Jake lay on his side next to his Mom, watching her sleep. He smiled at how peaceful she looked. He placed his hand on her belly, careful not to wake her, imagining that his sperm was swimming to her egg to make a baby.
He hadn't really contemplated them going this far with the relationship. Part of him was not ready to be a father. Another part was excited to watch her belly grow with their child. Still another part worried what the outside world, and his Dad, would think about his Mom getting pregnant. Was she thinking of that stuff too, or did she have 'baby' on the brain?
One thing he couldn't deny, the thought of fucking his Mom and her getting pregnant was seriously erotic. His dick, laying on his thigh covered in their combined juices, twitched as if to agree. He would have zero issues with doing his part to satisfy her desire for his baby.
Rolling out of bed, he went to shower and put on a suit to swim in. He felt drained, but in a good way. A swim was just to take up some time and take his mind off of his Mom while he waited for her to wake up.
As he was heading downstairs, he met his Dad walking from the front door hallway. He felt the awkwardness between them rise up. He hadn't really spoken to his Dad since he'd found Mom in his bed.
"Oh...hey Dad," he said, quietly.
Bill looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Where's your Mom?" he asked.
Jake gestured upstairs. "She's taking a nap."
"Already? It's only 11 in the morning. What have you two been up to? Late nights?" He sounded inquisitive over accusatory.
Jake shook his head. "No late nights. We went to a movie last night but were home by ten."
"Oh yeah? What movie did you go to?"
"The new Jurassic Park."
"Oh, I was thinking of taking... um, Marcy to see it. How is it?" Bill's face went a bit red as he said 'her' name. Jake hadn't heard who he was seeing, and it wasn't a familiar name to him.
"Ummm...actually I don't know. I didn't pay much attention." Jake cleared his throat as he realized what he was admitting.
"Like that, was it? Did she show you how well she gives hickeys?" His Dad smirked a bit, knowingly.
Jake did not know what to say. Here he was having a casual conversation with his Dad about how well his Mom sucked neck.
"Ummm... she mentioned it, but didn't show me or anything."
"Ah, maybe next time. Are you two doing anything later?"
"No plans, not yet." Jake thought of this Mom in his bed upstairs, her pussy full of his cum, and decided not to mention the pregnancy plans. Talking to his Dad like this, he realized how many holes their plan of making a baby had. There could be difficulties.
"Okay, well I'm home all evening, Marcy has a family event going on. If you two want to watch a movie with me later, I promise not to listen to you on the loveseat this time."
Jake's already red face flushed hot all over as he realized what his Dad was saying. "Aaahhh, I'll ask her when she wakes up, but it sounds good to me."
"Great!" His Dad turned to the kitchen and Jake went out to swim, his mind racing.
***
Sam woke up after what felt like hours but only turned out to be 45 minutes. She felt refreshed, though, as if from a full night's sleep. She spent several moments laying in Jake's bed, basking in the memory of her time with him, until her brain kicked into plan mode. Plans for how she could possibly have a baby when Bill had a vasectomy, or even what people might say to a sudden pregnancy. The options didn't look good. Then she turned to plans for the pregnancy itself and for when she delivered, and she cheered right up again.
Tumbling out of bed, she felt some soreness in her groin from the fucking Jake had given her after her confession, and smiled. She anticipated having the same soreness for a while. Showering again, she put on new clothes. This time in a more revealing top, but shorts and panties. It was fun to switch things up.
As she got downstairs, she ran into Bill, finishing making a sandwich in the kitchen.
"Hey sleepyhead. Jake said you were napping. Do you want one of these?" He gestured to his plate.
All of a sudden Sam was starving. She nodded a firm yes, and then went about cleaning up the sink. It was still full of cold water and dishes.
"Looks like you got interrupted. I remember when I used to interrupt you like that."
Sam smiled at the memory of both this morning and the times Bill would 'interrupted' her. The most frequent was when they were trying to make the baby that would turn out to be Jake.
"Yes, I remember getting interrupted. It was very pleasant."
They continued in their activities in comfortable silence until Sam asked, "What if I got pregnant?"
She heard him stop moving as she stared at the sink. The silence continued until she looked over at him. He was looking back at her, an unreadable expression on his face.
"It's just a thought. We've been careful, but accidents happen."
More silence as his eyes flitted over her face. Finally, he said, "You want that, don't you?"
So many years of living as man and wife meant they could read each other fairly well. She knew he was trying to understand. He knew she was saying more than her words.
She gave up the fear. In for a penny... "I do. I don't know why. I didn't want a baby before this all started. It's a very powerful feeling. I think...we'd need your help to pull it off."
Bill continued to stare. "I guess this is a bigger deal than I had assumed. I thought you'd get your affair with Jake out of your system and then both move on. But this. This is life-changing. It's huge. Are you sure you want this? Does he?"
Sam nodded at everything he said. "I'm not sure if he's thought of everything, but he says he wants it too. And I... well I want it more than anything."
