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Straight Female / 31
I am now 31 and have give birth to four children, two are mine and two who are twins are surrogate children, implanted fertilized eggs of another woman. All feel that all these children are mine, I breast fed them.
I was 25 when my then boss, and now father of all the children, asked me to meet his wife. She was 29 and worked as a manager in a financial firm. He was my boss and I was an accountant for him. At the meeting with his wife, he left us alone for this meeting, she told me she had lost her cervix and uterus to cancer so she couldn't bear children because she doesn't have a uterus, but she had eggs harvested, lots of them, and she was looking for a woman to carry the children after fertilization with her husband's sperm. And she told me that her husband was fond of me and he had told her that the only woman he was interested in having as a surrogate was me.
During our conversation which lasted several hours we spoke mostly about how he was fond of me and I was surely fond of him until I confessed that I had feelings for him but I had always maintained a professional distance. She pressed and pressed until I told her yes, if he were available I would probably got to bed with him. She made me tell her that I loved him. Loved him like wanting to get married loved him. When I was all tied up with my feelings being exposed she told me that she wanted me to get pregnant first, to have my own child first, to prove to her that I was going to be around and raise the children I had for her, she wanted her children from an experienced mother who would breastfeed them and stick around to raise them she didn't want a machine having her children.
In between the lines I felt that she was still scared of the cancer and she wanted to make sure her children would be taken care of. Like I said the conversation lasted over three hours. I did not commit to anything, but when her husband and my boss came back to the house she told him that she wanted me to move in right away.
In the end I had my child, then I got her eggs implanted and two took and I had twins and then I had another one of mine. Like she asked all children have been breastfed for nine months and I raise them and care for them. She is sill healthy and no indications of a recurring cancer. I am the mother and she is like an aunt to the children, even her own who call me Mommy and call her Aunt Claire. These babies, all of them, came out of me. I can't tell anything about who's egg is the mother, they are my children, mine. I don't even understand that I am supposed to feel like they are not my children. I bathe them, feed them, care for them all day and like I said I breastfed them all.
I am the Mommy and she is the Aunt, except she is married to their father and I am not. I sleep with him in the house, and she sleeps in the mother in law room across the house. Sure sometimes he visits her, and sometimes she comes and gets in bed with us and sometimes he just takes her to our bed and has sex with her. That's how its been since I moved in, I am the bedded wife and mother she is the other woman, I take care of the home and the kids and she works outside the home.
When her children call me Mommy my heart goes through all kinds of hoops, when they cling to me when they are tired, or are looking for love and affection. I just know they are my children, from my womb, fed from my breast. You think I am crazy, I know you do, but I took them to my breast for nine months, I carried them in my womb for nine months, I birthed them vaginally, I held them on my chest the minute they were born. There is no difference between how I had my children and hers, none whatsoever. But they are hers too, but she is only the Aunt and I am the mother.
Sometimes I get depressed, how she lost her uterus to cancer and so young, she was only 27 and to never be able to have her own children and breast feed them. She has never known the feeling of breastfeeding her own children. This whole life is like something I can't explain, except that I can't imagine my life anymore without my children.
I was 25 when my then boss, and now father of all the children, asked me to meet his wife. She was 29 and worked as a manager in a financial firm. He was my boss and I was an accountant for him. At the meeting with his wife, he left us alone for this meeting, she told me she had lost her cervix and uterus to cancer so she couldn't bear children because she doesn't have a uterus, but she had eggs harvested, lots of them, and she was looking for a woman to carry the children after fertilization with her husband's sperm. And she told me that her husband was fond of me and he had told her that the only woman he was interested in having as a surrogate was me.
During our conversation which lasted several hours we spoke mostly about how he was fond of me and I was surely fond of him until I confessed that I had feelings for him but I had always maintained a professional distance. She pressed and pressed until I told her yes, if he were available I would probably got to bed with him. She made me tell her that I loved him. Loved him like wanting to get married loved him. When I was all tied up with my feelings being exposed she told me that she wanted me to get pregnant first, to have my own child first, to prove to her that I was going to be around and raise the children I had for her, she wanted her children from an experienced mother who would breastfeed them and stick around to raise them she didn't want a machine having her children.
In between the lines I felt that she was still scared of the cancer and she wanted to make sure her children would be taken care of. Like I said the conversation lasted over three hours. I did not commit to anything, but when her husband and my boss came back to the house she told him that she wanted me to move in right away.
In the end I had my child, then I got her eggs implanted and two took and I had twins and then I had another one of mine. Like she asked all children have been breastfed for nine months and I raise them and care for them. She is sill healthy and no indications of a recurring cancer. I am the mother and she is like an aunt to the children, even her own who call me Mommy and call her Aunt Claire. These babies, all of them, came out of me. I can't tell anything about who's egg is the mother, they are my children, mine. I don't even understand that I am supposed to feel like they are not my children. I bathe them, feed them, care for them all day and like I said I breastfed them all.
I am the Mommy and she is the Aunt, except she is married to their father and I am not. I sleep with him in the house, and she sleeps in the mother in law room across the house. Sure sometimes he visits her, and sometimes she comes and gets in bed with us and sometimes he just takes her to our bed and has sex with her. That's how its been since I moved in, I am the bedded wife and mother she is the other woman, I take care of the home and the kids and she works outside the home.
When her children call me Mommy my heart goes through all kinds of hoops, when they cling to me when they are tired, or are looking for love and affection. I just know they are my children, from my womb, fed from my breast. You think I am crazy, I know you do, but I took them to my breast for nine months, I carried them in my womb for nine months, I birthed them vaginally, I held them on my chest the minute they were born. There is no difference between how I had my children and hers, none whatsoever. But they are hers too, but she is only the Aunt and I am the mother.
Sometimes I get depressed, how she lost her uterus to cancer and so young, she was only 27 and to never be able to have her own children and breast feed them. She has never known the feeling of breastfeeding her own children. This whole life is like something I can't explain, except that I can't imagine my life anymore without my children.
