I didn’t want to sound angry, or to be angry, but I failed on both counts. I was angry at Danny for not going along with my plan, and I was angry at myself for asking a young boy to make a life changing impossible decision.
“Don’t be mad, Mom.”
I put down the knife I had been using and turned to him. “I’m not mad, Danny. Just frustrated. Come give mom a hug.” I spread my arms wide.
He got up and took me in his arms. We were about the same height. I rested my head on his shoulder and teared up. “I was wrong to ask you what I did today. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Mom. I think it was a good plan.”
He must have been saying that to make me feel better. “Lucky one of us had some common sense today. Right kiddo?”
“I STILL think it’s a good plan.”
Now that confused me. The plan was over. The procedure was set. I was going to get my treatment tomorrow when I ovulated.
Danny sensed my confusion and held me at arms length.
“Mom, when I got to the rest room today and looked at that cold, plastic bottle you gave me. I knew it was wrong. That’s not the way your baby should be conceived.”
“I’m not following you,” I said.
“I didn’t decide I didn’t want you to have my baby. I decided that wasn’t the WAY I wanted to do it.”
“Danny. We can’t have you go into the clinic and give your sample there. We could never let anyone know. So today was the perfect chance to make the switch.”
“But, Mom, I know a way where there will be no switch.” He smiled and hugged me close.
He whispered in my ear, “Mom, I want to make love to you.”
“DANNY!”
“Think about it. It would be perfect. You’re at your most fertile and I’ve saved up four days of cum! You would get pregnant for sure. Admit it!”
He sounded so sure and so excited over his “plan.” I had thought I was going to shock him that afternoon, but he outdid me by a mile. I was more than shocked. I was speechless.
I tried to push him away, but he held me tight with those strong arms of his. Here we were, a 40-year-old mother and her 18-year-old son in an embrace in the middle of the kitchen.
“Just think, Mom, tomorrow you’re going to get pregnant. Finally pregnant. After all this time, pregnant. Say something, Mom!”
“NO!” That’s the only word I could think of so I said it again: “NO!”
“But it’s the perfect plan. Dad would think it’s his baby. It would look just like him because we look so much alike. He would never know. He would be happy and probably let up on you and me. And you would be happy with another child.”
“NO! Let’s pretend you never even suggested anything like that, young man! NO! I don’t want to hear another word about it.”
“And doing it the natural way would increase the chances by a lot. You see how much I cum, Mom!”
“We’re NOT going to have this discussion.”
“I know you were watching me when I jerked off that time. I could see you looking in. You were in my bureau mirror. You watched the whole time. Did you see how much cum there was? And that was the second time that day. Just think how much four day’s worth will be. You’ll get pregnant for sure.”