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It had been six months since I had impregnated my sister. We still hadn’t told our mother yet, and Chloe wasn’t with her boyfriend any longer. We hadn’t told anyone about it, and I had promised I’d be there for our baby the same way I was for my other kids.
We had finally decided to tell our mother. We didn’t want to keep this a secret from her any longer.
*****
I picked Chloe up from her apartment, her belly now showing the gentle curve of early pregnancy. As I helped her into the car, I couldn’t resist giving her stomach a little pat.
“You nervous?” I asked, noticing how she kept running her hand over the bump.
“A little,” she admitted, her fingers tracing circles on her belly. “Do you really think Mom will be okay with … you know, everything?”
“It’ll be fine,” I said to her as I pulled away from the curb. “She’ll understand. Mom’s always been there for us.”
When we arrived at our mother’s house, I saw Chloe take a deep breath before getting out of the car. Our mother had been dating some guy recently, but she’d told us she’d broken up with him. She wanted to focus on herself and her career instead of jumping from relationship to relationship.
Mom opened the door before we even knocked. At forty-four, she was stunning: her chestnut hair was still long and lustrous, framing a face with just enough makeup to enhance her natural beauty. The light floral scent of her perfume greeted us as she pulled us into hugs. Her figure was enviable, with full D-cup breasts and impressive hips that her tailored dress showcased without being obvious about it. Years of working as a regional manager at Luminance Cosmetics had given her an eye for presentation that never failed her. And she was also as tall as I, making her look like a model.
Her voice was as sweet as honey, greeting us all with friendly smiles, but her eyes widened when she noticed Chloe’s belly. “Oh my God, you’re pregnant?” she gasped, hands flying to cover her mouth. Chloe nodded eagerly. “Congratulations, sweetheart! Come in, come in!”
She ushered us into her living room, disappearing briefly to return with a tray of tea and freshly baked cookies. We settled in, talking about work, weather, and the usual topics that fill the spaces between bigger revelations.
“So,” Mom finally said, leaning forward with an excited smile. “Who’s the lucky father? Is it that boyfriend of yours? Kyle?”
“Uhm, no, we broke up,” Chloe said a bit awkwardly.
“Who is it then?” Mom asked.
Chloe looked at me, her eyes pleading for help.
“Mom,” I started, setting my teacup down carefully. “There’s something we need to tell you. Chloe and her boyfriend were trying for over a year with no luck. And… Well, he wasn’t able to father children.”
Mom’s expression shifted to one of sympathy. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. So this is… a donor situation?”
“In a way,” Chloe whispered.
I took a deep breath. “Mom, Chloe was devastated when she found out. And her boyfriend wasn’t supportive at all. He blamed her, made her feel worthless.”
“That bastard,” Mom muttered, shaking her head.
“Yeah. So when she came to me, crying about how much she wanted a baby, how she felt like less of a woman… I offered to help her.”
Mom’s expression froze. She set her cup down, her eyes moving between Chloe and me.
“What exactly are you telling me?” she asked, her voice perfectly controlled.
I reached over and took Chloe’s hand, squeezing it for reassurance. “I’m the father of Chloe’s baby, Mom. We didn’t plan this. It wasn’t some weird thing. She needed help, and I was there for her.”
For several long moments, Mom said nothing. Finally, she exhaled slowly. “I see,” she said, surprising us with how calm she sounded. “And you’re both… okay with this arrangement?”
Chloe nodded. “It was my idea, Mom. I begged him. I just wanted to know if I could get pregnant at all. And then… it worked.” Her hand drifted to her belly, protective and proud.
Mom leaned back in her chair, studying us both. “Well, I can’t say I ever expected this conversation. But I understand wanting a child so badly you’d do anything.” Her eyes softened as she looked at Chloe’s stomach. “That’s my grandchild in there, no matter how it came to be.”
Relief washed over me. “You’re not disgusted with us?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Mom said, reaching for my hand. “Family is complicated. What matters is that you two support each other. The rest of the world might not understand, but they don’t need to know the details, do they?”
Chloe broke into a wide smile. “Thank you for understanding, Mom.”
“Just promise me you’ve thought this through,” Mom said. “What happens when the baby is born? What will you tell them someday?”
“We’ll figure it out,” I assured her. “The baby will know I’m their uncle who loves them very much. The specifics can wait until they’re old enough.”
Chloe giggled suddenly, the tension breaking. “Besides, we now know Nathan’s little swimmers are Olympic champions. One try was all it took!”
“Chloe!” I said, feeling my face heat up.
