*Here’s Chapter 6. As I predicted last time, I got carried away with writing so there’s more to come.*
*As usual, I recommend starting from the beginning if you’re new to this story. With that said, let’s get started:*
I awoke the following morning with my naked mother quietly drowsing on my chest. The misgivings and strange feelings that I had after our first time seemed to have been banished. Instead I simply looked down at her blissful face and smiled. I really was the luckiest man alive.
Eventually, my mother awoke, wishing me good morning with a gentle kiss. After simply basking in the moment for a few minutes, Mom announced that she should start getting ready for work and climbed out of my bed.
I watched her beautiful hips and behind sway as she walked out of the room before her naked form finally vanished further into the house.
I sank back down into my bed, turning on my side. The smell of my mother’s perfume remained in the space next to me. Slowly, I began to sink back into sleep.
Over the next days and weeks, our relationship took on a strange dynamic. For the vast majority of the time, we had a completely normal mother-son relationship. I would do chores at Mom’s request. She would bug me about getting a job. I would listen to her complain about colleagues at work. She would cook, and clean and generally keep the house from falling apart. All in all, things were the same as ever.
Yet we also started to develop a system by which the dynamic of our relationship would suddenly, temporarily change. My mother came to know that whenever I would ask a question such as “would you like to come upstairs, Mom?”, what I was really saying was “let’s go to the bedroom and fuck like rabbits”.
Likewise, I quickly learnt that my mother shouting out “can you come here for a moment, dear?” from her bedroom, essentially translated to “get in here and fuck me”. Often, at answering the call, I would find my very horny mother naked on top of her bed. Needless to say, I was always happy to pay her a visit.
This continued on for the next few weeks. We grew to become incredibly comfortable with one another during sex. Any awkwardness was gone, and we came to know one another’s tastes.
We tried practically every position imaginable. Over time, it became clear that my mother favoured doggystyle, while I preferred missionary. Therefore, we would often use a combination of both, changing positions midway through our fuck session. Sometimes it was nice for Mom to take charge though, and she was always happy to oblige with a bit of cowgirl.
Yet there was just one thing downside. Ever since our first time, I had been desperate to cum inside my mother again. The sex was great, but pulling out before I orgasmed just wasn’t the same. I wanted to bury my cock to the hilt and shoot my load as deep as I could. It just somehow felt more natural to me, as well as more intimate. Frankly, it was far hotter as well. I couldn’t get the image of my sperm slowly dripping out of my mother’s vagina out of my head. Yet, despite how much I wanted it, my mother would always take extra care to make sure I pulled out.
Eventually, after a great deal of asking, my mother finally relented and agreed that she would go on the pill soon. Naturally, I was very happy.
However, that never happened.
It was an ordinary Thursday and I was sat on my bed reading. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s voice call my name, pulling me out of my book.
I marked my page and got up before heading quickly downstairs. My mother would often complain that I didn’t answer her quickly enough when she called me, so it’s always best to move quickly to avoid a lecture.
I found her on the sofa in the living room. Her face looked glum, and I could immediately tell that something was wrong.
“Sit down, dear” she said.
I obliged and eased myself into the seat next to her.
She struggled to make eye contact with me, and simply stared at the floor for a moment. Eventually, she looked up and took a deep breath. “Jason…” she began. “There’s no easy way to say this.” I could see that her hands were shaking slightly. “I’m pregnant.”
My heart dropped down into my stomach. I gave the floor a thousand yard stare as my heart rate began to increase. I became trapped in my own mind, as the world around me seemed to begin disintegrating and collapsing.
My psyche desperately struggled and clawed, trying in vain to make sense of the situation. The word flew around my thoughts, rapidly consuming every other part of my mind. *Pregnant. Pregnant.* *Pregnant.* Yet the word seemed to have no meaning, I could not comprehend the gravity of what my mother had just told me.
After what felt like a lifetime, but in hindsight must only have been a couple of seconds, I managed to start collecting my thoughts.
