My desire to kiss her was almost overpowering. 'My ball!' She startled me by suddenly sliding her hand down my arm and grabbing the basketball out of my grip before turning and clumsily bouncing, before taking a shot at the rim.

The inevitable miss brought a smile to my face and despite my eyes devouring the curves of her ass, the booty short design allowing plenty of buttock to escape their confines; the expanse of bare skin on her back, and the craving I retained for her, I attempted to put my energy into the game.

'Serves you right!' I laughed, moving in to retrieve the ball and dribbling around her to make a layup, the ball thankfully going into the basket.

'Wow, you're really good!' She overly complimented me as I retrieved the ball and made my way back to the line in the driveway concrete acting as the top of the key.

'Dad set up a ring back home,' I explained as I feigned dribbling one way before taking a shot over her head, sinking another basket.

'He was always pretty good at sports. Your Dad. Remember we used to turn on the headlights so you could play at night,' Mom reminisced, and the memory formed, recalling her watching from a chair on the lawn as Dad and I shot baskets long after the sun had descended.

'You know, he admitted I got my brains from you,' I divulged, and Mom spontaneously laughed.

'Ok!?' She looked at me quizzically as she accepted a pass, my shot having bounced off the backboard.

'I mean, it wasn't just bad stuff he'd say about you,' I tried to elaborate.

'Oh, great,' she sarcastically replied, smiling as she began to dribble, her bounces way too high allowing me to take back the ball as she tried to charge toward the ring. 'Aw, not taking it easy on me!'

'We're all adults here,' I laughed, stepping back to take a three-pointer and proudly finding nothing but net. Mom retrieved the ball and nodding, threw it back to me with a little more force.

'Ok Mister, so sounds like all's fair,' she posited, and I shrugged.

'Blame the game. Not the player,' I smirked and preparing to take another shot, was caught off guard by her exuberant defense, first raising her arms before reaching in to attempt to grab the ball from me. I lifted it higher in response and instead, she focused her attention on me, dropping a hand to grab me square upon the crotch, momentarily grasping a palmful of cock and balls.

Mortified and rightfully distracted, I lost control of the basketball and Mom was quick to take advantage of the situation, clutching at the ball before turning and making a shot at the rim, her effort, successful.

'What the hell was...' I began to question before she turned and smirked back at me.

'Hey. Blame the game. Not the player,' she quoted back to me, and I couldn't help but grin at her audacity.

'That was surely a foul,' I retrieved the ball and bounced before throwing it back at her.

'My court. My rules,' she laughed, and I wanted to do more than merely kiss her as before. I wanted to hold her, press my cock into her groin and confess my lust. Let my hands explore her body as our lips connected. 'Next score wins!?' She declared as once more she tried to dribble past me toward the ring and I clumsily (on purpose) defended, reaching in to take the ball and in the process blocking with my body, our bodies pressing together as she aimed at the ring, the ball missing everything.

'Charging!' I accused, my arms around her as if holding myself up for balance, delighting in the softness of her flesh, the warmth of her skin. 'My free throw,' I added and belatedly released her as she giggled, allowing her to walk to where the ball had rolled against the garage. I watched as she looked back over her shoulder at me as if making sure I was looking before she leaned forward at the waist to reach down for the ball. The action was overtly sexual, her legs spread wide and her ass pressing out of the booty shorts. The lump of her pussy was clearly visible and as she took hold of the ball and straightened, she twisted her torso first to look behind as if allowing me more time to feast on her rear.

'Make the most of it,' Mom grinned as she headed back toward me, passing me the ball.

'What?' I questioned.

'The shot silly,' she furrowed her brows, still smiling.

'Oh, I will,' I felt my face flush, thinking she'd meant my perving on her ass. 'This to win it.' I bounced a couple of times preparing to make the free-throw. Mom moved directly in line with the ring, and I managed to lift my eyes from her to focus on the task, bouncing again to ready myself.

'This to win it,' she again quoted me as I was about to release.

'Mom!' I smiled.

'Sorry. No pressure,' she grinned, and I once more took a bounce before raising the ball.

It was about to leave my fingertips when it happened. My eyes squarely aimed at the ring, my body one with the ball, and all my focus upon making the basket. Nothing could've distracted me save for my mother's actions.

'Don't miss it!' She called at the very last second and under my gaze, lifted her hands to the straps of her playsuit and deftly pulled it down to reveal her bare breasts.

'Jeesus!' I gasped as I took the shot, my eyes dropping to stare directly at her boobs, and her wickedly smiling face above before she swiftly covered them back up, her eyes following the trajectory of the ball as it bounced off the backboard and rolled away along the drive. 'What the hell!?'

'What?' She seemed oblivious as she ran past me to claim possession, jogging back before once again awkwardly dribbling her way to the rim where she managed an easy layup. 'I win!' She turned, arms raised above her head in the victory celebration, her face beaming, the high beams on her chest equally as bright, her nipples harder and more pronounced than previous.

'Mom!?' I questioned.

'What?' She repeated, bouncing the ball with two hands before herself.

'What!?' I quoted her. 'You just... I mean you...' I couldn't form the words.

'Oh, it's not a big deal,' she finally understood my concern.

'You just flashed your boobs!' I managed. 'In public!' I added.

'Not really. There's no one around,' she argued, and I looked around to admit she had a point.

