Maternal Confessions

***All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. It includes strong themes of incest, romance, drama, BDSM, male domination, humiliation and water sports. If you're not comfortable, please stop reading.***

Maternal Confessions:

DISCLAIMER:

The following is an interactive semi fictional story based on real characters narrated by *name hidden* for privacy purposes. A fictionalized version of true events. I met her in an adult chat room a while back and have been frequently communicating on and off. I initially began chatting out of curiosity and then as inspiration for my next story. I wanted to do an interview style story based on my questions but she preferred to just feed me information and has allowed me the creative freedom to take the story in any direction I pleased. However, I'm going to try to stick to her words as closely as possible.

This is a unique experimental story and I don't expect five stars or faves. Most readers may not even like this format. I'm doing it to share someone's story and as a creative outlet. She has agreed to answer any questions as long as they aren't nonsensical. You may email me or message me any questions you may have and I'll pass them on to her for her response. I'll be skimming through the comments for good questions too (Anonymous comments will not be prioritized)

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Thank you for doing this. I know, it could be challenging to talk about this kind of a relationship. I guess I'm just going to let you tell your story and if you need help, I'll interrupt you with some questions.

Thank you, it's my pleasure. I never talked about any of this outside of my immediate family. My name is Anna (Name changed). I'm 42 years old. I'm half Polish on my mother's side and Czech-Italian on my father's side. I live on a large acreage/farm in the middle of Saskatchewan, Canada. Very close to the southern border of the United States. I have lived here since early 2021 with my son Jakob. Jakob is my 22 year old son and now, my life partner. We have been living together for three years. Nobody around here knows that we're mother and son. Our nearest neighbors are a few kilometers away. Our relationship is rather unique and unconventional. This is my story.

I'm going to get the sob story out of the way first. I also have an 18 year old daughter who I haven't seen in over 3 years. Martyna, your brother and I love you and will always love you. We understand why you no longer want us in your life. Maybe one day when you fall in love you'll understand the burden of relationships.

To my husband, ex-husband, I don't even know anymore. I'm sorry. I was selfish, but I couldn't take it any longer. I gave you many chances but after years of stale conversations and being taken for granted I saw an opportunity. I needed what I have now. A partner who loves me, takes care of me, in every aspect.

To our family who are estranged from us. Again, we understand your choice for not maintaining contact or a relationship. I wish things were different, but it is what it is. To our friends who supported us, thank you. You're all we have left other than each other. To our friends who didn't and ridiculed us, we can understand the hate. It is definitely weird. It was weird to me too. Taboo, forbidden, but it has happened and I can't change the past. I don't want to change the future because our present is wonderful. We miss our family and our friends, our pets, our loved ones. But I'm with the one person who loves me the most and I love him the most, my son. Nobody is more than him to me. And I will love him forever, until the end of time.

(We took a break, Anna was breaking down in tears)

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You got a bit emotional there. Do you want to start with your childhood and how you grew up?

Sure. And thanks for being patient with me. I turned 42 on May 28, 2024. I was born in a small town near Sudbury, Ontario to immigrant parents. My mother was a primary school teacher and father was an electrician. They worked hard all their lives to provide adequately for myself and my older sister Jeanne. I spent most of my childhood and teenage life in the suburbs of Ontario until moving to Champagne, IL for college.

Do you still keep in touch with your sister?

Not directly. I am in sporadic contact with her husband, Daniel. And to be clear, she doesn't want to be in touch with me, and understandably so. I'm grateful for everything she's doing for me...us.

Like what?

As I mentioned, my daughter is estranged from us. She kind-of coparented her after I eloped with my son. Martyna spends her weekends with my sister and otherwise she's with my husband.

I see. That's nice of her. I'm glad Martyna still has some maternal figure in her life. Speaking of your husband, how did you two meet?

