Mom's Pregnancy Secret

This went on for more than two minutes. My sister thrashed and writhed and grunted and moaned. I didn't believe it. She had always told me she thought she was frigid because she got no pleasure from sex.

Obviously my son found her defrost button. And that button was probably the clitoris he was jamming himself against at a furious pace.

"Nicholas ... oh God! ... Nicholas! So good! So good!" she gasped.

Only vague animal sounds escaped my son's lips.

"Almost! I can't believe it!" Amy said.

Then a high-pitched shriek shattered through the bedroom, amazing in its throat-shredding volume and duration.

"I'M CUMMING! YEESS! YEEESSS! I'M CUMMING!"

For the first time in my life, I witnessed another woman's orgasm. Its force and violence would have frightened me if I didn't know it was caused by intense pleasure and not pain.

That brought an echo response from my son: he pushed himself partially up with his hands and dug his hips even tighter against his aunt. He lifted his face to the ceiling and emitted five hoarse "AAAAHHH"s. I knew with each utterance, he was delivering hot rivers of thick, potent sperm into my sister's unprotected fertile womb.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but at that moment, I felt a sharp pang of ... jealousy.

As if on cue, they both collapsed into a semi-coma.

Only their labored breathing showed any movement.

They were totally spent. Sexually satisfied and spent.

After a minute, Nick moved like he was going to roll off Amy. "No," she said, "stay inside me for a while. It'll give 'everything' a chance to find its way. Understand?"

"Yeah, Aunt Amy. You'll have a better chance of getting pregnant."

"That's right. Pregnant! I want to thank you, Nicholas. I really think we did it. I really do!"

"I made you cum," Nick said while looking into her eyes.

Amy hesitated, then admitted it. "You did, you surely did. I wasn't expecting that."

"Did I make you cum like Uncle Bob does?"

"No," she said. After noticing a look of disappointment from Nick, she added, "I think we've earned total honestly from each other at this point. Nicholas, I've never felt like this in all my life. I've never cum like this—in fact, I'm not sure I've ever had a real orgasm before today. This was a totally new experience for me."

"Really!" Nick looked so happy.

"Really! And you did it. I have to admit that the circumstances added to it."

"What circumstances?"

"Well, for one thing, the thought of getting pregnant. But, add to that the excitement of having an 18-year-old boy make love to a woman of my age is a pretty big turn on. And, on top of that, there's a taboo factor of being related. Did you find it exciting having sex with your aunt?"

"Now that you say it, I really did. Knowing you all these years and all the stuff we did together. Now when I think back to any of it, I'll know that we were like this and that I came inside you. That's really awesome. I never came so hard as I did today."

"You really know how to flatter a girl," she said and kissed his lips softly.

"There's only one thing that could make me cum harder," he said more to himself that to my sister.

"And what's that?" she asked, smirking. She probably was waiting for some wild adolescent fantasy.

Instead, Nick said:

"You're gonna be an amazing mom. You're so nice and smart and you've been so good to me all my life. A great mom! And Uncle Bob—he deserves to be a dad and be able to have a son or daughter he can share things with like I do with Dad."

A cloud passed over my sister's expression. "You can get off now, but please stuff a pillow under my butt so I stay elevated and tilted for another five minutes or so. I think that will do it."

Nick pulled his still-semihard penis from my sister's well-used vagina. If there was any slurping sound, the camera didn't pick it up. He tucked a pillow beneath her, then propped himself up on his elbow next to her and looked down with a big smile.

"Nobody will know I'm the dad except you, me, and Mom."

"You can see why that's so important, right?" Amy said.

"Sure, Aunt Amy. I know."

"And you can see how you keep a secret like that, and keep it for a long, long time so nobody gets hurt. Right?"

Oh NO! Amy ... DON'T! My heart started to race.

"Don't worry. I'm never going to say anything," Nick said.

"So, you would never want our child to know you're the father? Never?"

"Well, I guess I see where you're going. Maybe there would be a time when the kid deserves to know the truth. That would be okay, I guess." He looked thoughtful for a minute like he was weighing everything together and said again, "Yeah, that would be okay."

NOOO! NOOO! I was sweating. It was like knowing a crash was going to happen and it was progressing in slow motion and all you could do is hang on.

"Like way in the future, maybe," Amy said. "Like eighteen years in the future."

