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Women Only
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Straight Female / 27
One Small Step For Man, One Long Step For Women
I got married in college the result of an unplanned pregnancy. It was a quiet affair, due to being very pregnant. But it was attended by close family and a few close friends of the time. The man I married, hardly a man yet, he was still not fully male yet, insisted on sharing. He wanted to 'feel' pregnant with me. No, I was pregnant. Not him. I had a very hard time with it. One day, after the baby was born, but still very infant, I told him to either be a man or leave me.
I had to return home because I could not support myself and I was still two years from graduating. I went to a small Christian school, the only one available. My daughter turned five and I had graduated with a degree in General Business and was working for business office of a Real Estate broker. I met a man there. This was a man, not a child. He told me what he expected of me and he was the man and he didn't want another man with him. I was desperate, I was not making any money, I was living at home with my parents, so I agreed to accept the terms he wanted.
As a man he had certain attitudes and habits that I didn't like. Like hunting. He had 'guns' in a gun safe. I didn't like that. He wanted me pregnant and I got pregnant. He had no intentions of shooting blanks with me. I never worked after I got married. I was no longer dependent on my parents, I was dependent on my husband. Not that I could earn enough money to support myself. The difference was that being a stay at home pregnant mom was socially acceptable, where as a mid twenties divorced mother living with her parents was not.
One of those days, I was six months pregnant, he told me in a matter of fact voice at the table in front of my daughter, that he wanted to adopt my daughter. Talk to her father and get him to agree, after all he wasn't sending enough child support to keep her in shoes. He didn't want the two children to have different last names, and for that matter he didn't like me with his name and my daughter with her father's.
He was shaving, he has a heavy beard. He was naked. My daughter was playing on our bed. . I was topless with my arms under my belly. Hold onto the counter and he had sex with me like that, and my daughter came to see what was going on. He finished in me and he said "I like fucking you". I turned to my daughter, "when your Daddy", meaning him, "is loving your mother it's because she is his wife and he loves her".
"That's how Daddy gets your mother pregnant".
I gave birth to a son, and he insisted that my daughter be present. I delivered at home with a midwife, and my daughter watched everything. She helped hold him right after he was born, and after the midwife checked him all over and cut the umbilical cord she walked him over to me. "Here Mommy, here is my brother".
My six year old daughter has no trauma, she took it as the most normal of normal things to participate in. She likes to sit with me to nurse the baby, holding my breast when he is nursing. She talks about babies all the time and wants me to have another one. I have had to learn to just talk with her about it as if I am teaching her how to set the table. Her father has agreed to give up his parental rights and the child support, he has never been involved in her life. I have agreed to keep him posted.
My husband is 'waiting' for me. He is never patient when he is ready for me. My daughter will sit with her brother and after sex I will sit with her and the baby. We will nurse the baby and then she will bathe and get ready for bed, and put her 'baby' doll to bed in the basinet beside her bed, while her Daddy watches the game on television.
I had to return home because I could not support myself and I was still two years from graduating. I went to a small Christian school, the only one available. My daughter turned five and I had graduated with a degree in General Business and was working for business office of a Real Estate broker. I met a man there. This was a man, not a child. He told me what he expected of me and he was the man and he didn't want another man with him. I was desperate, I was not making any money, I was living at home with my parents, so I agreed to accept the terms he wanted.
As a man he had certain attitudes and habits that I didn't like. Like hunting. He had 'guns' in a gun safe. I didn't like that. He wanted me pregnant and I got pregnant. He had no intentions of shooting blanks with me. I never worked after I got married. I was no longer dependent on my parents, I was dependent on my husband. Not that I could earn enough money to support myself. The difference was that being a stay at home pregnant mom was socially acceptable, where as a mid twenties divorced mother living with her parents was not.
One of those days, I was six months pregnant, he told me in a matter of fact voice at the table in front of my daughter, that he wanted to adopt my daughter. Talk to her father and get him to agree, after all he wasn't sending enough child support to keep her in shoes. He didn't want the two children to have different last names, and for that matter he didn't like me with his name and my daughter with her father's.
He was shaving, he has a heavy beard. He was naked. My daughter was playing on our bed. . I was topless with my arms under my belly. Hold onto the counter and he had sex with me like that, and my daughter came to see what was going on. He finished in me and he said "I like fucking you". I turned to my daughter, "when your Daddy", meaning him, "is loving your mother it's because she is his wife and he loves her".
"That's how Daddy gets your mother pregnant".
I gave birth to a son, and he insisted that my daughter be present. I delivered at home with a midwife, and my daughter watched everything. She helped hold him right after he was born, and after the midwife checked him all over and cut the umbilical cord she walked him over to me. "Here Mommy, here is my brother".
My six year old daughter has no trauma, she took it as the most normal of normal things to participate in. She likes to sit with me to nurse the baby, holding my breast when he is nursing. She talks about babies all the time and wants me to have another one. I have had to learn to just talk with her about it as if I am teaching her how to set the table. Her father has agreed to give up his parental rights and the child support, he has never been involved in her life. I have agreed to keep him posted.
My husband is 'waiting' for me. He is never patient when he is ready for me. My daughter will sit with her brother and after sex I will sit with her and the baby. We will nurse the baby and then she will bathe and get ready for bed, and put her 'baby' doll to bed in the basinet beside her bed, while her Daddy watches the game on television.
