This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
This is the story of how I met
my
mother, my birth mother that is. I was adopted as a baby, and I loved my parents very much, but after they passed I began to get more and more curious about my birth parents. My own research through one of those DNA matching services found my birth father, but he had passed as well.
There was no record of my birth mother's DNA in the system, so I fell back on other methods. This is a good time to introduce myself, I'm Adam Stone, or that's the name my adopted parents gave me. They died in an auto accident when I was twenty two, a few years ago. They left me very well off, money wasn't going to be an issue for me. Having failed my own searches for my birth mom I hired a private investigation firm and gave them what little information I had.
Then I sort of forgot about it. Not really of course, I just let them look for my mother and focused on my own life again for a while. Being a handsome, wealthy man in his mid-twenties was no hardship and I was enjoying myself immensely while an investment firm grew my money.
I had joined some adult websites, looking for more interesting hookups than the norm. I was having great success, no surprise, many women checking out my profile where I made no secret of my earnings. I was looking for someone with my own tastes in sex, I'm Dominant and I wanted a good sub.
Most of the young women I was meeting were nowhere near what I was looking for. They tended to be too self-involved and immature to be a good sex partner for me. I expanded my age range and was looking at more mature women when one in particular caught my eye.
I liked her profile page right off the bat, very tasteful. Her photos showed a woman in her late thirties with a great figure. What caught my attention was her black hair and green eyes. I have that coloration as well, it's not uncommon but not an everyday thing either. That combined with the shape of her face pulled at me somehow. I bookmarked her profile for more perusal later.
That night I bolted awake from a very erotic dream about that woman, with a suspicion that sent me to my computer. I checked her profile again, the photos of her face made me more and more certain. I called the PI firm I was using, not caring it was 3am, and set them to finding the woman in the profile. I'd bet anything that was my own mother.
I didn't try to contact her over the adult website, in fact I deleted my profile. I wasn't going to meet this woman that way, and not without all the information I could get. The way I looked at it I was in a win-win scenario. If it was my birth mother I could end my search and finally get to know her. Other than what I already knew, which was too much.
If she wasn't my birth mother, she and I could maybe get freaky. What I'd read of her profile had dovetailed with my interests, maybe I'd get a long-term play partner out of this. I waited impatiently for the results of the investigation.
One of their men came to my house with the report. I'd had to tell them where I'd found the woman in question but other than that I gave them nothing. For my money, I got almost everything. Her name, address, age, job and employment history, shoe size, you name it. I was paying for the best after all.
Marla Anders, age thirty seven, she would have been thirteen when I was born, just a kid. No wonder she gave me up. It looked like she was doing well for herself professionally, in good health, never married and no other family.
In their opinion things were 'inconclusive'. I was trusting my gut. She
had
to be my mother, it just felt right. To me a DNA test would just certify it at this point. I paid the firm with a bonus to forget everything, then thought about how I'd get in touch with her.
The report said she worked at a non-profit, something with the homeless. And I saw she was Head of Charitable Contributions. Aha! I emailed the foundation about donating money and soon we were corresponding. I suggested getting together in person to discuss a larger gift and got a cautious yes.
We met for lunch at a place she suggested, I got there first. When she walked in I knew immediately that whatever thoughts I'd had about having a normal family-type relationship with her weren't going to work. Once our eyes locked we each knew we'd be fucking by the end of the day.
It was that knowing smile she gave me. She looked at me like she knew I was the answer to all her sex-related problems, there was the hint of a smirk in there somewhere. I stood to greet her and as I pulled out her chair for her, we touched hands and there it was, an electric current traveling between us, silently communicating our desire for each other.
Once the waiter had taken our order and vanished she put her hand on mine and called me by my former screen name for that adult website. Damn! I hadn't planned for this scenario, like an idiot I'd just
hoped
she hadn't seen that profile.
Suddenly this seemed like a very bad idea. I excused myself and left the restaurant, telling the maitre' d she was to have whatever she wanted. While I was waiting for the valet to bring my car I felt someone behind me, it was her.
She was pissed, but she controlled it well. She took my arm as though we'd left together, once my Benz was brought around she had the valet open the car door and hand her in. I got behind the wheel and as we drove off she spoke.
