Motherwife

In another post I promised to tell the whole story, but I don't want it to be too long of a post... so here goes: I'm a guy, currently 28, and for five years or so I've been sexually involved with my biological mother, currently 45. We've been in a marital style relationship for three years, and we're expecting a baby together.

Long story short, when I was 18 my parents revealed that I was given for adoption right when I was born. They did have a little information about my biological mother, and going on that, digging through some documents and searching on social media, I was able to track her down after I finished college. She was a rather successful woman living abroad, just in the neighboring country. I reached out to her and she was excited to find out about me. We chatted a lot at first, that's when I learned that her parents talked her into giving me up so she could focus on school and work to be able to sustain a family. She expressed guilt over that but I reassured her that it was probably for the best: my parents were able to give me a very happy life and a complete education. For her part, she'd had a very interesting life, with ups and downs, had become a business owner, and even had gotten happily married, pregnant, had miscarriages and even become a widow by that point. After writing back and forth and getting to know each other for months, she took the first step and asked if I wanted to meet in person. Next thing I know is, with my parents' blessing, I'm renewing my passport and boarding a plane to meet her.

If you saw us together then, and even today, you'd never guess we were mother and son, much less that we would become a couple. She went to the airport to meet me as if she were going to a high profile meeting. She's very slender and tall (still shorter than me, though), her thin legs visible by the side of her long skirt, wearing heeled sandals. Sleeveless blouse with cleavage, letting her elegant necklace lay over her flat chest, barely a hint of breasts. Long, dark, perfectly-combed straight her, framing a flawless face with refined features and very natural makeup, thin lips, straight nose, hazel eyes and large earrings. Me? A tall, strong (but not exactly athletic) guy with a long ponytail, beard, and rather unkempt jeans and a concert t-shirt. We looked like complete oposites, but we got along instantly. We reconnected in such a way that was special... just not in the motherly-son kind of way. I stayed over there fora whole week and found myself looking at her body over the following days, pleased by her smell and voice... I panicked when I started to realize my fixation was sexual, to the point I had to google if it was normal (fun fact, it is: "genetic sexual attraction", they call it). I kept it to myself, but I felt she was kind of feeling the same way. One night over a few cups of wine during dinner, something clicked... she came to see me that night and, before I could say how wrong it was, she told me not to think. Factor in that we'd both gone a long time without sex for quite a while, and we gave in fast. She later said I'd given her the most intense orgasm she'dever felt up to then. I had never been responsible for one of those before, and I had never exploded bareback inside a woman. It was an intense experience. Then came the guilt, but she made a point: we were basically strangers, and leaving aside the fact that we were related, she had felt a very intense connection to me as a man, not her son, as I felt to her as a woman, not my mother. I told her of my findings to reassureus both we weren't at all wrong to feel that way... it just was up to us to embrace it or leave it.

We spent the next few days thinking little of it, acting like a normal couple would (a mature woman with a younger man still caught unnecessary attention, but still). At the airport, she said goodbye with a very intense kiss saying that if I wanted to forget everything and leave it behind me, she would understand, that I was free to do that or pursue something with her. Back home, it took me a couple of weeks to let it sink in, but I couldn't bring myself to think or date any other woman. I wrote back and, from that moment on, we were practically in a long-distance relationship with her.

the next few years were of either me or her coming and going to visit. No one in my country remembered her, no one in her country knew she had a son when she was 17, so we could act like a normal couple, for the most part. We continued to explore our sexuality together and, despite her looking so elegant and uptight, she's very liberal, open-minded and very voracious when it comes to sex. and I, young and strong, was more than capable of fulfilling her needs. We refer to each other by our names, but acknowledging the real nature of our relationship during sex is a huge turn on. To taunt me she says things like "if you're gonna fuck your mother, fuck her good", which gets me going full power.

My parents still don't know who my partner is, I don't know if they ever should find out. But after a few years, she helped me get a job in her country, so we moved in together and live like any other couple. We didn't plan for a baby, we didn't use protection because she was told she was practically infertile, and all her attempts with her previous husband ended in miscarriage. We had unprotected sex for ages with that in mind, and now she's pregnant with my baby and all seems well. We took it as a good sign, so we decided to keep it.

By Anonymous

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