Mom's Pregnancy Secret

"It's not like we're going steady or dating. Nothing long term. One and done, girl. One and done."

"And what if it works. Have you thought about that? THAT'S not one and done—that's for a whole lifetime. I become an instant aunt. AND, I become a grandmother! Have you thought about that?"

"Wow! You're right. I promise I won't call you Granny. At least not in front of Nick." Amy giggled, she actually giggled.

"I should have expected you wouldn't take this seriously."

"You know me, how I act when I get nervous. And I'm nervous about one thing in particular."

"What's that?"

"Ya think it'll hurt? You saw how big Nicholas is. Do you think I can take it? I mean it's so much bigger than Bob's."

I walked away, using my angry walk. "What?" Amy called from behind me.

Phil and Bob were attending the grill, each trying to take over and become the king of backyard cooking.

Phil said, "Chicken, hot dogs, and hamburgers. All going to be done soon!"

"Don't burn the chicken, Dad," Nick called out.

"Back off, Squirt!" Bob joked. "This is man's work here!"

Bob and Phil laughed with that practiced brotherly camaraderie.

"Maybe I'm ready for man's work. Right, Aunt Amy?"

This is one time my sister was at a loss for words. Her eyes widened with what I'm sure was guilt. My own hands sweated suddenly. I didn't know what Nick was going to say next.

Both Bob and Phil looked at Amy and said "Well?" in unison and waited.

She said nothing, but I piped in: "Nick offered to chauffeur us around tomorrow to do some shopping while you two golf and have your meeting. That is, if you give him permission to take the afternoon off from school.

Phil said, "You're the guest in this castle, so you do the honors." He handed Bob the long barbecue tongs.

"Thank you, M'Lord!" Bob bowed. "Come here, knave." He crooked a finger of beckoning toward Nick, who got close.

We had seen this brother act before.

With an almost-touch on each shoulder Bob said, "I dub thee Sir Squirt! You are the man of the castle until we return tomorrow. What sayest thou?"

"I vow to live up to my name," he said.

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The rest of the evening went without incident. But not without tension. Both Amy and I felt it, like the other shoe could drop at any moment.

But, the shoes stayed on.

I sent Nick to school with a note saying I would pick him up after his Physical Education class, which ended at 11:30.

"Where's Aunt Amy?" he asked in the car.

"She's at home, waiting."

"Okay." He sounded nervous.

"You know, you don't have to do this," I said.

"I said I'm going to do it, and I'm going to do it, Mom. So let's not talk about it."

"It's a big step, you know. Becoming a parent. Because that's what we're really talking about here. It's not just having sex or making love or whatever you call it."

"Hooking up," he said.

"Okay, it's not just hooking up. It's something that will affect your whole future. And, it might not even work. It's never a sure 100 per cent thing."

"I'm pretty sure it's going to work, Mom. You saw my video. You know what I can do. Imagine all that inside of Aunt Amy. She's told you a hundred times it's not her problem, but it's Uncle Bob who doesn't have it in him. So, today that gets fixed. Fixed by me. And I'm a hundred percent sure it's going to happen."

He looked out the window, leaving me to think of my son filling my sister up to the brim with sperm.

"Another thing, even if it does work, nobody but you, Aunt Amy, and I can ever know the truth. Not your uncle or your father."

"That's the one part that does bother me. A kid should know who their father is."

We pulled up at the house, and Nick got out with his backpack. I kept the car running.

"Aren't you coming in?" Nick asked.

"I'm going to give you and your Aunt some privacy so ...."

"Yeah, I guess that's best."

"It's Noon. I'll be back at about three." I didn't wait for a reply or look at Nick's face. I didn't want to see it again, all innocent. I backed out of the driveway and went to the mall.

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I had caught a movie, a comedy I think. I don't remember a single word or scene in it. Then I walked both floors of the mall, vacantly staring in every window and mostly seeing my own face in the reflection. A face that looked like a woman who was failing her son.

I gave them an extra hour and got home at 4 p.m.

Nick was watching TV in the living room, alone.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he said. He didn't offer anything, and I didn't ask anything.

"Aunt Amy?"

"Laundry room," Nick grunted.

I made my way down to the basement and found my sister folding sheets.

"Hi," I said.

"Terry," she acknowledged, without looking at me.

"Well?"

"All done," she said, and tried to rush past me.

I didn't know if "all done" referred to the sheets, or to "other things."

