Accidental Incest
Chapter 1: The Seed Takes Root
Andy knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. At 18 years old, his hormones were a fully loaded freight train speeding downhill without brakes, especially for a good Catholic boy who had never been on a real date, let alone had a girlfriend. He, like many people, lived his life in inner fantasies. So here he was at 3am masturbating to his phone in the small bathroom he and his mom shared.
Painfully shy, Andy lived at home with his mother, Rachel. The two of them were very close, and she was understanding of his reluctance to head to college right out of high school. He was a delicate boy, and had never been able to make new friends very well. And now that he had a job bagging groceries, his mom was grateful for the money he contributed to their monthly rent. They lived in an apartment downtown, close to Saint Margaret's Catholic Church, where he and his mother attended services twice a week. Rachel was 32 years old and still quite beautiful, with dark hair, olive skin, and striking green eyes. Her life had been hard ever since giving birth to Andy at 14 years old. Being Catholic, teenage, and pregnant out of wedlock wasn't exactly a recipe for success, especially since Andy's dad had skipped out on them at the first opportunity. The only thing that gave stability and hope to their life was St. Margaret's, and so Rachel had clung to that desperately, leaning into her Catholic faith.
So Andy truly believed that what he was doing was a sin. He felt incredibly guilty, but it was like he was compelled by some external force. It was as real as if he had swallowed poison; he just had to get it out of him. Thoughts of fornication filled his mind at almost every waking moment. And with the internet at his disposal, he was only delaying the inevitable.
That night, Andy spent a long time in the bathroom, but he eventually finished. In his moment of release, he made a mess all over his right hand and the toilet seat. Basking in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, Andy was surprised to hear the sound of his mother getting out of bed. In his guilt and fear of being discovered, Andy rushed out of the bathroom, miraculously closing the door to his bedroom just as his mother was opening hers. That was a close one, he thought. Phew! He breathed a deep sigh of relief. But then a terrible thought struck him: he hadn't cleaned up the toilet seat! His mom was surely going to see his mess and then he'd have a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do.
It had been a rough day for Rachel. Things had been crazy at work and the one guy she had dated in years had decided to drunkenly text her that it wasn't going to work out. Great, Rachel thought, this day can't get any worse. Why is it so hard to find a good Catholic man? She had overindulged on pasta and red wine that night, mostly red wine, and went to bed in a haze.
Rachel woke up early in the morning with her bladder nearly bursting. She stumbled to the bathroom to go pee and sat groggily down on the toilet. In truth, she was still a little drunk. After relieving herself, she was disturbed to notice something wet and sticky under her foot. It took her a long while to realize what she was looking at. Ugh. she thought. I can’t believe Andy has been jerking off! When did that start happening? He knows how wrong it is - why would he do that? Then she noticed the same uncomfortable feeling under her thigh. Oh, gross!!! She unsteadily reached over to grab a wad of toilet paper and then wiped herself off. He is going to be in so much trouble tomorrow! But when she stood up her head was pounding, so Rachel decided to focus on getting some sleep for the time being.
Andy waited in agony for minutes before he heard the flushing of the commode. After that, the sound of running water in the sink and then footsteps leading to his mother's room. Andy couldn't believe his luck! His mother must have been too groggy to notice his naughty little mess. He thanked God for this little miracle before creeping to the bathroom to wipe up after himself. After he had finished, he slunk into bed feeling guilty and ashamed, but also relieved. Despite his heavy conscience, he was asleep within minutes.
The next day passed without comment from Rachel. She could hardly remember waking up, and the bathroom looked spotless as she stood groggily brushing her teeth. She dismissed the whole thing as a weird dream.
Weeks and weeks passed with the regularity and boredom of Catholic masses, until Rachel began to experience the tell-tale symptoms of morning sickness. But knowing with absolute certainty that she hadn't had sex since Andy was conceived, she looked for other explanations for her nausea. Pushing through the pain, she tried to mitigate her upset stomach with pepto bismol, Alka seltzer, and even dramamine without success. Fearing something worse (God forbid she had cancer), Rachel finally went to the doctor. Answering "no" emphatically to each question about her sexual activity, the doctor eventually ordered a blood test.