'Ah, I'm here,' I countered, and she smiled at me pityingly.

'Oh Honey, you're my son! There's no harm in you seeing my breasts!'

The words hung in the air, her eyes searching mine and I wanted to ask to see them again. To not stop there. To see all of her. To be naked together. In each other's arms. In her bed. But of course, the words wouldn't come, and it was Mom who broke the sudden awkward silence.

'This is what I've missed,' She confessed and admittedly for a moment I thought she was only talking about her flashing.

'What?' I requested her pass the ball.

'Just us spending time together. Doing normal mom/son stuff. Remember couch cuddles?' She reminisced and the memory of us simply watching television together at night came flooding back. The intimacy of that special relationship between mother and son. 'Remember weekend sleep-ins?' She added, and my routine of climbing into her bed early in the mornings when Dad had gone to play golf, sometimes sleeping, sometimes wrestling... always loving, came back to me. 'I loved all of it,' she admitted as I nodded. 'It's only now that you're back, have I realized how much I'd missed it.'

Her sincere disclosure stirred me, and I wanted to admit I felt the same. Right then, the very thought of reenacting our weekend sleep-ins, something that had my cock pulsing in my shorts.

'Mom I...' I contemplated revealing my lust, to move in and kiss her on the lips. '...I missed it too,' I settled on owning up to only some of my emotions, and though nothing of the passion I harbored, it brought a satisfied smile to her face.

'I just wanted to say...' she paused and for a moment I stupidly thought she was about to confess her own incestuous desires. 'It's so good to have you back, Ollie,' she sighed, tears in her eyes, and then I did go to her, an arm affectionately around her shoulder as we headed toward the front door.

'It's good to be home,' I kissed the side of her head as we headed inside. 'Come on. Loser makes dinner,' I volunteered to her clear delight, and as I thought of her hand upon my cock, her semi-striptease, especially for me. I wondered who really had been the winner that day!

*

'So... Netflix and chill?' Mom slumped back on the couch beside me, settling into a relaxed yet overtly sexual position and I snorted on the sip of cola I'd just taken.

'What!?' I laughed, not allowing my eyes to dwell on her crotch. Remaining in her activewear playsuit, with one foot raised onto the couch and legs well spread, the bulge of her pussy dominated my vision, the clearly defined lines of her vulva almost demanding I pay it attention, not to mention the obvious slick of moisture darkening the length of cameltoe. Sweat, I told myself when I'd first spied it in the kitchen, now, as it tempted my lecherous gaze, I wondered differently.

'What?' Mom looked back seemingly bewildered at my reaction.

'I mean, we're not...' I could feel my face flushing.

'What?' She was seriously naive as to what she'd said, and I couldn't bring myself to explain it. 'Aren't we chillin'?' She made what I assumed she thought was some kind of gang sign with her hand and I just smirked and shook my head. 'What? Isn't that what you young ones say?' She smiled as she scrolled through the countless offerings with the remote.

'Maybe just Google it,' I tried to change the subject as I watched her navigate the streaming service, seeing Back to the Future pass by, Mom also noting its presence.

'That was your favorite movie when you were little,' she commented as it left the screen and I immediately thought of the near incest between Marty and his mother, an awkward and funny scenario then, now, a situation that had my cock twitching.

'We can watch that!' I was quick to propose. 'If there's nothing else, I mean,' thinking, hoping it could lead to something happening between us.

'Really!? Surely, we can find something new!' Mom responded and after a good fifteen minutes, we settled on an episode of Stranger Things, not the sexiest show we could've watched together but Karen Wheeler's swimsuit by the pool at least spiced things up.

Not that any added heat was needed. My position on the couch enabled me to admire my mother without compromise, her ass angled toward me, bare feet nearly touching my thigh. I was fixated on them, imagining sucking on her toes when she startled me with a question.

'Would you mind if I stretched out?'

'What?' I directed my eyes back onto the television.

'Well, you're actually in my spot!' She declared and I focused on her.

'What?'

'When I watch TV. I mean, when I was... before you came home,' she admitted.

'Oh. Sorry.'

'No, I don't mean it like that,' she laughed. 'Just, can I...' she picked up a cushion and crawled up along the couch. 'Can I rest my head on you?' She asked, almost pleadingly, and ever the gentleman, I readily agreed to her proposal, allowing her to place the cushion down on my thighs.

'This is just how it used to be,' Mom turned her head to look up at me, the weight of it and the cushion pressing down firmly on my groin. 'Remember you used to play with my hair?' She reminisced, smiling, and without pause, I lifted my hand to press upon her scalp, my fingers combing through her silken locks.

'Like this?' I whispered and she immediately sighed, turning her head back to watch the TV.

'Now everything's perfect,' she breathed and the intimacy of the moment, the pressure placed upon my cock, had it pulsing beneath the cushion.

With her lying on her side below me, I drifted my eyes along her body from head to toe and back. She had her hands tucked high between her thighs which caused her boobs to form the most impressive of cleavage, one nipple poking suggestively through the flesh-colored material. Each time my cock twitched with blood flow, I massaged harder on her scalp, hoping it'd mask the embarrassing consequences of our familial affection. Seriously doubting the effectiveness of my effort with the cushion itself moving with the power of my erection! If she was aware, she kept mum!