My Wife Is Fucking Our Son

I never thought this kind of evil could exist in the world. Friday I came home early hoping to surprise my wife with flowers and some fresh food from the farmers' market, for dinner.

After parking in our driveway I went straight to the backyard to put the sprinkler on. Normally I would do it after dinner, but I figured I'd save the extra trip outside.

I heard noise, rhythmic thumping and squeaking, and then a woman whimpering. The back window was open. I peeked. My wife was on her back in the bed, legs bent, our son fucking her, his hands on her thighs. She said, "Fuck me harder!" He cried out, "You like it rough, mom, huh?"

After a few slam-thrusts that made my wife cry out, his pace slowed and our son bent down to kiss his mom (yuck!). I heard whispering but I was able to make out, "Mom, you know I like to fuck you real hard, but I don't want to hurt our baby."

I was in shock!

Our son had turned 18 only 3 months ago. Had this started before his birthday? And my wife was now carrying our son's child? They were apparently planning to go through with the pregnancy and have a retard?

I grabbed a tennis ball and literally threw it into the window. The rhythmic noises stopped and our son came to the window. He was shocked that I'd caught them. "Stay right there young man!" I ordered.

By the time I got to our bedroom my wife had donned a silk nightie and she was in the corner sobbing. My son had gotten his boxers on, his boner tenting the fabric and huge wet spot on the front. Had he already nutted in my wife earlier in the afternoon?

I slapped my son so damn hard. I told him to get out and never come back. As he was leaving, I shouted, "Get your own fucking woman!"

In spite of the emotional pain I was going through, my mind remained very clear. I dialed our local Planned Parenthood...we had been regular and generous donors...and explained that my wife needed an abortion. They'd had a cancelation due to a miscarriage. I said of course we'd come this afternoon.

I told my wife to get the fuck up. I said, "If you want to sleep in my house tonight, and if you want any hope of staying married to me, get dressed and I'll drive you to the clinic."

She reluctantly complied. The baby was 2 months, 3 weeks old, conceived literally days after our son's 18th birthday. I guess it was a relief my wife hadn't broken the law.

Now we are starting the long process of healing. Of seeing what's left to salvage in our relationship. I told her that if she communicates with our son in any way, for any reason whatsoever, I will immediate file for divorce.

This afternoon she is out shopping and I am feeling hopeless. Help me!