It had been a few days since her first doctor's appointment, and Rachel was extremely nervous as she walked into the office to discuss the results. Sitting on the examination table, she braced herself for terrible news.
"We've received your test results," said the doctor, a young Latina woman about her age. "Good news - there is nothing wrong with you.”
Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her.
“Or maybe I should say congratulations, you're going to be a mom!" finished the doctor.
Rachel just stared at the young doctor, perplexed. Then her confusion turned to frustration and anger. "I'm NOT pregnant. I told your nurse that I haven't had sex in literally years."
The doctor raised one of her eyebrows in a "you're only kidding yourself" expression.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Roberto. The test is conclusive. You ARE pregnant, there IS a baby growing inside you, and you WILL give birth in about 7 months." The doctor stood up. "Look in the mirror. You can clearly see how your belly has already begun to expand."
In a daze, Rachel looked into the full length mirror. Despite all of the signals her body had given (the nausea, her unusually tender breasts, the emotional roller coasters), she had tried so hard not to believe. But with the truth staring her plainly in the face, she couldn't lie to herself longer. Her usually trim waist had a noticeable bump. She rubbed her hands over her belly. It felt firm and bloated - just like it had felt with Andy so many years ago.
How was this even possible? she thought to herself. It was like one of those urban legends where the girl sat on the toilet seat…
She covered her mouth with both hands and gasped. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE. THAT WAS A DREAM. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. PLEASE NO.
But in her heart she knew it was true. It was the only explanation that made any sense. She was pregnant with her own son's baby.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” came the tearful voice from beyond the partition.
“What is troubling you, my child?” replied the old priest. He could hear the obviously troubled woman’s sobs in the booth adjacent to his. In his many days of taking confessions as a priest, Father Dalton had heard just about everything. He could tell this was going to be something serious from the tone of the poor woman’s voice.
“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this,” came the young woman’s voice. “I don’t even know how it happened… I… I…”
“What has happened, my child?” he nudged tenderly.
“I’m pregnant… with my son’s baby!” After speaking these words, Rachel broke down in long wailing sobs.
Jesus. thought Father Dalton. What has this evil woman done?
“Fornication, especially incest is a very grave sin,” he said seriously.
“I didn’t have sex with Andy! I would never!” she wailed.
So it’s Rachel and Andy, Father Dalton realized. Lord, how could they have gone so far astray? It shook him to the core that two of his most devoted congregants could be engaging in such abhorrent behavior.
“It was a freak accident! He, he must have been… masturbating. I sat down on the toilet, and it must have been on the seat. I didn’t realize - I was half asleep. And now I’m pregnant!! What do I do, father??” she cried pitifully.
Father Dalton was blown away. He had never heard of anything like this in his long career in the Lord’s service. It was a terrible, unimaginable situation.
He cleared his throat after a moment. “Your son committed a sin by spilling his seed. The miracle of life isn’t intended to be wasted in that way. But... the Lord has taken that seed and planted it. It's not for us to undo the Lord's work. The holy bible is very clear on that point. We don't decide who lives and who dies. In some way, this must be a part of God’s gracious plan…”
“How can I carry this, this monster inside me?” Rachel despaired. “I feel like a disgusting whore! How am I supposed to go on, knowing that my own son's baby is growing INSIDE me? What will people say? I'm not even married. How can I even show my face?”
“Rest assured in the fact that you are innocent in this," Father Dalton spoke in a placating, soothing tone. "The Lord knows your strengths - he wouldn’t give you a burden that you couldn’t bear. Let people think what they will. Noone has to know the truth except you and God. The Church is here for your comfort. I and the other priests will help you with your terrible burden.”
Father Dalton’stone shifted darkly. “Your son, however, must answer to his foul crime and repent. He cannot undo what has been done, but he has to take responsibility."
