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My name is Luke, I’m 20, and up until a few years ago I was your typical 18-year-old.
My days usually consisted of me playing on the Xbox and spending countless hours searching the Internet for porn. My family life was that of a normal 18-year-old living in England. I lived with my Mother, Father and my sister Kelsie.
Life was good, I didn’t have anything to worry about. I had just left college and was looking for a job, but kept receiving rejection after rejection. My sister Kelsie would tease me because she had a job and I didn’t. Kelsie was a year older than me; I let her tease me for one reason: she was hot. I didn’t care that she was my sister, she was the first girl I ever thought about in a sexual way. She was short and curvy with perfect breasts. When she would leave for work I would always look around the house in the hope of finding a pair of her panties. I had been sniffing her panties for years, sure it was weird, but I just put it down to a phase I was going through.
Other than sniffing my sister’s panties I was your normal 18-year-old. My mam was a lot more supportive than my dad when it came to me getting a job. She knew that I was trying but there wasn’t any out there. My dad would get angry with me and say things like: “you’re wasting your life away on that Xbox.” He was a dick!
My 18th birthday had arrived. I went downstairs to open my cards. I opened all but one. It didn’t look like all the other cards. This one had my home address written on it. It looked more like a letter then a card. I opened it up and read the first line: “to my son” out loud. I was shocked because I had already opened the card from my mother. I went on the read the rest of the card.
“I’m sorry I had to let you go.
There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about you.
Love your mother, Rachel.”
I looked at my mother and could clearly see she was shaken up from what she had just heard. “What’s going on, mam?” I asked.
“I can’t do this, not now.” Mam said.
“Michelle it’s time you tell him the truth.” My dad said.
“Truth?” I said.
“Sit down, baby.” My mam said.
I sat down and looked at my mother. She was crying.
“When Kelsie was born I encountered some problems. It meant I couldn’t have any more kids. And your father and I desperately wanted another baby.” She started to cry more, before blurting out: “You’re adopted.”
I was in shock. It was as if time had stopped.
“What do you mean ‘adopted’?” I said. Mam and dad just looked at me with a look of guilt.
I sat on the sofa for around 20 minutes without saying a word. I needed to think. I took the birthday card and left the room. I re-read the card and noticed there was an email address on the back.
The next few weeks came and went. I barely spoke a word to anyone. I couldn’t get my head around what had happened. I decided I want to email the email address on the card. I took me a week to figure out what to write. I eventually put:
“This is Luke (Your son); I have one question: Why?”
To my surprise I received an email back later that night. It read:
“I was vulnerable; I was scared. I wanted you to have the best life possible. You stood more of a chance without me in your life.”
I believed what she was saying, I was very confused but I found myself wanting to talk to her more. I wanted to get to know her.
Over the next few months we had exchanged hundreds of emails. I got to know Rachel a lot. I knew all her favourite movies and the foods she liked and why she decided to move to Tampa, Florida, USA. It was like she was my best friend. One night I asked her to send me a photo of her. She agreed, if I send her one of me. I agreed. A few hours later I received an email with a file attached. It was a photo of my mother. “Wow, shit. She’s hot.” I thought to myself. She was posing infront of a mirror in a tight purple dress, showing a large amount of cleavage.
After we exchanged more emails Rachel had suggested to me that she thinks it would be a good idea if I went to visit her in Tampa. I was nervous at first but then I thought I should go. I had arranged to visit her for two weeks. My adopted mother, Michelle, wasn’t keen on the idea but I didn’t really care what she wanted me to do. She had lied to me all my life; I had decided I wanted to go and get to know my real mother.
The weeks went by slowly but eventually the day of my trip to Tampa had arrived. As I left for the airport in my taxi I could see the look in my mother’s eyes. I could tell she was heartbroken. It was then I put my bags down, went over and gave her a hug. I told her that this is something I need to do. I told her I will be home in two weeks and we can talk then. I told her I loved her and got in the taxi.
It took a long time getting there but I had finally arrived in Tampa. I got a cab from the airport and went to Rachel’s house. The cab pulled up in a rather posh neighborhood. I was in shock. “Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked the driver. He assured me this was the right place. The house was huge. It looked very modern. I walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. Suddenly the door opened and Rachel greeted me. She gave me the biggest hug I had ever received. This was a huge moment in my life, and I knew that, but all I could think about was how hot she was. She had on a White summer dress that showed a lot of cleavage.
We hugged for a few minutes before Rachel started to cry. “My beautiful son.” She said.
She gave me a tour of the house. It was amazing, she even had a games room. The thing that shocked me the most was her accent; she sounded like a typical American. If you didn’t know her you would think she was born in the USA.
I should have been thinking about how amazing it was meeting my real mother for the first time but all I could think about was how hot she was. She was 5’7 and filled with curves. She has huge natural breasts and she liked to show them off. She had long brown hair. She was definitely a MILF.
Eventually we ended up in the living room. I was sat on the sofa and Rachel was in the kitchen getting us some drinks. Everything seemed surreal. We got talking and Rachel started to cry, telling me she was sorry for letting me go. All I have thought about for the last few weeks is: “Why didn’t she want me?” but on the flight to Tampa I realised life is short to hold grudges.
“I know giving me up wasn’t an easy decision and I know you regret it. I want to have a relationship with you now. That is what is important. I forgive you.” I told her.
She wept and hugged me. It was as if I had just taken a huge weight of her shoulders. A few minutes later she had suggested I should go and get a shower whilst she makes dinner. So that’s what I did. During the shower all I could thing about was how stunning my mother was. She was beautiful. It didn’t take long for me to get an erection. I began masturbating. Tugging on my dick, thinking about my mother. Thinking about fucking her. It wasn’t long until I shot the biggest load I have ever shot.
