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.
As she sat in her own bedroom going over everything that had happened at the motel, she thought that just maybe, if her son hadn’t been eyeing her the way he was, perhaps she wouldn’t be feeling so peculiar. Or maybe it had been a combination of that along with his quick glance at her behind when he thought she hadn’t noticed as she had walked to the bathroom. Or maybe it was both of those in addition to the way he had told her how unexpectedly beautiful a woman he had found her to be.
Had it not been for the fact that he was a perfect gentleman who physically reminded her so much of her former love, she might have walked away from the motel thinking that her son was a mixed up pervert who was abnormally interested in his mother. But then again, it was she who was sitting alone wondering if she was herself such a fiend for feeling something for the man she had given birth to.
John had told her that he would be staying at the motel for ten days. Meeting his mother was the reason he had chosen to take his annual vacation in Florida, and so she knew that she would be able to see him the next day. But she was nervous. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him again. She wanted to see him very much, and yet she feared that she would be going to see him for the wrong reasons. Terrible reasons.
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John Wilson had never been able to understand how his fetish for older women and mother/son incest originally came about. All he knew for sure was that he enjoyed stealing looks at beautiful mature women and wondering each time he would see one walking around with her young son in tow if the boy had ever scored with his mother.
Whatever the underlying cause might have been, one thing that certainly was not the cause was the woman who had adopted him. The mother who had raised him had never done or said anything that might have contributed to this, and he had never felt the slightest bit interested in her romantically.
He had felt comfortable driving down to Florida with the thought that whoever and whatever his biological mother turned out to be, she would be no different from his adoptive mother in that neither would be anywhere on his radar screen. Besides, he knew from his conversations with her on the phone that she was married, and this surely would put any interest he might have found in her to a quick death.
All this changed within an instant the moment he opened the door and saw his birth mother for the first time. Without a doubt, her beauty and his fetish collided, and he knew he would have a difficult time trying not to think about her the way he did other mature mothers he had never known personally and would probably never meet.
Linda had been exquisite for a woman of beauty, especially in light of her being forty-two. Such an age was usually around the peak for women he had found highly desirable, and Linda must surely have been at her peak.
Her hair was every bit as brown as his own, lacking only the natural curls that his had. Her eyes were the same color, and her face couldn’t have been any more attractive had he been able to adjust it himself. Even in those first few seconds he had been unable to resist quickly glancing down at her shapely figure. Those breasts he felt himself immediately wanting to taste were just as alluring as her legs and hips.
He had been at ease talking to her for the two hours she was there with him, but just as soon as she had gotten up about midway through her visit and walked past him towards the bathroom, he took the opportunity she had given him to steal a glance at her shapely behind, only to suddenly notice her eyes in the mirror in front of her having caught him.
Perhaps that was why she had only spent two hours there. Maybe it explained why she had left with just a mild hug and no real enthusiasm about having met him. His desire for her had inspired him to retreat to the bathroom after she had gone in order to relieve the erotic tension, but the thought that he had really blown things by getting caught looking at her ass was enough to dampen the mood.
That night he had gone out looking for some place to go, something to do that would take his mind off Linda for a while. Afterall, he was on vacation. But each time he came across a mall or store that seemed to beckon to his habit of spending money recklessly, he would quickly find that his only thought was on what he might buy Linda to give her the next day.
He didn’t want to be too obvious, and certainly roses or flowers were out of the question. Surely a nice card would be a good start, but what kind of gift would be appropriate to give your mother, especially when he happened to have nearly unrestrained thoughts of the both of them giving their bodies up to each other with wild abandon?
He finally settled on a gift pack from a body store located in a strip mall along Blanding Boulevard. He had always loved the scent of Cucumber Melon, and in this gift were body lotion, body wash, shampoo and conditioner, and body spray, along with a few other little things. And that would have to be it for now. Too much would be foolish.
Once he had returned to the motel, he ordered a pizza from a local restaurant and had it delivered to his room. While he waited for the food to arrive, he found the movie ‘Solaris’ playing on HBO and was happy to see something he enjoyed watching repeatedly at home.
The movie hadn’t done well at the box office, and he had always thought it was due to this love story being a little too complicated and hard to follow by the masses. But for him it was simple. Kelvin’s angry reaction to the abortion of his child had convinced Rheya that he would not be coming back to her, leading her to commit suicide and him to discover her body after he had changed his mind about leaving her. Years later, his visit to a space station in orbit around a mysterious planet that seemed to read people’s minds and recreate someone from their past would bring Rheya back to him for a second chance. Despite the science fiction background, the love story was almost the whole story.
