The Search For My Mother

THE SEARCH FOR MY MOTHER

PROLOGUE

This is a bit of a long story, but if you choose to read it, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

CHAPTER 1

My name is Barry. It's actually William Barrett Townsend. I prefer to go by Barry. I am 25. I'm 6 feet tall, weigh 195, physically fit, have sandy colored hair, and blue eyes. I was given up for adoption at birth. I was adopted by a wonderful family of 4. A man and wife and their 2 daughters. Dad's name is Henry, Mom is Clair, and my sisters are Emily and Olivia. I always wondered about my biological parents. All the adoption agency could tell me was that the hospital said a 15 year old girl gave me up at birth. But being a curious and persistent individual I never gave up.

CHAPTER 2

I was in a cafe one day after doing some research at the city registrar's office searching for clues. There was a rather pretty girl sitting at an adjacent table. I've always done pretty well with the ladies so I struck up a conversation. I told her what I was doing and she wished me luck. We ended up sitting together and eating our meals. She was probably in her early twenties, had blonde hair, dyed because I saw the dark roots, and was very pretty. Her name is Carolyn. She goes to USC and was home between sophomore and junior years. We got along really well and made plans to go out the next night.

We met at the same cafe the next evening. Being a college girl, she dressed the part. She wore a denim micro-mini skirt that barely covered her ass. And a black top that showed off her mighty fine bosom. We had dinner then went to an art studio that was having a special showing of an artist that I like. Afterwards we went to a local hangout and had a drink and listened to some music and danced. Then we went back to my place. I mixed us a drink and put on some music. We sat and talked a little then started making out. Things moved pretty quickly and I soon had her shirt off and was fondling her bare breasts. Her breasts aren't all that large but they were lovely. She was squeezing my dick through my jeans. I slid my hand up her leg and she parted them to allow me to feel her pussy through her panties. She stood up and unbuckled her belt and skirt and pushed it down over her hips. She wore a black thong underneath. "Your turn," she said as she slipped her shoes off.

I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head while she undid my jeans and pushed them down. I kicked off my shoes and took her in my arms. We stood there kissing and feeling each other's nearly nude bodies. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her against my hard cock. She moved her pelvis around grinding against me. Then she reached down between our bodies to squeeze my cock. I brought one hand up to feel her tits again. She reached her hand into the top of my underwear and stroked my dick. I continued kissing her and pushed her thong down over her hips. I cupped her ass again and felt her legs moving stepping out of her thong. She pushed my underwear down and I stepped out of them, also.

"Want to take this to the bedroom?" I asked.

"Yeah. Beats standing here."

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. I picked her up and laid her down on my bed. I laid beside her and resumed kissing and letting my hands explore her body. I kissed my way down to her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I slid my hand down between her legs and felt her hairless pussy. She had my cock in her hand and was stroking it. I kissed down her belly and got on my knees to continue downwards to her cunt. I kissed her pussy lips and she moaned. She raised up and said, "Lay down."

I laid on my back and she threw a leg across my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. As I started licking and kissing her vagina she took my dick in her hand again and stroked it. She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy across my tongue. She leaned over and put her lips around my dick. She started bobbing her head up and down sucking me. I reached between us and massaged her tits. Pretty soon I asked her, "Please slow down. I don't want to cum until you do."

She sat up and I continued eating her delicious pussy. She squirmed around on my face and squealed and moaned. I started licking her clit with my tongue and she said, "Oh yeah. There you go. That's it." Then she leaned over, took my dick into her mouth again and started sucking again. I pushed my crotch upwards, fucking her mouth and I was soon shooting into her mouth. She let go and orgasmed, also. When I felt her juices starting to flow I stuck my tongue into her and tongue-fucked her and she cried out, "O fuck! That's so good!"

After our orgasms subsided she rolled off of me and laid beside me. I turned towards her and we kissed and I ran my hands up and down her soft body. She reached for my cock and it started growing. "You're ready again, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah. See what you do to me?"

