Lost And Found Ch 03 5

Lost and Found

Chapter 3 - Reunion

Daniel stood outside the door debating whether to knock again. It had been a couple of minutes since he first rapped his knuckles against the door and the sounds of female moaning had stopped shortly thereafter. Had he really just arrived in the middle of his mum being fucked? He pictured what had been happening on the other side of the door and an unexpected rush of blood went straight to his crotch. Candy, his mysterious mother, had abandoned him when she was a teenager, so maybe she was some kind of permanently horny nymphomaniac who had a parade of men coming and going? Another wave of arousal hit him at the thought, causing a noticeable bulge to form in his pants. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was finally about to meet his mother for the first time and all he could think about was her having sex. He shook his head, as if trying to disperse the perverted thoughts from his mind before steeling himself to knock once more. His knuckles met the plastic door three times as he straightened his hair with his fingers, fidgeting nervously on the spot until he finally heard movement inside. The handle slowly turned and the door swung open. The moment had finally arrived.

The woman standing in the door was disheveled, to put it nicely. Her make-up was smeared and smudged, her dress was creased and crumpled and her hair was a tangled, grease coated mess. If there was any doubt before it was gone now. He had just interrupted his mum having sex. Who had she been with? How was she positioned? Was she still wet and desperate to cum? His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the woman's voice, shaking him back to reality. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked in a strained, slightly embarrassed voice. Daniel just stared blankly at her in response, unable to say anything. What should he even say?

So much time passed since her greeting that Candy was starting to become uncomfortable with the strangers' silence. "Are you ok?" she asked warily, positioning her body behind the door as if to protect herself from a potential incoming attack. The words caught in Daniel's throat, his entire life flashing before his eyes in a moment. His throat was so dry and his palms were sweating when he finally managed to force out a solitary word, dripping with meaning, intensity and emotion.

"Mum?" he asked, voice wavering.

Candy was unsure what to expect from the young, blond man standing on her doorstep but she would have never guessed this in a million years. She turned white, her face a mix of confusion, amazement, regret, and fear. She clutched onto the door to stay on her feet as her knees shook, still feeling wobbly from the assault on her pussy mere minutes earlier. This must be some sort of joke right? This couldn't possibly be her long lost son, could it? "What did you say?" she asked breathlessly.

Daniel cleared his throat. "Sorry, are you Candy Sanders?" he asked, managing to muster up a little confidence as the anxiety and weight of this moment wracked his body. "My name is Daniel and I think you're my mum." Tears welled up in his eyes as he heard the words pass his lips, overcome by emotions. Daniel didn't need to say any more, he could tell just by the feeling in his gut when he looked at her, that this was the right woman. This was his long lost mother.

Despite having no proof to speak of, Candy felt deep down in her bones, in her soul, with every fiber of her being that this was him. This was her son. She started to softly cry as she smiled back at Daniel, unable to speak. On the inside, the feelings of the last two decades rushed through her as she struggled to make sense of them. The guilt and shame of abandoning her child, amazement and joy that he had found her and fear that he would be angry with her. He had every right to be angry, she wouldn't be able to blame him if he felt that way. These two people, two strangers, separated by years, miles, and circumstances stood staring at each other sobbing, unable to move, think, or speak. Locked in this moment together, their eyes said more to each other than any words ever could.

A couple of minutes of silence had passed when Candy heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Steve. Her eyes went wide, fear and alarm radiating through her body as she realized he was going to discover the scene playing out on the doorstep within the next few seconds. He was unlikely to respond well to her speaking to a handsome young man without explanation. She needed time by herself with Daniel to talk, to be sure of what her feelings were telling her and she wouldn't be able to get that with Steve around. Her mind sprang into action before she had a second to ponder what to do next.

