"Mark, we really need to talk," Tammi rubbed her hands over her tightening belly. How was she going to say this? She was so distraught. She couldn't handle the emotions running through her.
"About what?" Mark started moving closer to her.
Tammi felt suffocated when she was around him. He was always crowding her, his hands roaming over her.
"Mark honey," she looked down at his feet, afraid to look him in the eye, "we're pregnant."
Silence. Neither of them spoke for what felt like hours.
"How could this happen?" Mark finally started talking.
How could this happen? Tammi thought back in horror at all the things he had done to her. All the things she had let him do to her. She could have stopped him but she didn't. She shuddered.
"It doesn't matter now," she looked up at him and started crying, "it is happening. I'm going to be my baby's grandmother, you're going to be your brother's father. It's terrible. I'm terrible."
Mark held her and pulled her to his chest. He couldn't bear seeing her crying. Why had this happened? His mind was reeling, but still the feelings of lust were barely contained. Her tears only making him want her more.
"What do you want me to do?" Mark rubbed his hands over her back. "I'll do whatever you want."
"Hold me," Tammi burrowed her head into his chest, "just hold me and tell me you love me and don't leave me. I need you."
Tammi could feel his loins thrusting against her belly. She knew now what had to happen. She had to let go her feelings of despair and embrace his love. Let him love her as a woman carrying a man's baby should be loved, and she would love him back.
"I have your father's ring," Tammi pulled a chain from around her neck revealing a gold band, "you should wear it."
She held out his hand and slid the ring over his finger, looking up into his eyes.
"I need you to be strong for me," she spoke at barely a whisper, "I need you to be there for me, to protect me."
Then she slowly got down on her knees and looked up at him. She could see him twitching behind his pants and she knew it was her duty. Carefully she unzipped his pants and let his throbbing manhood free.
"And I will be there for you," she whispered before slowly taking his shaft into her mouth and rhythmically sliding it in and out.
Mark's head was spinning. First he finds out he's going to be a father and now he's wearing his father's wedding ring. He felt his cock stiffening, getting closer and closer to release.
"Oh mom," he reached his hands down to find her hair, to rub his hands through it. He wanted to touch her.
Mark's body was on fire. Every flick of her tongue across his cock only sending him deeper into the sexual abyss. He turned the ring on his finger, what did it mean? Was she going to be his wife? Mark's body swelled with desire at the thought of his mother being his wife, her bearing his child. For the first time he felt strong and manly looking down at her head sliding over him.
"It's okay sweetie," she moaned, "use my mouth."
The words barely came out before Mark uncontrollably lurched his hips forward, his seed shooting from his loins, his whole body exploding in desire. He pulled his mother's head tight against his hips, filling her with his hot juice until he was drained by her constant sucking.
Mark felt powerful letting himself go inside of her mouth. He looked down at her and for the first time saw her as a woman and not his mother. He grabbed her hair and pulled her tighter and tighter against him. He was the man and she his wanton wife and it made him insatiable to think about it.
Finally his thrusting subsided yet he still held her mouth tight around his soft cock, seeking pleasure in her lingering warmth.
"Oh my god Tammi," Mark moaned letting his grasp loosen, "you made me feel so good."
Tammi looked up at him, her head resting against his thigh. He was getting so big and strong, she thought, and how she needed him to be strong. She rubbed her hands across her belly and slowly tucked his soft cock into his pants and zipped him back up.
"Honey," she whispered into his ear after slowly standing, "Please never leave me."
Mark held her tight.
For a few weeks everything was okay. Mark would slip in and out of Tammi's bedroom, not letting Mindy know what was going on.
"He's not daddy you know," Mindy finally confronted her mother at the breakfast table. "I see he's even taken to wearing his ring."
Tammi kept buttering her toast. The truth was he wasn't at all like her husband. Mark was caring and comforting.
"What do you mean?" Tammi answered nonchalantly.
"Are you sleeping with him?" Mindy finally blurted the question.
She knew the answer all to well. After all her mother wasn't hiding it anymore. They would sit together at dinner and hold hands. Mark would sneak in and out of her room or into the bathroom while she showered.
Most of all, Mark wouldn't submit to her advances anymore. Her stories of being mom, her breasts, nothing was attracting him to her. She was losing her grasp on him, on the two of them.
"Honey," Tammi answered softly, "you don't understand. I am pregnant, I need to feel loved and protected for my babies sake. I need him to be there for me."
Tammi felt relieved. The weight of the secrets she had borne were finally lifted from her shoulders. As embarrassed as she was to have done such horrible things, hiding it had made it so much worse.
"He came to me," Tammi continued, "forced himself on me the first time. After a while I didn't fight back."
"Mom!" Tammi finally shrieked, her hands over her ears, "You can't be saying this."
Mindy couldn't handle it. She knew they were sleeping together, but she thought it was her. She thought she was making them sleep together. Now her mother was saying she was encouraging it. She was letting it happen.
"After three months I had to tell him," Tammi continued, knowing the story was excruciatingly painful for Mindy to hear, "and I had to submit to him as his wife so he'd stay with me. Just like I had to submit to your father when I found out he was cheating on me."
Mindy gasped.
"Daddy was cheating on you?" she looked at her mother not knowing what to say. "I'm so sorry."
Tammi glared at her.
"Yes, with some little slut who would flash him her breasts," Tammi put her knife and toast down, "and have him begging for more at every turn."
Mindy looked away.
"Do you miss him?" Tammi asked, finally nibbling on the toast.
"Dad?" Mindy asked. "I do."
"No honey," Tammi smiled, "Mark."
Mindy shuddered.
Mindy didn't say much to them for a while after that. She set her schedule to avoid them, working nights and weekends, coming in well after they were sleeping. It took several weeks before she even saw her brother.
"Hey stranger," Mark smiled at his sister during one of her late night returns. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Worked late," Mindy smiled.
The truth was she did miss Mark. She had several men to chose from, but none of them would bend to her will like her brother did. She turned to him and bent down straighten her skirt just enough so that he could see her deep cleavage.
She could see his eyes drift to them. She knew he wanted to see them again, to hold them.
