Chapter 3: A Mother's Capability
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NOTE: All characters partaking in sexual intercourse within this story are aged 18 and over.
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It'd been months since Will last seen his father Jeff. After the divorce, the two parted ways not on the best of terms. That wasn't to say the two argued with one another until their relationship polarized. It was just—while it wasn't explicitly disclosed, Jeff knew about his wife's plans to get knocked up by Will on account of the fact Jeff could no longer perform as required. At the time, Jeff assumed Maureen's goals to be nothing but the result of both being horny beyond belief and broody. That all changed when Jeff found her numerous documents and spreadsheets detailing how to get Will to put a bun in her oven. First—get jacked so he would get hard around her, uncomfortably or otherwise. Next—use her muscles and strength to pin him to the bed and do the immoral deed until the so-called bun was put in. Discovering these in-depth plans was what set Jeff and Maureen's divorce in motion, yet she wasn't the slightest bit miffed by her husband's demand for their annulment. It was all about her and Will now.
Fast forward six months, Will sat opposite his father in the cafe. To say he looked a little worse for wear was an understatement. Jeff preferred a clean shave, yet it became clear the divorce pulled the man down so low that he let a full unkempt beard grow out. Will wanted to help his father to get back on his feet, seeing him in such a state of affairs, likely compared to the local tramp, but as fate would have it, it was Will who needed the help. He'd just broken the news that his mother was pregnant with his child, dreading to hear how his father would take it.
"Suppose I ought to congratulate you in having porked your mother often enough for that to happen." In as much of the fact he didn't mean it, it would seem Jeff saw fit to let his anger out on the one person he had left in his life who'd offer support, since everyone else turned him down. He sipped on the coffee Will bought him, rage still boiling within. Charity; that was how low things had gotten for Jeff. "You can both start a family together. Huzzah!"
Embarrassed, Will buried his head in his hands. He thought his father would act more appropriate to the situation at hand, but then realized—this, frankly, was appropriate. After all, his own mother was carrying his child in her belly, no doubt postulating ways to continue sex with him despite the fact. Even though she was pregnant, Maureen did the impossible and continued working out, though making sure her belly maintained its roundness, wanting to assure the constant reminder that her own son put her in that particular state.
Will sighed, knowing the conversation ahead with his father would most likely be difficult. He assumed buying him that cup of coffee would warm his heart as well as his hands, not to mention help soften the blow a bit. Obviously not.
"How far along is she?" Jeff's tone was softer this time, the coffee no doubt kicking his reasoning into full gear. This was his son he talked to, who helped him when he needed it most, not some stranger prodding him for simply being beggarly. "A few weeks?"
"More like a few months." It hurt Will to admit that more than it did Jeff to hear it. The fact was Maureen had craftily been hiding her pregnancy long before choosing to reveal it that fateful, life-crushing night, deliberately wearing clothes baggier than usual to hide the belly and not so much her musculature. And at night, she fucked Will in the dark. Even when he managed to sneak away from her that one time, Will hadn't noticed the first signs of life growing in his mother, his dignity more important than his virtue. "Five, give or take. She got the news herself literally the day after you divorced, but I only found out a couple of days back."
"Jesus, Will." Jeff was heartbroken, to say the least, to hear all this from his son. Admittedly, the thought of convincing Will to leave his mother crossed his mind, but then realized she'd be capable of next to anything if she had already forced him to impregnate her. And then there was the fact Will was also pegging that GILF as well. "What about that Missus Hutchinson? Tell me you didn't get her pregnant too!"
"No, no, of course not!" It was awkward enough for Will that he'd put his own mother in the family way. The added complication of Ellen being knocked up too was something he didn't need right now. Besides, she was way past the age of getting pregnant. "She's way past that stage. But then, I thought the same way about Mum."
"It's a big gap between forty-three and seventy-odd," Jeff pointed out.
Will's eyes narrowed. "Is this about Mum or Ellen?"
"Ah, so that's her name." The beverage gone cold, Jeff put his coffee aside and leaned closer, ignoring the repulsed glances from other patrons who likely viewed him as a pervert trying to hit on Will. "Who you bonk is nobody's business but your own. Pregnancy is a whole different ball game though."
Will rolled his eyes derisively. He knew all this. His father was practically stating the obvious at this point just to keep the conversation aflame. It didn't help that he was offering looks back at those disgusted by him. Will kicked the table leg to get his attention again.
"So, uh..." Jeff bit into the croissant. It was the first proper pastry he'd tasted in months, nothing like the dry and tasteless excuse they had on offer at that motel he'd been forced to shack up in since the annulment. It wasn't flaky and the butter practically dripped out from its insides. To tell the truth, it teased Will enough to want to get one too, even though he wasn't hungry. "...is it a boy or a girl?"
Will didn't expect his father to ask that question. At least, not to so soon. He'd hoped there would be at least a couple of questions about how he was going to earn money to support the child, because Will knew his mother was going to keep it, commenting about wanting something out of the special nights they had. Will hoped a job offer at Hullard Metalworks would open up soon. He didn't know anything about welding, but was particularly good at keeping the books in line. The pay was good too.
"Mum wants to keep it a surprise for us both. For all we know, we could be in for twins."
"Anyone else in the family know about this or am I the first to find out?"
Again with the big questions. Will wasn't sure if the fact only his father knew about the circumstances was a good thing. Sure, less is more, but as his mother's pregnancy would develop and it became clear she wasn't in a relationship with anyone even remotely close to her age, questions would be raised both in the community and family. "No, you're the first to find out. Luna doesn't know about it either."
Jeff looked away in revulsion at the mere mention of Will's sister. He always did. Luna wasn't his daughter, the child of a man Maureen had an affair with when Jeff was abroad for six months. But when the father was nowhere to be found when he returned, Jeff hesitated to raise a child that wasn't his. At any rate, he managed to maintain a sense of calm. "You can't afford to have your sister prancing about doing that, especially when it involves you. And if you and your mother ever get back into bonking, make sure you lock the door."
Get back to bonking? Will didn't even mean to do it the first time, or the second, third—his mother was in complete control. He'd just come to terms with it, as hard as it was for him to do. Despite that, his father was right. Whatever happened going forward, Luna would have to be spared the truth. He couldn't afford to scar his innocent sister for life. He would just have to settle for being scarred instead.
"Just remember Will. If your mother's capable of using you for sex, there's no telling what she's got up her sleeve or what she's capable of."
Will dreaded to admit it, but his father was right. He couldn't just leave his mother. If his father's statement was anything to go by, there was no reason to suspect Maureen would go to the ends of the earth to find him, should he have the balls to leave.