I got out the shower and dried off. I changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs for dinner. I sat down at the table and waited for the food. It wasn’t long before Rachel came out of the kitchen with two trays full of food. We talked about various things whilst we ate. I couldn’t stop starring at her tits. They were busting out of her dress. I tried to stop looking, I didn’t want her to catch me looking.
That night I slept like a baby. The flight really took a lot out of me. I woke up the next day and went to the kitchen. Rachel was in there making some breakfast. I quickly realised she likes to wear revealing clothes. She was wearing a short dark blue night-dress with white dots on it. It barely covered her ass-checks. Her tits were ready to fall out. She also had on some black high-heels. I couldn’t believe what she was wearing. She said: “Morning honey.”
“Morning Mam.” I replied.
She looked at me and began to tear up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“That’s the first time you have called me ‘mam’.” She said.
I guess it was. It just felt natural to call her mam now. I sat at the table and let mam prepare breakfast. She opened a cupboard door and bent over to get some plates. Her dress had risen up her back, leaving me to get a clear view of her panties. She had some pink lace ones on. I was in shock at how revealing her clothing was. “Does she not realise what she is doing to me.” I thought to myself.
After we ate she told me she was going to do some shopping. She went to get dressed. She came downstairs wearing another revealing dress. I stayed sat down so I could hide my boner. The second I heard the door close I ran to the window to see her drive off. I then went to her room. I opened her closet and began looking for her panties. The first draw I opened was filled with tops, the second, BINGO!! It was packed with panties. She was clearly a very sexual person. She had all kinds of panties. I took a black lace thong and went to her bed. I pulled the thong up to my face and began masturbating. It didn’t take long for me to cum. I had gotten some on mam’s bed sheets. I went and got some water to clean it off. I did the best I could do.
20 minutes later I heard the front door close. Mam was back from shopping. I went and sat on the sofa whilst she put the shopping away. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked. She noticed I was being very quiet.
“It’s nothing mam.” I replied.
“You can tell me anything.” She said.
“I have feelings for you.” I said.
“I have feelings for you too, son.” She said.
“Not normal feelings, sexual feelings.” I said.
“Oh.” She said, sounding shocked.
She then told me something I didn’t expect to hear from her.
“When you sent me your photo I had some strange feelings myself. So, I looked it up online. It turns out its quite common for a mother and son to feel sexually attracted to each other. I think it’s called genetic sexual attraction; something like that.”
“You’re sexually attracted to me?” I asked her.
Suddenly it was her who was being quiet. Suddenly it was her who looked guilty. I could tell she didn’t mean to tell me that, she just blurted it out.
I sat closer to her and put my hand on her leg. I began going higher and higher up her dress. I pulled her face to mine and began kissing her lips slowly. I could tell she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She was powerless to stop because of the urges she had for me. Suddenly my hang reached her panties. I pulled them to one side and started to rub her clit.
Mam’s moans began to get louder and louder.
“We both want this, we’re both adults. Let’s enjoy it.” I said.
She began to kiss me back passionately. I pulled her dress over her head and began sucking her nipples. “My son, that feels so good.” She moaned.
“I have always wanted to feel your touch on my nipples.” She said.
I pulled her knickers down and slowly started to part her legs. I stopped and stared at her pussy. It didn’t have much hair on it, just a little at the top. I began to lick her clit.
“Lick your mother’s pussy.” She screamed. “My sweet son is pleasuring his mommy.” she added. Hearing her talk dirty was music to my ears.
“Nice and slow.” She said. Adding: “That feels so good.”
“Son, you’re making mommy cuuuuuum.” She screamed.
It was then I stopped.
“Don’t stop baby, keep going.” She said.
“I want us to cum together.” I said.
“I want you inside me.” She said.
She looked me in the eyes and asked me, “Do you want your mother?”
“More than anything.” I answered.
She laid on her back and opened her legs for me. I slowly inserted my rock hard dick into her pussy.
“Oooooh.” She moaned.
“Your cock feels so good inside me.” She moaned.
I slowly pushed back and forwards before leaning in to kiss her. Our tongues tangled with one another.
“My baby feels so good inside his mother.” She said.
“Tell mommy you love to fuck her.” She screamed.
“I love to fuck you mommy.” I moaned.
“I want to fuck you every single day, mam.” I added.
“Don’t leave baby. Let’s stay together and make love every day.” She said.
Maybe it was the way her pussy made me feel, the tightness of it; or maybe it was the way she looked when I was fucking her, the sweat dripping off her, the passion of what we were doing, but I decided right then and there that I was staying in Tampa with mam for good.
“I’m never leaving you mommy. I’m staying for good. I am going to pleasure you every day.” I said.
She pulled my head down and began kissing me passionately.
“That’s my baby’s cock inside me, oh my god.” She moaned.
“I can’t believe you’re fucking me.” She added.
“Make me cum.” She screamed. It was a wonder how the whole street didn’t hear her. She screamed it that load.
I began thrusting quicker and quicker until we both climaxed together in a glorious orgasm. My cock erupted in her pussy. I could feel my cum mix with her juices. It was like her pussy was on fire. I collapsed on top of her and put my arms around her waist.
“Wow.” I said.
“That was beautiful.” She said.
“I love you mam. I’m never going to leave you.” I told her.
Part 2 to follow.
In part 2 me and mam explore each other's bodies more.