It Does Happen

Four years ago I had sex with my son. It was just meant to be playful and fun, and I’m sure that some would say that I got just what I deserved, because he ejaculated in me and it worked. I got pregnant. I simply had been careless and I had let that happen. I had hoped that it would take more than just the once. It certainly had conceiving him.

Then I was divorced and out of practice in thinking in terms of birth control, and my son and I quite blithely and happily enjoyed some naked fun. It was exciting and felt quite wonderful doing that together as mother and son, as such is hardly that uncommon especially these days. Still, while I was thoroughly enjoying myself, I was hardly planning on presenting him with a baby brother and a son. I knew that I just couldn’t bring myself to have an abortion, so having a baby was the only other alternative and my son was supportive of this.

But it has now been four years and looking back, I cannot say that I really regretted this.

My son and I have continued to have sex and we have a very loving relationship which we both find quite satisfying and rewarding. We have both dated other people, but somehow we just found ourselves far happier with each other. Now we are living together openly and raising the baby as our own.

No, not exactly the future I had ever imagined, having a baby with my son, and having my own son as my husband, and he certainly never imagined having his own mom as his wife. Yet, this has worked out and we are both very happy and pleased if the truth be known. I know for sure that I am not the first mother to ever be impregnated by her own son – or a brother, for that matter – but sometimes such situations can and do work out. Although I will say that I am not recommending this and I do advise caution. So you moms out there who are thinking about having sexual relations with our own son, do think carefully and wisely about this beforehand and avoid the complications.

As it is we have definitely decided not to have any more children together, and we are still wondering what to tell our son, if anything. If anyone has any advice on this, please feel free to write. Serious comments only please and no sermons as the horse has already left the barn and that would just be so much silly and useless holier than thou nit-picking, now wouldn’t it. So just quietly pat yourself on the back for being so perfect and lave the rest of us to have a genuine and honest discussion.