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Click here"Think we should tell him?" Amy asked Caleb nearly a year after their son was born. They were sitting on the grass, holding hands, Baby Martin crawling around in their backyard.
"Heh, maybe one day," Caleb answered. "It'd be weird to learn his dad is also his brother. Maybe he'd figure it out as he gets older."
"Well, you can handle it. You married an older woman, I might be long gone by then," Amy joked.
"Mom, you're not that much older than me. Geez," Caleb tickled her side.
Amy hugged her son, now husband, kissing him on the lips. An hour earlier, they exchanged rings in a simple ceremony in the backyard on a sunny spring day. Baby Martin crawled around their feet, wanting a hug after Amy and Caleb kissed, committing their lives to one another as husband and wife.
"Caleb, I know you said you didn't believe people look down on the living after they die. But I feel like if your father saw this, saw us, I don't think he'd be angry."
Caleb chuckled, "Nah. I'd be taking care of my mother, my wife. He may even think it'd be beautiful to see this love."
Amy closed her eyes, enjoying the nice breeze of a sunny day. Her youngest son crawled over to his parents. She picked him up, holding him against her, while her oldest son held them both.
The end.
I had a hard time with this one. I disliked Chapter 2. Although this is fiction, in real life, the son would honor his word as far as helping raise the child. As for the mother, he would tolerate her, He would recognize that she exists but he would never touch or hug her again.
Beautiful.
I absolutely loved it.
More emotionally connected stories please?
They are very needed here.y5FSwr
I absolutely loved the this. Although this could have been a story on its own without the whole looking for a father/sperm donor. I absolutely loved the guilt and inner turmoil because they were family. And finally, it boiled over. This has to be my favorite mother/son love story I have read in a long while.
I have to say that showing things from the dead father's perspective was an interesting choice. It added an also dream like quality to the narrative, without adding the confusion that dreams tend to be associated with. Given the sheer cosmic scale the father's spirit was dealing with, it made the love story seem less important. I'm not sure if that was an intended effect, but it definitely contrasts with your other story's where the mother/son sexual relationship is held up with such importantance. I found it to be an interesting approach and encourage you to keep experimenting like this in the future.
I'm so glad that young Caleb and his mom have settled down together in love and lust and with their little bundle of joy. Nothing says love for your mother like fucking a baby up the same cunt you came out of. A boy's potent young balls and his mother's fertile mature womb--made for each other!