My name is Timmy. I am now eighteen but my story begins 12 years ago. My mother Wanda was a single mom who had little money and an urge to party. She didn't like being tied down and being a mother. I, of course, thought the world of her because I didn't know she was uninterested in me.
One day when I was six she dropped me off at a distant relatives house and like that she was out of my life. She left me and didn't look back. All I had were memories of her and one picture of her. For the next six years I went to bed every night thinking I would find my mother and she would realize she loved me.
My relatives even heard she was in town when I was 12 and asked her to come see me. She refused. They got me to call and talk to her hoping that would snap her back to being a mom. She told me I was no good and she was better off without me. Her last words before she hung up were "Leave me alone you little motherfucker." I was heartbroken.
A year later, my relatives were killed in a car accident and a friend of theirs took me in. Her name was Diane. We bonded quickly and I looked at her as my mother. Diane was 38 and blonde. Although I called her mom I always hoped to reunite with my real mom.
A few years later, when I was 18, Diane actually caught me masturbating. It was embarrassing but very lucky also. Because that was the day Diane saw how well hung a kid I was. She even watched me jerk off and insisted on measuring my dick. I was rock hard when Diane told me I was a whopping 12 inches.
She told me then and there that we were gonna fuck each other.
Zipping forward , here I am and Diane has been sucking and fucking my big tool for months now. After we fuck at night we cuddle and I ask her why my mom hates me. She tells me she was an immature woman who didn't know any better. She also says anyone who knows me realizes I am a good kid. Still, I go to sleep with the image of my mother in my head. It is crisp and clear. My mom is a pretty woman with short black hair and a nice smile. She also realizes she made a mistake leaving me. Of course, these wishes are just that.
Two months later, Diane tells me we are moving to a new city. She has changed jobs and is confident we will like our new home.
When we moved there Diane joined a gym and said she wanted to meet some new friends. She is easygoing and fun and met some great people quickly.
One night she came in with a new friend and asked if I would join them for supper. When I walked in to the living room to meet this friend I was stunned. It was Wanda...my mother.
I came to find out later that night that Diane had hired a private eye to track my mom down. That is why she took a job transfer to this city. She planned on befriending Wanda and having her meet me. She was doing this for me as it had scarred me earlier in my life. She hoped we would become friends if not mother son. She wasn't sure if my mom would recognize me so she decided to introduce me as her own son and guage Wanda's reaction.
My jaw was on the floor as Diane said "Timmy this is Wanda, Wanda this is Timmy."
i mumbled something like "Nice to meet you Wanda." She was very easy to talk to over dinner although she was oblivious to who I really was. I was in heaven. I was getting to know my mom again and she would have to realize who I was sooner or later.
Wanda left that night and when she left she tousled my hair and said "You have a great kid here Diane." I stayed awake for hours thanking Diane for finding my mom and asking her when we could tell her who I really was. Diane thought it best to just get to know her first and ease the truth out slowly.
I was anxious but agreed. We became fast friends the three of us. We went to movies, hiking, swimming together regularly over the summer.
Diane finally thought we should tell Wanda who I was. The next night we were all together and Diane asked if Wanda had ever thought of having kids. After being with her all this time her answer and bluntness was a shock. She said "Diane you are lucky to have a great kid like Timmy here but let me tell you not all kids are good. I had a child and I abandoned him. I don't even feel guilty about it because he was a no good little bastard and I haven't missed him for a second."
Somehow I managed to choke back my tears at hearing her harsh words for her son who little did she know was sitting right there.
Obviously we could not tell her who I was. When we went home that night I cried and told Diane I hated my mother and never wanted to see her again. Diane agreed. When I fucked Diane that night I was a little rough and took my anger out on her. I think she knew how awful I felt so she let me do whatever I wanted.
Diane has never been a deepthroater but I forced my cock down about seven inches and made her gag. She was gasping and spit was all over her face. i grabbed her head and fucked her face.
Then I fucked her ass so hard she was begging for mercy. While anally pounding her I grabbed her hair and slapped her ass harder than a playful little tap. I pulled out and sprayed a heavy load on her face.