I met my husband, Peter in foundational classes at the University of Urbana-Champaign IL. We dated for a few years and moved in quickly together. I was a nursing major and Peter became a software engineer. Once we moved in, we were careless one night and had an accident. We found out I was pregnant. Neither of us were prepared. But we decided to keep it. We got married in the presence of close friends and family. We were blessed with a healthy baby boy just a few weeks before my 20th Birthday. That first born child is now my partner, my son, Jakob.

Did becoming young parents change things in your lives?

Jakob brought with him good fortune and lots of happiness in our lives. I had moved with my husband to the midwest (location hidden to protect their privacy). Both of us worked and were on opposite shifts. My husband lost interest in me, physically after Jakob was born. He blamed the weight I had put on. I worked out and ate healthy to try and regain my form and I was successful in losing all the weight. But he couldn't shake off the image of my overweight loose skinned body and sex had become irregular.

That's a bit superficial, isn't it?

It is. I caught my husband cheating on me a couple of times. Once with his coworker and once online sexting with some random skank. That killed our relationship. I had lost all interest in him as much as he had looked past me. We tried couples therapy and it helped somewhat. We decided to give our relationship another chance. One of the ways I thought of rekindling our relationship was to try and have another child. Jakob was around 3 and it was the only way I could get my husband to try to get physical with me. It worked and I was pregnant again. When Jakob was 4, I had my second child, a girl, Martyna. She was beautiful, healthy and adorable.

Sorry to cut you off. But it sounds like your relationship did rekindle with the second pregnancy.

It did. But it was futile in the end. Besides, the sex was far from good. He was tiny and didn't last long. And the excitement died soon anyway. Once again, pregnancy had its effects on my body. I was plump, had stretch marks and out of shape. It took me another 2-3 years to regain my body. But time and age wasn't kind either. My fitness was back but my confidence was shattered.

I found my husband cheating on me with some cam girls again. The year was 2010. I was 28, with an 8 year old son and a 4 year old daughter. I had nowhere else to go and I dedicated myself to my job and my kids. My husband and I essentially became roommates. He had stopped being attractive to me a long time back. He was still a good father but definitely played favorites with Martyna. Maybe because she was younger or girls are just naturally closer to their fathers.

Time went on by and despite several attempts to rekindle the physical and emotional aspect of our relationship, we kept failing at getting things sorted. We were still cordial in the home but there was simmering resentment in the air. It was palpable and no wonder my now teenage son caught wind of it.

So your son was aware that his parents weren't looking eye to eye?

Yeah, he'd asked me a few times and I brushed it off saying everything was fine. His father's brazen neglect for me didn't go unnoticed. Martyna was too young to notice or care, but Jake had this maturity about him from a young age. Maybe because he was the older child.

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So how exactly did this whole thing start?

It was during the pandemic. Covid lockdowns.

Actually, if you don't mind, before we go there, could you describe yourself and Jake? Physical appearance.

I am 5'2'' tall, weighing 138 lbs, green eyes. I already told you my ethnic makeup. I have tanned olive, mediterranean skin with slight freckles above my sharp cheekbones. I have a cute little nose with a small-ish mouth and a curved chin and jawline. I'm physically fit and active, but the two kids and age have taken its toll. I'm not skinny by any means. My body shape is average. My hips are now wide and my butt isn't shaped like a supermodel. My breasts are rather small. Depending on the brand and time of the month, my bra size would range from 32C to 34B. I have large puffy nipples on a petite, slender framed torso.

My son is 5'9". Athletic build, broad shoulders, long-ish neck and hints of abs. He played soccer in school and occasionally flag football. He always wore shorts or jeans and a plain black or white v-neck with a light silver chain. He has messy brown hair with slight curls on the side.

Thank you, back to how it all began, it was during covid...

The coronavirus pandemic was in full effect. We were essentially prisoned off in our own home. Luckily my software developer husband could still work from home and I was still working somewhat on-call as an essential worker at a clinic nearby. Unfortunately, the clinic had to furlough the staff due to budget issues. Covid lockdowns were a unique time in everyone's lives.

Now that we were locked down in the house, the resentment in the air between me and my husband was palpable. My son and daughter could clearly see the grief on my face. It had been a couple of months of the lockdown. Around the end of April. My son was 18, I was 37. My 38th birthday is in May and it was still a handful of weeks away.

