I am completely speechless, I can't believe what is happening.
My mother stands in front of me, her hand resting on her stomach, it can only mean one thing, but I need to hear it in her own voice.
"Mom?" I say in a shaky voice.
"John, I...I'm pregnant."
She had said the words, it was done, I knocked up my mother. The world will never be the same after this. I see mom fainting, I rush to her to take her in my arms, feeling her soft and warm body against my chest.
"How could this have happened, I thought you were sterile." I say, rubbing her back gently. She wipes away the tear that falls down the day, pushing away our embrace a little.
"I know, but apparently your father lied." She takes a moment before speaking again. "What are we going to do John, how are we going to explain this to the people around us?"
Deep down I am happy with what is happening, I have accomplished the ultimate taboo, impregnating my own mother! I can already imagine her waddling around the house with a big round belly while knowing that the baby inside is mine. But on the other hand, if mom is not ready for that, I have to support her too, I don't want to hurt her.
"But if you don't want to, you can... have an abortion." Her words make my blood run cold, but she must not endure a pregnancy just for my own pleasure.
She looks me in the eye: "John, I am already 3 months along, 12 weeks to be exact, I can't have an abortion anymore." She places her hand on her stomach, which is very slightly curved. "It's been a long time since I had my period, but you know at my age it's not uncommon for them to be shifted, or for me to just be menopausal. But the vomiting was getting more and more frequent, I took a pregnancy test a week ago, and I went to confirm it today." She looked sad. "Do you hate me now?"
How to answer?! I was the happiest man!
"Mom, I would be lying to you if I said I didn't want this baby, I always wanted a brother or sister, and I can't imagine a better mother than you! Look how well-behaved I am!" I hugged my mother again, feeling her strong chest against my pecs. "To tell you the truth, I secretly hoped that you would get pregnant."
She let out a nervous little laugh. "We don't have a choice anymore anyway, naughty boy." She said, placing a small kiss on my cheek.
Even though I am happy about her pregnancy, I think about the possible complications related to our family bond. "And for the baby, will it be healthy?"
Mom took a moment to think while sitting with me on the couch in the living room.
"Well the doctor didn't see anything special, and I have to tell you, I had to tell her that the baby's father was you." She took my hand in hers, as if to comfort me.
That's when I realized that she was taking it very seriously and that she had calculated all the risks. "What? You told her that.. your own son is the father!" I am very embarrassed by this statement.
Mom squeezed my hand even tighter." I had to be sure that I could carry this pregnancy to term and that the baby would be healthy. Doctor Eve is a friend of mine, she won't tell anyone." I suddenly feel relieved by her answer. "The doctor assured me that the baby and I will be safe, I am still fit to have a baby and the risk of illness for the baby is very low."
"I'm glad to hear it, and count on me to pamper you until the little one arrives." I said, pointing to her lower belly. I saw a deep and sincere smile appear on her lips as she gently looked at her slightly swollen little abdomen. I knew that mom was very happy to be pregnant. "You must be exhausted from all these emotions, I'm going to run you a bath!"
A few minutes later, I admired the magnificent milf completely naked immersed in the hot bath that I had prepared for her. When I thought back on all that, I hadn't even noticed that mom's lower belly had grown a little. 3 months pregnant, that meant that it had happened during our first time, my sperm had found a way to a healthy egg that was just waiting to be fertilized. I love thinking about all this fertilization imagery, it really excites me.
As I rubbed my mother's back, we discussed our future. We agreed to pretend that she had used a sperm bank, hoping that this story would convince both family and colleagues and friends.
She was very tired and went to bed in her room after her bath. I went to my room to lie on my back in bed, my arms crossed behind my head. Am I dreaming? Will I wake up tomorrow morning and all this will be gone, like a teenage fantasy? No, it's real. My own mother, the woman who carried me inside her for 9 months, will give birth to my own child. I fell asleep dreaming of pregnant women.
a few months later...
"John hurry up! We're leaving in 5 minutes!" my mother shouted from the ground floor. I was getting dressed, today we're going to celebrate Easter at my grandparents' house, my uncle and aunt will probably be there too.
'I'm coming, mom!' I looked at myself one last time in the mirror in my room, well dressed, a 3-day beard, my hair cut short, the happiest of 20-year-olds.
I went down the stairs to join my mother in the living room, who had been getting impatient for a while now.
"You took a while to get ready, my darling." she said, putting her hands on her hips. At 6 months pregnant, she was simply gorgeous! She was wearing a pretty blue flowered dress with a little wool jacket. Her dress was low but revealed her pretty pair of white sneakers. We could now clearly see her pretty round belly stretching the fabric of her dress: inside was growing my future little brother. The neckline of her dress showed that her chest had slightly grown, preparing for breastfeeding.
"You're still as beautiful" I said without stopping myself.
Mom blushed, "stop talking nonsense and come put on your shoes, everyone is waiting for us." She had told the rest of the family that she had decided to have a baby on her own, using a sperm donor. There was something very taboo and naughty about attending a party with the family while your mother is pregnant with your baby... if only they knew.
We had a great family day, eating a nice meal, prepared by my grandmother Mary. My aunt Sandy did not stop teasing mom about her pregnancy, while I spent most of my time with my cousin Emily who I did not see often. The good news was that the whole family was happy to welcome a new member soon.
Shortly after eating dessert, mom got up from the table apologetically, while caressing her tense belly. "I need to freshen up," she said as she left the dining room. After an absence of a few minutes, mom did not come back, I decided to go see what she was doing. My grandfather tells again one of those long and interminable stories of youth that captivate so much.
My grandparents' house was very large, one of those big country houses with a huge garden. I had to walk for about 2 minutes to finally find my mother in the bathroom that doubled as a toilet. She was standing in front of the sink mirror, looking at herself while taking the measurements of her belly.
"Hey! So what are you doing?" I asked her.
She turned her head slightly towards me
"I needed a pee break," she said with a giggle. "I've gained a lot of weight haven't I?" she said, lovingly wrapping her arms around her baby bump.
"You're not getting any bigger mommy, you're pregnant." I approached her from behind, placing my hands on her round belly. My crotch touched her pretty butt.
"I see you're happy to see me like this sweetheart". she said as she felt my cock stiffen inside my pants.
"You will always be the most beautiful to me". I moved my hands up to appreciate the size of her big milky breasts.
"Go lock the door John." she said in a strict tone. I didn't know where this was going but I was already enjoying it. I released my grip and did as she ordered.