John asks why

Dazed from their sex act and a bit overwhelmed about her confession, John decided to ask: "Aunt May, are you really serious about what you said just now?"

"I am."

"I'm not my father."

"You're not. Even from that night, your were my son, never his. As you grew up, you remained my son but when then there's this attraction towards you. I tried to tell myself that you're his son but when I looked at his pictures, the feelings wasn't there.

I was attracted to you

I tried to bury that feeling down and probably would have succeeded but when you asked that question just now, I felt my world crumbling down. I know I can't **** you to stay with me, but at the very least, I wanted something from you, at the very least a memory. If I got pregnant from our tryst tonight, it is something I would treasure.

I love you John."

John kissed her.

"I love you too."

Having recovered his stamina and his cock was already erect, he entered her again.

"Aunt May, I'm happy being given the honor of fathering your children."