An Early Mistake
I have never had any intention or interest in writing about incest but circumstances in one of my other stories led me that way so I decided to write a story in this genre as a one-off. That story enjoyed a very positive reception so as a result I have decided to try writing another one. If this one doesn't get the reception of the last one I may call it a day on this particular genre but if it is appreciated, I will try to write more. Positive and constructive feedback is always welcome and as always, if anyone wants to message me, I will always reply and I'm happy to start a dialogue about mutual interests.
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I'm Mandy and I was quite conservative and reserved as a young girl, always working hard at school and filled with moral principles. I was sure I would save myself for my husband and other than that, I didn't really consider sex too much. It sounds odd, especially these days, but that's how it was for me and I never really questioned things. Unfortunately, the best laid plans don't always work out and my life certainly worked out very differently.
I was 18 years old before I even had my first boyfriend and that was entirely my choice. I was slim, pretty and even at that age I had well developed breasts that were full and firm. Plenty boys were interested but I was in no rush so I ignored sexual matters to focus on other things. When I did eventually go out with a boy, he was the wrong choice. I thought he was good looking and I was flattered by his obvious interest in me, though I now realise it was simply a teenage boy's lust. I can't deny I enjoyed his attentions and as things developed, I found that I also enjoyed his physical attention on my young body. From the moment I first kissed him and felt his hands on my body, I realised that boys could give me far more pleasure than I ever anticipated.
Gary was a couple of years older than me and a lot more experienced. I liked his confidence as much as his touch so when kissing progressed to him fondling my breasts through my blouse, I simply enjoyed the new sensations that were flooding over my young body. It wasn't long before his hands managed to find their way into my bra and I noticed that my nipples became hard under his touch and my pussy started to tingle and become very wet.
It won't come as any surprise that my initial resolve to save myself for my eventual husband evaporated and my increasing curiosity about boys and sex led to us having intercourse. Such was my desire for the pleasure he could give me that I never stopped to think about the consequences of my actions and I inevitably became pregnant. It was like my world came crashing down around me. Gary quickly made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me and favoured me having an abortion. If I didn't choose an abortion, I knew I'd get no support from him at all and this was at a time when boys weren't held to account in the same way they are today. There was no more support from my parents either, who practically disowned me due to their shame. It's not like they threw me out on the street but life at home became impossible.
Despite the impact on the rest of my life, I couldn't bring myself to terminate the pregnancy. I don't blame any woman who chooses that path and I would always support a woman's right to choose but to me, it felt like I would be killing my own child. My unborn baby surely shouldn't have to suffer for my mistakes. There was no shortage of people telling me I was making a mistake but for better or worse, I gave birth to a son and the moment I held him in my arms, I knew I'd made the right decision. All of my earlier ambitions in life seemed to melt away and I only wanted to exist for him. Gary never once enquired about his son and that was fine by me; my precious boy deserved better than a low-life like him. I called my son Adam because his birth felt like the start of a new life for us. He was the first and only man in my life from now on so I liked the idea of naming him after the very first man, even though I wasn't a Christian.
As soon as I was able, I moved away from my hometown for a new start. I didn't want to spend every day facing the judgement of people who didn't understand that my child made me happier than I ever thought possible and my life would be devoted to him from now on.
Being just 18 years older Adam, our relationship was never quite that of a conventional mother and son. I loved him unconditionally like any other mother but as he grew up, we also became the best of friends. His tastes in music, TV, films and clothes were never far from my own and as we were so close in age, I suppose that's not entirely surprising. Fortunately he didn't inherit everything from his father. He was certainly good looking like his father and as he became a teenager, he attracted a lot of interest from the local girls but he wasn't the inconsiderate user that his father had been. He had a wild side but it was tempered by a respect for women in general and me as his mother. As a result, he had a string of girlfriends and I had no doubt that he was able to enjoy a good teenage sex life but I never saw him go out with any girl just for sex.
I was completely honest about his father and made it clear that although Gary's behaviour had been deplorable, becoming a mother at just 18 years old was as much my fault as his. The only difference was that I had accepted responsibility for my actions while Gary had not. Adam thankfully accepted this without question, just as he accepted that I loved him unconditionally. I had been afraid that he'd try to find his father, partly because I didn't want to see him again and partly because I was afraid that Gary would simply reject him again. I didn't want Adam to suffer such rejection but fortunately, Adam never showed any desire at all to meet his father.
Adam was 18 years old himself when I turned 36 and as I looked younger than that, we were never taken for mother and son. I was pretty open with him about everything and our life together was relaxed and fun. I often wore quite revealing clothes around the house and sex was never a taboo subject. I'd naturally put on a bit of weight since I was 16 but I was still a size 12 with firm 36E breasts so I could sport an impressive cleavage. I went out with a few guys and enjoyed some sex but for the most part I abstained. I didn't want Adam to see me as a tramp and I didn't want to share him by having a man in my life and potentially giving Adam a stepfather.
Looking back, it was a fateful night in August when our relationship started to change. It had been a hot day and we'd been in the garden all afternoon sipping cold beers before gravitating to the sophistication of Pimms No.1. There's nothing quite like a Pimms on a hot summer's day in England but the drawback is that it goes down so easily that it's difficult to keep track of the alcohol you're consuming. By the time late evening arrived and we returned to the house, we were both pretty far gone and Adam was goading me about getting a man in my life.
"I just don't get it Mum, you're a great looking woman with a hot body so why not?" he asked for the umpteenth time.
"Well I'm glad somebody thinks I'm hot, even if it is a bit disturbing that it's you!" I laughed.
"I may be your son but I'm not blind!" he protested.
"Perhaps you're biased," I replied, hoping he'd let the matter drop.
"You know that's not the truth Mum," he sighed. "You're my Mum and even I think you're not too old to be enjoying a sex life."
"Oh, thank you very much!" I giggled. "Do you really want me bringing guys home and having sex with them?"