Mom laughed too, shaking her head. “Well, Nathan is a strong, healthy man. I always wanted more children after you two, you know. Just never found the right situation again.” Her smile faltered slightly. “My last boyfriend and I actually broke up over it. He didn’t want kids, said he was ‘shooting blanks anyway’ and seemed relieved about it.”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said.
She waved it off. “Don’t be. It seems like fertility issues are everywhere these days. Half my friends at work are struggling with it or have children who are. Something in the water, maybe.”
The conversation drifted to other topics after that: names Chloe was considering, whether she wanted to know the gender, and so on, but the awkward part was out of the way, and the rest of the day, we enjoyed a day with the family.
*****
The next morning, I was answering some emails when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Mom standing there, dressed in a flattering blue blouse and slim-fitting jeans that showed off her impressive hips and butt.
“Morning,” I said, surprised. “Everything okay?”
She smiled, but there was something hesitant in her eyes. “Just thought I’d stop by. Can I come in?”
I stepped aside to let her enter, noticing how she seemed to be gathering her thoughts. We settled down on the couch, and she crossed her legs, showing off her smooth thighs. The blouse had a gap in the middle, showing off the valley between her breasts. After having fucked my sister, it wasn’t so strange to check out my mother.
“What you did for Chloe,” she said finally. “It was quite brave of you.”
“Thanks. I just wanted to help her.”
Mom nodded, her eyes sweeping over me. “It got me thinking about what I told you yesterday, about wanting more children.” She looked up, and I saw vulnerability there that I rarely associated with my confident, put-together mother. “I’ve tried everything, Nathan. Fertility treatments, special diets, even those ridiculous positions the internet swears by.” She laughed, but it sounded hollow. “At forty-four, my chances are practically zero with conventional methods.”
I could already tell where this was going.
“I know how this sounds,” she said quickly. “But seeing you help Chloe, I thought… maybe you could help me too.” She reached across, her maternal hand covering mine. “Just once. Like with Chloe.”
My cock stirred awkwardly. “You’re asking me to…”
“I know it’s a lot,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But who else can I trust? Who else would understand?”
I stared at her, taking in her features: the same ones I’d admired all my life. The gentle curve of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips, and the warm depth of her eyes. Even in her forties, she was a stunner.
“I’ve always thought you were beautiful,” I said. “And I’m not against the idea.”
“You aren’t?” she said hopefully. “I’m still attractive enough to make you hard?”
I chuckled awkwardly as I hardened in front of her, and she noticed the bulge and smiled.
“When does your wife get home?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Tonight,” I answered. “Late … Do you want to try now?”
She nodded eagerly. We rose to our feet and headed to my bedroom. When I closed the door, she fell into my arms in a tender hug, feeling her warm breath against my neck. Then she broke it, looked me in the eyes and we kissed, her lips tasting like cherry lip gloss. I lost myself in the kiss. She didn’t need to stand on her toes when she was as tall as I was, and it felt so good to let my hands roam freely around her back with no judgment. I squeezed both her cheeks, making her giggle like a horny girl. Then we undressed, and I saw my mother nude for the first time in my adult life. Her bell-shaped breasts had a natural cleavage, and her butt was plump and blemish-free. I spun her around while my cock pointed at her like a rocket ready to launch. “Gosh, you’re still beautiful.”
“Thank you, sweetie,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
My eyes trailed down to her mound with a neatly trimmed triangle patch of hair, as if she’d prepared for having sex with her son, and then it was her red wine colored pussy that was moist like a wet sponge.
She fell onto the bed, and I crawled on top of her in a missionary position. I aimed my erection at my mother’s slit, and it felt like slow motion. “Here goes,” I said. The tip parted her pussy lips, and then my girth stretched her vaginal canal as I slid into her wet depths. I moaned on my way in, and she did as well. It felt intense already. I was inside my mother—The same hole I’d come from, and the one I’d soon impregnate.
“Oh, my,” she breathed, her eyes wide with surprise and lust as she felt my cock filling her. I paused, allowing her to adjust to my size. “You’re inside … Nathan, please fuck me.”
I began to thrust slowly in and out of her. Her hands grabbed my hips, urging me to move faster, and I did, finding a rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. It felt unbelievable, her forbidden pussy wrapped around my cock, clenching and releasing with each thrust.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned, her eyes locked on mine.
Her words fueled me, and I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Her breathing grew ragged, and she began to moan louder, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts. I eyed her lips, and she looked at mine. I pushed all the way to the hilt and leaned forward to kiss her, our tongues darting and twining together as we continued our lovemaking. I lost myself in the kiss as my cock slid in and out of her. I sucked her cherry-scented lips and swirled my tongue with hers. The kiss brought us closer together and the rest of the world faded into insignificance as this moment became so intimate and powerful. I came off her warm lips and sucked on her neck, making her arch her back.
