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!!"

She screamed, "AHHHH!!" and I shot my load into her at the same time with a "YESSS!"

"Damn, Jackie! That was fucking awesome. Forgive my language," I said. "But I don't know how else to put it that would describe it as well."

She laughed. "I agree. It was freaking awesome. You were right. I hadn't gotten any action for a few months. I needed that. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Literally. And thank you, too."

I sent her home with the 2 paintings she had liked the most. No charge. She argued that it made her feel like a prostitute taking them in exchange for sex. I told her it had nothing to do with the sex. That I would have given them to her anyway. The sex was an entirely separate issue. An added bonus. And as far as I was concerned it was. So she gave in and took them with a promise to tell her friends where she got them. But not how. She came back the next week for another one. And, let's just say, there was an added bonus again. She comes over about once a month, but she's not looking for any more paintings just yet.

CHAPTER 4

Carolyn and I stayed in touch by phone calls and texts. She came home for a week in April and we got together and had a great time. She said she had a boyfriend at school but that she was sure it would end when they got out of school because he lived 500 miles away. I said, "I'll be right here waiting when you get home."

I also continued having pretty regular sex with Jackie. She asked me if it was okay if she gave my number to a friend of hers that really loved the paintings she got from me. That she wanted to see my work and possibly buy something. I said sure. And she did call about a week later. I gave her my address and set up a time for her to come.

She came on a Saturday afternoon. I answered the door when she knocked and we introduced ourselves. Her name was Rosemary. I showed her my work and she seemed to like some of it. I got us each a cup of coffee and we sat down to talk. I asked how she knew Jackie and she said they work together and became friends and go places and do things together since Jackie and her husband separated. She said she herself was a widow. Her husband passed 2 years ago from cancer. I expressed my condolences and said, "You're a very attractive lady. I'm sure you'll find someone new. If that's what you want."

"I'm not sure if I want to or not. I do get lonely, but I'm not over Teddy yet."

She was an attractive lady. A little older, probably mid 50's. She had black hair with streaks of grey in it, about shoulder length. She still had a nice body. Medium sized breasts, and a nice ass. Her hips might have a little middle age spread but not much. She was wearing khaki slacks and a white blouse.

"Well, you're still in your prime and very pretty, so don't give up."

"Oh, I won't. You're very kind. Jackie told me you were very kind and very talented but she didn't mention how cute you are."

"Thank you. So. Have you decided which painting you want? If any?"

"No. I'd like to look at a couple of them again if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Tell me which ones you like and I'll set them up together so you can view them side by side."

"That would be great." She picked out 5 that she liked and I set them on easels side by side and she started studying them. We talked about them and I explained a little about each one as I had done with Jackie. She touched my arm

repeatedly as we talked and a few times stood right up against my side as I explained. She stood behind me and reached around to point at something in one of the paintings and pushed her breasts into my back. I was starting to wonder if she was trying to seduce me. But probably she was just enjoying the physical contact since she had been alone for so long. I know I like to rub up against girls even if I know nothing's going to happen. But it got me to wondering what it would be like to make love to an older woman.

She picked out 2 that she wanted and asked how much they were. She said, "Jackie wouldn't tell me what she paid for her's but said you were very reasonable."

"I don't like to put a price on my stuff. Make me an offer and we'll go from there."

"Well. Okay. Let me see. Let's say... $500 for both."

"What!? No way!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I was just throwing out a starting figure. Make it $800."

"No! I didn't mean that wasn't enough. I meant that I couldn't take that much. It's too much."

"Young man, you evidently don't know how talented you are or what good art goes for these days."

"Maybe not. But $500 is too much. How about 200?"

"Let's compromise at 350."

"Okay. If you're sure. I don't want to cheat you."

"I'm very happy with 350. Can I write you a check?"

"Yeah. That's fine. I'll get some paper and wrap them up for you." I wrapped them and offered to carry them to her car.

"Okay. But can we have another cup of coffee first? I really enjoy talking with you and learning about your work. Do you have time?"

"Sure. I'd like that." I got us each a cup of coffee and we sat on the sofa to talk. We shared a little of our lives with each other. I told her I was on a quest to find my birth parents. She wished me luck. She told me she had a daughter, but never sees her anymore. She lives in Seattle.

