Straight Female / 28
My Son Is My Rapists Son, Not The Father On Record
I was in an accident when I was a kid and I have had a limp ever since. I should walk with a cane, but I limp instead. I work at a sit down job so I don't have to stand, but when I stand up my leg hurts and my limp is more pronounced. I say all this because I am self conscious about it, and it affects my social life. I can't dance, I can't run, I can't play tennis.
A man who's identity has to be kept secret took me with him and did what men do to virgins. It was awful and it was not. He did it more than once and I was helpless about it. He had me at a remote beach camp and there was nowhere to go and there was no phone and there was no signal. He could r**e me all he wanted and I couldn't run away. He took me back into the city and left me a bus stop in a bad part of town and told me which bus to catch how to get back to my part of town after a transfer downtown.
When I realized I was going to be pregnant I was scared and I knew the story would come out as to how I got pregnant. I talked this man I knew into taking my virginity and he did it. In a more or less public setting and I talked to a coworker the next day and related how bad it was and she assured me it would get better. This man is the father on record, but the baby is not his and a simple DNA will prove it.
He pays child support and has visitations, he has rationalized 'his' sons looks as a generations skipping feature of his Italian Grandmother. To me he looks more Mexican than Italian, but I'm biased, I know who the father is.
We are not sexually active, and we have had only had sex a couple of times since the baby was born. I fantasize a lot when I masturbate about that night out there beyond civilization. I'm afraid that all this fantasizing will start me talking. I find myself talking to myself about it. Like I said earlier, it was awful. But it wasn't, each time it felt good, he got mad and the uglier he got the more I liked it.
A man who's identity has to be kept secret took me with him and did what men do to virgins. It was awful and it was not. He did it more than once and I was helpless about it. He had me at a remote beach camp and there was nowhere to go and there was no phone and there was no signal. He could r**e me all he wanted and I couldn't run away. He took me back into the city and left me a bus stop in a bad part of town and told me which bus to catch how to get back to my part of town after a transfer downtown.
When I realized I was going to be pregnant I was scared and I knew the story would come out as to how I got pregnant. I talked this man I knew into taking my virginity and he did it. In a more or less public setting and I talked to a coworker the next day and related how bad it was and she assured me it would get better. This man is the father on record, but the baby is not his and a simple DNA will prove it.
He pays child support and has visitations, he has rationalized 'his' sons looks as a generations skipping feature of his Italian Grandmother. To me he looks more Mexican than Italian, but I'm biased, I know who the father is.
We are not sexually active, and we have had only had sex a couple of times since the baby was born. I fantasize a lot when I masturbate about that night out there beyond civilization. I'm afraid that all this fantasizing will start me talking. I find myself talking to myself about it. Like I said earlier, it was awful. But it wasn't, each time it felt good, he got mad and the uglier he got the more I liked it.
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