Chapter 1

Young Molly was informed she was in a stage of pregnancy whilst in her local clinic for a a minor procedure.

Problem was, she was fiveteen at the time and her parents were very shocked! They were unaware of any boy-friend? In fact there was no boyfriend. It had all taken place on a sleepover months ago. She had been molested by a grown man; who was never identified. When Molly gave birth to the baby bastard; she named him Jason.

Her parents though, being well-placed socially, soon had the baby taken away from her, for adoption. Molly was taken to Paris for a short holiday and the whole mucky trauma was swepted under the carpet.

But for little Jason it was to be the beginning of a long saga that would take many years to resolve.

Jason was a lovely fairhaired blue eyed boy who’s addoptive parents nurtured him into an attractive youth, never hiding from Jason that he was addopted; so later when he asked about his birth mother, they gave him what little information they had.

Gradually he traced the whereabouts of his mother and eventually they had spoken tentatively to each other on the phone. That first contact had been awkward and emotional for them both. But it had been agreed that they would talk again before long.

With each conversation they built a picture of each others lives - Jason was now going on nineteen and Molly was a married woman. Jason kept asking his mother for a proper meeting but She was reluctant to take such a bold step. But eventually she agreed to his sugestion of meeting for a meal on his twentieth birthday - which was just three months away.

When the day to meet my mother for the first time arrived, my emotions were sliding arround. I’d been fantasising about how it would be between us for years, but since the date for us had been agreed upon, my mind had been in overdrive. Our dinner-date was to to celebrate our being lost but finally found. Thats how I came to book dinner at a swanky resturant with options of an overnight room. Perhaps It was a bit over the top? Hell - I was as nervious as hell- so I took the precausion of having some fall-back ammo with me - a few lines of strong sherbert. The evening had all begun prim and proper with the two of us exchanging chating carefully around safe subjects, which soon became frustrating because I quickly found my mother’s presence very sexually stimulating. Sure, she was attractive in the way most thirty year old females are, but there was moreto her than that. She had a scence of presence that simply cativated me; and I had no experience of how to deal with the effect of it. It was putting me on edge; and I could tell she had noticed it. I excused myself and went to the mens room. I returned rubbing my nose with the back of my had; grinning at her and quickly got back into the stride of things. Her hand came onto mine and I tingled.

Then there was some sweet music being played, I’d asked Molly to to dance, “Oh! I’d love to Jason!”

I took her hand and led her onto the small dance area and taking her into my arms, I was surprised at how nicely head rested on my shoulder. Before long we were smooching closely for the first time.

The music reached an interval and we returned hand in hand to sit at our small candle-lit dinner-table. The waiter replenished our wine glasses and our eyes held each others as we talked of fond memories. After several wines, Molly reminisced how in the past I’d deliberately entered her bedroom while she’d been virtually naked; and how she’d felt pretty flattered at the time!

Apparently, in the lead-up to the divorce, sex had stopped for some time. But she’d long since assumed I’d grown out of the crush I’d had on her.

Then, as now, it was her pointy breast on her slender frame and the slide of her hips that ran into those long slender legs; and a face that tantalised me.

So now I corrected her, saying “I’ve never grown out of my desire for you!”.

Her eye’s had widened before she’d drained her glass of wine. Her face flushed as she stared at the candle, rather than look at me. I could see she felt nervously excited so I continued to work on her. “Look at these people around us; they have no idea who we are. They just see a guy with a sexy female; a guy who’s hoping to get lucky tonight!”

She squealed in surprise, her eyes now catching my own. “Jason! What are you saying!”

She giggled while staring at me through her carefully painted eye lashes.

“Well, will I get lucky tonight?” I asked playfully.

She giggled again and leaned in to me; her eyes dancing, “You’re outrageous Jason!”

Yes I was, but I could see she was excited.

The jazz-quartet began playing again, so I rose and led her onto the small floor; now we danced far more intimately than we had at the start of our evening ~ ~

When we returned home, Molly went into her room; I hung back, not wanting to rush things but after a while I joined her. She looked up from where she sat at her vanity mirror.

Approaching her from behind, her Jade eyes watched me; a nervous smile on her full red lips. I stood behind her, staring back through the mirror at her questioning gaze. I brought my hands up to lay upon her slender shoulders; the straps of her brassiere contrasting with the smooth creamy skin.

Slowly my warm moist lips went to the nape of her neck, her skin feeling cool. I kissed her very lightly yet felt her quiver. Her aroma was as I remembered, that lingering perfume mixed with her expensive organic bath soap. It had excited me then; just as it did now.

I pressed my cheek gently against hers, my eyes again capturing hers in the mirror. She looked vulnerable, uncertain and a little dizzy with wine.

She watched me as my eyes moved to her full breasts and she blushed with pride. The black lace bra giving just a hint of the darker shade of her nipples. The flesh pressed together between those two points into a pale cleavage.

My hands slid smoothly down her shoulders; almost to her elbows. I felt her shiver again; goose bumps rising upon her flesh, as my hands moved in and up. A gasp escaped her as I grasped both breasts, squeezing them roughly until that delicious valley was an obscene canyon.

Again I kissed her neck, her head turning away to arch it toward me, “Oh ... Jason ... No...”

When I looked up at her face I saw that she had her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open as her chest rose and fell within my arms. In my hands I felt the nipples rise, poking me through the fabric of her undergarment.

The lips were moving but nothing came out for several seconds, and when it did, it was but a whisper, “ ... please Jason stop...!”