‘*My mother… pregnant. But she’s been making me pull out…’* I thought to myself. A stupid thought, a desperate attempt to clutch at straws. To believe it’s not true. I remembered burying myself as deep as possible as I shot rope after rope of my sperm into her that first time. Her cries echoed through my mind. Her warnings that she could still get pregnant. Internally I cursed my past self.
My mind fixated on the image of my load slowly leaking out of my own mother’s vagina. The reality began to sink in. It was entirely possible that I’d got her pregnant then and there.
My body began to shake as my breathing increased. Panic had begun to set in now.
My mom was pregnant, and I was the father. It had to be mine, she’d not been with anyone for years before we had sex. *‘Oh fuck…’* I thought. ‘*Shit Jason, what have you done?’*.
The situation was really sinking in now. Just a few weeks ago we’d had a perfectly normal relationship. If I was right, if that first time was when she got pregnant, then there was only a space of a few days between us being a normal mother and son, and me knocking her up.
Suddenly I had a thought. A way out of this situation. I finally found words. “Mom… A-are you sure? Maybe you’re just a bit late? I’ve heard that happens sometimes.”
My mother shook her head. “I’m sure. It’s a week since… You know. I should have had my time of the month. I’ve taken a test. It was positive. Look.” She reached down into her bag that was sat beside her legs and withdrew a small white stick with a pink lid. As soon as she handed it to me I saw the lines. Two lines. Pregnant. There was no doubt now.
It was official. I’d knocked my own mother up.
I sat there with the positive test in my hand for a moment, before handing it back to my mother. How could this have happened?
I remembered what my mother said that fateful night. She had said that we would “take care of it”. I turned to her. She still wasn’t looking at me.
“I thought you said we’d take care of it, Mom. On that night when… When I finished inside you. I thought you meant that you’d get plan B or something.”
She looked up at me. Her eyes painted a complicated picture. On one hand, she looked vulnerable, concerned and scared. On the other, she looked annoyed, frustrated and disappointed.
“I said WE would sort something out, but you never spoke to me about what happened, not even after our second time.”
Her harsh words cut at me, but I was quick to justify myself. “I was confused! I thought we’d have a conversation but then when I saw you the next morning you seemed so… Happy. I didn’t want to ruin your mood by bringing it up”.
Her face began to soften. “I’m sorry, dear.” I could see that she was becoming emotional and was struggling to word her thoughts. “It’s just… I can’t explain it. I guess it was so long since I’d last… Been with a man. The whole situation was just so confusing for me. I guess I was happy. I know I should have spoken to you about what happened. I’m meant to be the mature one after all. It must have been so confusing for you as well.”
I nodded. “It was.”
My mother looked straight into my eyes for a moment. She looked as though she was about to say something but could not find the words.
Eventually, sound escaped her lips. “I did buy the morning after pill…” she began.
“And it didn’t work!?” I interjected rudely.
“I…” she began, her voice beginning to noticeably shake. “I never took it.”
Until now my head had been noisy and chaotic as I tried to wrap my head around the idea of having impregnated my own mother. Yet at hearing those words, it became silent. As did the world around me. I was absolutely shocked. Why would she knowingly not take the pill despite having purchased it?
“What… Why!?” was all I managed to splutter out.
Any composure immediately fell apart when she heard my question, and immediately she began to sob. “I… I don’t know. I’m so sorry, baby… I’m so sorry”.
I couldn’t stand seeing her like that, despite the revelation that she had knowingly not taken the pill that could have prevented this situation despite having purchased it. I shuffled closer to her and put an arm around her, gently rubbing my hand over her shoulders to calm her. She immediately leaned into me as her body shook with her sobs.
“It’s okay, Mom…” I told her, despite my own paralysing fear. “Take your time.”
It felt like a lifetime of my mother sobbing into me before she began to calm down. Her body twitched and jerked as she cried, but slowly her sobs began to turn into sniffs.
“It’s just…” she managed to get out between sniffles. “I think maybe it’s because… Because I always wanted another child. But your father was always so against the idea of having more than one.”
