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A Child is Born

by Starlight ©

It began at a Christmas party. Rosemary was seventeen and approaching her
eighteenth year. She was in her first year at university and, being a highly
intelligent girl, was doing extremely well. The biblical words "For whosoever
hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more in abundance," were clearly
true for Rosemary.

Not only did she have a good brain, but good looks and personality to go with
it. She was the sort of person who drives you mad with envy at the many good
personal gifts that have been bestowed on them. In addition, her looks were not
the pretty passing looks of youth, but the sort that will wear long and well
over the coming years.

As I said, it started at a Christmas party. This girl, who had it all before
her, got drunk. Normally she did not drink alcohol, but someone had spiked the
fruit cup, and this had a devastating effect on Rosemary. The upshot was,
Rosemary got pregnant to one of her university lecturers who took her virginity
in a back bedroom.

When a few weeks later the fact of pregnancy was definite, her parents were
horrified. "You've ruined your life," "We'll be the talk of the neighbourhood, "
"He'll have to marry you," "You'll have to have an abortion," "We'll have it
adopted out." So went the litany of parental rebuke.

As it happened the father of the child did offer to marry Rosemary. Not that he
was a particularly honourable man, or that he cared much about Rosemary beyond
a casual fuck, but too many people had seen him disappear into that back
bedroom with her.

Rosemary refused this offer of marital bliss. If she had been sober, he was
about the last man she would desire to have sex with, or marry. This was just as
well, because some three years after the offer he "Found himself," and set up
house with a male student called Walter and, so the story went, "lived happily
ever after."

Rosemary was equally adamant about abortion and adoption. She told her
despairing parents that she intended to have the child and bring it up herself.
This produced further parental wails, the content of which I shall leave to your
imagination.

You see, from the moment Rosemary was aware that she carried within her new
life, she had an overwhelming feeling of joy. Where other girls in her
condition, even some married ones, might mourn their lot, for her, it was a
blessing and not a curse. It might be useful to point out here that among her
many other qualities, Rosemary was a very spiritual person, and often had more
insights than the preachers she heard Sunday by Sunday, and certainly more than
some of the church people who muttered, "The wages of sin."

Thus, from the first moment of realisation, Rosemary felt there was something
very special about the child she bore. There was a deep bonding even before the
child saw the light of day. The pregnancy went without a hitch; in fact she had
never felt better or looked more beautiful than she did during that period. She
positively glowed with health and happiness.

The lecturer father kept at a distance, except that he made a very nice
allowance to Rosemary that was to be kept up until the child reached its
eighteenth year. In the following years he maintained the distance, showing no
interest in the girl who's virginity he had taken or the offspring.

Rosemary even rejoiced at the pain of childbirth, seeing it as the sort of pain
that always goes with the privilege of bringing forth a new creation. It was a
boy child, and when holding him in her arms for the first time, where others
saw a red wrinkled creature, she saw the universe encapsulated in this tiny
fragment of life.

The bonding already begun in the womb, now continued, and over the coming years
was to take on unusual depths and meaning. She returned to the parental home
with the child, whom she had named John because, as Rosemary said, "God has been
gracious."

At the end of the first year after John's birth, Rosemary found an apartment she
could afford, and they moved in. For the first five years of John's life,
Rosemary devoted her time and energy to caring for him. She held the view that
there would be no artificial accelerated learning. "When he is ready he will
learn if the materials are ready to hand for him."

They played together and bathed together. After bathing they would wrestle
around the floor naked or hide from each other waiting to be found. There was to
be no false modesty between them, for, as Rosemary said, "The human body is too
beautiful to be hidden all the time." I hasten to add that this may be true of
Rosemary and John, but it may not be a universal truth unfortunately.

John was not to be a child forever stuck before a television set. He was taken
out in the pram across woods and fields, and his bare feet allowed to touch the
earth. Like his mother, John had a quick intelligence, and speedily came to
appreciate the beauty of his world and the creatures that inhabited it.

When the time came for him to go to school, and once she was sure he had settled
in well, Rosemary returned to her studies. She was careful to see that this did
not interfere with the time she and John spent together. With a more enlightened
view of education holding sway, she could pace herself out appropriately.

Sometimes, in the evening and while she read to him, John would reach up and
touch her face and say, "Mummy, you are beautiful. I love you." There is no more
sincere compliment than that, coming from a child, and Rosemary would have to
wipe her eyes and blow her nose, as she replied, "I love you too, my darling."
And it was true. This love between mother and son deepened over the years.

If Sigmund Freud was right, and the son perceives the father as a rival for the
mother's affection, then John did not have this problem. Rosemary was not
without lovers, but they were never flaunted before John. She took great care in
her choice of men. She wanted no long-term relationships, and if she suspected a
lover was getting too close, the affair was ended. She also guarded against
further pregnancies and disease. Having put herself on the pill, she made doubly
sure by always insisting on a condom being used.

One of Rosemary's concerns for John was the masculine aspect of his development.
Having no role model immediately available, she made shameless use of her father
and two married brothers. Between them John was introduced to those mostly male
activities like fishing, fiddling with car engines, doing things "down in the
shed," and abusing referees at football matches. Not that these men objected to
being used, as John had such a sunny, open and loving disposition, being with
him was always a pleasure.