Rachel was quiet for a long time. At length, she replied in a quiet, meek voice. “You’re right, father. Thank you. People can think what they want to. I’ve dealt with that before. God knows the truth. I will speak with Andy. I don't know how, but he has to know.”
And with that, Rachel exited the confessional booth. Father Dalton sat in silence for a long time.
Andy was pushing shopping carts slowly back into the cart corral. It was disappointing how many people just left them scattered about without a single thought, no to mention the homeless people who tried to take them off the property. But his mind wasn't really on the work. He was staring across the parking lot at a mother who was trying to get her toddler back into their car. She looked to be about 8 months pregnant and was having a really hard time controlling the kid. She was that kind of skinny pregnant that looked like a bomb had gone off in her womb. He felt kind of creepy, but he couldn't help staring at her bending over with that big belly. He just imagined himself behind her, his hands on her wide hips, thrusting his cock deep into her. She was a milf, that much was for sure. She looked to be about his mom's age, actually. Although his mom was prettier.
He wondered what Rachel would look like pregnant. She was thin enough that she'd definitely have a well defined bump. And she had those wide hips and curves in the right places that would only look better as they filled out with a baby in her belly. He just wondered how big she would get. He wondered how big she got when she was carrying him.
STOP, he told himself. That's your MOM. He looked back at the pregnant lady. She was stepping into her car. Damn, he thought. It was good while it lasted.
It was a dead end job, but it had its perks from time to time.
Andy got home around 5pm. He wondered what his mom would be making for dinner. He hoped tacos. Throwing his bag down, he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. He was just resuming an anime series he was making his way through when he noticed his mom was standing behind him.
"Oh hey, mom. I didn't see you back there," he said, turning to glance at her over his shoulder.
He immediately knew something was wrong. Her usually placid face was a knot of fear and worry.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked, alarmed to see her in such a state. Had someone died? Did she lose her job?
"Andy… I don't know how to say this. I'm pregnant… and I think the baby is yours."
Andy looked at his mom in blank unrecognition. It was like she was speaking a different language. Pregnant? HIS baby? Was it a joke? It made no sense.
Rachel’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears.
“I know you’ve been… masturbating,” she said, choking up.
Andy’s blood cooled in his veins. She had found out. Oh God…
“I must have sat on it, on the toilet seat… I just went to the doctor. I’m pregnant Andy! Look.” With tears streaming down her face, Rachel lifted her blouse to reveal her 10 week pregnant bump. Andy could clearly see where her otherwise flat belly had begun to expand just above her belt-line. Even at this early stage, the bump was undeniable. If it was this small now, how big would it get later...
Andy’s horrified face said it all. That night, that damn night! he thought. Why couldn’t I have just cleaned up after myself! Look what I’ve done, I’ve knocked up my OWN MOM! Oh God, what have I done!
Rachel stared daggers at Andy through her veil of tears. “You knew it was wrong but you just had to do it anyway! Playing with your little thing at night. Look what you’ve done! I have something growing inside me. A baby. YOUR baby. Now I just have to carry this, this MONSTER!”
Andy’s mind was reeling. “Maybe we can do something about it,” he said, desperate for a solution. He immediately regretted the suggestion as Rachel’s face darkened even more.
“NO. Don’t you ever say that again. We have to live with the consequences of YOUR decision. YOUR sin!” she shouted. She stood there, breathing heavily for a moment, then collected herself. “You need to pray for forgiveness, Andy. You need to confess your sins.”
She was right, of course, Andy knew. This was all a result of his disgusting habit. He felt so incredibly guilty. But the very worst part of it was that, in his heart, he knew that a part of him was also enjoying this. The idea of his mom, now pregnant with his own incestuous baby, growing larger each day against her will, carrying a baby she hated - that idea excited him. He could even feel his cock hardening as she stood there crying in front of him. And knowing that she was absolutely committed to having the child exhilarated him even more.
May God forgive me, he thought.
