A confession about how I got pregnant.

He was the son of a lady who owned lots of property, including the house that we lived in. They lived next door to us. My mother told me to get knocked up. My mother made sure she always left us alone. She started to get pissed because if I didn't get knocked up before he left for college I was going to lose my chance. It was April and he graduated from high school and he was going to be gone. My mother told me to stop pussy footing around, to unzip him and take his dick and suck him down hard and then get on top of him and make him come inside of me. That once he got his first taste of having a girl he would just fuck me until I got pregnant.

I did what my mother said, and I made him stick it in me and come. Every time I had a chance I unzipped him and made him hard and got on him and by June I was sure I was pregnant. I got a boy out of him, lost a year of school, he never married me because in the end he turned out to be gay, I was so upset about him being gay that I turned my attention to a girl in my class and pretend to be a lesbian.

At 26, by then I was an elementary teacher, I met this veteran who was working in heating and air conditioning and he pretty much did to me what I had done to my son's father. He forced me to have sex totally against my will and I got knocked up again. I didn't marry him because he is not worth marrying, even though he fathered a baby with me.

Because I pretend to be a lesbian I have not met a man to marry, I have two kids, one is 12 and one is 2, neither father pays child support, the first father because I am embarrassed to ask and the second because he is the douche bag that he is. My girlfriend helps me with the bills.

One day I will have to confess to my little daughter how I got her. My son is a strong boy and I don't worry to much about him, and he is a boy and not a girl. It is my daughter that I worry about telling. I just know that when she finds out she was not only unwanted, but her father got me pregnant the way he did it is going to destroy her mind. Until that day that I have to tell her I will have to carry this around. I hope that growing up with us will make her strong, but if I was told I was unwanted and the product of a take over I know I would be screwed up myself.

I'm going to put down that I am bisexual, but really I am not. I have just lived with her for so long that we live together. She knows I am not totally lesbian, but she is and she knows she can keep me around so she doesn't worry to much about it.

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