As to herself, Rosemary could never quite understand her reticence to accept an
ongoing relationship with a man. Clearly, the problem was not sexual because she
had lovers for her gratification. Nor did she lack offers of marriage. Staff and
students at the university went after her like a prize which none of them won.
Single men in the church she attended tried for her hand, including one Reverent
Gentlemen, but all failed.

She told herself and those who enquired, "I'm waiting for the right man to come
along," but this did not convince her. Her real reason was partially hidden from
her, but it was allowed to surface as, "I don't want anyone coming between John
and I." For the time being, she left it at that.

As the years went on Rosemary gained her degree and this in turn led to her
becoming a Pharmacist working for a local Chemist on a part time basis.
This gave her the extra income that enabled them to move from the apartment
to a house.

John did well at school, and apart from the odd moments of woe, enjoyed his
life. He and Rosemary continued to be naked in each other's presence, taking
showers together and still wrestling around. The house they had acquired
included a swimming pool, and one day when John was about thirteen, and he and
Rosemary were swimming naked, she noticed the first signs of pubic hair in his
groin and an apparent enlargement of his penis. She smiled as she recalled the
times she had washed his little sexual organ when he was a baby, and felt a
sense of exultation at the thought that he was now moving towards manhood.

She drew no attention to this development, but waited for him to comment if he
wished. He did so one evening when they were having their after shower wrestle.
"Look, mum, see what's happening to me?" She showed interest, but because she
made no big thing about it, John did not go into that shy stage that seems to
afflict many young people. As with most of his life up to that point, and thanks
to Rosemary's careful nurturing, this most dramatic of physical changes was
taken in his stride. He later mentioned that he was producing sperm.

Thanks to the enlightened school John attended and Rosemary's own instruction,
John learned about matters sexual, the potential dangers and pleasures. When he
started serious dating, Rosemary always made sure there was a supply of condoms
placed in the draw of his dressing table. She knew he made use of them because
she was the re-supplier, but again, she never made any comment. If he wanted to
talk about it, he would.

It was when he was about fifteen that she noticed for the first time, that he
was looking at her intently during their after swim laze by he pool. She also
noted an erection. She said nothing, but looking at him, she felt the faint
throbbing in her clitoris. Her mind went back to the often asked question, "Why
no ongoing relationship?" She thought she knew now.

Their after shower wrestling had now ceased, as his six feet one inch to her
five feet six inches, proved a bit overbearing. Instead they would do a few push
ups and other exercises, and then lay around on the rug for a while. At least
once a week they went out together, perhaps to a restaurant or theatre. At
weekends, they would often hike for a few hours over the nearby hills, and
always they were happy in each other's company.

Even Rosemary's mother noticed the close bond between them, and commented,
"I wish I'd had some of that from your father or your brothers."
Interesting comment from one whom had wanted to terminate John's life
before it had even begun.

As to their sex lives, neither flaunted their activities before the other. Both
knew that there were sexual activities going on, and these were not really kept
secret, especially as Rosemary was the condom re-supplier, and one day John had
come across his mother's contraceptive pills.

One unavoidable matter now constantly presented itself to Rosemary. She
sexually aroused John, and in turn, he aroused her. She also knew that John was
aware of their mutual desire. Even if she did not see John's erections in her
presence, their close bonding would have communicated his feelings to her and
hers to him. In short, both knew the truth, but at that time, the truth could
not set them free.

When John was seventeen and a half, Rosemary dismissed her latest lover and
threw away her contraceptive pills. Within a couple of weeks as she went to
replenish John's condoms, she saw that none had been used since her last visit
to the draw. Two weeks later she looked again and still none had been used. The
signal was clear and she knew the time was drawing close.

Now came a period of frustration for both of them. John had to masturbate
frequently and Rosemary bought herself a vibrator. They would lie in their beds
at night with only a wall between them, trying to relieve themselves of the
tensions they felt. It was not very satisfactory.

John's eighteenth birthday arrived and a party was held. It went on until the
early hours of the morning with all the usual noise and clatter of these
occasions. Rosemary and John slept late, then got up to a mountainous mess. It
took them a few hours to get things straight, and when finished they stripped
off and plunged into the swimming pool.

Finishing the swim, they sat down on air mattresses beside the pool. After a few
minutes, they looked into each other's eyes. Rosemary parted her legs, reached
out her hand to John and said, "Yes, darling." He moved over to her and entered.

That poolside entry was the earnest of things to come. That night John went to
his mother's bed. Holding her close to him he kissed her, pouring into her all
his longing and desire. She, set on fire by him, stroked and kissed his penis,
sucking in his precum like a starving woman. His hands and lips found her
breasts, the source of his first nourishment, and poured his love over them.
Moving to her vagina his tongue entered the sweet place he had entered this
world from.

Rosemary had thrown away her contraceptive pills, and as he tried to put on a
condom, she stopped him. "No, my love, I shall always take you as you are, and
rejoice in what we are given." He poured himself into her.

It is now seven years since that first time of their coming together as lovers.
I see them and their three beautiful children frequently. So far, they have one
boy and twin girls. Rosemary and John have braved the sneers and accusations of
some, and the envy of those who long for a love like theirs. Rosemary looks
forward to more children. May God bless them richly.


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