Mom's Insemination Mixup

That's when Dad walked in again. "Talking about me?"

I said "DAD!" and Mom said "Mark!" at the same time. Then in unison, "What are YOU doing home?"

"I live here. When I'm not working, that is. But, seriously, I thought I should be taking you to the clinic and then we'll go out to celebrate!" Dad looked at me and added, "Just the lovebirds, Skipper!"

I wondered for the thousandth time if he thought I liked being called "Skipper."

"Really, Mark, Scott can bring me. You don't have to bother."

"Wouldn't hear of it. This is the big day. I've got a very good feeling!"

That was one out of three who had a good feeling.

I'll never forget Mom's face as she left with Dad. It had that same look as when she found out she had lost the baby.

"Good luck, Mom," I said before she closed the door. But, I felt that all the luck was going to be of the other kind.

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Their appointment had been at 4:30. They got home about eight o'clock.

As soon as I heard the door, I left my room. Mom had said she knew it if had worked in the past. I looked for that knowledge in her face. All I saw was sorrow. I didn't even ask the question, or any question.

"Your Dad drank a whole carafe of wine at Bertello's Restaurant. He ordered it before remembering a pregnant woman can't drink. I drove us home."

"Well—it's a celebration!" Dad's face, on the other hand was smiling, and red from the alcohol. "This is a special night we'll remember. The night a new life was conceived!"

Dad looked so happy. Mom stared at me and must have seen her own disappointment reflected. "I'm going to put your father to bed before he falls down or goes to sleep out here and I have to lug him in there."

"No lugging," Dad sang. "Not until nine months from now!"

Mom took him by the arm and guided him toward their bedroom. When she passed me, she said in a low voice: "New plan."

I was playing a video game on the living room TV when Mom came in and sat next to me.

"Put on a news channel or something with people talking. And put it up loud so we can talk without Dad hearing us. You know, even drunk, he has rabbit ears."

There was a special panel of experts talking about some bill that shouldn't be passed by congress. I thought that would be all right.

"Scott, you know how I said I could tell?" When I nodded, Mom continued. "It didn't work. I can feel it."

"Let's wait and see before—"

"I know, Scott. I know. This was my last chance. Our last chance. If not today, then never. Do you understand how that makes me feel?"

"Bad. But what could we do. Dad messed it up."

"Yeah, Dad messed it up. He's a good man. And a great father. But, he's messed this up—getting me pregnant—for years. And I had to just sit by patiently while it happened and put my best face on. I'm tired of that."

"You can't be sure, Mom." She looked at me. She was on the verge of losing it about this, and I was on the verge of being the one it got lost on. "Mom, I'd do anything to fix things, but it's impossible now."

"I'm glad you said that, Scott."

"That it's impossible?"

"No, that you'd do anything to fix this. Because I'm going to do just that—ask you to fix it."

"That's crazy, Mom. The clinic is closed. What are we supposed to do, break in and do another procedure ourselves?"

"Nope," Mom said. "No breaking in required. Unless the door of your room is stuck."

"I'm not following."

"Scott," Mom said, "I want us, you and me, to have sex tonight."

"Mom!... No!... What?"

"I want you to impregnate me tonight. The only way is to have sex. I've already been pregnant by you once, so for me that's a big hurdle already overcome. I admit it'll be a little awkward for both of us."

"AWKWARD!"

"Shh! Your father!" Mom whispered.

"I can't. I couldn't! I won't!"

"You said you'd do anything. Did you see how happy your father was? And don't tell me it's about the idea of having a child. You already let that genie out of the bottle when you swapped your sperm the last time. You would have let me come to full term without ever knowing who the real father was. Admit it."

I shrugged. This was way too complicated for me to think about it in a logical manner.

"The clinic said tonight is the night I ovulate. This is our chance, our best chance. This was the last time we could use the clinic on our insurance. This is it, Scott. I can't force you, but I can beg you. This is your mother pleading with you to give me another chance to be a Mom to another little life. Please, Scott, please... will you do it?"

I stopped staring at my sneakers, looked Mom in the eyes, and nodded "yes."

There was no big reaction like I expected. Mom was in her businesslike mode. She said, "Good. I'm going to take a shower. You take one too and I'll meet you in your room in a half hour."

I asked the back of her head as she was leaving: "Mom... what if I can't... you know...?"