It had been several months since I had noticed my panties missing from my laundry hamper. The missing panties would then suspiciously make a reappearance but they'd have a darker, sticky spot in them. I was sure my husband didn't care or do any of that, and I suspected it was my son. I thought of course boys his age are horny and he was using my undergarments to pleasure himself. It was no secret, I just let it go and didn't think much of it. I was aware of his teenage hormones.

It was summer time, the pandemic was still in full effect. It was a particularly hot summer and I had taken to wearing cover-ups over my bra and shorts in the house. One morning, I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, when my son came downstairs wearing nothing but his briefs. He had just woken up. I could clearly see a bulge in his crotch. It made me smile. It was a typical teenager's morning wood. I asked him why he was using the downstairs powder room instead of their bathroom, to which he replied, Martyna was using it. My kids shared a common bathroom, while we had an ensuite in our bedroom and a powder room downstairs.

We carried on with our day, but with being locked in, the sexual frustrations were high. I as an adult could still control it, but I knew it was hard for my 18 year old son. The next day, I was wearing a pink tank top and making lunch. Jakob walked in the kitchen, stopped in his tracks and stared at me. It was an awkward longer than usual stare. And it made me blush, I asked him "What?". He said "Nothing, Mom. Sorry..You just look....nice". I replied "Oh, Thanks Jake, that's a rare compliment." He walked behind me and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge.

"I'd compliment you more if you keep wearing that" he said. I chuckled and blushingly said "Oh really? What's so special about this?" looking down at my tanktop and shorts. Jake replied with a sheepish smile "I don't know mom, you just look hot in it. You should wear that tank top more often"

"Hot, you say? Wow. That's a first. Well, at least one man in this house thinks I'm hot" I replied with my head down and my smile wiped off my face thinking about my stupid husband. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp cold sensation on my shoulders. Jake had placed the cold water bottle on my shoulder. I was already sweating in the kitchen, so it was a sudden jerk but a welcome feeling. He said "I'm sorry Mom. Too bad, dad doesn't appreciate what he has. But I do".

I turned around and hugged him in a sweet, tight, motherly embrace. His hands were on my exposed waist as my tank top rode up slightly. I could feel his cold hands on my warm skin and it made me tingle a bit. I was conflicted, because I was feeling some sort of way with my own son's touch and I shouldn't have. We broke our hug and I kissed him on his cheeks. "Thanks Jake. I know you do and I know how much you care. I love you. And if the heat stays up the way it has been lately, you'll find me wearing these tops way more often haha"

"I'd love that Mom. I love you too." He left the kitchen.

So you found him attractive?

Of course. But not in a sexual way back then. It was more a maternal instinct. You know how all mothers think their son is the most handsome man. Just that. But I did notice his body more because he would walk about the house topless and in shorts. And his tight briefs would often have a hard-on, especially around me.

How did you feel when he called you hot and touched your bare sweaty shoulder with the cold water bottle?

Electric! I should mention, at that point, I hadn't had sex with anyone, let alone his father for 6 years. I was obviously sexually, physically unsatisfied. I used my toys and such but nothing compares to the real thing. And being appreciated and complimented, who doesn't like that? Boy, man, girl or woman, compliments make you feel good. Especially coming from a hot teenager like him.

Go on, so he liked watching you in tank tops, and did you oblige?

Yes. I wore more tank tops, spaghetti tops, camisoles, and short booty shorts. My daughter even noticed. She asked me why I was trying to dress like someone her age hahahaha. Everytime I wore these tops, they exposed my shoulders, sometimes my lower belly just around my belly button. And I don't have big boobs, but I guess you can call this cleavage haha.

Did he ask you for more?

Not really, he was just happy staring at me in those.

But you clearly knew he had an interest in you, sexually?