"There's a cafe down the road, be back here in 30 minutes," she instructed and closed the door abruptly. Daniel was surprised, left staring at the door, face still damp with tears. After standing there briefly, he decided it was best to do as he was told, Candy must have had a good reason for telling him to go he reasoned. Their unspoken connection had told him everything he needed to know. This was his mother, no question about that. What was another half an hour to him after over two decades of waiting? He took a moment to compose himself, wiping his eyes with his sleeves, which was when he noticed the sound of muffled voices on the other side of the door. The other voice was clearly male, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He shrugged and turned from the door, walking down the road slowly in an endorphin induced daze. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach, his body exhausted and his head spinning. Despite his best efforts the emotions bubbling up inside him were threatening to take over and burst to the surface. He darted into a back street lined with black bins, assorted rubbish, and a long abandoned pink child's bicycle missing its chain and a tyre. His suitcase toppled over to the ground as he leant against a wall and the tears fell without restraint. His body shook as he wept, his mind going over all the years of self-doubt and questions. The birthdays and Christmases where he had waited to see if he would have a card from his mum, each time leading to crippling disappointment. Walking past women in the street and wondering if they were her. The emptiness he felt inside, not knowing one of the most basic things about himself, wondering who he truly was.

Daniel punched the wall in anger, scraping his knuckles as pain shot through his body, helping to snap himself out of the spiral he had been sliding down. If he hadn't stopped the descent, he could have ended in a very, very dark place. His thoughts turned back to Candy, the sorrow and joy in her eyes when he called her Mum. In an instant the anger and self doubt was replaced with happiness and relief at having finally found her. He had plenty of time to ask questions, but for now, he needed to focus on the positive. He continued crying for several minutes, letting everything out as his breathing gradually started to slow and he regained his composure. He wiped his tears from his eyes, straightening up and slapping himself in the face to pull himself together. Once he had recovered a little, he picked his case off the floor, resuming his journey, quickly finding the cafe Candy mentioned and heading inside.

It was a typical working class British "caff," small and sparse with several tables and chairs, small neon coloured cardboard stars displaying prices by the till, and a selection of weathered mugs lining the shelves on the rear wall. Despite its rough and ready presentation, the place was bustling with life. This was clearly a spot beloved by the locals as even in the early evening, there were several patrons present, eating, drinking, and chatting away. He made his way to the till and ordered a coffee, taking a seat and gently sipping as he continuously checked his phone to see how much time had passed. He still felt shaky after breaking down just minutes earlier, but the hot, black, bitter drink helped him to calm down further as he focused on the heat radiating from the mug to his hands and the flavor on his palate. His feet tapped on the floor with nervous excitement as he looked around the cafe, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. He wondered how many times Candy had been in the same place he was currently, maybe even the exact same seat. The thought thrilled him, although not as much as the thought of returning to the house and getting to see her again. His cock twitched in his pants as he brought her face to mind. Ignoring it, he told himself it was just a weird reaction by his body after such a stressful day.

Finally, after what felt like forever thirty minutes had passed since he left Candy's door and Daniel got up, heading out of the café, leaving his half drank cup of coffee behind. As he walked back down the street towards his mum's house, he spotted a man walking towards him, striding confidently, arms swinging by his sides. He was wearing a tatty pair of denim jeans and a stained England football shirt, pudgy belly bouncing with every step. He was puffing on a hand-rolled cigarette, his small lips framed by a thick mustache and soul patch. The two made eye contact as they passed, the strange man staring a hole through Daniel, almost as if he was trying to intimidate him. Daniel held his nerve, not breaking his gaze as they passed. The moment only lasted a second, but he could tell that this was a very unpleasant man, the kind of person he wouldn't dream of associating with. Daniel continued his journey down the street, until he once again stood outside of his mother's door.

He knocked and this time Candy opened it hurriedly, urging him to come inside quickly as if concerned that someone might see. "Come in, come in," she said, "Take your shoes off and take a seat." She gestured towards the sofa, her mind flashing back to being bent over that very same piece of furniture less than an hour ago. She was incredibly anxious and excited, barely having time to process her emotions properly, but despite her fear and regret, it was happiness that was pushing its way to the front of her mind now that Daniel was in her home.