She got on her knees and presented her exquisite ass to me. I leaned in and kissed it and ran my tongue up the crease. Then I got on my knees and she reached back between her legs and guided me into her pussy from behind. As I started pumping in and out I reached forward and fondled her tits. She laid her head on the bed and pushed ass back towards me, meeting my thrusts forward. After fucking her for a few minutes I brought my hand down to find her clit with my fingers. I did, and twiddled it back and forth with my index finger. She cried out again, "Oh shit! Yes! Fuck me! That's it! Give me that big cock!"

She reached back between her legs and fondled my balls and I immediately came again. As I was shooting my load into her she also climaxed and screamed out. She collapsed onto the bed and my cock pulled out. I crawled up and laid beside her and we both just rested for a few minutes. Then we laid there talking for a little while. Then we got up and I took her back to her car at the cafe.

We started seeing each other pretty regular after that. We always met somewhere because she was staying with her mom and she kept a pretty tight rein on her. She said she had to go back to school in about 2 months. I said, "I'm disappointed but we can have fun while you're here and then keep in touch when you leave." She said that sounded good.

CHAPTER 3

Shortly after Carolyn went back to school I was at the library digging through old newspapers, court records, anything that I thought might contain some information about who and where my mother might be. I had been there a while when a woman at a nearby table, who had also been there a while but not as long as me, said, "You must be working on something really important. Looks like you're really wrapped up in whatever you're doing."

"Yeah. Just can't find what I'm looking for."

"Oh. Sorry. Sometimes it takes forever to find stuff. May I ask what you're researching?"

"Just some family history. Personal stuff."

"Oh. Good luck. By the way, I'm Jackie. Short for Jacqueline."

"Barry. Nice to meet you, Jackie."

We both continued our research, talking a little here and there. About 1 PM I stopped and turned my stuff in. I said to Jackie, "Good luck with your research. I've had enough for one day. I'm going to get some lunch."

"Yeah, it's about that time. I'm not far behind you."

I went to the diner where Carolyn and I met. It was in the same block. I was having a cup of coffee and waiting on my order when I heard, "Hello, Barry. Small world. I guess great minds think alike."

"Well, hi, Jackie. I guess so. Would you like to sit down?"

"I don't want to intrude. I just came in to grab a sandwich before I went home."

"You're not intruding. I'd welcome the company."

"Well, okay then. Have you ordered?"

"Yeah. Waiting on it now."

The waitress came and took her order. She did just order a sandwich. We talked while we waited, which wasn't long. Our orders came out about the same time. We talked some more while we ate. Jackie was a very nice lady. Probably late thirties, maybe 40. Very attractive. She had medium length light brown hair, blue eyes, a pretty face, and a pretty nice body. She was wearing a conservative type dark blue dress, like a secretary might wear. Or a bank teller. Some type of professional person, maybe. She had a pretty nice rack, great legs, and a nice ass. I noticed all this when she excused herself to use the restroom.

I asked what she did and she said she was a loan officer at one of the banks. She asked what I did and I told her right now I'm working at the ski resort but eventually I want to get to where I can make a living with my art. "You're an artist?" she asked.

"A wannabe. That's what I went to school for. But it's a tough world to break into."

"I always thought I'd love to be an artist. But I don't have enough talent. So it's just a hobby for me."

"Oh. What kind of stuff do you do?"

"Not much anymore. I used to paint. Landscapes, nature, that kind of stuff. But I'm not very good and gave it up. Do you have any work on display?"

"Not currently. I got a bunch at my apartment but nothing in galleries or anything. Maybe you should have stuck with it. You're probably better than you think."

"No. I'm not. It was just something I enjoyed doing. What kind of stuff do you do?"

"Mostly painting, some digital, some abstract, some real life, a little sculpting. Just a mixture of a lot of stuff."

"I'd love to see your work."

"If you're serious, I'd be happy to show you."

"Yeah, I'm serious. I do love art and love to see different artist's work. I go to shows and exhibits and things all the time."

"Well, my place is over in Oakland. About 30 minutes from here. If you want to go. But if now's not good, we can do it some other time."

"Now is fine. I took the afternoon off to go to the library."

"Okay. Want to follow me?"

