A Passion between a mother and son: An Adopted story

Wes always knew he was adopted, his family told him when he was 5, not out of spite or anything, just in case he found out by himself and felt betrayed or even worse. Wes just turned 16 and for his birthday, he was going to meet his birth-mother, unfortunatly his birth-father died a few years ago.
Wes’s Father, Evan, was 48 years old when he died and a pilot, not of a huge airline, but a small company; the day he died, his plane was malfunctioning and it crashed into a hill close to Spain.
Wes’s mother, Melanie, now 48 years old herself, was a book store owner and she was doing well for herself, she also had a few best sellers, which Wes had read.
The first time he saw a picture of his birth-mother, he thought she was extremely beautiful, he didn’t think that was wrong or weird, being that he didn’t grow up with her, he thought it was perfectly normal.
Compared to his mother and father, Wes had his mothers complection and his fathers height, apart from that, Wes was a good looking kid, he had black hair and brown eyes, he also had a ripped chest which made girls drool over him.

“So do you want us to go with you, to help see your birth mother?” Zoe, his adopted mother asked, she rubbed his back, as Wes was eating his breakfast, or trying to, he was more nervous than anything.
“Nah, I think i’ll be fine mum” Wes replied, giving her a weak smile, she kissed his cheek and teared up a little.
“Now don’t you run off and leave us” Byron, his adopted father joked, winking at him and giving his wife a hug.
“Guys, its just a meet and greet for an over night stay at a hotel. We have gotten to know each other, but face to face would be better. You guys are my parents” Wes told them, making them smile with how confident he was.
“Well, I’m going to give you an extra $150, just in case, I dont want Melanie to think you’re a free loader” Byron pulled his wallet out and forked out the cash.
“Thanks dad. I’m going to have a shower and get ready. I told Melanie I’d meet her outside ‘Chimmo’s’ around 10.” Wes finished his breakfast, grabbed the money off the table, put it in his wallet, before getting his clothes and getting into the shower.
He flexed a few times in the mirror and looked down at his cock, which he decided to trim his pubes, he knew it was a long shot, but just in case he wanted to look good.

Wes sipped on his coke and looked at the time on his phone nervously, or for a text, a missed call, anything. A few people were walking along the street, some holding hands, others listening to their ipods, and a few running as quickly as they could for whatever reason. Wes felt a vibration come from his phone.
‘Running late, be there soon. XX’ was the text, Wes calmed down a bit, at least she messaged him and it wasn’t an effort to ditch him.
A couple of birds landed in front of him and made their way to the bread crumbs that someone dropped, he had a laugh as they tripped over each other to get the scraps.
“Hey, i’m so sorry i’m late, have you been waiting long?” Melanie called out to him, coming from around the corner.
Melanie was wearing a mini skirt, a pair of fish net stockings and a peach shirt, that showed off her cleavage. Wes stood up and they hugged, he felt her breasts dig into his chest, causing his cock to wake up, his nose went off as he smelt her perfume, which was a strong vanilla scent.
“No not long. You look great by the way” Wes told her, letting go of her and giving her a warm smile.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, check out these muscles” Melanie continued to flirt playfully with him, grabbing his arm and squeezing playfully, feeling herself getting wet, which surprised her a little.
“Shall we go and find a place to eat lunch before going to a hotel?” Wes asked, linking his arm into hers and they strolled down the street for a little bit.
“We could.