"I would be like my mom's age by then. Yeah, that would be okay."

"Nicholas, after what we've both just shared, and after what you said about being a dad and everything, I want to be totally honest with you."

AMY! PLEASE! DON'T!

"About what, Aunt Amy?"

"About your dad."

"Dad?"

"About your uncle too."

"I don't get it. What are you talking about?"

"Nicholas, your real father is your Uncle Bob."

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I paced constantly and looked out the window every time I heard a car.

Finally there was a car, our car, pulling in the driveway. I tried to appear nonchalant and finished drying some dishes and putting them away.

Phil and Nick came in the kitchen door.

"The boys are back," I said, my customary greeting.

"Father and son, right Mom!" Nick said. If I hadn't seen the ending of that video, I probably wouldn't have detected the edge in his voice.

"We had an interesting conversation on the way home," Phil said.

"What?"

"Nick wanted to know the most important quality of being a father. Isn't that something? I said 'patience,'" Phil laughed. "But, really, I think it's loving your family. Nothing counts more than that. Right, Nick."

"Yeah, Dad. Thanks. You gave me a lot to think about . I would have thought honesty was up there on the list too. Don't you think, Mom?"

"I've got loads of work to prepare for tomorrow. This new deal Bob and I signed is our biggest break yet. Who knew this weekend would be so full of great opportunities? Nick, whenever there's something you want put in front of you, go after it no matter what it takes."

"You're working tomorrow? It's Sunday," I said.

"Can't help it. Got to strike while the iron's hot. Bet you never heard THAT one, Nick."

"Sounds new to me, Dad. Again!"

"Alright, I'll need a little quiet if you can manage it," Phil said. "Nick, tomorrow you're the man of the house. Take care of you Mom for me.

"Okay, Dad. Mom, why don't we take a walk on the beach now. It's a perfect night for it."

"Good idea. Terry, get some fresh air. You look like you've seen a ghost. Nick, bet you haven't heard that one!"

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We didn't talk all the way to the beach. Neither of us wanted to start, I guess. I promised myself I would be cool, rational, logical, and unemotional.

"You looked like you enjoyed yourself," I said in a voice that had cattiness saturating it. Why would I even start with that?

"Why should you care?" Nick spat out, matching my tone.

"Because you're my son, that's why I should care."

"A little late for that, isn't it?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I said, my hands on my hips.

"If you didn't want me to be with Aunt Amy, you had plenty of chances to stop it. But you didn't. Now, I'm really glad it happened. Glad for a lot of reasons."

"Yeah," I said, "I saw the reasons."

"You don't even know. You don't understand."

We were both angry: angry at each other, angry with the situation, and angry with our helplessness to figure out how to fix it (if it could be fixed).

"Maybe I don't," I said. I reached out and tried to put my hand on Nick's shoulder. He pulled away, bent down, picked up a rock and heaved it into the waves.

A rock in the big ocean. You couldn't even see the splash, let alone hear it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

Here we go.

"I was only eighteen. Just the same as you are now. and all of a sudden I had a lot of decisions to make I wasn't ready for." I figured I'd tell Nick my reasons, and try to not make them seem like excuses.

He didn't say anything, so I continued: "This is how it all started. Your dad's parents—"

"Which one? Phil or Bob?" Nick said with a snarl.

"Listen! You're lucky. You have a dad who lives with you who loves you. And you have a biological father who also loves you. He just doesn't know how much or why. You want to hear this or should we just go home?"

He waved his hand in a "go on" motion.

"Your Aunt Amy was dating Bob and introduced me to your ... Phil. We hit it off right away and I knew I loved him and he knew he loved me, almost right from the start. One weekend your grandparents were going away for a little vacation. So, the four of us partied on that Saturday night."

"We partied way too much. Everybody was wasted. I got sick, of course. I'm too small to hold any liquor at all. I threw up and made a mess in the bathroom. I took off my clothes and was going into the shower when your Uncle ... Bob came in, literally blind drunk and kept calling 'Amy, Amy, Amy.' He thought I was your aunt and he forced himself on me. He passed out while he was doing it and I didn't think he had even finished"

"It was my first time and there was blood. I cleaned him up, I cleaned the bathroom up, and I took a shower, while crying."