In a short while she asked, "May I use your restroom?"

"Of course. It's right there." It was just off the living room so not hard to find.

She came back in a couple of minutes and sat down right beside me. It smelled like she had sprayed on a little perfume while she was in there. She smelled good. "So. Do you have a girlfriend, Barry?"

"Not really. I see a girl some, but she's away at school so we don't get to see each other often."

"I see. I'm surprised a handsome young man like you doesn't have 3 or 4 girlfriends."

"No. Just the one."

"Did you mean it a while ago when you said I was pretty? I'm getting pretty old and wrinkly and grey haired."

"Yeah. You're very pretty. And you are NOT wrinkly. And I actually think the grey streaks in your hair are kinda sexy."

"Thank you. That makes me feel good. I haven't had a man tell me I was pretty or sexy since Teddy passed."

"Maybe not. But I guarantee you that they turn their head and look when you walk by. They just don't say anything because they figure you're taken."

She put her hand on my cheek and said, "You really are kind and sweet. On top of being handsome. If I wasn't old enough to be your mother I'd try to seduce you."

"Don't let that stop you."

She looked surprised. She drew back a little and looked at me wide eyed with her mouth open, like she was shocked that I said that. Then she asked, "Are you serious?"

"Does this answer your question?" I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her to me and kissed her. "I've been thinking about doing that since you got here, but I didn't want to get slapped."

"I'm not going to slap you. And, yes, that answers my question." She leaned in for another kiss. Our lips locked together and our tongues came out to meet and our arms went around each other.

We kissed for several minutes and I decided to go for it. I ran my hand up and down her back then brought it around between us and up to her breasts. I gently squeezed to gauge her reaction. The only reaction was a moan. I continued squeezing her breasts for a minute as we kissed. Then I brought my other hand around and my fingers went to the top button of her blouse. I pulled back from her lips to finish unbuttoning her blouse. I watched her face as I did and she looked into my eyes. I got all the buttons undone and pulled the shirttail up out of her slacks. I pushed her blouse back off of her shoulders and she pulled her arms free.

I smiled and said, "You're beautiful."

"Thank you." We started kissing again. After rubbing the bare skin on her back for a minute I reached for her bra clasp. I got it undone very easily then pulled away to pull the straps down her shoulders and see her breasts.

"They're beautiful." I took one in each hand and gently squeezed. They sagged a little but they were very nice. They weren't big, but they weren't tiny either. Just the right size. I never met a breast I didn't like.

"Do you really like 'em? I know they're not as nice as the young girls' you're used to."

"Yes. I really do love 'em. They're perfect. Every bit as nice as the young girls. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You've got a great body."

"You haven't seen the rest of it yet."

"Alright then. Let's just take care of that." I reached for the button of her slacks.

"Wait. Even things up. Take your shirt off first."

I pulled my shirt up over my head. "Better?"

"Oh yeah. Much better." She rubbed her fingers up and down my chest. I pulled her in to kiss her some more and felt her bare breasts against my chest. I felt her nipples harden and push into me. She giggled and said, "Your chest hair tickles." While we continued to kiss she worked herself up onto my lap. I fondled her tits as we kissed.

Then I went for her pants again. I undid her belt and worked the button out of the buttonhole. I slid the zipper down and she asked again, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes! 100% certain. If you feel between my legs you'll see how sure I am."

And she did. She reached down between us and found my hard cock under my jeans. She squeezed it. "Yeah. I guess you are."

"Stand up for me." She stood up from my lap and I started pulling her slacks over her hips. She grabbed my hands and stopped me. I looked up at her face and asked, "Are YOU sure? I'll stop if you tell me to."

"No. I'm sure. Go ahead." She let go of my hands and I slowly pulled her slacks downward giving her time to stop me. I looked up at her face and she was beet red. I understood. It had been a long time and I was somebody she just met. I kissed her belly then pushed her slacks to the floor. I got on my knees and raised her foot to remove her shoe and pull her foot free. Then I did the same to the other one. She was wearing what some would call granny panties. Plain white cotton, full coverage front and back. But sexy nonetheless.

I stood up. "Do you want me to make it even again?"

