We were completely uninhibited around each other and it was completely freeing. For so long she had hidden her body away from me, never wanting to push me in one direction or another. But now that we were lovers, the nudity taboo disappeared from our minds just as easily as the incest taboo. If anything, seeing my mother in her naked glory made her even more beautiful in my eyes. I found myself appreciating her in completely new and wonderful ways, giving her my total and absolute attention, even when we were doing normal things like cleaning or cooking or just sitting around to read books or watch television. Her nakedness and her beauty were entirely engrossing to me. Perhaps it was only because she was my first lover- there’s plenty to support that theory- but I prefer to believe that it was simply because the love I had for her all of my life was expanded to greater horizons, because I was able to love more of her than ever before.
So it didn’t take long for me to notice when the signs of pregnancy appeared. And I didn’t waste a moment in asking her about it. I brought her into the living room and sat down in the arm chair while I asked her to sit on the sofa, telling her that I had an important question to ask. When I did ask, however, she just smiled lovingly, brightly, and said, “I was wondering when you’d notice. I’ve known for a few weeks now.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, feeling somewhat hurt that she’d hide such an important fact from me.
She smiled at me softly and answered, “Because I wanted to see the look on your face when you figured it out yourself. And you know what? You looked exactly like our father did when he learned that I was pregnant with you.”
“I… did? I mean, I do?”
Mother nodded lovingly. “The look of concern and worry and openness and willingness… our faces tell stories, Conrad. And yours just told me the sweetest story I’d ever want to hear. The look on your face tells me that I made the right choice. And I love you even more for it.” She got up and sat down beside me on the arm chair, squeezing our naked hips together as she swung her soft, supple legs atop mine. “Are you okay with this?” she asked seriously.
All I could do was stare at her beautiful blue eyes, completely lost in them. I felt the smile slowly blossom on my face and my eyebrows raise up totally on their own. “Are you kidding me?” I asked. “I’m MORE than okay with this! I’m just… I’m… I…”
She gently placed her warm, soft hand on my cheek and returned my gaze. “Conrad… son… you’re going to be a father. I’m pregnant with our child. And we’re going to be a family.” She kissed me deeply and it lasted for several long minutes until we both had to come up for air. I could feel hot tears of joy streaming down both our faces. When our lips parted, she said the words that seared my soul: “I love you, son.”
I didn’t have to think about it. “Mother, I love you more than life itself.” Then my gaze drifted downward, past her bountiful breasts, sure to become even larger as they filled with milk in the coming months, and came to rest on her tummy. I carefully, gently placed my hand over her womb, now growing with her son’s child, and held it there. “You, too, Little One.”
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