Daniel did as he was told, leaving his suitcase next to the doorway and bending over to untie his shoelaces. Candy took the opportunity to take in the young man standing before her. He certainly seemed about the right age to be her son and he had the same blond hair, but babies' hair color often changes as they get older so this wasn't a guarantee of his identity. It was the feeling in her stomach that told her that this was him and over the years she had learned to listen to her instincts. It had been a very long time since those instincts had been motherly. Twenty one years to be precise. Daniel finished removing his shoes and walked to the sofa, gingerly taking a seat, trying to make himself comfortable.

Candy stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with herself, crossing and uncrossing her arms repeatedly. "Long journey?" she asked.

"Not too bad," Daniel replied, wringing his hands nervously. "Few hours, at least the trains actually ran for once!" He laughed gently and Candy joined him. Once their mirth died down an uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a second. Both of them had imagined this moment countless times, but now that it had arrived, they didn't know what to say or do.

"Do you want a drink? You must be parched after such a long journey! I've got tea, coffee, juice, water, cola, lemonade...erm...beer?" Candy rambled anxiously as she counted out the options on her fingers.

"Water would be great," Daniel said, smiling warmly at her. Candy quickly made her way to the kitchen to fetch his drink as Daniel took in his surroundings. The room was immaculate, not an item out of place or a speck of dust to be seen. There were various vases of fresh flowers spread around the space giving the room a lovely floral, summery scent. Daniel sat back, finally relaxing a little despite the conflicting emotions still rampaging through his body.

As he rested his arm on the sofa he felt a wet patch against his skin, making him recoil slightly. He thought back to the noises he had heard when first arriving and his mind started to race. He glanced over towards the door Candy had left through, listening to hear if she was coming back. After a couple of seconds of silence, he ran his fingertips along the damp patch, raising his hand to his nostrils as he took a deep sniff. He knew that smell, it was different from Louise's scent, but there was no doubting it, the wet spot had been caused by his mum's pussy. He shivered with unexpected arousal as a rush of blood surged to his crotch. He took another sniff, enjoying the heady aroma when his perverted act was interrupted by the sound of Candys footsteps getting closer.

Rubbing his fingers on his trousers hurriedly, he wriggled a little further into the center of the sofa to distance himself from the damp patch and by extension, his reaction to it. He positioned his hands over his crotch to hide the bulge that had been caused, grateful to feel himself slowly deflating out of fear of his indiscretion being discovered. As Candy returned to the room, he turned to look at her, flashing a shy smile.

"There you go!" She said warmly, handing Daniel a glass of water with several ice cubes floating in it. Daniel took it gladly, glugging deeply from it before going to set it down on the table. "COASTER!" Candy exclaimed suddenly, causing Daniel to jump, nearly dropping his glass on the floor, looking at her with an alarmed expression. "I'm sorry," Candy said softly, "my partner is very particular about the house being clean, so please use a coaster for your glass."

"Ok, I'm sorry," Daniel said, hurriedly grabbing a coaster from the stack in the center of the table and placing his glass on it. Candys reaction had been alarming. What exactly was her partner like if something so simple could cause that kind of reaction? Something to ponder later he thought to himself as his mother took a seat in the armchair opposite him. They both just looked at each other again, unsure of how to proceed as an awkward silence hung in the air. After a minute of this, Daniel finally decided it was time to speak.

"I was born on the 7th of April 2002 at the Royal Hallamshire Hospital, my mother left the hospital two days later and never returned. I got adopted and when I got older I used a private company to help track you down and they're confident that you... are her... Candy Sanders. My Mum."

