Sharon My Mother

Usually I write my story and simply go to publish with it. Early on I did review the story, and found that I changed the whole thing into something else.

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My parents. Billy and Rita had told me that they had adopted me as a baby. They told me that when I was quite young. Although that's all that they could tell me.

I had to go to a boys school. Which I hated. Having no females to be near to really dented most of the inmates confidence when we started to notice girls.

That remained with me until I managed to leave.

When I was eleven, my parents had a girl. Mary. She was 'their' child. A miracle. Since one of them was infertile. I heard the arguments.

Once Mary was born, I was pushed more to the side and I felt left out.

So much so I began to get into trouble. I was innocent. I never knew that it was stolen, illegal, not my property or my weed.

As soon as I could. I began my getaway plan. Contact the local authority. Say I was homeless and sofa surfing. Then voila I would get my own place.

That was the day after I turned eighteen. I had my own flat. Perhaps having my own place meant that I might lose my virginity. On the other hand I could wank at leisure.

Billy and Rita couldn't work out how or why I wanted my own place so young. But they did give me enough money to furnish the place so that was nice. I could never tell if it was through guilt, or just that they were glad to be rid of me.

I found a job, labouring. The work was awful but the pay was good. I never saw or heard of Billy and Rita for almost six months.

Then they called by. Out of the blue.

They had brought a letter from the adoption agency. Turns out my birth mother wanted to see me. Now I was an adult, they could put us in touch. If I wanted. Of course I wanted. At least that would put Billy and Rita's noses out.

Deep down though, they were my parents.

Sharon, my birth mother. Wrote a letter to me after I said yes. It went through the agency, so it was about a month late.

She regretted giving me up. Hoped that I had a better life than she could have ever given me, blah blah blah. At the end she left her mobile. In case I wanted to get in touch.

Curiosity got the better of me and I sent her a message. The reply was almost instant. 'I am so sorry for giving you up. I hope one day that you will forgive me. All I now wish for is to meet you. Love Sharon xx'

I waited a couple of hours to reply to her. I wanted to be sure that I wanted to, and that I said the right things. 'I am sure that you had good reasons. I have good parents. One day we might meet. Keep in touch. xx'

At work, Jeff, my boss asked about me being so distant of late.

"My real mother has been in touch. I told her that we might meet up one day, and I'm not too sure if I want to."

"I think you should meet her. I know a couple of people who were adopted too, and always wished that they knew about their birth mother and possibly their father too."

"Yeah. But my parents are Billy and Rita. This other woman is a stranger really. Is it not that she can clear her conscience?"

"It might be part of it. But I doubt it is all that. Go and meet her and if it turns out badly, tell me and I will help you. Time off and things."

"Ok. I'll send her a message. Thanks."

No time like the present. I thought. 'Sorry for taking my time. I would like to meet you. The best times for me are from when I finish on a Friday to Sunday afternoon. x"

Sharon replied straight away again. 'Thank you. Can we meet on Saturday about 1 o clock at the park in town? I will be by the bowling green, on the bench that faces the ice cream parlour. xx'

I replied ok to that, and told Jeff what I had done. "If there is any problem give me a ring as soon as you can. I'll be there for you."

You couldn't ask for more from your boss. Could you? My work picked up too.

Saturday morning. A bit hung over. Plenty of time to sort myself out and go and meet this woman.

As time wore on the more nervous I become.

12.30. The park was a fifteen minute walk. Plenty of time to clear my head on the way and I would get there early too.

There was about a half dozen old men playing their bowls. The bench was empty. Then I wondered. Should I sit there? Shall I wander about and keep checking by? I could always fuck off back to my flat.

Too late a woman walked straight up to the bench and sat there. She was not what I expected. She didn't look close to forty. Attractive. Certainly not slim. She looked well dressed, nice figure shoulder length mousey hair. Quite tall or did she have heels on?

Yet the way in which she sat there checking her phone and fidgeting. She might be on a blind date. Fuck it. I went over to her. "Sharon?"

She looked up to me, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm Sharon. You must be James?"

"Call me Jimmy please."