"I was too ashamed and too scared to say anything. Bob didn't even remember what happened. He was still passed out on the floor the next day. I had pulled his shorts back onto him and got out of there after my shower. If he thought anything, he thought he had been with my sister."

"Mom ..." Nick started. I held my hand up.

"I want to get all the way through this. So I didn't say anything and tried to act normal. I did. That is until three weeks later when I found out I was pregnant. Pregnant with you. I finally told your aunt and she went ballistic. She was going to tell Bob and break it off with him."

"I told her that would be a mistake. She and Bob were meant to be together. You see how he treats her ... still. His one failing is his only good shot went into me and not her."

"So she has this crazy idea: tell Phil HE'S the father, that he got me pregnant that same night he was dead drunk."

"So you trapped Dad," Nick said.

I shook my head and felt my eyes well up. "I trapped him. I trapped the best guy I know. The best guy next to you, that is. From the minute I was pregnant, there hasn't been one second I haven't thanked God for you. Sure, I couldn't go to college, but we found a way for your dad to go. We made out. And look at us now. If this new deal goes the way they think it will, we're going to be millionaires. I think those brothers are worth it, don't you? Now we have everything."

"Except another baby," Nick said.

"Yeah, except that" I said. "At least your Aunt has a chance. I have to be happy about that."

"You've got a chance too, Mom."

"Nick, I know you've heard your father—and I'm going to call Phil your father from now until the universe collapses—your father and me 'discuss' not being able to have another child. It's the one thing that almost tears us apart. Every time. If there was anything I could do, I would. But, like his brother, it isn't possible."

"Mom, you know that video I made? The one you found, the one I named '4U?'"

"That's another thing we have to talk about—at the appropriate time."

"This IS the appropriate time, Mom. I made that video for you! I waited forever for you to find it. Finally you did, but with Aunt Amy."

"Me? Why would you do something like that?"

"Because I love you, Mom. Not just regular love."

"Nick ..."

"I let you talk, Mom. Now you let me talk."

I nodded.

"For a year now I've been looking at you different, more like a woman than a mom, but a mom too. Do you understand?"

"That's not right, Nick."

"I think you're beautiful, Mom. But not only beautiful, but sexy too."

"I don't want to listen to this," I said.

"Do you think I wanted to listen to that my father wasn't my father? But I had to yesterday. At least you can hear how I feel. At least I'm being honest, which is more than you've been with me all my life."

Guilt washed over me more than the waves would have if I had been neck-deep in the surf.

"All I can say is I'm sorry. If there was something I could do—"

"You can listen, Mom. I want you to listen to me."

"Okay."

"I look at you and you're my mother, but I look at you and I feel something else too. I feel like it's my need ... no, it's my right to treat you like a woman. To give you something you don't have to make you happy. To make you complete."

The crux of my arguments with Phil had always been that not having another child made me feel incomplete. What I was only now identifying was that the only child I had conceived had been forced on me and I never consensually been part of procreation. Only now, at this moment, on this beach, had this dawned on me!

I was incomplete because I had never willingly conceived a baby. It had never been an act of love. The fruit of it, Nick, was—but not the act. That lack left a hole in me, one I had felt for all Nick's life. But, only now did I know its cause. Only now did I know it could never be filled. That suddenly made me immensely sad.

"Give me something?" I idly asked, my thoughts more interior than listening to what Nick had said.

"Mom, I want to get you pregnant tomorrow!"

"NICK! You don't know what you're saying."

"I do know, Mom. I know you circle on the calendar your best day to get pregnant. Tomorrow is circled. Tomorrow's the day. Tomorrow's the day I want to get you pregnant. I want you to have that baby you've always wanted."

My mind was reeling. "No! Nick! No! You shouldn't ... you CAN"T think of your own mother like that. It's not right. It's not moral!"

"Is it moral not to know who your father is your whole life? THAT'S not moral. Is it right to go the rest of your life without having another baby. The REST of your life? Is that right? This is the only chance you have, Mom. The ONLY chance to get pregnant."

My only chance to get pregnant! That reverberated in my brain. My ONLY chance. The terrible part was that, in my heart, I knew it was true.

"We can't talk like this, Nick. We can't even think like this. It's ... it's ...."

He took hold of my shoulders and squared me towards him: "Mom, getting you pregnant is the most important part, but there are two other things too."