He had eaten his late-night snack while watching the film before deciding to conclude the day with a shower. Despite the fatigue that would send him quickly off to sleep, John could still feel the knot in his stomach as he imagined seeing Linda at his door the next day. He had no delusions that anything was ever going to happen between them, but that didn’t stop his imagination from running wild as he closed his eyes and let his fantasies deliver him to the Sandman.
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John was used to sleeping in when he didn’t have to get up early and go to work. Sleeping in meant getting up around nine, and normally the routine for his days off would begin with a shower, followed by relaxing with a newspaper and cup of coffee, and then concluding with some breakfast. This had been his plan for the second day.
It was nearing 7:45 when the knocking woke him up. His eyes opened to the thought that he had heard someone knock at the door, but perhaps it might also have just been part of the dream he’d been having. But then he clearly heard a second round of knocking. Since he normally slept in the nude, he quickly jumped to his feet and raced into the bathroom where he had left his clothes.
Linda made eye contact with him as soon as the door opened. She’d clearly been crying, and there could be no missing the large suitcase that was sitting on the ground next to her.
“What happened?” John asked, his facial expression and tone of voice exhibiting genuine concern.
“My husband and I had a fight last night,” she replied in a defiant tone. “Would you mind if I stayed with you for a few days? I’ll help you pay for another room with two beds.”
The request was certainly a welcome one to John, but it was also somewhat unusual. After all, there were other rooms she could have chosen for herself before coming to his in search of a shoulder to cry on. Nevertheless, he was not about to turn her down.
“Of course,” he replied as he reached down to pick up her suitcase. “Absolutely.”
Linda walked in and shut the door as John carried her suitcase over to where all his luggage was sitting. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” he said in a loud voice. “I didn’t know you two were having problems.”
“Yeah well,” she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “We’ve had nothing but problems practically since we got married.”
“I’m sorry,” John replied as he looked at her. “The room comes with a coffee maker. May I offer you some coffee?”
“Yeah that sounds good,” she answered with a slight smile. “I actually should be the one who’s sorry for burdening you like this when you’re on vacation.”
“Don’t forget, love,” he replied as he began preparing the coffee machine. “I also came down here to meet and get to know you. In a strange sort of way, perhaps we’ll learn more about each other because of this.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she said. “You know I feel so stupid.”
“Why would you say that?” he asked.
“Because the fight started when I went out and bought you something yesterday, and my idiotic husband decided that it was something to get jealous about. So he hit me and broke what I bought, and I don’t have it now to give you.”
John flew around and stared in shock at Linda. “He hit you?!” he asked angrily.
“It’s not the first time,” she replied. “But I think it’s going to be the last time.”
John walked over and sat down next to her, gently putting his arm around her and pulling her to him. She almost immediately burst into tears as she rested her head against his shoulder.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he said, trying to make it sound reassuring. “Will he know that you’re here?”
“No,” she replied with a choked up voice. “I just told him that you were in town. I’m sure he knows you’re staying at a motel or something, but he doesn’t know which one.”
“How far away do you live?” he asked.
“Walking distance,” she replied. “There’s only one car, and he took it when he went to work this morning.”
“Well if you live that close to here, then I think it’s a good idea to go to another motel somewhere not as close. Now I insist.”
Linda looked at John for a moment, taking in his obvious concern for her and feeling guilty for again noticing how handsome and attractive a man he was. Then she nodded her approval.
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Linda and John found a Hilton and obtained a room with two double beds. This new room featured more amenities than the previous since it was a suite as opposed to an ordinary motel room. They hurriedly unpacked their things and headed downstairs for breakfast in the dining area.
They discussed her marital situation at length as they ate, and she admitted to him that her marriage had been one of the worst mistakes she had ever made. Had it not been for her husband’s exceptionally well-paying job and the health benefits it offered, she might have left him much earlier. But being a homemaker with no skills and no realistic plan to make it on her own, she had stuck things out in the vain hope that the situation would eventually improve. It never did.
John had also been married once before, and he gave her the details of the wife he had met on the internet in a chat room. The experience of sending and receiving romantic words and phrases to another person who was both unseen and unheard had swept him away, and before they had even met in person, he had proposed marriage. She had accepted his proposal after warning him that she might not be the most attractive woman he had met.
