Her Second Chance A birth mother and her son fall in love after meeting, incest stories, Linda Harris sat quietly on the edge of her bed watching the seconds hand on the wall clock by the door slowly come full circle again and again. This was supposed to have been a happy day for her, but deep down she knew something had gone terribly wrong. She wondered to herself repeatedly how any normal human being could feel what she was feeling at that moment.
Just a few hours earlier Linda had finally saw one of her few dreams come true when she met her biological son at his motel room at the Days Inn just down the street. She had given him up for adoption when she was sixteen, and had subsequently spent the next twenty-six years thinking and wondering about him.
She had received a phone call two weeks earlier from her brother, the man her son had managed to locate after having received a copy of his birth certificate and cold calling around until he had contacted one of her cousins. Michael had informed her of her son’s desire to meet her and passed along the phone number he had been given. She was ecstatic when she heard her son’s voice for the first time.
John Wilson had offered to come to her and meet her at the motel so that she wouldn’t have to even consider making a long trip to him. He lived in Newark, Delaware, while she was in Jacksonville, Florida.
Because she was still unhappily married to a man who had a tenacity to make fast enemies out of her closest friends, she agreed to meet him at the motel rather than invite him to stay with her.
And today had been the day she met him.
She had gone to the motel not knowing what to expect or what he would look like, but from the first moment that she saw his face, she knew that he was an almost mirror image of the man she had loved so many years ago. The resemblance had been so striking that she found herself spending more time listening to him than speaking, since her mind was awash in memories of the man she still thought about in spite of his having abandoned her the day he learned of her pregnancy.
John wasn’t a Navy man as his biological father had been, but that may have been the only difference between them. Standing at six feet tall and possessing naturally curly brown hair and baby blue eyes, he would have looked exactly like his father had he been wearing a naval outfit. She even believed that John’s voice was eerily similar to his father’s, or at least to what his father’s voice had sounded like twenty-six years earlier.
John might as well have met his mother dressed to impress. He had looked exceptionally handsome in black denim jeans, a white silk shirt unbuttoned at the top, and a black corduroy jacket. Rounding off his outward appearance were a pair of Nike’s that looked brand new.
Linda had gone to meet him dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a light blue shirt under a thin white jacket, with high-heeled shoes topping off her outfit.
The smell of her son’s cologne, which he identified as Angel, had simply been the icing on this cake that she had sat and stared at for almost two hours while he briefly went through various details of his life. She had forgotten most of what he had said, if she had even really heard it to begin with.