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"I told you 'all done,' and that should be enough. I have to go make the bed."

That the sheets had needed washing, whether for real or for symbolic, cathartic reasons told me enough. "All done" meant all done.

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I felt like the odd man out for the rest of my sister's stay. Something had definitely changed. We barely spoke, and Nick seemed on the verge of being hostile. Several times I heard Amy and Nick talking for more than five minutes at a stretch, but never could tell what they were saying. They were careful about that.

Nick was cold toward me, but normal around his father and Bob.

Finally, it was time for them to leave for the airport for the return to Connecticut. Phil and Nick were driving them, leaving me to stay at home and wonder how this got so far out of control.

We were saying our goodbyes.

Bob said, "Nick told me he wants to come up and visit during one of his vacations this school year. If it's all right with you, Terry."

It was news to me, but I said, "That would be great, but I'll miss him for sure. He's never been away from home but for a few days at camp."

"Then, it's settled. We'll be sure to plan it soon."

The men packed up the car while I talked with Amy.

"I know this visit didn't go the way it was planned," Amy said. "I just want you to know that everything is all right. I'm sure of it."

"What do you mean?"

The horn beeped and Bob yelled, "Let's go. We have a plane to catch."

"Bye, Sis. I'll call you." Amy kissed my cheek and ran to the car.

She crossed paths with Nick running the other way, toward me. When he got to me, he handed me something and said, "Watch this while we're gone. Watch it all the way to the end. Then we'll talk." He got in the car and I heard laughter.

There was no laughter in me. None since I had watched Nick's video.

I opened my hand: it was an SD card in its holder.

I went immediately into the house and grabbed my laptop. I inserted the SD card and clicked the icon. The opened folder had one file in it—a video. I took a deep breath and clicked it.

At first there was darkness, then light as Nick backed away from the camera. He looked behind him at the bed in the guest room, then back at the camera. He was lining it up. He seemed satisfied. He should, the picture was crystal clear and sharp. He had to be using the new Canon Vixia video camera Phil had bought for work, for taping his golf demonstrations.

Nick had on his blue pajamas.

Not a minute later Amy came into view. She wore her green satin robe. She didn't look at the camera, so I assumed Nick had set it up secretly. Sneaky of him. I would have disapproved, but the camera was the least of things happening I disapproved of.

"Okay," Amy said. "Here we are. We talked over everything, so this shouldn't take long. I want to thank you again. You know how much I want a child, Nicholas."

She carefully pulled down the corner of the bedspread and sheet and blanket. She was planning to get in bed and get under the covers—with her robe on. And I assumed she wanted Nick to get in bed with his pajamas on.

"Aunt Amy, this isn't going to work."

"What? You don't want to ...? You want to call it off? That's okay, I mean, but I thought we had talked everything out."

"I only mean it's not going to work like you said. About us being all dressed up like this. This is crazy. And under the covers? C'mon. That's making it way too hard."

"You want to pull the covers back?" Amy asked.

Without waiting for permission, Nick dragged the spread, blanket, and top sheet all the way to the foot of the bed.

"That's better," he said. "And, I think we should be naked."

"Whoa! No way! I can't do that. No way!"

"Aunt Amy, that's the easiest way. Admit it. That'll make everything so much easier. And what's the big deal, anyway?"

"You're my nephew! That's the big deal. I'm your aunt. Being naked together isn't right."

"But me getting you pregnant? That's right? That's way more than seeing you naked. Besides, you saw me naked already on the video."

"No way. I just couldn't."

"Aunt Amy, you have a great body. I always look at you and wonder what you look like with no clothes on."

"Young boys do that, they fantasize. Let's just do what we planned. We have to hurry."

"There's no hurry. Mom is going to be gone for hours. We have plenty of time."

"I'm not taking my clothes off." She held the lapels of her robe tight against her.

"Look," Nick said, "I'll get naked first." And before she could protest, he whipped his top over his head and dropped it to the floor, displaying his muscular chest and flat toned abs. He had little chest hair.

"Oh God!" Amy said and looked away.

"Now the bottoms," Nick proclaimed. He stretched the elastic waistband and dropped the pajama bottoms to the floor. He stepped out of them and was as naked as he had been in the video.

"I'm not looking," Amy said.

"C'mon, Aunt Amy. Take one peek before I get hard."

Amy somehow responded to his suggestion and took a quick look at Nick. The head of his flaccid penis was covered by a tight foreskin. Just the tip poked out.

