My sexually abusive Mom had my baby

My Mom sexually abused me from the age of 14, she made me have sex with her often, and then she got pregnant.

Most stories and articles in the news regarding sexual abuse and rape involve girls, but you don’t see many reports or stories about boys that have been sexually abused, it does happen, and I was one of those boys.

I was 14 years old when it started, I have no idea what triggered it, or why she did it.

I was asleep in my bed, it was a perfectly normal night and nothing unusual had happened that day, it was just another day and night like every other day in my life, I’d gone to school, come home, ate dinner, and went to bed – totally normal!

As I was saying, I was asleep in my bed and I was still going through my transition phase from a child to a teen and even though I was 14 I still went to bed in my pyjamas with cartoon characters on them, I woke up in the middle of night feeling cold on my legs, and when I opened my sleepy eyes I couldn’t believe what I saw.

My Mom had pulled my bottoms down and she had my fully erect cock in a grip and was jerking me off.

I had started getting erections a few months prior to this and like all boys my age I did jerk off, I’d only done it a couple of times though, it felt good jerking myself off and I’d never had anyone do it to me before, certainly not my Mom, and I knew she shouldn’t have been doing that to me, it felt weird.

I felt shocked, horrified, very confused, embarrassed, and I just froze.

The light was off and the room was quite dark, just a bit of light coming through the door from the landing, Mom was knelt on the floor concentrating on what she was doing with my cock she didn’t see or know that I was awake, and I didn’t know what to do so I just laid there in silence.

It was so weird, but felt good too, she had a tight grip of my cock and was stroking it vigorously, I felt the very familiar sensation in my balls that I was about to nut, I closed my eyes and clenched up, trying not to move or make a sound, I then felt my cock twitch and swell as my sperm came shooting out of it.

Normally when I’m jerking myself off I’d tend to stop of slow down my stroking and just let it shoot out, but Mom kept on jerking me really fast as it came out and I felt quite a lot of sperm come out before she finally slowed and stopped.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw her slowly slide her hand up my cock, my thick sperm gathered on the tops of her fingers and her hand slid off my tip, then I saw her raise her hand to her mouth and lick it all off her fingers like she was eating an ice-cream, I didn’t know why she did that, made me feel a bit sick seeing it, then she pulled my bottoms back up, I quickly closed my eyes before she saw that I was awake, then I heard her leave my room, and then I rolled over on to my side and cried a little because I was so confused about what just happened and didn’t understand why my Mom had done that to me.

After that I couldn’t really look at her the same way, she was still my Mom and I loved her, but she just felt creepy to me, but after a couple of weeks I was starting to forget what had happened and kind of put it behind me, telling myself that “Okay, what Mom did was bad, but it was a one off, she hasn’t done it again since, so everything is cool.” but then one afternoon when I got home from school, something else happened.

I was taking a shower, again perfectly normal day, taking a shower after school as I always do, and then Mom walked in to the bathroom… she just walked right in and closed the door behind her.

“Mom, I’m taking a shower.” I complained, covering my privates with my hands and turning my back to her as she just stood there looking at me.

“Taking a shower, Son?” she asked, asking the obvious.

“Yes, Mom.” I replied.

“Have you washed under your arms?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Have you washed your cock?” she asked.

As soon as she asked me that, I immediately felt uncomfortable, and the memory of that night came flooding back in my mind, “…Yeah.” I replied, feeling nervous and scared.

“Let me see.” She said, I couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do, show her my cock? – No way, but she was persistent and demanded it, “Turn around, Sean, let me see it.” She demanded, in the strict do-as-I-say tone of voice that only a Mom has.

I slowly turned around and then slowly moved my hands away from my crotch, and I stood there totally embarrassed.

“That doesn’t look clean to me, Sean…” she said, then she picked up the bottle of shower gel and squeezed some on to her hands, “…Here, let me wash it properly for you.” She said, then she lathered up my cock and balls with the soap, she wasn’t washing me, she was molesting me.

Due to her vigorous and intimate touching, I got an erection and she gripped it and began to jerk on it, “Don’t worry, Mommy will get this nice and clean for you.” She said, now smiling at me.

And then she did the unthinkable, she leaned forward, her jaw lowered and she plunged my cock in to her mouth and began to suck me off, “Ugh!” I gasped in total shock, this was creepy as fuck, it felt so wrong, and yet it still felt good…but wrong!

Mom was jerking the base of my cock and gently massaging my balls all whilst sucking the tip of my cock, her mouth was so warm and wet, my legs were shaking from the feel of her tongue swirling around, I’d never felt anything like it, “Ugh – Mom –Ugh.” I gasped, Mom was sucking me off like her life depended on it, and I didn’t know what to do or what to say.

I closed my eyes and wished it didn’t feel so good, but it did, and I didn’t last long, within just a few minutes I ejaculated straight in to my Mom’s mouth and she made humming sounds as she squeezed every drop out of me and swallowed it, “Mmm – Mmmmmmm.”