Chapter 1: The Seed Takes Root
Andy knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. At 18 years old, his hormones were a fully loaded freight train speeding downhill without brakes, especially for a good Catholic boy who had never been on a real date, let alone had a girlfriend. He, like many people, lived his life in inner fantasies. So here he was at 3am masturbating to his phone in the small bathroom he and his mom shared.
Painfully shy, Andy lived at home with his mother, Rachel. The two of them were very close, and she was understanding of his reluctance to head to college right out of high school. He was a delicate boy, and had never been able to make new friends very well. And now that he had a job bagging groceries, his mom was grateful for the money he contributed to their monthly rent. They lived in an apartment downtown, close to Saint Margaret's Catholic Church, where he and his mother attended services twice a week. Rachel was 32 years old and still quite beautiful, with dark hair, olive skin, and striking green eyes. Her life had been hard ever since giving birth to Andy at 14 years old. Being Catholic, teenage, and pregnant out of wedlock wasn't exactly a recipe for success, especially since Andy's dad had skipped out on them at the first opportunity. The only thing that gave stability and hope to their life was St. Margaret's, and so Rachel had clung to that desperately, leaning into her Catholic faith.
So Andy truly believed that what he was doing was a sin. He felt incredibly guilty, but it was like he was compelled by some external force. It was as real as if he had swallowed poison; he just had to get it out of him. Thoughts of fornication filled his mind at almost every waking moment. And with the internet at his disposal, he was only delaying the inevitable.
That night, Andy spent a long time in the bathroom, but he eventually finished. In his moment of release, he made a mess all over his right hand and the toilet seat. Basking in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, Andy was surprised to hear the sound of his mother getting out of bed. In his guilt and fear of being discovered, Andy rushed out of the bathroom, miraculously closing the door to his bedroom just as his mother was opening hers. That was a close one, he thought. Phew! He breathed a deep sigh of relief. But then a terrible thought struck him: he hadn't cleaned up the toilet seat! His mom was surely going to see his mess and then he'd have a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do.
It had been a rough day for Rachel. Things had been crazy at work and the one guy she had dated in years had decided to drunkenly text her that it wasn't going to work out. Great, Rachel thought, this day can't get any worse. Why is it so hard to find a good Catholic man? She had overindulged on pasta and red wine that night, mostly red wine, and went to bed in a haze.
Rachel woke up early in the morning with her bladder nearly bursting. She stumbled to the bathroom to go pee and sat groggily down on the toilet. In truth, she was still a little drunk. After relieving herself, she was disturbed to notice something wet and sticky under her foot. It took her a long while to realize what she was looking at. Ugh. she thought. I can’t believe Andy has been jerking off! When did that start happening? He knows how wrong it is - why would he do that? Then she noticed the same uncomfortable feeling under her thigh. Oh, gross!!! She unsteadily reached over to grab a wad of toilet paper and then wiped herself off. He is going to be in so much trouble tomorrow! But when she stood up her head was pounding, so Rachel decided to focus on getting some sleep for the time being.
Andy waited in agony for minutes before he heard the flushing of the commode. After that, the sound of running water in the sink and then footsteps leading to his mother's room. Andy couldn't believe his luck! His mother must have been too groggy to notice his naughty little mess. He thanked God for this little miracle before creeping to the bathroom to wipe up after himself. After he had finished, he slunk into bed feeling guilty and ashamed, but also relieved. Despite his heavy conscience, he was asleep within minutes.
The next day passed without comment from Rachel. She could hardly remember waking up, and the bathroom looked spotless as she stood groggily brushing her teeth. She dismissed the whole thing as a weird dream.
Weeks and weeks passed with the regularity and boredom of Catholic masses, until Rachel began to experience the tell-tale symptoms of morning sickness. But knowing with absolute certainty that she hadn't had sex since Andy was conceived, she looked for other explanations for her nausea. Pushing through the pain, she tried to mitigate her upset stomach with pepto bismol, Alka seltzer, and even dramamine without success. Fearing something worse (God forbid she had cancer), Rachel finally went to the doctor. Answering "no" emphatically to each question about her sexual activity, the doctor eventually ordered a blood test.
