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.