Admitting to John that she had not been the most attractive of women eventually turned out to be the understatment of the year. Upon meeting her for the first time, he couldn’t help hearing in his mind the words ‘My God, she’s ugly as sin!’ Butt ugly in every way was this obese woman with several missing teeth and a face that couldn’t have drooped more if someone cut her skin open around the jaw and inserted an extra fifty pounds of fat into her face.
Unfortunately for John, he had been more concerned with protecting this horrid-looking woman from a massive broken heart than he was with running away from her as fast as his legs would carry him. They married the next day, and within a month he had left her, unable to bear the sight of her any longer. And so she had ended up with a broken heart anyway.
Linda found John’s story amusing, and they laughed about it when he was finished. But he could tell that her own situation was still weighing heavily on her mind, and realizing that he hadn’t yet given her the gift he had bought, he decided to do that as soon as they had finished.
“May I ask what it was that you bought me yesterday?” John asked as he and Linda walked back into their room.
“I took a picture of myself to Walmart and had it enlarged and bought a frame for it so you would have something to remember me by when you went back,” she replied as she sat down in one of the chairs around the living room table.
John was surprised to hear that. “Really?” he asked. “That was very sweet of you. And your husband broke it?”
“It’s destroyed,” she replied with a heavy sigh.
“What a prick!” John exclaimed.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she said. “He’s always been a prick.”
“Well if you will allow me,” John said, “you weren’t the only one to go out last night and buy something for someone else.”
Linda watched John open his largest suitcase and remove the gift box he had bought, which he then handed to her.
“Oh sweetie,” she said as she took hold of it. “You didn’t need to do this.”
“But I did,” he replied. “It’s not much. I found it in a store and thought you might like something like this. I happen to love Cucumber Melon, but I don’t know if you do. Anyway, I hope you like it.”
Linda looked tenderly at him and smiled. “You have just turned out to be the sweetest man,” she said. “You make me almost sorry that we’re related.”
“Oh?” he said, suddenly feeling the knot in his stomach again. “What do you mean?”
Linda’s smile widened. “Never mind,” she replied.
“Oh no, no, no,” he said as he walked over and stood next to her. “I want to know what you mean.”
From the way John was looking at her, Linda knew for sure now that he did have an interest in her. Had this been any other man, she had no doubt that she would have nipped his interest in the bud right away. But he wasn’t any other man. He could have been a second chance with the one who had left her alone and scared with a new life growing inside her. And he was very clearly a romantic who knew how to convey his passions for someone through the way he would look at them, the same way he was now looking at her.
She felt almost terrified at the thought. On the one hand this was her offspring. She would have to be deranged to even consider being weak in the presence of this stranger who had once spent nine months inside her. But she was weak. She was so weak that she could see the right word or the right touch causing her to give in to the desires beginning to well up inside her. The thought of incest versus the imaginings of her heart were at war with each other inside her, and the thought of who the victor might be frightened her.
“John, please don’t look at me like that,” she said very nervously. “You don’t know the effect it’s having on me, and this cannot happen.”
John’s heart went into emotional overload at the sound of her words. At first it may have just been a desire for her body, but now he suddenly felt something different. Could he really love this woman, knowing who she was? Whatever hesitation he might have experienced quickly disappeared as her words sank in. She was interested. She was tempted. And she was weak.
“Until yesterday, you and I had been strangers for twenty-six years,” he said as he moved his mouth closer to hers. “It’s not the same as you think.”
He could tell that she was becoming more afraid as his lips closed in. Her breathing became loud and rapid, and her face seemed to tremble, although the source of that trembling remained unclear. Yet despite her obvious fear of what was happening to them, she didn’t turn her head away or verbally demand that he stop. And the moment she felt his lips touch hers, her opposition to the temptation of giving herself over to the forbidden desires she was feeling instantly collapsed.
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Ever since she had been a child, Linda would do the same thing every Sunday morning. The Baptist church she had always attended seemed to stress regularly the importance of running away from sin, especially sexual sins. She knew that incest was one of those sins, but she began to feel a sense of pride as she willfully indulged in it. In fact, giving in to sin had never felt so good.
She threw herself at John with such force that he lost his balance and fell to the floor, causing her to fall with him. They seemed to race each other to see which of them could get undressed faster. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths as he squeezed one of her breasts while she fondled his erection.
When John finally began to position himself on top of her, Linda could feel a wicked sensation that came with knowing that her son was about to penetrate her. And as she felt the thickness of his manhood burst inside her with wanton desire, her heart seemed to jump for joy as she felt her legs wrapping around his waist and her body rising into the air to meet his every thrust.