She began to cry softly again before continuing.
“And… And I thought because I’m older now… That it would be unlikely that I’d get pregnant. So I just… I didn’t take it.” She began to sniff again. “I guess I didn’t take it because… I wanted to enjoy the fantasy that maybe I’d get that second chance at being a mother like I always wanted. It was just a stupid fantasy… I thought I’d be safe because the chances are slim.”
“Mom…”
“I’m sorry dear… I can’t believe I’ve done this to you. This was such a stupid risk to take… I’m a terrible mother.”
I couldn’t stand to see her put all the blame onto herself. “Mom, this isn’t all your fault. Finishing inside you is what made this happen. That was my stupid mistake.”
She smiled a sad smile. “So I guess we’re both stupid then.”
“That sounds about right” I said, smiling weakly to try and lighten the sombre atmosphere.
“It sounds so stupid now… I was so close to taking that damn pill. But then…” she began to blush in embarrassment. “I had it in my hand but then I felt some of… your stuff… leak out of me and it was like my mind just stopped working. I couldn’t help myself. I just felt like I just had to take the risk.”
I sat there in silence. She was right. It did sound stupid to take a risk like that. But it was me who left her in that position to begin with.
My mind began to finally come to terms with everything. I knew I had to pull myself together and start to act like a man.
“So… What are we going to do?” I asked.
My mother looked up at me, her eyes wet with tears.
“I… Want to keep it.”
“What!?” I exclaimed, louder than I’d intended to. “How are we going to explain how you got pregnant to other people? What if someone figures out what we’ve been doing?”
“At worst they’ll think I’m a slut.” I must admit, hearing my mother talk about herself in that way upset me a little. “And they wont figure anything out. We’ll be careful. I’ll tell people I went out to a bar and met a man while drunk. I got pregnant but I don’t remember anything about the father.”
“You’d really be willing to have people think that about you? I know you Mom, you’re not that kind of person.”
My mother smiled. “And that’s all that matters. As long as you still love me, I have nothing to be scared of.”
“I promise, Mom. I’ll always love you.”
I leaned over towards her, and we embraced tightly. Something in the warmth of the hug said a thousand words that we could never find the words to say about the depth of our love.
Eventually, we loosed our grip on one another, and I began to reflect on the news.
“Fuck… My own mom… Pregnant.”
“Language, young man. I’m still your mother.” She laughed slightly at herself. “I’ve said the same thing to myself, believe me. How many mothers do you think have sat looking at a positive test knowing it’s their own son who put the bun in their oven?”
I reached for her hand, grabbing it tightly. We sat like that in silence for a minute.
Internally, I was still wrestling with the issue. I was scared. Terrified. But I knew I had to think about what was best for me and my mother. And our child. My mother had said she wanted to be a mother again but never got the chance, and I knew that I loved her. That I really loved her.
There were going to be some awkward issues to deal with because of the nature of our relationship, but could I justify asking her to not have the child over them? Slowly, as fear faded, I knew that I had decided my stance.
Finally, I steeled myself before speaking.
“So… It’s decided then. I’m going to be a father… And a brother.”
My mother nearly tackled me as she threw her arms around me and planted an intense kiss on my lips.
I returned the kiss, and after a moment her initial excitement began to fade.
“I love you, Jason” she said calmly.
“And I love you too, Mom.”
Suddenly, a thought hit me.
“Mom… What are we going to tell the baby when it’s older? About us being mother and son?”
My mother stopped for a moment, thinking.
“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it” she said casually. “For now… Do you want to join me upstairs?”
I pulled her close, kissing her deeply once again. Eventually my mother withdrew from my lips and stood up. Gently, she took my hand in hers and drew me to my feet before turning and leading me upstairs…
*Author’s Note: Well that’s it for this chapter. This chapter was a little bit smaller on sexy bits, but was an important step towards the end of the story with regards to plot. I hope you’ve all enjoyed, and once again encourage you all to share thoughts and criticisms in the comments.*
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