"Leave the details to me." She hadn't even turned around.

I sat there for a minute stunned. While some guy in a gray suit and tie on TV said, "Both sides of the aisle finally have to..."

I said quietly, "I'm going to fuck my mother."

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"Come in," I said. I had showered and changed the gross sheets on my bed. I didn't need to have Mom doing a sheet inspection too.

Mom silently slipped into the room and made an effort not to let the door creak or clunk shut.

"Remember, no noise. We don't want your father to wake up and come looking for me."

I had some clean pajamas. Mom had on her nightgown and robe.

"Let me set the rules, Scott. We know why we're doing this. We can be all done in a few minutes. Then, you have to give me another five minutes of lying still on my back so... just so things will work to the maximum effectiveness."

I surmised she needed to let the sperm get where it was going to without draining out.

"Okay. But I still don't—"

"No negativity. All positivity. Understand?"

Mom drew back the bedspread and blanket, leaving the light blue sheet only.

"This is going to be as medical, as clinical as possible. We'll do the business with as little touching as possible. Remember, the main object is to get your sperm into my vagina. Period. No kissing, no hugging, no talking. I'll keep my robe on, hike up my nightgown, and get under the sheet. You take your bottoms off, get on top of me, do what nature has taught you, and then get off. Understand?"

That was going to be her command word I guessed: understand.

"By the way, as much as I've told you not to, this isn't your first time, is it?"

I shook my head "no." "First time without a rubber," I said.

"Then it'll feel different. Don't be afraid to get it over quickly, if you get my meaning. I only ask that when you do climax, do it as deeply as you can so that we have the maximum chance of success. Understand?"

Another nod.

"Here we go," she said and climbed into my bed, pulled the sheet over her and I could see her hike up the robe so that her lower body was free and unobstructed.

"Mom?"

Mom only pointed to the bed, about where her vagina was. I got the point, and dropped my pajama bottoms. Mom didn't look in my direction. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes. Then I lifted the sheet and crawled on top of Mom.

She bent her knees up and planted her feet flat on the bed. Then she reached down between us and I felt her hand on my penis. My limp, uninflated penis.

"Get yourself hard," Mom commanded.

"I'm trying," I said. "But, I can't. What if I can't?"

"Don't do that! Don't get upset. That will put pressure on you and make it worse. Believe me, I know from experience. Lie on your back."

I obeyed and Mom wrapped her fingers around my flaccid dick. "Close your eyes and don't think of anything. Just breath in and out. That's your job. I'll take care of the rest."

Mom jacked me gently up and down, up and down. After a minute or so, I said, "I can't, Mom!"

"Don't give up... yet," Mom said. I felt her lean forward, and then felt something wet. Mom had covered my whole penis with her mouth.

"Mom!" I groaned as she applied sucking pressure for the first time.

This got a reaction, and soon I was on my way to a real hardon. Mom bobbed her head as I got bigger and the base of my cock emerged from her mouth. She took her mouth off and went back to jacking me with her hand. Just before she let go, Mom leaned her head in one last time and licked all around the head of my cock, and made her tongue drag over the tip.

"Okay," is all she said as she lay again on her back.

I got in position, felt her hand take my cock, and then use it to brush up and down against something warm, hairy, and wet.

"Push, but go easy."

I pushed, and for the first time in my life, entered a pussy without a condom on. That it was my mother's didn't seem to matter at the moment.

I felt more resistance than I did with Carrie. Unbelievably, Mom was tighter than my girlfriend!"

"Easy," Mom whispered. "You're bigger..." Mom seemed to reconsider what she was going to say, and finished with, "... slow."

I went easy, a few inches easy, and then backed out to the tip. Then, on this second trip into my mom's depths, I sunk all the way home, not stopping until my pubic hair entangled with hers.

Mom let out a continuous "Oooohhhhh!" the whole way. It was louder than she intended, I'm sure.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had an exaggerated smile that I suppose you would call a grimace on her face. I withdrew and pushed forward again, then again, slow and steady. Mom's head looked left and then right, keeping up a cyclic motion. Her hips met mine with increasing force. I had thought she would remain motionless.

I was wrong. Within thirty seconds of my entering her, Mom's feet had reached up to entwine across my butt and her arms circled me and pulled me close to her.