My legs felt so weak I almost slipped on to the shower floor and had to quickly stand with my back against the tiles, “All clean.” Mom said, then she opened the door and left.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off, though I felt really-really dirty, then went to my room and cried again in total confusion, why was she doing these things to me, I didn’t understand, like was I meant to be enjoying it or was she punishing me for something, had I done something wrong, something to encourage her to do it to me, I just didn’t understand.

The next morning I decided that I was going to ask her, I needed to know what I had done and why she was doing this to me.

I went downstairs and she was sitting in the kitchen waiting for the washing machine to finish, “Mom, can I talk to you?” I asked.

“Of course you can, darling, what is it?” she asked, patting the chair beside her at the kitchen table for me to sit down.

I sat feeling nervous about asking her and it took me a minute to get the courage, then I just asked, “Mom, why do you keep doing stuff to my cock?”

She burst out laughing, almost spilling her coffee on the table.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, it’s just cock is a very grown-up word. You shouldn’t be saying that word.” She said.

“But why though, why do you keep touching it and stuff?” I Asked.

“What’s the matter, don’t you like it?” she asked, “I thought at your age you’d enjoy it.” She added.

“Well, it’s…. it’s alright… it’s just…. It’s weird, Mom.” I said.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because you’re my Mom, and Mom’s aren’t meant to do that….are they?” I said.

She stood up and walked around to the back of my chair, she placed her left arm over my left shoulder and kind of hugged me with her head on my right shoulder, “I can do whatever I want.” She whispered in to my ear, then her right hand went down and she rubbed my crotch over my thin cotton pyjama bottoms and I got an erection.

“Mom…” I gasped, “…Mom, what are you doing?” I asked.

“You’re my beautiful boy.” She said, then she pushed her hand down my bottoms and pulled out my cock and began to stroke it.

I started to cry, “Mom – I’m so confused, Mom.” I sobbed as she jerked me off.

“It’s okay, Sean, enjoy it. You’re allowed to enjoy it.” She said.

She made me ejaculate on to the floor, “Good. Good boy.” She said, then she took my hand and got me to stand up, “Come with me.” She said, and she led me out of the kitchen and up the stairs, my cock was still handing out of my bottoms and dripping on the stairs as we walked up.

She took me in to her bedroom and undressed me, I didn’t resist, I wanted her to stop but also didn’t want her to stop, it was just a very confusing situation, then she sat me down on her bed while she undressed herself in front of me.

I tried not to look at her but she demanded I look, I saw my Mom naked for the first time, she was the first girl/woman I’d ever seen naked, she looked good, her breasts big and bouncy, her figure thin and sexy, and her pussy, she’d shaved it and I could see it clearly, I couldn’t stop my cock from becoming erect once again and it stuck right up and it was harder than it had ever been.

She walked up to me, put her arms around me and pulled my head in to her stomach, “Don’t cry, baby, Mommy is going to take care of you.” She said.

She made me lay down on her bed on my back and then she straddled me and leaned down and kissed me, holding my arms spread above my head, like she was pinning me down, she kissed me on my lips, on my neck, and my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples against my skin when her breasts pressed against me.

She then put her arms down between us and gripped my cock before guiding the tip to her pussy, it was wet, I could feel it was wet and warm, and as she gently swung herself backward, the tip of my cock slid inside of her, “Uggh!” I gasped, feeling the rim of her pussy stretching around the tip of my hard cock, my cock got warmer and wetter as it slid further inside, “Ugh - Mom!” I gasped.

“It’s okay. Let me fuck you.” She said.

She sat herself up on me, placing her hands on to my stomach as she slowly began swaying her hips and lightly bouncing on my cock, it slid in deeper and it felt good, really good, I lay completely still watching her breasts wobbling around and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she bounced, “Uoooah.” I gasped, repeatedly.

Mom rode my cock for maybe 10 minutes and then I felt myself cumming, “Ugh – Mom – Mo-m – Oooh.” I moaned, grasping at the bed sheets and wiggling around on the bed, feeling my seed about to explode out of me, “UGH – Moooooooooooom!”

She then slammed herself down on my cock really hard, her ass almost crushed my balls, and then I ejaculated inside of her, “Uh – Oooh Sean – Oh my baby.” Mom moaned.

Mom fucked me several times that day, once making me be on top and fuck her, I wasn’t crying anymore but it still felt very weird.

The sexual abuse continued for years until I got her pregnant when I was 16, she refused to get rid of the baby, so I moved out, Mom sexually abusing me was one thing, and that was bad enough, but I couldn’t live in the same house as her if she had our baby, a baby born out of incest and abuse, I couldn’t face it.

I mean the baby would be my daughter and my half-sister at the same time, that’s just freaky as fuck.

Yes the baby was a girl, Mom had her but I’ve never been to see her, I can’t face it, she’ll be 12 next month.

My point is that boys face abuse just like girls, did I enjoy the sex with her, yes I did in the sense that it felt good and it helped relieve my sexual urges as I went through puberty, but it was still wrong, still abuse, and I have to live with it forever.