Straight Male / 26
I Was Adopted So It's Ok
I have never told this to anyone. I have wanted to for years but never found a forum that I felt was appropriate until just now.
I'll not go into too many details since I find confessions that are too long tend to either be boring fictitious stories or just TMI.
Anyhow at the age of 15 my father died and about 6-7 months later my mom had a serious talk with me. She had taken my dad's death pretty hard and had been drinking too much too often. I did my best to console her. Many nights we would sit together on the couch watching Netflix until she passed out, often she'd cry herself to sleep. It really sucked because I missed my dad too. He was my best friend and taught me everything I knew about most of the things I loved doing.
I love my mom. I always will. She's beautiful, smart, affectionate, and has always taken great care of me. After a few weeks or so she would do things like kiss me differently than a mom usually kisses her son. She would drop hints that I missed entirely, and often would touch my crotch and comment about how much I've grown up. She once said you are now the man of the house. I think you're mature enough and all grown up.
So one night after she had been drinking and was clearly feeling the affects of it she said honey there is something I have to tell you. Your father and I were never able to have children. So we adopted you when you were just an infant. We both loved you as if you were our biological son and never looked at you any other way. I was floored to be honest but before I could say anything she said, I'm only telling you this now because I have needs and I had only ever been with your dad. And since we aren't blood related I want, no, I need to to take your dad's place.
It took me a bit to process what she said. First realizing I was adopted was a total shock. Everyone always said how much I resembled my dad. But all I said was mom I'm doing my best as the man of the house. I mow the lawn and do all the dad stuff I can. She said yes honey but I want you to take care of my sexual needs too.
I said mom you're just drunk and don't know what you're saying. She said she wasn't drunk and would have this talk with me in the morning.
She missed me goodnight, again the kind of kiss not meant for your son.
So the next morning I'm already up having a bowl of cereal. She comes into the kitchen with just her robe on, nothing unusual about that. I had questions for her about my adoption which she answered. I felt ok with it ultimately and in reality what difference did I make? I had two loving parents who did everything any kid could expect and more.
She then said you should come with me to my room. I want you to know that I meant what I said last night even if I were a little tipsy. You've grown up into a fine young man. I don't want to go out dating at my age (42) and I really still am in love with your dad.
I wasn't sure how I felt about it. My mom is really pretty. She's kinda short, only 5' 2" curly blonde hair past her shoulders and beautiful green eyes
and has a banging body, nice butt small boobs but I soon found out how perfect they are with big pink nipples since I followed her to her room and she just let the robe drop. All I could do was stare. She was as hot as anyone I ever saw in porn or online anywhere. My dick liked it as I had a huge hard-on immediately.
I said mom, I've never done more than kiss a girl and feel her up. She said it's ok honey I'll teach you everything.
Our relationship changed forever that day. I truly became the man of the house. She taught me everything a man needs to know about pleasing a woman, or at the very least how this man would please that woman, my mom was no longery mom, she was my woman. For the last ten years it's been that way. I've never had sex with anyone else so I have no way to compare. But I can say it's awesome and we have sex at least once every day and usually when time permits we do it 3 or 4 times.
She's 52 now and still looks as good as ever. I realize there may come a day when I'll move on but honestly right now, I don't think about that. I love her in ways maybe no one can understand. I also want her as my lover.i can't see myself ever with anyone else.
She's not a blood relative so I guess it's not really inc-st. So I guess it's all good right?
I'll not go into too many details since I find confessions that are too long tend to either be boring fictitious stories or just TMI.
Anyhow at the age of 15 my father died and about 6-7 months later my mom had a serious talk with me. She had taken my dad's death pretty hard and had been drinking too much too often. I did my best to console her. Many nights we would sit together on the couch watching Netflix until she passed out, often she'd cry herself to sleep. It really sucked because I missed my dad too. He was my best friend and taught me everything I knew about most of the things I loved doing.
I love my mom. I always will. She's beautiful, smart, affectionate, and has always taken great care of me. After a few weeks or so she would do things like kiss me differently than a mom usually kisses her son. She would drop hints that I missed entirely, and often would touch my crotch and comment about how much I've grown up. She once said you are now the man of the house. I think you're mature enough and all grown up.
So one night after she had been drinking and was clearly feeling the affects of it she said honey there is something I have to tell you. Your father and I were never able to have children. So we adopted you when you were just an infant. We both loved you as if you were our biological son and never looked at you any other way. I was floored to be honest but before I could say anything she said, I'm only telling you this now because I have needs and I had only ever been with your dad. And since we aren't blood related I want, no, I need to to take your dad's place.
It took me a bit to process what she said. First realizing I was adopted was a total shock. Everyone always said how much I resembled my dad. But all I said was mom I'm doing my best as the man of the house. I mow the lawn and do all the dad stuff I can. She said yes honey but I want you to take care of my sexual needs too.
I said mom you're just drunk and don't know what you're saying. She said she wasn't drunk and would have this talk with me in the morning.
She missed me goodnight, again the kind of kiss not meant for your son.
So the next morning I'm already up having a bowl of cereal. She comes into the kitchen with just her robe on, nothing unusual about that. I had questions for her about my adoption which she answered. I felt ok with it ultimately and in reality what difference did I make? I had two loving parents who did everything any kid could expect and more.
She then said you should come with me to my room. I want you to know that I meant what I said last night even if I were a little tipsy. You've grown up into a fine young man. I don't want to go out dating at my age (42) and I really still am in love with your dad.
I wasn't sure how I felt about it. My mom is really pretty. She's kinda short, only 5' 2" curly blonde hair past her shoulders and beautiful green eyes
and has a banging body, nice butt small boobs but I soon found out how perfect they are with big pink nipples since I followed her to her room and she just let the robe drop. All I could do was stare. She was as hot as anyone I ever saw in porn or online anywhere. My dick liked it as I had a huge hard-on immediately.
I said mom, I've never done more than kiss a girl and feel her up. She said it's ok honey I'll teach you everything.
Our relationship changed forever that day. I truly became the man of the house. She taught me everything a man needs to know about pleasing a woman, or at the very least how this man would please that woman, my mom was no longery mom, she was my woman. For the last ten years it's been that way. I've never had sex with anyone else so I have no way to compare. But I can say it's awesome and we have sex at least once every day and usually when time permits we do it 3 or 4 times.
She's 52 now and still looks as good as ever. I realize there may come a day when I'll move on but honestly right now, I don't think about that. I love her in ways maybe no one can understand. I also want her as my lover.i can't see myself ever with anyone else.
She's not a blood relative so I guess it's not really inc-st. So I guess it's all good right?
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