How I Became a Mama

Recently single and still a fairly young 20 year old, I was not used to being alone. So when James called and asked to come over, I was quick to say yes. He seemed like such a sweet kid who really had his act together. We had gone to high school together. Instead of getting involved with a loser and having his heart broken, he said he had gone to college and was now working in the school district as a computer teacher. I was young, it never dawned on me, that 20 was quite young to have accomplished the 2 degrees and the career he claimed.

He seemed a far cry from the usual jerks I seemed to be attracting. He had a career, he owned his own car, and he was saving money. He even said he was a virgin which honestly sort of made me feel sorry for him. He wasn't appalling, but he also wasn't very attractive. At 5'9" we were nearly the same height. I had been around the block sexually you could say, but I was still obviously quite naïve.

He showed up in time for dinner, wasn't anything special, just spaghetti. We talked and laughed and just enjoyed each others company. We talked about high school days as that really was about all we had in common besides us both being lonely. Being quite curvy I had not spent a lot of time alone, and this was the first time I had ever found myself without a roommate.

After dinner we sat on the couch and talked about the things that had happened since high school. The bad relationships I had been in, my desire to one day go to college. I really wanted to study broadcasting and business. He mostly listened, something I wasn't used to from a guy but a friend should listen. That was about all I could imagine him ever being.

He told me that he still lived at home so he could help take care of his Mother who had health problems. His Father still worked and couldn't be there all the time. (Way to pull the heartstrings) He said that it was up to him to do most of the cooking and cleaning. (That by itself is attractive) Between his Mother and work, it hadn't left him time for a social life. By now, I was feeling so incredibly sorry for him.

He also told me his Father had been physically abusive when he was a child, once throwing him through a window. Having suffered abuse myself, I was filled with compassion and empathy for him.

When he leaned in for a kiss, I still wasn't feeling romantically towards him, but I thought, what would a little petting hurt? This young man worked so hard to take care of his Mother that he hadn't found time to get laid. He was going to make some girl very lucky. While I did feel very sorry for him, pity is not an attractive emotion to begin with.

He seemed to really enjoy playing with my large breasts. Time seemed to just stand still for him as he gently tugged at the nipples. He tentatively bent down and began to suck them. I think he was waiting for me to say no. I should have.

Instead I was thinking I could suck him off and we would both be happy. He would get some satisfaction, and I would feel like I had done a good deed. I put my lips around the head of his cock and started down his shaft when he stopped me.

"Please, let me put my cock in your pussy?" I hesitated. I really wasn't wanting to go that far with him. I contemplated a few moments and finally pulled a condom out of the drawer in the end table next to the couch. "Thank you!" He grinned, "I will put it on right before."

Well, I could start here with the should have's. I should have insisted he put it on then. I should have not consented to what was by definition nothing more than a pity fuck. I should have told him he should be happy with a really awesome blow job.

"Can I taste your pussy?" As you can see, the virgin thing was believable. I am not sure I have EVER turned down being eaten out. He slid off the couch and I swung 1 leg over the edge allowing him access to do his will with his tongue. He didn't do too badly for a beginner. He didn't seem to have the right technique to take me over the edge though, and I didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't quite right. It didn't dawn on me to teach him how to do it better. He got me close so many times though, pity or not, I was ready to be fucked!

He moved up and slid inside. I was sopping wet from his attention to my pussy and there was no resistence for his cock. He was moving slowly and it didn't take long before I realized, he couldn't have had time to put the condom on.

"Are you wearing the condom?" I asked panicked.

"Not yet, I will put it on in a minute, I just wanted to know what this feels like." His voice wasn't tentative at all this time. He wasn't asking me if it would be ok, he was telling me what he planned to do.

"Stop now and just put it on!" I was getting frantic by the second. My head was trying desperately to remember dates and add and subtract. While good at math, there is something about having a bare cock inside you that makes you incapable of adding days. What was today?!?

"In a minute." He seemed calm, but determined. I started to struggle, I couldn't remember for sure at the moment when my last period was, but I was sure it was at least a week ago. His arms pinned me down and while I was able to wiggle, I wasn't able to stop his thrusting in and out of me. Being on the couch was proving to be a disadvantage. I couldn't move up, the armrest blocked me. Moving to the right was impossible as that was the back of the couch. So he was able to concentrate his strength on my left to keep me in position. His strokes were picking up and I could feel his dick start to swell.

"PLEASE stop!!!! Just put the condom on, please!!!" I was starting to cry. He was no longer talking to me. He was lost in the moment now. I was still begging when his seed began to enter into my unprotected womb. With a final shove he buried deep inside me and stayed there for several minutes. I could feel his sperm deep inside me. It didn't take long. Minutes later I could feel the change take place in my body. I knew I was pregnant.

"Why did you do that?!" I cried. "How could you?!?"

"I needed to know what it felt like." I was dumbfounded, what I had I gotten myself into? How could a simple evening with a "friend" turn into this?

That spring, I had a baby boy. I moved to another state to raise him. James' coldness and non-challant attitude scared me. I later learned, he was not a teacher, he was a janitor. He did go to college; however how long he went is disputed. He may have gone for 2 years, or it could have been for less. He had no teaching degree or even a degree in computers. He did receive a certificate in electronics for a 2 day course he took. His Mother did not need him to take care of her. She did the cooking and the cleaning, he couldn't even make Mac N Cheese. His Father was very docile and passive. Had anything he had told me been true?

I heard rumors that I was not his first, however that was never confirmed. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. I suppose I will never know for sure. Thankfully I did not contract any STD's so at least if he wasn't a virgin, he wasn't diseased.

I never made it to college. Being a single Mom at such a young age tends to make it hard to follow dreams and such. Instead you do what you have to in order to provide for this lovely innocent child. One short event changed my life forever. In many ways, James still controls me today even though I have not seen him in 13 years. His action that evening has dictated my entire life from that moment on.

I don't know why I didn't report it. I think I felt like I had been through enough. I also didn't know if they would understand that while I had agreed to sex with him, I just wasn't willing to do it without a condom. I can see the difference now, but at 20, I figured they wouldn't do anything about it anyway. I know this; I will never tell this beautiful boy what his Father did.