When we were going into my apartment I said, "Please don't pay any attention to the mess. I'm not the best housekeeper."

"I don't judge people by that kind of stuff. I won't win any awards in that area myself." I showed her in and she said, "Well, this isn't bad. A little cluttered maybe, but that's to be expected. I mean, look at all this art."

She went around looking at the stuff I had out. Some were still works in progress. She gushed over them, said she loved them, and praised my talent. I took her into the spare room where I have a bunch more stuff. She said she loved it all and would like to purchase a couple of pieces. I said, "Sure. Just pick out which ones you want."

She continued examining them. A couple of times she stopped and looked at one very closely. If she asked about it I went over and started explaining the inspiration behind it and how it came about. She would ask about specific things in it and I tried to explain. I was standing behind her and reaching around to show her things about it. I became aware of her great smelling perfume. And her hair in my face felt soft and silky. And sometimes I was pressed up against her backside.

There was one piece she was particularly fond of. It was an old frame house with a barn out back, a woods in the background, and a pond with a creek feeding into it. An older couple were sitting on the porch shucking corn, and an old yellow dog sleeping at their feet. She wanted to know all about it. As I was explaining different parts of it I was standing beside her and had my hand on her back. That's when I realized how low cut her dress was in the back. It went almost down to her waist, so my hand was on bare skin, and I realized I was getting turned on by this older lady. She asked me how much for that piece and I said, "I don't know. I haven't priced anything. I don't have any idea what to charge."

"I really love this one. It reminds me of where I grew up."

"I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you. If you agree to tell your friends about me. You know, word of mouth advertising."

"Oh. No. I couldn't take it without paying you. Just tell me how much."

"No. Really. I want you to have it. It makes me feel good to know that somebody appreciates my work."

"Well. We'll discuss it some more."

I took the painting out to the living room and set it down to wrap up for her. She spotted another one she liked. It was on the floor so I took it out and set it up on an easel for her to view better. I stood behind her admiring her as she was admiring the painting. I had a hand on her back again. I moved it up to her shoulders and back down. A little lower, almost on her ass. I pressed into her ass a little as I was pointing things out. She bent over and was looking closely at something. My hands were on her hips. When she stood back up I slid a hand up her side and my fingers touched the side of her breast. I eased my hand around and let my finger tips touch her breast. She said, "Uhh, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry. I got carried away. You're a beautiful woman. And being so close to you, smelling you, and our bodies touching, I just got excited and didn't think. My body overruled my mind. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you. And thank you. For saying those nice things. It's nice to know I can still turn heads."

"Oh. You can definitely turn heads. You're gorgeous. And got a killer body. Forgive me for saying so, but you're the sexiest woman I've ever met."

"That's kind of you, but I know I'm not. I do think I'm pretty enough, but not all that. Now. What about the girl in this picture? Who is she?"

"Nobody. Just a girl I thought up to be in the picture."

"She's beautiful."

"Just like you." I rubbed her bare back as I said this and told her about the girl. She continued examining the painting. I moved her hair aside in the back and leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. She bowed her head down. Both of my hands were now on her hips. I continued kissing her neck, shoulders, and back. I slid my hand down to her ass and held still. Then I moved it just a little. Then a little more. She asked questions and I answered and rubbed her ass. I gently cupped a cheek in my hand. She continued talking and I continued trying to seduce her. When I brought a hand to her breast again she said nothing. I cupped it and squeezed it and she looked at the painting.

I dropped my hand to the hem of her dress and put it on her leg there, just a little above her knee. I moved my fingertips over the bare skin softly. Well, not bare skin, she had hose on. Black. I started bringing my hand upwards, lifting her dress along with it. I know she had to know I was doing this, but she said nothing. Thankfully her dress was loose enough that it raised very easily.

I brought my hands to the zipper on the back of her dress, at her waist. I started easing it down and she stiffened. I stopped and continued kissing her neck. After a moment I started sliding the zipper down again. She breathed in deeply and I heard it come back out kind of shakily. I slid the zipper all the way down and her dress opened in the back. I saw that she was wearing dark blue panties, matching her dress. She had no bra on. Would've looked kinda funny with a backless dress, I guess.

