I went home and couldn't get my mind off of Aunt Cathy for the rest of the day. Her body, her soul, my feelings for her, the baby she was now carrying. My baby.
I really hadn't thought she could get pregnant. I'd thought it was all just a fantasy. Things to say in the throes of passion.
But obviously she had gotten pregnant. I think we'd both wanted her to, deep down.
I couldn't wait till midnight. I wanted to see her again. To feel her body over and over.
I killed the rest of the day doing nothing and only thinking of what would happen at midnight. I completely forgot my mom had told me that she'd plan on having a nice dinner together. Around six there was a soft knock on my door. I was laying naked on my bed, my cock almost raw from thinking about Aunt Cathy riding me, her big pregnant belly between us. I jumped up with a start.
"Hang on," I said, trying to throw some clothes on.
My mom opened the door quietly and I could see her eye in the crack of the door. I jumped up and down on one foot trying to get my shorts on, my cock hard and swinging in the wind. "Mom!" I said and gently pushed the door closed.
"Sorry," she said softly. "Dinner's ready."
"Ok," I said. "Be down in a second."
I got my shorts on and threw a t-shirt on and headed downstairs.
I got down to the kitchen and was completely surprised. My mom was standing there in a dark purple dress that took my breath away. She had her hair down and it cascaded around her shoulders. The dress showed off her figure, her large breasts the focal point, the dress hugging her hips tightly. She looked amazing.
On the table were two steaks, potatoes, and green salad. There were candles and the lights were dimmed.
"What's all this?" I asked.
"A surprise," she said with a smile. "A nice dinner for you."
I felt self-conscious in my shorts and t-shirt since she was dressed do nicely.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
My mom took out a bottle of wine the dark red liquid into a stemmed glass and handed it to me. "There's something I want to tell you," she said.
I looked at the wine skeptically. She giggled. "You can drink it. You're old enough in my book."
I sipped the red wine and wasn't impressed by the taste.
"Aren't you going to drink some?" I asked her.
My mom looked searchingly into my eyes. "Well, that's what I want to talk to you about." She nervously embraced me and took the glass from me and put it on the table. "There's something I need to tell you and I hoped this would be a nice way to do it."
I wanted her to drink a little wine too, or a lot of wine, so she'd relax, and we could be together. But obviously she wasn't going to do that.
"So, what is it?" I asked.
She looked nervous and scared. She looked down at the floor and held my in her arms. "Well, remember what we did on the cruise?"
Did I remember? I'd only had the best sex of my life with her.
"Yes, I remember," I said. "I hoped you did too. I've been thinking about it a lot." I lowered by head to meet her downcast eyes. They were green with spots of gold and looked like jewels. "I hoped you'd want to do it again."
Mom hugged me tightly and rested her head on my shoulder. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
I smelled the shampoo she'd used in her hair and it smelt like heaven. "I want too though. I love you."
"I love you too, honey," she whispered. "But there's something I need to tell you. A few things actually." She moved her head off of my shoulder and looked at me again. "First, I don't think we can make love anymore. It's not right."
I shook my head. "I love you though. I don't care about anything else."
She looked resolved and like her mind wouldn't be changed.
"Ok, if that's what you want. I won't push."
My mom squeezed me tightly. "Good. Thank you, honey."
I smiled weakly.
"Now, there's something else. Another reason we can't do that anymore. I got carried away on the cruise. I was upset and made mistakes. But we have to be adults now."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She darted her eyes to her stomach and placed her hands there nervously. "Honey, there's no easy way to say this, but I'm pregnant."
My knees got weak. We held each other up for a second. "Pregnant?" I asked.
She nodded her head. "Yes. I got pregnant. I'm so sorry. I won't let this ruin your life. I will handle this, and you will go on being a teenage boy with his whole future in front of him."
I didn't know what to say. "But I don't want that. I want to be with you."
My mom shook her head and placed a hand on my face. "No. I will raise this child. You will live your life with no strings attached. No one will ever know but us."
I couldn't believe this. I wanted to be with her. "Mom, I want this."
She looked at me intently. "I don't know."
"Is it mine?" I asked.
She frowned then looked down. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that."
I felt embarrassed. "Mom, I didn't mean-"
"No," she said. "It's alright. I knew this would come up at some point. Better to get it out there now. It's yours, honey. I promise. I know what I did and that I shouldn't of, but we used condoms. You're the only one I didn't use a condom with."