It had been a few days since her first doctor's appointment, and Rachel was extremely nervous as she walked into the office to discuss the results. Sitting on the examination table, she braced herself for terrible news.
"We've received your test results," said the doctor, a young Latina woman about her age. "Good news - there is nothing wrong with you.”
Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her.
“Or maybe I should say congratulations, you're going to be a mom!" finished the doctor.
Rachel just stared at the young doctor, perplexed. Then her confusion turned to frustration and anger. "I'm NOT pregnant. I told your nurse that I haven't had sex in literally years."
The doctor raised one of her eyebrows in a "you're only kidding yourself" expression.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Roberto. The test is conclusive. You ARE pregnant, there IS a baby growing inside you, and you WILL give birth in about 7 months." The doctor stood up. "Look in the mirror. You can clearly see how your belly has already begun to expand."
In a daze, Rachel looked into the full length mirror. Despite all of the signals her body had given (the nausea, her unusually tender breasts, the emotional roller coasters), she had tried so hard not to believe. But with the truth staring her plainly in the face, she couldn't lie to herself longer. Her usually trim waist had a noticeable bump. She rubbed her hands over her belly. It felt firm and bloated - just like it had felt with Andy so many years ago.
How was this even possible? she thought to herself. It was like one of those urban legends where the girl sat on the toilet seat…
She covered her mouth with both hands and gasped. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE. THAT WAS A DREAM. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. PLEASE NO.
But in her heart she knew it was true. It was the only explanation that made any sense. She was pregnant with her own son's baby.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” came the tearful voice from beyond the partition.
“What is troubling you, my child?” replied the old priest. He could hear the obviously troubled woman’s sobs in the booth adjacent to his. In his many days of taking confessions as a priest, Father Dalton had heard just about everything. He could tell this was going to be something serious from the tone of the poor woman’s voice.
“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this,” came the young woman’s voice. “I don’t even know how it happened… I… I…”
“What has happened, my child?” he nudged tenderly.
“I’m pregnant… with my son’s baby!” After speaking these words, Rachel broke down in long wailing sobs.
Jesus. thought Father Dalton. What has this evil woman done?
“Fornication, especially incest is a very grave sin,” he said seriously.
“I didn’t have sex with Andy! I would never!” she wailed.
So it’s Rachel and Andy, Father Dalton realized. Lord, how could they have gone so far astray? It shook him to the core that two of his most devoted congregants could be engaging in such abhorrent behavior.
“It was a freak accident! He, he must have been… masturbating. I sat down on the toilet, and it must have been on the seat. I didn’t realize - I was half asleep. And now I’m pregnant!! What do I do, father??” she cried pitifully.
Father Dalton was blown away. He had never heard of anything like this in his long career in the Lord’s service. It was a terrible, unimaginable situation.
He cleared his throat after a moment. “Your son committed a sin by spilling his seed. The miracle of life isn’t intended to be wasted in that way. But... the Lord has taken that seed and planted it. It's not for us to undo the Lord's work. The holy bible is very clear on that point. We don't decide who lives and who dies. In some way, this must be a part of God’s gracious plan…”
“How can I carry this, this monster inside me?” Rachel despaired. “I feel like a disgusting whore! How am I supposed to go on, knowing that my own son's baby is growing INSIDE me? What will people say? I'm not even married. How can I even show my face?”
“Rest assured in the fact that you are innocent in this," Father Dalton spoke in a placating, soothing tone. "The Lord knows your strengths - he wouldn’t give you a burden that you couldn’t bear. Let people think what they will. Noone has to know the truth except you and God. The Church is here for your comfort. I and the other priests will help you with your terrible burden.”
Father Dalton’stone shifted darkly. “Your son, however, must answer to his foul crime and repent. He cannot undo what has been done, but he has to take responsibility."