She just nodded her head. I gazed at her near naked body as I undid my belt, unbuckled my jeans, and pushed them down. She looked really good. As I said, her tits sagged a little but not were still quite nice. She had a little bit of a belly, but again not enough to turn me off. Her ass also sagged just slightly but not as much as I would have expected. She was my first older lady and I didn't really know what to expect, but I was not disappointed in the least. I kicked off my shoes and took my jeans and socks off. Now we were both in our underwear only. I had boxers on and my hard cock sprang out through the fly. I hadn't intended for that to happen but it was okay. When she saw it she tentatively reached out and lightly touched it with her fingertips. It jumped. I watched her as she ever so slowly touched it more and more. First with just her fingertips, then she put her hand around it. She looked up at my face then and said, "It's big."

"Thank you." I pulled her to me and kissed her. She kept her hand on my dick, slowly stroking it. I slid my hands down to her ass and cupped her cheeks. I squeezed them and they were pretty firm. I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling her tits, her ass, her hair, her soft skin. I put my hands in the top of her panties on either side and started pushing them down. I bent over and pushed them all the way down. She stood there with them around her ankles. I squatted again to take them off her feet. I looked up her pussy. It was hidden in a mass of black hair. I assumed she didn't see a need to trim it anymore since her husbands' passing. Or maybe she never did. Some women don't. It was still beautiful. I leaned in and kissed it and she said, "Oh! My God!

I stood up and took my boxers off. "Why don't we go into the other room."

"Okay," was all she said. I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again. After a minute I eased her down to a sitting position on the bed. Then I maneuvered her to lie down. I laid beside her and continued kissing her and started fondling her breasts again. Then I moved down and planted kisses all over both of them. I took one in my mouth and sucked on the nipple, making her cry out. I slid my hand down to her pussy and just cupped it for a moment. I knew I had to take my time with her and let her get used to the idea of giving herself to another man. After a brief moment I started gently squeezing her mound and she moaned. I ran my finger up between her lips and felt moisture seeping out. I did this for a minute or so then carefully worked my finger inside. As I eased it in her legs spread and she moaned. I got on my knees and kissed downwards on her torso. Down her ribcage, to her belly, tongued her bellybutton and she giggled, then down to her waist. I had a breast in one hand and the other on her pussy. I removed the one from her pussy to make room for my tongue.

I continued downwards through the mass of hair and finally felt her lips beneath mine. Her pussy was hot and getting wet. I kissed it and she moaned. I ran my tongue over her lips and she cried out, "Oh dear God!" I moved and got between her legs so I could get in there better. As I inserted my tongue into her she bent her knees up letting her legs part even more. I worked my tongue in and out, then licked up and down her lips. It didn't take long before she cried out, "O God! You gotta stop! I'm gonna cum!" I saw that as no reason to stop so I didn't. And she did cum. As I felt her juices starting to flow she cried,"Oh God! Yes! AAHHH!" I licked her and sucked up her juices until she was done.

I raised up and crawled up on top of her. I kissed her and moved my hard cock around on her pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Please. I need you inside of me."

I raised my hips up and guided my cock into her hot, wet vagina. I eased in slowly and when it was fully in I held still for a moment, sighed, and said, "God. You feel so good." I pulled out slowly then pushed back in just as slowly. Her eyes were closed. She raised her hips to meet me. I slowly moved my cock in and out several times.

She softly and slowly said, "Oh yeah. That's it, Baby. That's nice. Sooo good. My God! It's been so long. You feel so good inside me." I picked up the pace and started pumping faster. "Yes. Yes. Yes. That's it. Keep it up."

I watched her face as I fucked her. She looked really, really happy. Her eyes were closed, her head moved from side to side, she was breathing hard, and sighing and moaning. It made me feel really good to think that I was making her feel that good. I dare say this might be the most enjoyable sex I ever had. It seems older women are very appreciative.

I continued fucking her and watching not only her face, but her tits bouncing around as well. I reached down and fondled those tits. Then I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted it up and started pounding into her a little harder and a little faster, as I was getting close. And I knew she was, too. Because she was pushing her pussy towards me and squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles, squealing, and saying, "Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Give it to me! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Harder! Faster! Yesss! That's it! OOHHH! I'm cumming! AAAHHHH!"

