Barbeque

While they are setting the table you are checking that nothing burns.

Dinner is a pleasant affair, tasty food, lovely people and just enough naughtiness and exposed skin to keep things interesting. After dinner you reluctantly take your hand from your brother’s dick which you had been massaging through his pants to get up and clear the dishes. Your mom is equally apprehensive to let go of her husbands and second borne sons cocks and follows you into the kitchen.

While at the sink you keep a light chatter going with her, but somehow it seems like she is increasingly distracted and has problems following your words. With suspicion you look at her. Does she seem a bit flushed? Maybe... And her breath is going a bit quicker too.

"Hey mom, you are acting weird.", you intervene. "Are you alright?"

"Sure sweety. It’s just... I might have underestimated the pills from earlier." The pills you caught her taking from the medicine cabinet in the morning? You raise an eyebrow, but she just waves of and tells you to join back up with the guys.

When you step outside, you see that they have brought out the chip case and are shuffling some cards.

"Hey, are they playing poker! Let's join in!", you enthusiastically turn to your mom, but she is not as interested. "Na, let’s just sit here and look pretty. Be some eye candy for them."

"But poker is fun, why shouldn't we join in?"

"Because we can't win the prize, sweetheart. And now be quiet, this is kinda important." "What is the prize?"

"Well, first place gets to knock you up, second place me." Her tone is light almost casual, but that offhand comment is makes you snap your head around and stare at her in disbelief.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"Hey, no swearing, little lady! Stay calm."

"Like hell am I saying calm right now! You know that I don't want to stay a girl my whole life! Sure, this was way more exciting than I first thought, and the orgasms are phenomenal, but I have had a whole life before me!"

"And you still have. Just a slightly different one.", she turns away from the poker game and looks at you. "Come on now, you said so yourself: the life is more exiting for you in the last two days than it was for month before. You can have that every day for that rest of your life! And just look at you, still sitting there, barely wearing anything. If the thought would be as horrible as you say it is, you would be up and running!"

"But a baby? I am not ready for that!", your protests are getting weaker.

"Shh, girl. You are living prove that I have a lot of experience as a mother. I'll teach you everything I know... and I am not swallowing ovulation **** like ticktack for fun. We will get pregnant together and face all challenges as a family. Just imagine it, both of us pregnant at the same time! It will be such a bonding time for us! I always wanted a girl and now that I have you, I know for sure that one is not enough."

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish on the beach while you struggle to find any more arguments to strengthen your case, but none will come to mind. She is right. You could run form this place and hide it out. You look to the garden door leading to the street and back to the poker table and back to the door. Next to you your mom is watching you. Finally, she leans towards you and strokes your hair. Then she strokes other parts, and you know that your decision is made.