Author's note: Upon reading the first sentence of this story, you'll probably wonder what this has to do with a fitness model mom. Well, in Amy's first story (part 2 in the series) she's introduced as a widow who wants to have a baby. Yadda yadda yadda, her son accidentally knocks her up. It's recapped a bit in this story – you'll be able to pick up what happened without having to go back to part 2.
Amy, now pregnant with her son's child, deals with regret and shame, wondering what her late husband would think if he knew of this ultimate sin she committed.
Since I wanted to write a story that explores the afterlife, I figured this would be a chance to do so.
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Martin was 640 light-years from Earth. Moments ago he witnessed the star, Betelgeuse, go supernova.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" the being known only as The Guide, asked him in a calm, androgynous voice. The red supergiant's chromosphere and mass ejecting outward into space as its core collapsed in on itself.
"Yes," Martin watched. The explosion engulfed them, swallowing them, material from the star flying past them thousands of kilometers a second.
"Look," The Guide said. Martin smiled, seeing the core, a small neutron star left behind, spinning rapidly among the dust and gas leftover by Betelgeuse.
"Care to get a closer look?" The Guide asked.
"Yes," Martin answered. The two amorphous, invisible beings – one of them formerly a human named Martin, glided in space closer to the tiny core lighting up a nebula around it.
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On Earth, Amy, almost 8 months pregnant with her son's child, was crying at Martin's headstone. She visited him more often now, confessing and re-confessing her ultimate sin – becoming pregnant by her and Martin's son, Caleb.
She begged Martin to forgive her. Amy believed in Heaven, an eternal paradise, and told herself Martin was there.
"Marty," she slowly went to her knees, wiping tears. "What am I going to do? I can't tell Caleb," she sobbed.
Amy thought back to that fateful night where her son impregnated her. After nearly a decade of no sex since Martin's death, Amy longed to have another baby. She wanted to kill two birds with one stone; get laid and have her baby.
For a few months, she searched for a man good enough in bed to give her the sexual pleasure she went almost 10 years without and to impregnate her. She found that man. One last night out, one evening of sexual wildness, a horrible accident occurred.
That night she was at a college party, delirious, the room spinning in orgasmic bliss. The loud hip-hop music playing in a darkened bedroom didn't help her senses be at their keenest. She was on all fours, butt high in the air, waiting for the next guy to fuck her until he was ready to cum, pull out and spew his load in a cup for her to drink.
It was getting late, most of the football and basketball students already went. Other students were in attendance at this huge end-of-semester frat party, including students from other schools.
"Hey, in here. Caleb!" his buddy motioned for him to follow.
"What is it?" Caleb asked his friend at the party.
"Dude, they got another chick in here! This is awesome. We're going to love going here."
"Yeah," Caleb shrugged.
"Come on, man, it's time you meet people that go here. When you get this community college crap out of the way, you'll already have friends here."
"Good point," Caleb agreed.
"Look! She's on all fours man!" his buddy pointed out, shouting over the loud hip-hop music. "She's waiting for you."
"Nah."
"Go for it!" his friend patted his back, pushing him into the loud, low lit room. "Remember these guys' rules; when you get ready to cum, pull out and go in the cup over there."
Caleb sighed, his friend closing the door. He approached the woman on all fours. "Wow," he thought, seeing her ass, back of her legs, some of her back. "She's hot, but this isn't right."
Then the woman wiggled her hips, as if to say "come fuck me."
"Damn," Caleb gave in, looked around the dark room and pulled his cock out. He jacked it a few times, getting it hard and climbed on the bed behind her.
Amy's eyes shot open, "Marty. Marty!" Amy climaxed immediately as soon as he entered her from behind. He felt like her dead husband.
He was cumming too. Amy saw stars, bright lights, her spine was numb, her pussy convulsing around his semen spurting cock. She struggled to breath, gasping for air, arching her back, every nerve in her body firing. Waves of pleasure like none she's ever felt radiated through her.
"Marty!" she cried out in the loud room.
Too confused and afraid to turn around for fear of seeing a ghost, she waited until his cock finished spurting cum, filling up her fertile womb. It slinked out of her and she collapsed to her tummy, having never had such a powerful orgasm in her life.
She looked over her shoulder, seeing the door open, light from the hallway shinning in. Amy saw the man who just came inside her, struggling to walk away.
Her eyes lit up with horror. "Caleb," she whispered.
A month later she was crying at Martin's grave. She was begging for forgiveness, pleading with her late husband to forgive her from wherever he was. Amy took out the positive pregnancy test she kept in her purse since taking it, a token to confirm this was real – not a nightmare from which she would wake.
She cleaned off his headstone, gathered her composure and went home.
She cried herself to sleep regularly, avoiding her son as best she could. Amy wasn't only crying because her son impregnated her; she was crying because those brief seconds of mating was the best sex she ever had and she wanted it again, all day, every day.
Over the duration of the pregnancy, Amy briefly considering aborting the baby, but decided not to. She would never tell Caleb. She would go on, try to get over it and push aside the burning desire to feel that feeling again, the wrong, and taboo sex she now craved.
"I'm sorry Marty," she whispered at his headstone, pulling herself up, leaving a rose.
Caleb was clueless. In the months that followed, he only noticed his mother's change in demeanor. She was distant, depressed, blaming it on the pregnancy, barely able to look him in the eye.
Amy would flinch when Caleb hugged her. "Sorry," she'd say, seeing her son confused by her behavior. Caleb shrugged it off for the most part, the 19-year-old assuming hormones playing a factor.
Her belly grew and grew, surprisingly, so did the amount of work Amy got. As a fitness model, she assumed her career would stall while pregnant, but that turned out not to be the case. There was plenty of athletic gear and clothing marketing towards pregnant women. She found herself getting booked for quite a few photoshoots for various clothing lines – some of them paid more than she expected. Amy was able to focus on booking photoshoots as a way to avoid Caleb.
She cried at nights thinking of her days before she got pregnant. Caleb volunteered to help out with the baby while he still lived there. Now though, Amy didn't want him to. She was too ashamed, too guilt-ridden, too embarrassed about what happened. She even questioned how she would love the baby, thinking adoption was an option.
After a crappy Christmas, devoid of family and joy with Amy holed up in her room while Caleb played video games, she found herself in January hornier than she's ever been.
She wanted it again. She wanted him. Those brief seconds where Caleb unknowingly penetrated her was the best, most orgasmic experience of her life. Amy was tired of fighting the desire for it – for him.
She kept avoiding her son instead. That's the only way she could deal with it. The fact they already had sex was devastating to her. To somehow, legitimately seduce him, knowingly make love to him, would be even worse.
Rubbing her clit, sitting naked in her bed, Amy did her best to push those demented thoughts of incest away.
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