Out come a tissue. She wiped away the tears. Then she started. "I'm sorry for giving you away. But I was only fifteen when I found out I was pregnant. My parents forced me into it. Your father wanted nothing to do with me when I told him. Then just after my sixteenth birthday. I gave birth to you and they took you away from me. I have regretted that day ever since."

The tears were streaming down her face. "After that I left home and I never spoke to them again. Soon I got pregnant again. But there was complications early on and I lost that baby. From that there was complications, and I can no longer have any children. Being infertile left me single as soon as I told who was the current boyfriend at the time. But what kept me going was me hoping that at least you were having a good life."

"Wow. That is terrible. I'm sorry for what happened to you. I was told very recently there was always a good reason why a woman had to give up their child. I never really thought about it until then."

"You wouldn't really. Look at me all tearful and I swore to myself that I wouldn't. Can I buy you a coffee or something?"

At least she never asked if I wanted an ice cream.

"I live a few minutes away. Do you want to come there for coffee?"

"If you are sure about showing me where you live. I mean you don't know if I will become your stalker."

"Somehow I don't think that you will."

Sharon stood up with me. She must have stood at five ten. I'm six two. Her shoes were quite flat too.

As we walked towards my place, I kept looking at her. I could not see any resemblance to me. Must be my real dad that I look like. I suppose I will find out in time.

One of the first things I thought of. But kept to myself was. Did you buy me presents for my birthday and Christmas?

If I could get a question in that was.

Sharon wanted to know everything. What school, exam grades, why I lived alone. I blushed when she asked about girlfriends, and I told her that I never had one. She said that I was far too good looking not to have a one.

In mine. I put the kettle on. Sharon took off her coat and made herself comfortable. "So what can you say about my father?"

She told me his name. Adding that as far as she knows he emigrated to Canada around the time I was born. His parents are long dead. She had no clue about him.

"What about your parents?"

"They've passed too. My dad died suddenly, so I never spoke to him. I sat with my mother when she slipped away."

"No brothers, sisters?"

"Nope just me all alone in the world. Well I was all alone."

As I stirred our cups, Sharon walked into the kitchen. Tears forming in her eyes again. I took some kitchen roll and handed her the sheet.

"Thank you. I bet you never thought of such a weepy woman for your mother."

"To be honest I expected an older woman. Maybe very old like a witch, warts and all."

"Oh that's very nice calling me an old witch."

"No not you. Just what went around in my mind. But I never expected someone so younger than I did expect."

"Your too kind to me."

"I mean it. You had no choice in what happened. Especially at that time. Now things may have been different. I cannot dislike you."

That made the tears flow even more. Then Sharon began sobbing.

I put my arms out for her. She came closer and I held her as she cried away on my chest.

The smell of her hair, her perfume, and the absolute lack of holding women/girls. I began to get hard. Even though she was technically my mother.

In my mind she was Sharon. A woman that I had just met, and she was sobbing in my arms. Tightening her grip with her arms around my back squeezing me. Squashing her boobs into me more. I hoped that she would not be able to feel me.

Having not been in a situation even close to this. I tried saying. "There there." While holding her, Rubbing a hand over her back. I was sure that I should have felt a bra strap.

I don't think my attempts at comforting her helped. Yet the sobbing began to stop.

"Are you ok?" We were almost eye to eye. Tears still in hers.

Sharon looked at me, her bottom lip quivering. One of her hands came up and held my cheek. Her other hand at the back of my head. Her body still too close for comfort.

Then she pulled my head to her and she kissed me. Fully on the lips.

Her lips were ever so soft. My cock grew even more. She pulled slightly away and smiled, rubbing the side of my face.

There was a bit of her catching her breath with the crying. Then she kissed me again. I held her tighter, and kissed her back. Her hand holding the back of my head.

Now I was learning how to kiss. A bit of a crash course. But this was kissing. Any way that you looked at it.

Everything to do with getting a woman to bed I had learned watching porn. I thought it was bollocks then, and knew that would have been wrong.

I imagined that I should keep holding her and let one hand caress her back for a while. At least that would buy some time.

Sharon still holding me with one hand, used the other hand to get under my top and paw at my chest.

All I could think of was. How can she feel my tits, should I be grabbing hers?