John delighted at her moans and grunts, and his drive to fuck her harder got a boost from the agonizing look of pleasure that took control of her face. He had never imagined that one day he would be acting out his fetish, but there on the carpet he felt exhilarated as he drilled his mother with all the energy he could muster.
As their bodies raced towards orgasm, Linda received John inside her with what felt like both romantic and motherly love. The sex without a doubt felt wonderful, and none of her prior experiences had ever been as amazing as this. But watching the expressions on his face and hearing his soft moans as she felt him going in and out of her was doing something to her, something completely unexpected.
After having given John up for adoption, Linda had never been able to have anymore children. This had been why she had often thought about her baby boy. Now she was holding that boy in her arms. She held him partly because her instincts as a mother told her to do so, but she also held him because the feeling of her son inside her seemed to greatly intensify the bond she had just started forming with him.
As mother and son reached orgasm together and yelled out in ecstasy, she held on to him tightly as her body exploded. She felt such joy at having her son climax inside her, and at that moment nothing could have been more right or good.
How wonderful would it be, she thought to herself as her body began getting over the violence of her orgasm, if things could always be like this. She had her son, and she knew that she loved him. She suspected that he may grow to love her just as much. With what they had just shared together, she wanted to know why it would be so wrong if she used intimacy as just another way to express her love for him. And if he wanted to go beyond just giving her a simple hug or a quick kiss to the cheek and actually enjoy her body as he just had, then that would be okay with her as well. She had felt deeply moved at seeing such a beautiful agony on his face as he was cumming inside her, and it made her feel good to know that after being absent from his life for so long she had managed to do something this wonderful for him.
In actuality, Linda was also feeling very conscious of several other things. Now that she had John in her life, she wanted desperately to leave her husband and maybe even return with her son to Delaware. No one there would know she was his mother, and maybe they could even get married if they both decided that it was what they wanted to do. She also knew that it would be very difficult at her age to find another man she would trust and enjoy experiencing the kind of intimacy with that she just encountered with John. In her mind there was a clear outcome to the events of that day, and this was to accept and enjoy that she could be her son’s mother while also embracing him as her lover. And because she was his mother, could any other woman ever be able to love him more than she could?
This would have been all too easy if she already knew that he meant for her to play that sort of role in his life. But she didn’t. And she didn’t want to risk losing him by coming on too hard and pressing him for an answer. Yet she couldn’t wait for one either. Her body had just been ravaged so beautifully, and her heart was aching to be his only love for the rest of his life.
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John could tell that something was on Linda’s mind as they walked around the hotel holding hands, and he thought he had a fairly good idea of what it was.
“Are you thinking about what’s going to happen when all this is over and I have to go back to Delaware?” he asked.
Linda stopped walking and just held his hand as she fought back the tears. She nodded for fear that saying anything would cause an emotional display that she didn’t want passersby to see.
“Well you know I do have to go back home when my vacation is up,” he said softly. “Everything I have is there, including my job and my house.”
Linda nodded again but kept her eyes fixated on the rear entrance to the hotel.
“However,” John continued, “if you would be interested, I would really love it if you could come back with me.”
Linda immediately looked at him, and pure happiness seemed to break out across her face. She squealed like a young lovestruck girl as she threw her arms around him and held him tightly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said. “I accept, and that’s it. You can’t take the offer back.”
“Trust me,” he replied. “Now that you’ve committed, you’re going.”
Linda nodded again.
John felt so happy inside as he gazed on the woman he realized he was now desperately in love with. Had she not agreed to return to Delaware with him, his heart would have been shattered. And despite what anyone might have thought, he did care that she was his mother. That was one of the main reasons he had fallen in love with her. Her advanced age had been another. Seeing the lines moving from the edges of her eyes out towards her temples only seemed to increase her beauty as he saw it.
Linda was nothing short of John’s unknown and hitherto unrealized dream. From that moment on they would act openly like lovers as she went with him to various attractions around the state. The day after their vacation was over, she would be standing beside him in Delaware as he showed her their house, the place she lovingly took in as she savored the thought that this might just be home to her and her partner for the rest of their lives.
They did wind up marrying and keeping their secret hidden from the world. And in spite of their biological relationship, they behaved as young and giddy as two teenagers who saw their names written across the heavens by the stars that smiled down on them with approval.