Nick walked close to her. She had her head turned away again. He hugged her and said, "This is going to be easier if you stop being shy."

"I'm not shy, young man. It's just ... just ... not what I planned. I'm not ready for this, to see you naked."

"Well, you're not seeing much with your head turned. Wait, I'll turn around and you can take a look at me while I'm not looking at you."

Nick turned and said, "Okay, look."

The angle gave Amy a full view of his taut butt, long legs, bulging calves, and v-tapered back.

She turned her head, opened her eyes and her mouth hung open. She mouthed a silent "Oh my God!"

After a few moments, Nick turned to face her again. This time she didn't turn away. Her eyes went from his face all the way to his feet and then stopped on his crotch. They lingered there and then returned to his face.

"See. It's natural. Now it's your turn."

"My turn. No, no, no, no! You can be naked. Fine. Me ... no!"

Nick walked over to her again. "Aunt Amy, you have amazing boobs. I look at them all the time when you're around."

"You think I haven't caught you trying to stare down my blouses?" she laughed.

"That's because I want to see them. They're amazing."

Before she could react, Nick reached up and cupped each of her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Nicholas!" she said before pulling away. "Don't do that again."

"But, Aunt Amy, I'm going to do it again. Your nipples are already hard."

It was true. You could easily see the rigid nubs poking the satin of her robe.

"Admit it, you've wondered what I would think if I saw you naked."

She didn't deny it.

"Admit it. You like seeing me naked right now."

"Only because it's necessary." She didn't sound too convincing.

He reached up again and rubbed his hands over her breasts. Her hands went over his, covering them, but didn't pull them off, not immediately. Nick allowed her to remove his hands after about fifteen seconds.

"I want to see your breasts, Aunt Amy. Just your breasts. Here, feel mine."

Nick took Amy's right hand and glided it over his chest. She didn't resist and when he let go, her hand continued to rub across my son's chest.

"I want to feel your breast too. Like you're feeling mine."

"No ... no." She whispered, but didn't stop my son's hand from disappearing beneath her robe. She gave a little intake of breath, and I knew Nick was feeling my sister's naked tit.

"That feels so amazing," he said.

"No," she said again as Nick tried to part the top of her robe.

"I want to see them," Nick said and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Just for a second," she said.

Nick pulled at the lapels of the robe and two gorgeous breasts popped into view.

"Aunt Amy. They're so beautiful."

And that was a true statement. Amy's breasts were the same size as mine, but mine looked bigger because I was so much more petite.

Nick gently kneaded and rubbed Amy's chest. She closed her eyes and sighed. That's when her vigilance failed her. Nick's head bent downward and sucked in her right nipple.

"AAHH!" she breathed. "Nicholas! Stop!"

But he didn't stop. He sucked and nibbled and licked while Amy made feeble attempts to curtail his actions. He switched to the other nipple, and it had the same magic effect.

"Look what you did for me," Nick said with pride. Apparently my sister had her own magic effect—on my son's penis.

Amy's eyes flew open and saw Nick's fully erect penis. It was amazing. After seeing only Phil's for so many years, Nick's penis seemed like it belonged to another race. Or at least a more fully-developed race.

"I can't believe it," Amy gasped. "You're huge!"

"Feel it," Nick encouraged.

"No, no. I can't."

Nick took her hand and guided it to his thick shaft. Her hand seemed to float there and then encircle his hard cock.

"My God," she said.

What was meant to be antiseptic and clinical was taking a strange turn.

"How is that going to feel inside you?" Nick asked. It was almost a taunt.

Her eyes widened but no words came from her as she pondered his question.

"You want me to take your robe off, don't you?"

"No," she said. The weakest "no" yet.

"You want me to see you naked now, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

Nick slowly pulled one end of the robe's sash and the carefully-tied bow evaporated and the robe hung open. He pushed it off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor.

There, in the spare bedroom of my home stood my totally naked son, facing his totally naked aunt, my totally naked sister.

At thirty-eight, Amy still had an amazing body. She wasn't workout crazy, but exercised and her 140 pounds sat well on her 5'9" frame.

Seeing the athletic form of my son alongside a fit mature woman was an awesome sight. One I never thought I'd witness.

Nick walked close and hugged her. He tried to kiss her mouth, but she turned away. Apparently babymaking was not as intimate to her as a kiss on the mouth. But, he wasn't deterred, and on the third attempt, his lips met my sister's.