"Don't. We have to stop talking about this. It's impossible. Impossible. I won't ... we won't. Not tomorrow, not ever."

My negative pronouncement didn't deter Nick.

"I told Aunt Amy I never came that hard in all my life."

My mind flashed back to my sister and Nick lying in bed when he said that.

"And I told her there was only one other thing that could make me cum harder. Do you know what that is, Mom?"

"No, no, Nick. No!"

"That would be when I cum inside YOU, Mom! When I finally cum inside you. I've thought about doing it over and over. But now I really want to do it, and do it when I can get you pregnant."

"Oh God!" I turned away from him, not able to look at his face.

"That's number two. And there's the last thing, Mom. I've heard you talking with Aunt Amy and complaining with your friends on the phone, too. I know Dad isn't that interested in taking time to ... you know. I know it's been a long, long time since you were satisfied. Yanno with sex."

"This is NOT a conversation a mother and son should have!" I hoped the shame and anger showed in my voice.

"But, it's a conversation we ARE having. You saw Aunt Amy. You saw what I did for her."

My sister's screams of passion flashed into my consciousness, beckoned by Nick's words.

I started to walk away, back to the car. Nick ran in front of me and looked into my eyes.

"Mom, I know I can do that for you. I know I can make you cum."

Nick's words tore into me. I wanted to shred them apart and deny every aspect of them. But, after seeing my sister's mind-shattering orgasm, I knew what he had said could be true.

"We have to go," I said.

"You know I could force you," Nick said.

"Force me?"

"I could threaten to tell Uncle Bob and Dad about who my real father is. I could show Aunt Amy and me in bed."

"You wouldn't!" A chill went all the way through me.

"No. I wouldn't. I wouldn't tear up the family. I never would. I want you to do this because YOU want to do it. I want you to do this because you know it's the right thing to do for so many reasons."

"It's not right. No. No, it's not right."

"Do me one favor tonight," Nick said. I didn't say anything, but turned to look at him squarely. He continued: "Tonight, look at my '4U' video and this time know it's YOU I'm talking to. And watch me and Aunt Amy again, but this time picture it's YOU I'm in bed with! Then, tomorrow make you decision, your decision whether or not to try to have a baby with me."

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"How would your hand feel on me?"

Nick's words whisked through my earbuds. I had promised myself I wouldn't follow Nick's suggestion that I watch these videos.

But, here I was—on my third time through them.

Both Nick and Phil were fast asleep in bed. I was in the home office on the couch with the computer on my lap.

I looked at Nick's hard penis. I couldn't believe my son had something like this. How would my hand feel on it? It certainly would feel huge! And probably hot. With all that blood flowing to it. So much bigger than Phil's. And so much thicker.

Nick had been right about one thing: knowing that this was intended for me made every word and action seem vastly different, carrying deeper and more significant meanings.

"I bet you'd like to lick it," his voice on the video said.

That's absurd! Why would I, his mother, want to lick his penis? His hard penis? Sure, Amy had done it. But she was so rough. He couldn't have enjoyed her treatment that much. I would be so much more gentle. My tongue would glide over the tip and then down the side, all the way to the base. I would ....

"Admit it, you want to put your mouth on me," he said next.

That might work with other girls, but not his own mother. Sure, he looked delicious and any girl would want to please him and take control of that beautiful cock. They would want to slowly suck him in and make him groan with pleasure. They would want to taste his manhood. Take in every drop that seeped from the tip of that gorgeous cockhead. I was his mother and would never even think of giving my son a blowjob, let alone allow him to cum in my mouth.

Back to the video: "How would this feel going inside you?" His cock swayed there, an object to ponder.

How could my son even think of asking his mother this question? That would be sex. Sex between and mother and a son. Incest! There, I've said it. Never!

When I had watched Nick and Amy, just when he pressed himself against her vagina, I had thought "There they are, nephew and aunt" and then when he pushed into her, my thought was "There they are, man and woman." Could it be the same with mother and son? Would there be a line where the relationship changes?

If it DID happen, I wondered if it would hurt much. Amy seemed to have no problem. But, she was bigger than me. I was much more petite, so Nick seemed even bigger when I pondered him entering me, and sliding deep inside me.

"I bet it would stretch you, but feel really good, really good in your pussy."