I was just about to stop this, I mean really, I was on my kitchen counter! It was where I made food, where I ate, did the dishes, and my pantie clad ass was on the counter! But, just as he broke the kiss he was giving me allowing me say something I felt my panties being pulled to the side and his cock entered me yet again! At that point, with a “HUMMMFFF” my resolve to stop him evaporated.
This was Sunday morning, we made love, ate breakfast, made love, took a shower, and made love in the shower. Boy was he strong, he lifted me, lowering me on his cock in the shower. Funny I never even thought of slipping and never felt safer than with him.
After the shower we got dressed then ended tearing each others clothes off and making love again in bed. Afterwards we actually made it out of the house, where I thought it would be easier to avoid his seductive charms. I took him to a park not far from my house, found a parking spot and made love yet again, this time in the car, after which we walked around the park a while.
He then began sharing things with me, we had previously talked intimately several times on line but it was nothing like being face to face. Reaching a baseball diamond with some bleachers we sat together, I was afraid he might fuck me here too. What was scary was I would have let him!
“Sam, I really like you, and want to know more about you.”
Feeling the same I replied “You first. Tell me something special I don’t know about you.”
“HUMMM.” He thought for a moment. “I am adopted…” he said.
“You are? Wow. I would have never guessed, you are so together.”
“My mom and dad did a wonderful job raising me, I had every advantage and they didn’t let me get away with anything… and I mean anything. They never abused me ever, but they kept me in line and I graduated high school valedictorian. And I have a full scholarship in college, I owe them everything.”
“What happened to you birth mom?” I asked.
“don’t know but it is your turn… Tell me something now.”
I smiled and nodded my head, it was my turn and I owed him a truth, I thought for a moment before saying something I never expected myself to utter. “I had a son when I was very young and gave him up for adoption.”
“You told me about that on my last birthday… but can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” I answered.
“Why did you give him up?”
I took a deep swallow of breath, feeling the blood leave my face, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to answer his question, it was that I never admitted it to anyone before. I felt my eyes starting to sting as I opened my mouth.
“It was the hardest thing I had ever done.” I felt the tears start dripping on my cheeks. “I was young, still in school, no job, and had no way of supporting myself, let alone a son.” I had a hard time looking at him while I spoke. “I am ashamed of myself.”
“What about your mom and dad?” he asked.
“They refused to help me, they denied my son, their own grandson.”
I breathed for a long time then went on.. “I haven’t really spoken to them since and don’t think I ever will again.”
“I am so sorry Samantha, I wish I could do something to help. That had to have hurt.” He said, putting his arms around me, for the first time ever I cried over the loss of my son in someone’s arms.
It took a good long time before I calmed down enough and heard him say.
“I hope my mom felt like you when she gave me up.”
“I am sure she did, I can tell your form experience that I’ve never ever felt worse than the day I said goodbye to my son. It was the hardest thing I have ever done, and I swear I would never do it again.”
He continued to hold me, he fit with me like a glove which left me feeling his compassion and love, he had a lot of both to give.
“So, ask me something else you want to know.” I prompted.
“Ok, where did you live when you were pregnant.
I told him Junction City.
He responded with “WWWOOOO. Now I am getting worried, I was borne in Garry Indiana. and a horrible thought crossed my mind, with the birthdays and all that you might be my mom…”
“GARRY… Indiana…” I garbled, feeling a little faint.
“Yea.” He answered. “That’s where I was born. At Charity hospital in Garry.” He said it almost cheerfully. Then I heard him yell “SAM!!”
I came to in his arms, he only just caught me before I fell completely off the bleachers. The first word he said to me was “MOM???” The first word I was able to get out of my mouth was “SON???”
Afterwards we talked for a long time, I couldn’t believe it.. the chances of me being his mother were so slim that I couldn’t process it. We went home and found a place to take a D. N. A. test. Later that evening we sat on the sofa looking at each other, damn, he was so handsome, I looked at him as my friend, my lover and my son. He was all three and I didn’t want to give any of it up.
