You had me in your early 20’s but you couldn’t look after me so you had to leave me at the doors of another family while you left to live your life.

I had a rough life. No mother. No father, moved from one foster home to another, moving from school to school. Didn’t really make much friends. Being bullied wherever I went. But I didn’t let that stop me. I didn’t get adopted but by the time I was 18, I left to figure my own life out. I took up martial arts and I grew up to be pretty tall and fit. Taking up jobs in security just to get by. I did get curious and try to find who my parents were but nothing ever came up so I eventually stopped trying.

After abandoning me, you ended up drifting between places, until you found a solid job. Over the next 18 years you’d become slightly successful actress. But you’re lonely, and entering a midlife crisis of sorts. Where you haven’t settled down, and you left your only son out in the wild.

You decide to search out for me, by giving your DNA to various organisations. You get a match. After many nerve wracking weeks, you get a call saying that a match has been found and there is someone who could potentially be your son.

I then get an king email from you, about how you’re my mother and how you’ve been searching for me. That you’re sorry for leaving me and that you’d like to meet up if possible.

I decide to give it a shot. You book a week and fly down to where I live and book a hotel. The day you come over we decide to meet in a cafe.

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So I’d like to start it off from here, when we meet up.

I’ll be 19, and you’ll be 43/44.

I’ll be a mature and slightly wild character, who hasn’t been able to develop properly, due to my environment. Of course you’re ridden with guilt and remorse and try to make it up to me and get back into my life.

I could either take advantage of your feelings and have sex with you. Or we could develop feelings for each other if you’re into romance.

I’d prefer to do something long term and slice of life.

My kinks are in my profile.