Her hand let go of my head and moved one of mine to her arse.

Still kissing, I groped away at her ample behind. She started undoing my jeans.

Fuck that! I wanted a hold of some titty flesh. Groping at one of her breasts.

There was more than a handful. Sharon had a hold of my cock. My button and flies were undone my jeans still up.

This was turning into a lot of firsts.

She grabbed my wrists, and guided my hands to her waistband. I fumbled with the catch, and then the tiny zipper. Once they were undone, I slid a trembling hand towards her pussy. Fingers slipping under the elastic of her knickers, onto short pubic hair, and then cupped her mound. My middle finger spread her lips, and I felt what I had spent all of my teens wanting. A wet pussy.

I rubbed that finger around for a while. Not quite sure what I was exactly doing. But I was having no complaints so far.

Sharon managed to get my jeans to drop down, and get my boxers to follow. Leaving me stood so close to her raging hard on, all exposed down below.

Somehow, Sharon's pants fell off her. One of her hands helped. She held my throbbing cock with her other.

She lifted a bare leg and rested her foot on the bench. Then guided me by my cock. I had to lower myself slightly. But my bell end was touching her pussy lips.

Instinct made me push my way up her. Into that hot, wet hole of hers.

Sharon gasped as I penetrated her.

Then I began to thrust in and out of her.

With not that many strokes, I began spurting cum into her cunt.

Sharon gasped as I cum. I guessed that it would have been to hide her disappointment.

Then she froze.

She looked at me. With those tears in her eyes again, and bent down grabbed her trousers and fled to my bedroom.

I had to pull my boxers and jeans up to even move.

She was lying on my bed on her side, arse on show. Crying. Really crying.

I got onto my bed in front of her and tried to put an arm around her. She curled herself up tightly.

"I'm sorry."

"Your sorry. We should never have done that. It's just you looked so much like your father did. It was like I was back with him all those years ago. I could not stop myself."

"I'm sorry that I cum so quick. I have never done it before."

"That just makes it worse." More crying.

At least she let me try and comfort her this time.

"I cannot believe that I've done that."

"Done what?"

"Led you on. Fuck's sake I have just fucked my own son. No worse than that I have taken his virginity too."

She let me cuddle her. At least that seemed to slow down her sobbing.

I held onto her in silence. Her sobs slowed right down. They sounded more like hiccoughs.

Then she was asleep.

I had just had my cock up a woman. I should be celebrating, shouting it from the rooftops. So to speak.

There I was on my bed cuddling her as she slept.

I still didn't think of her as my mother. That just would not sink in.

Unsure if I nodded off. My arm ached with Sharon trapping it under her. But she began to come round.

"Hey sleepy head."

Sharon smiled, and gently rubbed my cheek.

"Are you ok now?"

"I don't know what to think."

"What if I told you that I enjoyed it. Obviously."

"I did too. But I was still wrong."

"Have you told anyone that you were meeting me?"

"Nobody. Why?"

"Then this is our secret. Nobody knows. Except us, and I am not going to say anything. Are you?"

"That's so sweet. I shouldn't have though."

"No we shouldn't have. I should have stopped you too. You cannot blame yourself."

I watched her as that thought bounced around her head.

At least she was trying to use her head. My head was being led by my cock, and that wanted to try again.

"You are exactly like your dad. He would have said the same things. Then tried to get in my knickers. Are you wanting to get in my knickers again?"

"Your not wearing them."

"Oh god I'm not even dressed properly."

"I wasn't going to complain."

"Close your eyes a minute. I'm going to freshen up."

"Why do I have to close my eyes?"

"I don't want you looking at my bum."

"Ok. Go on then."

I closed my eyes until I felt the bed go lighter. Her ass might have been on the large side. But it was really sexy and wobbly with dimples of cellulite. My favorite shape of a woman when watching a lot of porn.

Sharon walked back into the room. She still had her blouse on, straightened out. Now hanging lower, covering everything.

Sharon climbed back onto the bed. Keeping a distance. Some questions followed. "How many people have you told about meeting me? Have you told them that you have met me?