“Samuel, I love you, I don’t know if you are or aren’t my son yet, but what I do know is that I’ve fallen for you hard.. I love you. I don’t want to stop where our relationship had led us. I am in love with you and I want you. I need you to want me too.”
“I do Samantha, I have always wanted you, I want you even now, even though you might be my mom, I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”
“Think?”
“Well, Yea, Well, shit. Yes, I am in love with you too. and what is funny is I want you to be my mom as well. I want to find out that you are my mom… and I don’t want to stop loving you either. I want you Samantha, and I want to make love to you too.”
“Then take me… take me to our room and take what’s yours. and don’t stop. Whether I start crying or not, just keep loving me. keep loving me no matter what…”
He came towards me, picked me up off the sofa, carried me to our room and to our bed then made love to me. It wasn’t the hard-core erotic fucking he had given me the days before, he made love softly, gently, passionately. He took his time memoizing my body, enjoying every inch of it, I was happy to let him too.
We carried on like lovers, he changed colleges started back to school, I was in a position to pay for the education but I didn’t have to, my firm offered to sponsor him in college, which we had previously done for several students as a tax right off and for public relations.
We barely slowed down, I was back at work, not really happy, but I owed my firm a lot due to them sponsoring my son, my lover, my future.
I came home from work one day and picked up the mail, it was a letter from DNA diagnostics, with great dread I held in while waiting for my son to return home.
When Samuel arrived home and saw my expression he asked “What’s wrong?”
I held up the envelope, immediately I saw the color drain from his face, I had no idea he was as worried about it as much as I was, he came and sat by me.
“I don’t want to change what we are.” He said firmly.
I could see his eyes begin to gloss up, and I will tell you I have never felt more wanted in my life. My lips started to turn up as I realized he was going to fight to keep me, but he didn’t have to fight, I wasn’t going to leave him, no matter what the letter said, I wanted to be with him as my lover.
Kissed him I said. “I am going to make love to you… So… All I want to know is do you want to find out if you’re a mother-fucker… Before… or after we start???”
He took the letter and tore it open, seeing his eyes I could tell he was reading it. thoroughly, long moment passed before he looked up into my eyes and said. “This letter will not change us. I am not giving you up… MOM!!”
I smile, but somehow, I was not surprised at all.
“Well are you going to take me to our room and make love to me like a good little mother fucker or not???”
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EPELOGUE.
It has now been ten years since I found my son, my lover and my sole mate, we have been happily married for nine and a half of them.
I gave birth to twin girls, and they look a lot like daddy, brother, they are two healthy and great looking girls. We were worried for the same reason I’m sure you are, but we had them checked out completely before I delivered them and pleased to say that they were fine when I delivered them with my son, lover, husband, best friend and soul mate right there beside me, coaching me through each contraction.
I have since talked to my parents for the first time in almost fifteen years, they admitted they’d missed me, I told them I missed my son too. I told them that I had found him and if they wanted to meet their grandson, I would arrange it. They told me they would get back to me, but they haven’t bothered to call me back yet, and I haven’t called them back either.
My husband graduated from college and has a phenomenal job, he works around sixty hours a week making great money. Sam loves his work but he also makes time to be at home to be with me and our daughters.
I have asked him a few times if he wanted to try for a son but he kept telling me that the risk is too great that another incestuous child might come out a problem. So, we are all happy with the two girls.
I love my girls and my husband-son, they also love me. it doesn’t make up for my loss of my son when he was young but I got through it.
One last thing. I met Samuels adopted parents, he was right they are wonderful people. They aren’t too happy about us being together, but they still invite us for holidays, birthdays and weekends. You should see them with our two girls. Just watching them with Katlin and Katherine is enough to make my heart sing, they are beautiful together.
Thank you for reading…