I increased my speed and Mom said, "That's it... that's it!" Again louder than regular conversation. That's when it got louder still: "So deep! So deep!"

Mom's body writhed and contorted under me. "Mom! Shhh! Dad!" I whispered.

"Close! I'm close!" she was starting to wail a gasp of "AAAHHH! AAAHHH!" Then her body stiffened, her eyes flew open, and she whimpered softly: "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" To be followed by the start of a sonic boom shriek.

It had barely begun when I covered her mouth with mine to stop the sound that would have echoed through the neighborhood, no doubt bringing Dad running.

Mom's tongue went crazy in my mouth, rivaling the twisting and dancing movements of her body. My reaction to Mom's response was for my own body to go crazy.

I thrust with all my might as fast as I could. My own tongue probed, and tasted my Mom's saliva.

Deep into Mom's mouth, I grunted, "MMMMMMMMMM!" That was the same time I let loose a gusher of sperm inside her. Again and again I came with all the strength I had in my 18-year-old body. As deep as I could.

She went limp. I continued to pump for another thirty seconds and fell silent on top of her.

Our mouths had disengaged, but I rested my cock still inside her wet confines. The only sound now was our rapid breathing, which grew silent after a bit.

She pushed at my right shoulder, and I rolled off her. We didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"I told you no kissing," she said.

"Mom! I didn't want Dad to hear." I thought that explained everything.

"Hear what?"

"You screaming. You were in the middle of a scream."

"Why would I scream, knowing that we had to stay quiet... scream?" Mom asked.

"Mom, I'm sure you didn't mean to, but when you started cumming—"

"Are you insane? What are you talking about? I was lying there, trying to be as still and quiet as I could until you finished."

I sat up and looked at her. "Mom! You had your legs wrapped around me. You were practically vibrating under me. When you had your orgasm, I had to—"

"I had no such thing! Why are you trying to make it seem like I enjoyed this. Do you think I actually got sexually excited by what happened? I did this for one purpose only. To create a child."

I was totally confused. But not for long.

"Lisa! Where are you?" Dad's voice drifted up the hallway, and sounded like it was coming this way. "Lisa?"

Mom calmly got up, straightened and retied her robe, and called back, "In here talking to Scott."

She threw the sheet over me—the me with the naked bottom half with the vagina-soggy penis. Blanket and spread followed.

Dad knocked and came in. "Talking about me?"

"I was clearing up some misconceptions Scott had," Mom said.

"Conceptions are important," I countered. "I hope I 'conceive' of the right thing in the future." I liked playing with that word tonight.

Mom gave me a look. Dad was clueless.

"Come to bed," he said. "You should be resting." Then he patted Mom's stomach proudly.

"I got a good feeling about today, Dad!"

"So do I, son."

"I'll talk with you in the morning," Mom ended with. Dad put his arm around her, around his woman, around his woman filled with his son's cum.

I sat staring at the wall. "Mom's crazy in bed," I said to the wall.

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"Off to the conference," Dad said the next morning. Mom had cooked him an early breakfast because he had to travel two hours to Sacramento for a big meeting. "You two hold down the fort. It'll be late."

Mom was already dressed. She volunteered three times a week down at the hospital.

We didn't talk while she cooked me some eggs and toast. I didn't want to be the first one to bring up the night before. Maybe she didn't either.

"I thought it was alcohol," Mom said.

"What about alcohol?"

"In college, I couldn't ever remember what I had done with my boyfriend until the next day. I thought it was because I had been drinking."

"And...?"

"I know now that it was sex and not alcohol. So that's cleared up. Sex is what short circuits my short term memory."

"So this morning you remember?"

"I remember every detail now about last night."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I have to be off to the hospital. What are your plans today?" Mom asked. She picked her car keys off the counter.

"Swimming over at Carrie's."

"Have a good time," she said. Nothing about not liking Carrie for once.

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Carrie wore bright blue and yellow polka dots. They were painted on a bikini, or a two-piece. I didn't know the difference.

"You didn't catch the ball," she said.

"I didn't see it coming."

The red beach ball found its way back into her hands, and she made a playful gesture as if she was going to wham me with it. I didn't react.

"You're no fun today. It's a beautiful day and you're wasting it sitting there in that chair. Let's swim, let's play badminton, let's go up to my room!"

