This is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, or events; past or present is entirely coincidental.
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This is the story of how my life changed for the better. I had best begin for the beginning. I was born and raised in a small country town. I won't tell you where because the people there are nice and most of them didn't have anything to do with the first, horrible, part of my life.
I lived with my father. He was a drunken, overweight slob. It seemed the only pleasure in his life other than alcohol was making my life miserable. I never knew my mother and I quit asking my father about her real early. A couple of slaps to the side of the head will break you of the habit of asking questions real quick. For almost my entire life, I lived in hell with that man. Karma finally caught up with him. He was driving home from a bar, drunk, when he got into an accident. He slammed into the car of a family that was driving home from church. Everyone involved in the accident was seriously hurt except for my father. I guess it's true, drunks bend but they don't break very easily. When my father got out of the hospital, he was quickly arrested, tried and sent to jail for ten years.
That left me. Not quite eighteen, and all alone. That was when the woman that lived next to us told me something. Not only was my mother still alive, but she was living out west with my two sisters. It seems that she married my father while they were still in high school. Shortly after I was born, she finally saw the light and divorced him. Apparently, she got custody of my two sisters and dad got custody of me. The reason I never knew or heard from her wasn't because she didn't want to. It was because my father wouldn't let her. She sent us money every month, which explains how dad could always afford to drink even though he never had a job. Our neighbor was her only way to keep informed about me. The neighbor brought me into her house and showed me pictures. She showed me a photo of a beautiful woman standing with two cute girls. I just sat there in slack-jawed silence. Doing something I hadn't done since I was a little boy, I cried. 'Men don't cry!' my father would yell at me with a slap to the head. What an asshole.
"Do you think she would let me live with her?" I asked the neighbor.
"Oh, honey." the woman I had never paid much attention to said as she hugged me. "She already sent me the plane tickets."
So, after a trip to the jail to tell my father that he would never see or hear from me again if I had anything to say about it, I boarded a plane that would take me to meet my true family for the first time. It was my eighteenth birthday. It was the best birthday of my life.
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As the plane began to descend, I began to feel nervous. What if, she didn't like me? What if I reminded her too much of my father? What if I was too much like my father and she sent me away? It was too late to turn back now. Things would just have to run their course. I was used to disappointment.
After I had collected my duffel, I turned around and there she was. I looked at this woman and somehow I couldn't make my brain think 'mother'. She was gorgeous. She was a little shorter than I was. Her auburn hair hung down below her shoulders and was styled in a way that framed her face perfectly. Her deep blue eyes were looking at me and glistened as if she were about to cry. She was wearing a light blue blouse the top buttons undone to reveal a generous swell of her breasts. Her tight black skirt hugged her hips and came to just above her knees. Black, fishnet stockings and black pumps completed her outfit.
Her tanned skin showed that she spent a lot of time in the sun. Unlike the people back home, her tanned skin wasn't dry and leathery; it was smooth and looked soft. She didn't say a word. She just walked up to me and hugged me. I couldn't move at first. Then I dropped my duffel and wrapped my arms around her. She was shaking slightly. It dawned on me she was crying. I held her tighter and whispered, "It's all right, and I'm here now." We stood like that for a while and I began to feel the ice around my heart begin to melt.
Time seemed to stop for me as we stood there in the busy airport and held each other. Nothing else mattered except this beautiful woman in my arms whom I was still having difficulty thinking of as 'mother'. All good things must end however, so she stepped back and took my hand.
She looked down at my duffel and asked, "Is that all you have?"
I picked up the duffel, nodded and said, "Didn't have anything else I wanted to keep. I sold the rest."
"We'll get you fixed up in no time." She said. "Amy and Ashley love shopping."
"Are they here?" I asked somewhat nervously.
"They wanted to throw a big party for you." She said with a giggle. I had never heard a grown woman giggle. It made her seem younger and closer to my own age. "I talked them out of it. I thought it would be best to work you in to our family and social life a bit slower." I felt a little more of the tension in me drain away. "A friend of mine owns a lake cabin in the mountains and she loaned it to us for the summer. At first it's going to be just you and me so we can get to know each other."
We began walking out of the airport toward the parking garage. She wrapped her arm in mine and held me tight. I could feel her breast press and rub against my bicep as we walked. When we got to her car, I was pleasantly surprised. It was a convertible muscle car. I may not have much formal education but I do know cars. I worked part time at the garage back home. I spent as much time there a possible in order to get away from my father and the old man that owned it taught me a lot.
We stored my duffel in the huge trunk. Even with all her luggage, there was still plenty of room. We got in and 'mom' looked at me with a mischievous grin and lowered the top. That was how we drove. How a car like this was meant to be driven, with the top down and going a fast a possible. About halfway there, once we got off the interstate, she gave me a bit of a shock. She unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse I could now tell that her breasts were barely contained by a white lace bra that did little more than cover her nipples that were pressing out against the material. She apparently didn't notice that I was staring at her and seemed to enjoy the wind blowing against her almost bare chest.
Suddenly I had a problem. My dick was beginning to get hard from looking at my mother's chest. I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert. It seems, however, I didn't have to worry. "Go ahead and adjust yourself." She said casually. Apparently, my growing discomfort was obvious. With a blush that I could feel to my toes, I did just that.
She reached over and put her hand on my knee. She gave it a squeeze and said, "Never be afraid to tell me how you feel. I don't mind you looking at me. In fact most women enjoy being looked at by a handsome man." She gave my knee a final squeeze and put her hand back on the wheel.
When we reached our destination, I was in shock. What she called a cabin was bigger than most houses where I came from. It was huge with an enormous deck running all around. It was perched on a hill overlooking a big lake. I carried our luggage in and saw that, despite its size, it was only one room.
Mom looked at me and asked, "Well, what do you think?"
