He's a man now

My name is Victoria, although everyone calls me Vicky. I am a single mother of one, my son Adam. I am 35 years old and my son is 18. I had Adam when I was 17. I was a young impressionable girl, when his father who was 32, seduced me with his smoldering good looks, class, charm, and his quite rich lifestyle. I was the envy of every girl I knew, that was until he got me pregnant and ran off like a scalded cat.

I pursued him through the courts for child-support, which I receive and which helps keep us in some level of comfort. That however is no substitute for a man and father.

To get the descriptions out of the way, I am 5ft 2in. I am a brunette with a loose slightly curly style. That may sound a little conceited, but I am also pretty. I am not boasting, just stating facts. Adam takes after his father, he is quite tall and well made for a young boy, and has inherited his father's dark swarthy features, and he is very good looking.

This lack of the traditional male figure meant that Adam and I had always been close. We always turned to, and leant on, each other. Throughout his childhood we cuddled and as a young teenager we would still snuggle up. Even now Adam was a young man, we still from time to time, watched TV together cuddling.

I watched Adam develop as a person, through the years, I was now aware of him developing as a young man.

I had seen him naked throughout his childhood, and then seen him in trunks and swim shorts with his friends in the pool as a youth. I always thought he had nothing to be afraid of in the showers so to speak. I know as a mother having watched him grow into a young man. He was an adult now, yet he was still only young after all.

The evening meal was out of the way and all washing up done, as we settled down to watch the TV. We have an L shaped sofa, and Adam lay almost flat on one leg of the sofa with his feet towards the TV and started to watch the movie. I was on the other leg at right angles to him.

We settled down and watched the movie, the room was in darkness except for the light from the screen. Eventually my eyes became accustomed to the light. We still enjoy watching movies together.

By Anonymous

Family CONFESSION

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