Pulling back, I reached down to squeeze her breasts, feeling the softness and fullness in my hands as I watched her eyes. She moaned into my mouth, her hands digging into my back.
Our need for each other grew, and I felt her muscles tighten around me, signaling the moment of climax. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, the pleasure building to a crescendo. With a burst of energy, I thrust deeper and harder, my hips driving into her with a lustful force.
“Oh, Mom,” I groaned, my voice hoarse with emotion. “I’m going to cum.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, and she whispered, “Do it. Make your mommy pregnant.” Those words sent me over the edge as I felt the waves of pleasure crash over me, my body trembling with each release. Looking right into her eyes, I thrust deeper, my cock pulsing with every spurt of my seed, filling her with my hot, young cum.
She cried out, her pussy clenching tightly around my thrusting cock, drawing out every rope of semen. Our bodies shook with the intensity of our taboo climax. When there was no more cum left, I collapsed onto her, our breaths mingling as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our incredible lovemaking. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.
I smiled, raking my fingers through her dark blonde hair. “You have no idea.”
“Your cum is so warm and creamy,” she said.
“Can you feel it?”
“Dah,” she said playfully. “Your cum is healthy and fresh.”
“Taboo too,” I said.
She shook her head. “I don’t care what anyone thinks,” she said. “I love you … And no one should be able to tell what consenting adults can and can’t do.”
“I agree,” I said and admired her speech. “But this was still the best sex of my life.”
“Because we love each other,” she said.
We lay there for several minutes, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed against each other.
Then she said in a vulnerable voice. “Even if I don’t get pregnant … it felt amazing.”
I smiled, confident. “I’m sure I succeeded.”
“I hope so,” she said, leaning forward to kiss me again.
*****
My phone buzzed on the nightstand a few weeks later. I glanced at the screen, seeing Mom’s name flash across it. I opened the message to find a photo of a pregnancy test with two pink lines, followed by the words, YOU DID IT!!! I’M PREGNANT!!! Thank you, sweetheart. I’ve never been happier. ❤️
Something warm bloomed in my chest. I texted back, That’s amazing news! How are you feeling?
Her reply came seconds later, A little morning sickness but I don’t care. Worth every moment. Can you come over later? Want to celebrate with you.
I smiled, typing back that I’d stop by after work. When I told my wife about Mom’s pregnancy, I simply said she’d used a donor. It wasn’t exactly a lie. My wife was thrilled for her, completely unaware of the full truth behind the baby’s conception.
*****
The hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and coffee. I paced outside the delivery room, checking my watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. Mom sat nearby, one hand resting protectively over her slightly rounded belly.
“Nathan, sit down. You’re making me dizzy,” she said, patting the chair beside her.
I sank into it, running my hands through my hair. “She’s been in there for hours.”
“That’s normal for first babies,” Mom assured me, her voice calm despite the circumstances. At three months pregnant, she had a subtle glow about her, the first visible signs of her condition just beginning to show. “Your sister is strong. She’ll be fine.”
Just then, the delivery room doors swung open, and a nurse beckoned us in. “She’s asking for you both.”
Chloe lay propped up against pillows, her face flushed and damp with sweat but radiant with exhaustion and joy. In her arms was a tiny bundle wrapped in a pink blanket.
“Come meet your niece,” she said, her voice hoarse but triumphant.
I approached cautiously, peering down at the small, wrinkled face. The baby had wisps of dark hair and my nose. My heart constricted at the sight of her.
“She’s perfect,” I whispered.
Mom moved beside me, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at her third grandchild. “Oh, Chloe. She’s beautiful.”
Chloe smiled up at us. “I’m going to call her Julia.”
“Julia,” I repeated, testing the name. It felt right, somehow. I reached out, and the baby instinctively wrapped her tiny fingers around mine. The connection was immediate and powerful. I was her father, yet to the world, I would only be her uncle. The complexity of our situation struck me at that moment, but looking at her perfect face, I knew we’d made the right choice.
“Would you like to hold her?” Chloe asked, already shifting to pass the baby to me.
I nodded, carefully taking Julia into my arms. She weighed almost nothing, this tiny life we’d created. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, revealing dark blue irises that would likely change color in the coming months.
“Hey there,” I whispered. “I’m your… uncle Nathan. I’m going to take care of you, always.”
Mom watched us, her hand absently stroking her own growing belly. Then I passed the baby to our mother, and I had never seen her smile so widely. “You’re a wonderful son, brother, man and father, Nathan.”
I nodded, her words warming my heart along with my family that I swore to protect for the rest of my life.
The end.
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