I continued kissing all over her neck, shoulders, and back as my hands went inside the dress and upwards. I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently squeezed. Her nipples hardened and I felt them against my palms. She was breathing heavily and shaking slightly. I lowered one hand to her ass and cupped a cheek. I fondled and massaged it. Then I moved it around front on her waist. Slowly I slid it down and felt the silky material of her panties under my fingers. I got my hand in the waistband and slid it inside. I felt a patch of hair. I slid downwards more and encountered the upper part of her pussy lips. I rolled a nipple between my fingers, making her moan, and slid my hand fully onto her pussy. I cupped her mound in my hand and massaged it for a minute. Then I worked a finger between her lips. Didn't insert it, just ran it up and down between her lips. Her knees buckled a little and she let out a sigh.

I took her by the shoulders and turned her around facing me. I looked into her eyes and saw submission and desire. I lightly kissed her. Then harder. She was submissive but not actively participating. And that's okay. When my tongue touched her lips they parted and I pushed it into her open mouth. Her arms came up around me then and she started kissing me back. After a minute I pulled back and took the 2 sides of her dress at her collar and started pulling it off her shoulders, and down her arms. It dropped in a puddle on the floor. I gazed at her nakedness. Her tits were superb. Firm, supple, and soft. Her areolas and nipples were the same dark brown and pointed upwards. I lowered my eyes to take in the rest of her. Her waist was small, just the tiniest bit of a belly. Her hips flared out then tapered down her exquisite legs. I reached out and pushed her panties down. Her gorgeous pussy came into view. Her hair was the same brown as on her head, and nicely trimmed. She still had her stockings on. They were the kind that didn't need garters. And a pair of black high heels.

Then she spoke for the first time since all this started. "Barry. I don't know if we should be doing this. I AM married. We are currently separated, but still. AND I'm much older than you."

"Not that much older. You could pass for 30. And if you're separated that means you're not getting any action. I'm pretty sure it's against the law to let a body like that sit idle. So, it seems like a fine idea to me." I stepped forward and locked my lips to hers again. And let my hands roam her body. When I cupped her pussy again she gasped and said, "Oh my!"

I massaged and fingered her dampening pussy with one hand and used the other to undo my pants. I pushed my pants and underwear down, took her hand in mine, and guided it down to my hard cock. She gasped and jumped. I held her hand there and she looked down at it. I moved her hand back and forth on my cock and gradually I removed my hand from hers and she continued to stroke it. I pushed a finger into her pussy and she moaned and said, "Oh God!" A few seconds later, "Barry."

"Shhhh." I locked my lps to hers to stop any further objections. She continued stroking me. Without pulling away I walked her over to the sofa. I eased her back onto it. I leaned over to kiss her. I squatted and kissed my way to her breasts. I kissed all over them and took a nipple into my mouth to suck. I massaged the other one. I worked my way downwards. I pulled her hips to the edge of the sofa and got on my knees between her legs and kissed her pussy.

"Oh my GOD!" she cried out. I kissed and licked all over her now hot, wet pussy. She laid back, gasping, moaning, crying out. I ate her pussy like it was the last one I'd ever get. When I moved my tongue to her clit she screamed, "GOD! Yes! Damn. That feels so good." She grasped my head in her hands and pushed her crotch towards my tongue and her juices started flowing. I lapped them up with my tongue and swallowed. She tasted as good as she looks.

I stood up and eased her back to a lying position on the sofa. I got between her legs and guided my cock into her still dripping pussy. She was very well lubricated from my eating her so I entered easily. She put one leg up on the back of the sofa and the other foot dropped to the floor, opening her up to me. I was on my knees thrusting into her pussy and looking down at her pretty face and titties bouncing all around as I fucked her. She had a look of pure joy on her face. I slowly pumped in and out for a little bit, not wanting to cum too soon. But I couldn't stop myself and started going faster. Soon she started bucking her hips towards my cock and saying, "Dammit that's good. Yes! Harder! Fuck me! Oh GOD! I'm gonna cum again!!"