I don't know if I can say that. I guess, in hindsight, maybe. At the time, I just thought of course he finds me hot, he's a teenager. They all find older women hot. I didn't think of myself as hot or attractive. I hadn't been complimented in a long time and I have to be honest, his interest in me, the way he looked at me, made me tingle. It made me feel more uhm feminine. Made me feel like a woman again, so I did like that.

So, then how did things escalate?

Again, it was the pandemic, we were all drinking way too much. One evening, I was watching some trash reality tv show called love is blind. It had just come out on Netflix. I was drinking my red wine while my husband sipped on his whisky on his computer in his room. Jake joined me on the couch and we were chatting and ridiculing how silly this show was. He was wearing his shorts and a muscle shirt. He had his arm over around my neck and on my shoulder as I was buried in the couch.

I was quite drunk at the time. It was my way of coping with my failed marriage and escaping my own thoughts watching mindless television. Jake was caressing my right forearm, sitting on my left with his arm behind my neck. His hand slowly slid down and he was caressing the side of my breasts. I could feel his fingers gently fondling me there but I didn't move and pretended I wasn't feeling it.

I just turned my head and looked at him, his eyes were fixated on the tv. I smirked and ignored his fingers. He continued and after a while, began pulling the straps of my tan top off my shoulder. I should mention, I had already taken off my bra for the night. It didn't expose my breasts completely, but just the upper tit.

Did you like what he was doing?

I did. Maybe alcohol had something to do with it, but I was tolerating his mischief more than I should have at the moment. I hadn't felt a man's touch in a long time and this was turning me on. I could feel my body heating up.

So you let him continue?

No. My maternal instincts kicked in. And I just said calmly, "Jake, what are you doing?". His fingers stopped circling and caressing my skin, but he left his hand right there and said "Nothing, mom. Just bored". I asked again, "You know what I'm talking about. Stop it". He said ok and took his hand off. That was it. He seemed disappointed and left the couch, went back to his bedroom.

Oh, that's a shame. What did you do next? And how did you feel when he left?

A mix of relief and rush of excitement. It definitely turned me on. But I knew this was wrong and it had to be contained before it got too bad. I couldn't focus anymore and retired to my bedroom. Played with my vibrator and passed out as my husband played some video games in the dark corner.

That doesn't sound much of an escalation. What transpired afterwards?

I think it does. He had taken liberties with my body for the first time. And I allowed him, until I didn't. The next morning, I was in the kitchen, making coffee, fixing up breakfast. He comes downstairs, heavy footed, fresh out of bed, dry drool still around his chin, topless, in his underwear. That's when I noticed how big of a bulge his briefs had. My mind went into imagination mode and I had naughty thoughts about how it would feel to hold it in my hands. I wanted to take a peek at it. My eyes were fixated at his crotch. Until I was caught staring. He came behind me, we greeted each other with good mornings and he hugged me from behind. His hands gripped my belly around my stomach and I could feel his dick poking my waist behind me as he kissed my shoulders over the strap of my tank top. His lips then touched my bare skin close to my neck and I was getting weak in the knees. The brazen touch of a young man, his dick poking behind me, how was I to control myself.

His father was sitting a few feet in front of me, facing the tv watching his morning news. Clueless about his teenage son getting romantically carried away with his own wife. I mustered under my breath "Jake...go brush your teeth". He let off me and went back upstairs.

It was little things like this that egged me on. His touch, his careless disregard for our mother-son relationship. His interest in me, my body. His attention to my dressing, the way I looked, my hair, my scent, my smile, my eyes. Those were the things that were seducing me into submission. I continued ignoring his advances and resisted him for days!

I see. When did you reciprocate, or did you?

It was a few days after that morning. I was walking back up to go to my bedroom after another drunken night on the couch and saw the light in my kids' bathroom was still on. I went over to check and nobody was in the bathroom, but I saw my panties lying in the sink all wet. They weren't crumbly or sticky like usual, but looked like someone was trying to wash them. I had a feeling this was Jake's doing. And just then he appeared out of his bedroom, again wearing just his gray underwear, topless. I could clearly see a dark, wet spot around the tip of his penis. He had just finished masturbating and I knew he used my panties.