This story begins all the way back when I was thirteen, but first let me introduce myself. My name is Angela. When I was thirteen I had a boyfriend who was sixteen. I thought I was ready for sex so I persuaded him to fuck me. Karma was against us and the condom broke resulting in me getting pregnant. I decided against abortion and decided to but up my would-be-son for adoption. Ever since then I wondered how he was and how he was growing up to be. Also in that time my boyfriend was killed by my father in a drunken stupor, which resulted in my fathers arrest and life in prison. As you can see… my life hasn’t exactly been one to brag about, but there is a silver lining.
I one day decide to find out where my lost son is located. I added up the years to figure out how out he would be and it so happened that his eighteenth birthday had been a couple weeks ago. I was eager to see what he was like after all these years and if he was even interested in seeing me. Many things ran through my mind as I began my search for him. I went to the adoption agency first, which gave me a good start. Then I remembered… he just turned eighteen. This meant that he would be getting the little bank account that I set up for him when I was sixteen. I managed to put roughly twenty-five thousand dollars in the account. It was set up so that once he turned eighteen, he would get all the money. I went to the bank where I set up the account and made a few inquires. This got me the information I wanted. I found out my son’s name was Jason, which meant who ever adopted him had kept the original name in mind. I also came to find that with the money he was to be getting that he was moving out on his own and had already rented an apartment for himself. I asked if the bank would allow me to represent them and take him the money since I was his mother and the owner of the account to this point. The bank allowed it and gave me the location to the apartment.
I rushed back to my apartment and put on the best out fit I owned. It was a white dress shirt with a tight black blazer and matching skirt that went a little passed half way down my thighs. One quick check in the mirror and I saw for the first time that I was sexy once again. My face was bright and my dark, sea blue eye shown like two little stars. I was only thirty-one which was not old by any standard but I felt old, until now. I looked at myself in the mirror for at least fifteen minutes until I realized how pathetic I was being and walked out to the car. The drive was not much more than forty-five minutes, which was good because with in that time the butterflies in my stomach had caused a storm with the fluttering of their wings.
I stepped out of the car and despite the warm, almost hot, weather, I still had goose pimples up and down my arms. I was nervous as hell and had no idea how to introduce myself. As I walked up to the door I came up with the stupid idea of saying that I was with the bank. Why I came up with this idea I’ll never know, but it is the catalyst for the events ahead.
I knocked on the door. A few seconds later a young man opened the door. My breath was taken away and I stood dumbfounded for what seemed like hours. I stared into his eyes which were so much like mine and instantly saw his father. Their facial features were identical. The only thing on Jason that was mine, was his deep blue eyes and his sandy blonde hair; the rest was his father’s.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, Jason spoke, “And you are?” he asked with a voice that was identical to his father’s.
“Hi,” I said with a smile. “I’m with your bank.”
“Ah so you’re here for the money?” he asked.
I nodded and he showed me in. The apartment was nearly completely bare except for the stacked boxes at the entrance which I nearly managed to trip on clumsily with my high heels. I never wore the damn things very often enough to get used to walking in them. We walked into the kitchen where there was a wooden table and a few chairs. We sat and began discussing the account. As we talked it was like talking to his father as if he had not aged a year. The two were so similar. I came to learn that he was into the arts as our talk progressed. He had sold a few paintings and was a part time manager at a local art gallery. He offered to show me one of the paintings and I of course agreed and followed him through a small hall way to a bare bed room with a bed and a few paintings on the wall.
I gasped when I saw them. “They’re beautiful,” I said, my eyes scanning them.
Jason reached out and held my hand. “You’re beautiful.”
My heart skipped a beat. I had no idea what to say or think. I was this boy’s mother but he didn’t know that. My mind couldn’t think of anything to say so I did what seemed smartest. I took him into my arms and kissed him as if he were my lover. He kissed me back. Passion over took us and soon our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. He slid his tongue into my mouth and it playfully danced around mine before it slid out again and his teeth came softly down on my lower lip. Out eyes were both closed and the passion escalated.
One of his hands went from where it rested gently on the back of my head, down my back, slowly turned and moved to one of my breasts. It expertly contracted around my breast and pleasure instantly made my knees quiver. I felt his other hand go for the buttons on my skirt and the hand massaging my breast began to unbutton my blazer. Swiftly I moved my hands to his jeans and unbuttoned them. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing underwear and his half hard cock stood before me. Like his father’s, it was also large. After this my hands moved up to his shirt and I daintily lifted it off to reveal a toned, muscular body.
I too was out of my clothes by now and we stood before each other. He led me to the bed and continued to pleasure me. He kissed his way down from my lips to my neck and swirled his tongue on my skin. I writhed in pleasure and let out soft moans indicating that he was doing everything just right. From my neck he moved down to my breasts and began to suckle them and lightly bite them. My moans became louder as he took his time with each breast. Suckling them, nibbling on them, and massaging them, he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
He slowly kisses his way down to my navel which he kissed softly and continued on down ward to my pink velvet flesh between my legs. He ran a finger up and down the slit and then spread the lips apart. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue out at my clit. His tongue circled the small, sensitive bulb and I let out the loudest moan yet. I could feel and orgasm quickly coming and I stopped him and pulled him into me for a kiss. I grabbed his cock gently and guided it to my entrance. It slid in and my muscles instantly contracted around it. It was Jason who was now moaning with pleasure. He pushed it further and further inside me. I gasped as it touched the cervix. He slowly pulled back until it was half way out and slowly thrust it back in. Our passion raged as he thrust harder and faster. Our moans became soft screams of pleasure. My organ engulfed his and contracted around it. I could feel him grow and harden inside me. we both drew near to orgasm.
I reached mine first and my muscles contracted harder than ever a round his hard cock. Then I could feel it. It jumped inside me and released its milk into me. The muscles inside me began to naturally milk it of its juices. Our passion had climaxed. As we lay there in the aftermath of our pleasure with him still inside me, I told him, “Jason… you are my son.”
Note: the story ends here because I want you the reader to fill in the blank. Plus I couldn’t think of any thing else.
