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.