I let go and shot a massive load into her as she came also. We both cried out and I kept pounding into her until we were both spent. I collapsed on top of her and laid there for a minute until I was able to move again. Then I rolled over onto the bed beside her and continued to just lay there as I had not really fully caught my breath yet. And she seemed to be the same. I heard her breathing hard and felt her heart pounding as I had my hand laying on her chest.

At last she spoke. "That was really amazing. I've never had sex that good. And I'm not just saying that because it's been so long. It truly was great. And your penis is much larger than any I've ever had."

"That was the best for me, too. I mean it. You're really, really good. Them young girls ain't got nothing on you. You're fantastic."

After a while we got up and dressed. I carried the paintings to her car and we made plans to do it again next week.

CHAPTER 5

Over the next few months, between Jackie and Rosemary and an occasional visit from Carolyn I kept pretty busy. But I continued my search for my birth parents in my spare time. I was starting to find little things here and there that were helpful. Then I got some information from someone who knew her back then that said she had moved to Hillsville when she left here all those years ago and started using the name Danielle. They thought she used the last name Richards, or Richardson, or Richmond, something like that.

I went there a few times and did find records of a Danielle Richardson. She had lived there for 5 years then moved. Using that name I traced her back to her original hometown, Uniontown, where I had been searching. I just didn't have the right name. In just a couple of weeks I had an address and the name Danielle Davis. She had gotten married. I rode by the place a few times hoping to get a glimpse but never did. I eventually wrote a rather lengthy letter, explaining in depth who I was and what I was doing. I said I would very much like to meet her but have no expectations and want nothing from her. That I want only to meet her and get some closure. I signed it William B. Townsend. She wrote back and said she would agree to meet me as she had always wondered how I turned out and what became of me. She said we could meet at the park in the center of town. I wrote back and gave her the number of my work cell phone to text. I didn't want to give her my personal number in case things went south for whatever reason. She texted it and said this was also a work phone. We texted back and forth and made arrangements to meet Saturday at noon at the benches at the lake in the park. A nice, public setting.

I arrived at the park at precisely noon Saturday, nervous as could be. There are several benches at the lake. As I approached I saw that only one had anybody sitting there, but it was 2 people. I was approaching from the back and I was shocked when I stepped around in front of them. "Carolyn? Jackie? Hi. You 2 know each other?"

"Well, hi Barry." they both said. Carolyn got up and pecked me on the cheek. "Yeah. This is my Mom. You 2 know each other?"

"Yeah. She bought some art from me. I didn't know you were here this weekend."

"It came up all of a sudden. I just got here this morning. What are you doing here?"

"I was supposed to meet someone but I guess they're not here yet."

"Same here. I'll explain it all later."

Jackie said, "I'm going to text him and see if he's on the way." I talked to Carolyn while she did that.

Then my work phone buzzed and I looked at it. Text: I'm here. Are you on the way? It hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at her with shock and alarm in my eyes. "Danielle!?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's my first name. But I go by Jackie. Jacqueline's my middle name. How did you know that?"

"And Carolyn's your daughter?"

"That's right. What's wrong?"

"That means... Oh fuck... shit!"

"What?"

"That means... Shit! This is bad. This is REAL bad! That means.... you're my mother. And Carolyn's.... my sister."

Carolyn screamed, "WHAT!!?"

Jackie asked incredulously, "You're William Townsend!? I thought your name was Barry!"

"I go by my middle name, also. Barrett. Barry for short."

"Oh my God!!" They both said almost in unison and clapped their hands to their mouths in surprise and their eyes flew open wide.

Carolyn took off running. I wanted to run, also. But I stayed to face the music.

Jackie said, "You're right. This IS really bad. Are you and Carolyn... a couple? She got up and kissed you when you got here."

"Yeah. I guess we are. WERE. I mean, obviously, not any more."

"So you 2... slept together?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Holyyy shit! I gotta go! I can't talk now. I gotta think. I gotta find Carolyn." I just stood there in shock as she hurried away.

I DO hope to talk to them both someday and sort things out, but I'm sure it will be a while before that happens, if ever.