The words had tumbled from Daniels mouth like a waterfall, his emotions overtaking him once again as his eyes started to well up with tears. He hadn't been looking at Candy as he spoke, but now that it had all been said he looked up at her. She was as white as a sheet, shock written all over her face. As she processed everything Daniel had said, her fingernails nervously fidgeted with the material on the arm of her chair. Once again, the silence returned, both staring at each other as tears fell. Candy couldn't muster words, instead standing up and crossing the room towards Daniel. He stood too and they met in the center of Candys living room, arms wrapping around each other in their first shared embrace in over two decades. They each clung to each other for strength as they cried, years of feelings, regrets, and doubts bubbling to the surface in one single moment. Daniel felt safe and loved in a way he'd never felt before and he couldn't deny that Candy's slender body pressed close to his own certainly felt good. After a couple of minutes, the two finally pulled apart slightly, arms still held on each other's sides. Both of their eyes were red and puffy, Candy's makeup streaked down her face, damp patches on their clothes from their tears. Her fingers softly nestled in Daniel's hair, stroking lovingly.

"Hello...son."

"Hello Mum."

They both smiled widely at each other, eyes still watering. They each had so much to say, yet somehow, neither of them wanted to interrupt this moment. Sadly, they didn't have a choice in the matter as the sound of keys in the door broke them from their embrace. Candy hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes, straightening out her dress and stepping away from Daniel. "Let me do the talking," she instructed, fear in her eyes. Daniel only nodded in response, once again wondering what exactly her partner was like to cause this kind of reaction and fearing the worst.

The door swung open and Daniels' jaw dropped. It was the man who he'd seen earlier on in the street. The fat, unpleasant looking man in the England shirt. Was this his Mum's... boyfriend?

As Steve stepped into the living room, his eyes surveyed the scene, a scowl forming on his face. "Hi baby," he said, as if staking a claim to a piece of his personal property, "who is this?"

"Hello baby!" Candy said enthusiastically, darting across the room to give Steve a hug. "You'll never believe it!" She stood next to him, arm wrapped around his waist. "Remember I told you about my long lost son?" Steve only grunted in response, eyeing Daniel up and down suspiciously. "Well, this is him! He arrived shortly after you went to the pub!" She smiled warmly at both Steve and Daniel, trying to avoid any conflict. "Isn't that amazing?" Steve grunted again, clearly displeased at having another man, any man, in his home and talking to his woman. "Sadly he has to go and check into his hotel now, but it's been so amazing getting to see him, I bet you're so happy for us both aren't you Steve?"

He finally spoke. "Yeah, sure," he muttered, as he continued to stare daggers at Daniel. "Shame you have to go so soon," he lied.

Taking his mother's cue Daniel quickly walked across the room to grab his suitcase, realizing he better make a hasty exit. He had no idea of whether his Mum would be safe with this man, but if she had claimed he needed to leave, that was probably for the best. He walked up to Steve, extending his hand. "It's nice to meet you," he said, smiling while hiding his revulsion, "Hopefully we get a chance to get to know each other better in the next few days!"

Steve accepted Daniels hand, squeezing as hard as he could, as if trying to assert dominance as the younger man resisted the temptation to wince in pain. "Definitely," he snarled, "I look forward to it, safe travels."

The two men seperated and Daniel headed for the door, turning back to Candy before leaving. "I'll see you tomorrow Mum?" Candy nodded in response, smiling at Daniel warmly, albeit with apprehension written across her face. "Nice to meet you Steve." With that said, Daniel stepped out of the door and started walking, leaving Candy and Steve behind him.

As he walked he felt absolutely exhausted as a wave of tiredness washed over his body. Maybe it was the travel, maybe the emotions of the day, but whatever had caused it, he knew that he needed to get to his hotel and lay down. A short walk later, he arrived at his lodgings for the evening, and potentially the next few days too. It was a traditional looking pub with benches outside, hanging flower baskets and an overall weathered, but comforting exterior. He stepped inside and got his room key from the warm and friendly pub landlord before heading upstairs to finally get some rest. He left his bag in the corner of the room before kicking off his clothes, virtually jumping onto the bed in just his underwear, breathing in the scent of the freshly cleaned bedding, feeling its soft embrace against his skin. He just lay there for a few minutes, eyes closed, enjoying the peace and quiet as he went over the day's events in his head. His silent contemplation was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, which he hadn't looked at since he had arrived at his mum's house. He picked it up and scanned through his notifications. A couple of spam emails, some social media stuff and finally, a text from Louise.