This story contains
interracial sex.
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go no farther
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Chapter 1
They exchanged small talk as the truck tooled through town. Ahead, Jason saw the turn that would take them to their home. He felt a stirring in his jeans as their home hove into view.
Although he was home for two weeks after that fantastic night with his mom and aunt, nothing else had happened. If anything, Susan had been more standoffish. She called a halt to their chats in her bedroom. She also began wearing house robes that covered her from neck to ankles.
When he called Aunt Helen to ask her about his mom's sudden change, she explained it was a mixture of guilt and shame for what had happen. But even she, his other mother, avoided being alone with him.
Jason retrieved his bag from the bed of Adam's truck. He trudge carefully up the walkway in the light November rain. His father led the way into the house. Jason dropped his bag in the foyer. He looked questioningly at his father. With a tired smile, Adam pointed toward the kitchen.
The aroma of nutmeg, sweet potato pie, cornbread dressing and turkey and ham permeated the air. Susan was in full holiday feast mode. Her back was to her son as he eased up behind her and threw his arms around her waist.
"Happy Thanksgiving, mom!" Jason cried. Something did not feel right.
Susan turned and warmly embraced her son. Tears streamed of joy down her face. Her baby was home!
Jason pushed his mom away and look down at his mother's distended belly.
"Mom...what...are you... are you pregnant?"
Susan gripped her son's face with both of her hands and kissed her son wetly on his cheek.
"You ain't gone blind have you, baby? I'm either pregnant or I have the granddaddy of all gas attacks!"
They shared a brief laugh at her brassy joke.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You had school to worry about! We saw no need to worry you with the goings on here!"
"Well, congratulations!" Jason turned and extended his hand to his father who took it and shook it silently. His father seemed a little sad. There was a hard set to his jaw and he swallowed hard a few times.
"Thank you, son. Why don't you put away your stuff. There is a game on in a few hours. We can catch up while we watch. Would you mind picking up your aunt? Her husband, Andre was held up by a late plane."
"Ok, dad, no problem!' Jason watched his dad move to the basement door and disappear into his man cave.
Turning to his mother, Jason said, "Mom you look amazing! You almost glow!"
Susan walked over to her son. She placed her flour covered hand on his cheek. He eyes were sad as she looked into his eyes.
"You so full of it! And if I am glowing, it's because my baby is home!"
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The rain increased as Jason made the short drive to his aunt's apartment. He mulled over the stunning news of his mother's pregnancy at 50. Something was nagging at the edge of his awareness. It was like when you can cannot quite remember a name or an address. You know that you know but you cannot quite pull it up.
He guided the truck into a space just outside his aunt apartment. As he stepped out of the truck, he felt the bite of cold on exposed skin. This could turn into a serious rainstorm. He tapped lightly on her kitchen door. He smiled as her heard the wail of his little cousin followed by his aunt's cooing trying to calm the toddler. He must nearly four months old by now.
He heard the doorknob turn and had a big smile on his face as it opened.
"Jason! How are you, Sweety?" Helena spread her arms wide, preparing to hug her nephew.
"Aunt Helen! How are...?" The words froze in his mouth as he surveyed his aunt. She wore a multicolored muumuu. It hung low in the back but high in the front as it tried to cover her belly.
"Aunt Helen, are you pregnant?" The words stumbled out of Jason's mouth.
Helen assayed a lop sided grin as she watched her nephew process the information overload he was experiencing.
"Yes, Jason, I am pregnant!" She reached out, took his hand and pulled him inside.
"But so is mom! How...who...I mean...!"
Helen watched as the light went on in Jason's brain.
"Oh my god, no! You don't mean...?" His finger pointed at Helen's round belly. It then folded back and pointed at himself.
"Yes, Jason, it's your baby!" Helen watched him closely. He was beginning to sway. She pointed at a kitchen chair. "Sit down, Baby! If you pass out, ain't no way I can pick your big ass up!"
Jason slumped in the chair. The room moved around him as he tried to collect himself.
"But mom is pregnant also!" he said.
Helen slid into the chair next to her nephew. She took his hand in hers and began to stroke it.
"Yes, Susan is pregnant also!"
"Am I...?" He could not finish the sentence. Horror welled in his throat blocking the words.
"Yes, Jason, Susan and I are pregnant and you are the father!"
The movement of the room accelerated. Jason felt himself losing consciousness. A sharp crack on his cheek snapped him back.
"We ain't gona have none of that!" Helen was indignant.
With some difficulty, she reached up in cabinet and got a glass. She moved to the fridge, pushed the glass against the recess lever in the door and filled the glass with ice. She filled the glass with water and walked back to the kitchen table. She sat the ice water in front of Jason. Then she awkwardly slid back into her chair. She watched as he took a deep gulp. When he went to speak, she extended her hand, palm out, fingers spread and up.
"Hold it, she said, let me explain otherwise we might be here all night! Presumably I can skip the birds and bees conversation!" A smiled played across her lips as she raised one eyebrow questioningly.
She had him recall the night they had come home drunk. He nodded. She went on to explain that she had just had her six week checkup and was just starting on the pill.