Rachel was quiet for a long time. At length, she replied in a quiet, meek voice. “You’re right, father. Thank you. People can think what they want to. I’ve dealt with that before. God knows the truth. I will speak with Andy. I don't know how, but he has to know.”
And with that, Rachel exited the confessional booth. Father Dalton sat in silence for a long time.
Andy was pushing shopping carts slowly back into the cart corral. It was disappointing how many people just left them scattered about without a single thought, no to mention the homeless people who tried to take them off the property. But his mind wasn't really on the work. He was staring across the parking lot at a mother who was trying to get her toddler back into their car. She looked to be about 8 months pregnant and was having a really hard time controlling the kid. She was that kind of skinny pregnant that looked like a bomb had gone off in her womb. He felt kind of creepy, but he couldn't help staring at her bending over with that big belly. He just imagined himself behind her, his hands on her wide hips, thrusting his cock deep into her. She was a milf, that much was for sure. She looked to be about his mom's age, actually. Although his mom was prettier.
He wondered what Rachel would look like pregnant. She was thin enough that she'd definitely have a well defined bump. And she had those wide hips and curves in the right places that would only look better as they filled out with a baby in her belly. He just wondered how big she would get. He wondered how big she got when she was carrying him.
STOP, he told himself. That's your MOM. He looked back at the pregnant lady. She was stepping into her car. Damn, he thought. It was good while it lasted.
It was a dead end job, but it had its perks from time to time.
Andy got home around 5pm. He wondered what his mom would be making for dinner. He hoped tacos. Throwing his bag down, he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. He was just resuming an anime series he was making his way through when he noticed his mom was standing behind him.
"Oh hey, mom. I didn't see you back there," he said, turning to glance at her over his shoulder.
He immediately knew something was wrong. Her usually placid face was a knot of fear and worry.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked, alarmed to see her in such a state. Had someone died? Did she lose her job?
"Andy… I don't know how to say this. I'm pregnant… and I think the baby is yours."
Andy looked at his mom in blank unrecognition. It was like she was speaking a different language. Pregnant? HIS baby? Was it a joke? It made no sense.
Rachel’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears.
“I know you’ve been… masturbating,” she said, choking up.
Andy’s blood cooled in his veins. She had found out. Oh God…
“I must have sat on it, on the toilet seat… I just went to the doctor. I’m pregnant Andy! Look.” With tears streaming down her face, Rachel lifted her blouse to reveal her 10 week pregnant bump. Andy could clearly see where her otherwise flat belly had begun to expand just above her belt-line. Even at this early stage, the bump was undeniable. If it was this small now, how big would it get later...
Andy’s horrified face said it all. That night, that damn night! he thought. Why couldn’t I have just cleaned up after myself! Look what I’ve done, I’ve knocked up my OWN MOM! Oh God, what have I done!
Rachel stared daggers at Andy through her veil of tears. “You knew it was wrong but you just had to do it anyway! Playing with your little thing at night. Look what you’ve done! I have something growing inside me. A baby. YOUR baby. Now I just have to carry this, this MONSTER!”
Andy’s mind was reeling. “Maybe we can do something about it,” he said, desperate for a solution. He immediately regretted the suggestion as Rachel’s face darkened even more.
“NO. Don’t you ever say that again. We have to live with the consequences of YOUR decision. YOUR sin!” she shouted. She stood there, breathing heavily for a moment, then collected herself. “You need to pray for forgiveness, Andy. You need to confess your sins.”
She was right, of course, Andy knew. This was all a result of his disgusting habit. He felt so incredibly guilty. But the very worst part of it was that, in his heart, he knew that a part of him was also enjoying this. The idea of his mom, now pregnant with his own incestuous baby, growing larger each day against her will, carrying a baby she hated - that idea excited him. He could even feel his cock hardening as she stood there crying in front of him. And knowing that she was absolutely committed to having the child exhilarated him even more.
May God forgive me, he thought.