The first kisses were short, but they grew in intensity and duration. Finally, Nick was exploring Amy's mouth with his tongue.

"Let's get on the bed," Amy said.

They kissed some more when they were lying next to each other. Seeing my son in bed with a woman—seeing my son NAKED in bed with a NAKED woman—was blowing my mind. That the woman was my sister took it all to a different solar system.

Nick's hands roamed over Amy's body, and her body began to press itself into his caresses. She was enjoying his touch. Finally his hand went between her legs.

She twitched and clamped her thighs shut. Another barrier she mentally put up. He persisted wordlessly and her legs parted. Amy had a completely shaved crotch, and I could see Nick's hand as it brushed over her labia. Finally he slipped his middle finger into her vagina.

"Ooohh!" Amy said.

My son was fingering his aunt. And I was watching, mesmerized.

"Aunt Amy, you're so wet," Nick said.

Amy's hips gave little thrusts to meet Nick's finger. He guided her hand to his thick and ready penis. There was no resistance. She grasped it and began a slow and gentle tug up and down.

"Am I bigger than Uncle Bob?" he asked.

"I'm not going to answer that," she said.

"Am I bigger? Simple question."

"Don't," she said. But she didn't take her hand away or stop its motion.

"Bigger?" he asked again.

"Yes," she admitted, "and lots thicker. Lots! You'll have to be gentle. I'll have to get used to this." She giggled.

"Aunt Amy ..."

"Yeah?"

"Suck my cock."

Amy took her hand away, looked at Nick and said, " No. I can't do that."

"Suck my cock."

"No. Don't start."

"I want to feel your mouth on my cock," he said, returning her stare.

"I don't do that," she countered.

"You'll do it for me. Look what I'm going to do for you, give you a baby. Suck my cock."

"Don't make this a bargaining thing, I give you this and you give me that."

"I want to see your pretty face with my cock in your mouth. Suck my cock, Aunt Amy."

"I can't."

"When you watched my video, admit it, you wondered what it would be like to suck my cock."

Amy didn't say anything.

"I'll take that as a 'yes!' If you go all the way back to Connecticut and don't do it, won't you wish you had?"

"What do you want me to say? That you're right?" Amy sounded frustrated.

"I don't want you to say anything." Nick scooted up while pushing his aunt's head. The direction of his push was towards his towering cock, now with a tip glistening with precum.

She resisted, but not very much. My sister's mouth got closer and closer to my son's cock until it was only an inch away.

Her eyes went to his and she said, "You can never EVER tell your mother about this." Then her tongue flicked out and tasted my son's juices.

"Mmmm," she savored.

Then she opened her mouth and took the entire head of his penis into its wet interior.

There was an image that would be forever burnt into my brain: my sister was giving my son a blowjob!

"Ohhh, Aunt Amy," Nick groaned.

She continued, taking more and more of Nick's cock into her mouth. She was into it, and Nick's hungry eyes took in every detail as she sucked on him. Her hollow cheeks showed how much suction she was applying to his sensitive cock.

It was Nick who ended it. He said, "I gotta fuck you now. Right now!"

He guided her up and put her head on a pillow. "I can't believe this," Amy said.

Maybe the realization that this was actually happening finally broke through.

"Remember, Nicholas ... go slow. Easy."

Amy bent her knees and firmly planted her feet on the bed. Nick crawled between her open thighs and said, "Aunt Amy, we're gonna make a baby."

"Oh my God!"

Nick took hold of his penis and brushed it up and down Amy's hairless vaginal slit, and then fitted that huge head at the entrance of her vagina.

"Ready?" he whispered.

In answer, Amy raised her hips, welcoming the first two inches of my son's cock into her heated depths.

"Ooohhh!" she sighed.

Nick pulled back and sank again into that 38-year-old body. This time he went half way.

"So ... BIG!" she said.

Back out to the tip and then with one more thrust, my son sank all the way to the hilt into his ovulating aunt.

My breath was coming fast and shallow. My son was fucking my sister!

Nick started slowly and gradually speeded up. Amy's body picked up the rhythm and tilted her hips to allow greater penetration. Her hands went to Nick's muscular butt, which flexed with every stoke. She pulled with all her might to draw him even deeper into her.

Nick had been propped up on his hands, but now fell atop Amy, mashing her big breasts between them. Amy took her hands away and circled her legs around his lower back. She locked her heels and began to punish herself with brutal collisions of her pussy with Nick's pubic bone.