Any one of those, especially the last one would have made me come alive. Not today. I was still reliving and rehearing the night before. Now I was replaying each detail: how Mom looked, how she smelled, how she felt, the sound of her voice. There weren't enough hours today to process everything that we shared.

And there really wasn't enough of my attention to spend it on Carrie. All of a sudden, she seemed like a kid to me. A spoiled kid who demanded every single bit of my undivided attention. Today it was divided and it was long division. A long way from Carrie.

"Oh my goodness," she said. "My top came loose." I looked up to see she had it swinging from her hand. Her nice, little tits stood straight out in the sun. She had no tan lines. I would have been all over that on any other day.

Today, it made me think back to feeling Mom's big 36D's crushed against my chest as I pumped sperm into her. In fact, everything somehow reminded me of pumping sperm into her. Except when something reminded me of Mom sucking my cock.

"If you're just going to sit there, why don't you go sit at home, with your mother?"

"What do you mean by that?" My eyes must have darkened.

"Nothing! I was just talking. Why are you so touchy today?"

Carrie tiptoed over with her small bare feet and sat in my lap, shaking her bottom just that little bit girls do when they want to nest on a guy's cock. She kissed my nose, and then my lips. I kissed back.

But, it wasn't the same. It was never going to be the same after kissing Mom. I tried for another minute.

"I'd better get going," I said. "I got some stuff I gotta get done."

"We didn't even swim. We didn't even fuck. You're going to look back when you're at that dopey school in the fall and wish you could relive today."

"Could be, Carrie. Could be." I left.

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Mom's car was in the driveway when I pulled in.

"Scott!" Mom called when she heard the kitchen door.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm home."

"You're home early," she shouted. It sounded like she was in her bedroom.

"Carrie was being a pain, and I didn't feel like putting up with her stuff today. You're home early yourself," I yelled up the hall.

"It seemed like nothing went right today, and you wouldn't believe how idiotic people were acting. I did what needed to be done and left. I thought I'd come home and get some laundry done."

"You don't have to yell," I said as I entered her room.

She laughed. It was good to see a smile on her beautiful face again. "I thought you were still in the hinterlands of the house." Mom was bent over the bed, smoothing out the fitted bottom sheet. She had on a loose blue pullover top and a flowing skirt that went to her knees. It had big white and blue flowers on it.

"Changing the bed again?" I always made a big deal when she did because it was an obsession with her.

"You'd do well to take a hint and follow by example."

"Especially after last night," I said without thinking. It was my usual way of joking, but as a slight frown crowded itself onto Mom's lips, I knew I had made a mistake.

"About that... I suppose we should talk."

"Mom, we really don't have to. I'm okay, you're okay. Let's move on."

"And yet, here you are. Here I am. Both of us not acting normal. Both having trouble coping today with our so-called 'normal' lives."

I didn't say anything. She had given me space to get out what I was feeling. If I knew what I was feeling, maybe I would have talked.

Mom filled her lungs with air and said, "I guess I'll begin. Last night was, in my eyes, necessary. It was my last chance. I can never tell you how grateful I am to you for... let's call it 'helping.' But, in the light of day, I have to admit feeling guilty, feeling I forced you to do something that no son should ever have to do."

I said, "Mom—" But she held up her hand to stop me.

"Scott, my beautiful son, my adorable, precious son. You know how much I love you, and I know how much you love me. Everything was so clear to me just a few days ago. Our roles—you, me, and your dad. Then, you told me what you had done at the clinic, and it all became blurred."

I nodded, but couldn't think of one word I could say that would make this any easier on Mom or me.

"You got me pregnant by artificial insemination. A mother pregnant with her son's child. But, the accident... that changed everything. We lost something. We lost it as a family. Me as a mother, your dad, thinking he was to become a father for the second time, and you, the real father of my... of our baby. No wonder you took it so hard. You lost a child too, not just an embryo that was to be a brother or a sister."

"Mom, I only wanted to make things better."

"And, you had made them better. Look at how happy we all were."

Mom sat on the bed, like all of a sudden she was exhausted.

"When you told me what you had done, all my hopes vanished. My mind couldn't deal with the reality of not having another child. If I hadn't already been forced to come to grips with the idea of carrying my son's child, I never would have forced you to do what we did last night."