Mom has a surprise pregnancy

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Dad looked so happy. Mom stared at me and must have seen her own disappointment reflected. “I’m going to put your father to bed before he falls down or goes to sleep out here and I have to lug him in there.”

“No lugging,” Dad sang. “Not until nine months from now!”

Mom took him by the arm and guided him toward their bedroom. When she passed me, she said in a low voice: “New plan.”

I was playing a video game on the living room TV when Mom came in and sat next to me.

“Put on a news channel or something with people talking. And put it up loud so we can talk without Dad hearing us. You know, even drunk, he has rabbit ears.”

There was a special panel of experts talking about some bill that shouldn’t be passed by congress. I thought that would be all right.

“Scott, you know how I said I could tell?” When I nodded, Mom continued. “It didn’t work. I can feel it.”

“Let’s wait and see before—”

“I know, Scott. I know. This was my last chance. Our last chance. If not today, then never. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”

“Bad. But what could we do. Dad messed it up.”

“Yeah, Dad messed it up. He’s a good man. And a great father. But, he’s messed this up—getting me pregnant—for years. And I had to just sit by patiently while it happened and put my best face on. I’m tired of that.”

“You can’t be sure, Mom.” She looked at me. She was on the verge of losing it about this, and I was on the verge of being the one it got lost on. “Mom, I’d do anything to fix things, but it’s impossible now.”

“I’m glad you said that, Scott.”

“That it’s impossible?”

“No, that you’d do anything to fix this. Because I’m going to do just that—ask you to fix it.”

“That’s crazy, Mom. The clinic is closed. What are we supposed to do, break in and do another procedure ourselves?”

“Nope,” Mom said. “No breaking in required. Unless the door of your room is stuck.”

“I’m not following.”

“Scott,” Mom said, “I want us, you and me, to have sex tonight.”

“Mom!… No!… What?”

“I want you to impregnate me tonight. The only way is to have sex. I’ve already been pregnant by you once, so for me that’s a big hurdle already overcome. I admit it’ll be a little awkward for both of us.”

“AWKWARD!”

“Shh! Your father!” Mom whispered.

“I can’t. I couldn’t! I won’t!”

“You said you’d do anything. Did you see how happy your father was? And don’t tell me it’s about the idea of having a child. You already let that genie out of the bottle when you swapped your sperm the last time. You would have let me come to full term without ever knowing who the real father was. Admit it.”

I shrugged. This was way too complicated for me to think about it in a logical manner.

“The clinic said tonight is the night I ovulate. This is our chance, our best chance. This was the last time we could use the clinic on our insurance. This is it, Scott. I can’t force you, but I can beg you. This is your mother pleading with you to give me another chance to be a Mom to another little life. Please, Scott, please… will you do it?”

I stopped staring at my sneakers, looked Mom in the eyes, and nodded “yes.”

There was no big reaction like I expected. Mom was in her businesslike mode. She said, “Good. I’m going to take a shower. You take one too and I’ll meet you in your room in a half hour.”

I asked the back of her head as she was leaving: “Mom… what if I can’t… you know…?”

“Leave the details to me.” She hadn’t even turned around.

I sat there for a minute stunned. While some guy in a gray suit and tie on TV said, “Both sides of the aisle finally have to…”

I said quietly, “I’m going to fuck my mother.”

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“Come in,” I said. I had showered and changed the gross sheets on my bed. I didn’t need to have Mom doing a sheet inspection too.

Mom silently slipped into the room and made an effort not to let the door creak or clunk shut.

“Remember, no noise. We don’t want your father to wake up and come looking for me.”

I had some clean pajamas. Mom had on her nightgown and robe.

“Let me set the rules, Scott. We know why we’re doing this. We can be all done in a few minutes. Then, you have to give me another five minutes of lying still on my back so… just so things will work to the maximum effectiveness.”

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