"I texted my mother that I was going to meet up with you, and that was it. I think she is worried that you are going to steal me away from her. Not that they care. I talked to my boss Jeff about my worries. I won't see him till he picks me up on Monday morning. Why? And who have you told?"

"I have nobody to confide in with something like this. I was just curious that's all."

"You know that I could tell my mam that you were an old woman, who. I don't know, say she's terminally ill and wanted to see me before she croaked. Then I could say the same to Jeff. But add that I scored with a MILF just before meeting the old crone."

"Who is the MILF?"

"You are. And you are one. Do not try to say no."

"Why tell him though?"

"Because I will be a happy chap come Monday morning, and he will want to know why."

"How did you pull me then."

It took a moment. "I was waiting for my birth mother at the park. I was looking through my phone when this gorgeous MILF come to me. She had just lost her phone, could I help her and ring it, perhaps we might find it. Sure enough it was not too far away. Then she wanted to thank me but the old woman turned up. But the MILF had my number already, she sent a thank you text one thing led to another and back to mine Saturday night. How's that then!"

"So I pulled you?"

"You kissed me. I was a virgin not that long ago remember?"

"Why such a long story to tell?"

"That is the first thing that come to me. I will need a story, a good one at that and to be able to believe it myself . Then I can tell it with belief. That detail really makes it good. Perhaps you might want to stay a little longer?"

"For what exactly?"

"Whatever you want. I don't know..."

"I can guess what."

Feeling brave and pretty sure I closed the gap between us. "I think that you would have put your trousers back on at the bathroom, but something changed your mind. And to only turn me on was not all you want."

"How can a fat woman turn you on?"

"Because there is no way that you are fat. Beautiful gorgeous and sexy oh yes. Fat no."

I put a hand on her shoulder, began to trace a finger up and down her upper arm. praying that had done the trick. I was now flat out of ideas.

"You just want to use me. Something for you to practice on."

"Somebody to make you happy."

I shifted my hand to just around her hip, her blouse still under my hand.

Then leaned in and gently kissed her soft lips.

"What was that for?"

"Because I wanted to. And to get an idea of what you were thinking."

"I don't even know what I'm thinking."

"You never stopped me. So you must be thinking of staying here longer."

"I might just like the way that you kiss."

I kissed her again. Now she kissed me back. As our lips remained together. I closed the gap. So we could hold each other tightly. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth and found mine. All I could do was to do the same to her.

I began squeezing her big tits, from over her blouse. Then slid a hand underneath to feel her flesh for real.

Her nipples were hard. That's all I could think of. And when is the best time to get them out and try and suck them.

Sharon stopped kissing. "Get ready under the quilt."

"What for?"

"I'm closing the curtains and the door. Remember I'm fat, and your not seeing my wobbly bits."

My jeans and boxers were off in a flash. I got under the duvet in time to watch Sharon walk back from shutting my bedroom door, and take off her blouse. I just managed to see most of her body. Before she cuddled back in to me.

"Fuck me, you are so sexy. Are you sure that you want to be with me? I mean I never lasted that long before did I?"

"Sssh. Don't say anything. Relax and enjoy."

She kissed me some more again. I felt her hand take hold of my cock, she slowly wanked me while still kissing me. I felt confident enough to try my tongue in her mouth.

Sharon got on top of me. I could barely make her body out in the dark. I felt her hand on me again. "Just relax this time. If you feel that you are close, raise your knees up, then I will stop until you drop them back down. Ok?"

She guided me inside her again. The warmth and wetness around my cock was mind blowing. I started to breathe deeply, making myself relax. Getting my mind to get over it. I was not going to cum straight away.

Sharon remained upright, hardly moving herself with my cock buried deep up her.

All I heard was relax and mmm.

Then she rode me more. Sliding up and down my shaft a little more, still nice and gently. It was when she started sliding my whole length that I had to bring my knees up. True to her word. Sharon stopped dead. "There that's it take your time and breathe. Good?"

On lowering my knees she carried on. Slower at fist, but still using the full length of me.

I went to hold her boobs. She already held them. Pulling on her own nipples. When she felt my hands, she grabbed them and got me to cup her breasts. With her hands still on mine she got me to squeeze them first, before getting me to pull at her nipples.