Pregnant By My Late Boyfriend's Son

I've been intimate with my late boyfriend's 19 year old son since this spring. It's not something I ever planned. I felt very immoral at first, but now, neither one of us wants to turn back.


My late boyfriend, call him Jim, got a girl pregnant way back when he was a teen. She had a son, Scott, and her parents helped her raise him. As Jim became more and more prosperous over the years, he made sure his son had the best of everything, although Scott contined to live with his mother. I first met Scott when he was in middle school, and he was the very image of his handsome father. It was obvious Scott found me attractive, but his flirtations seemed cute and innocent back then.


And then last February, something horrible happened. Jim was killed instantly when a drunk driver went over the center line and hit his car. I was beyond heartborken and so was Scott. I saw him at the funeral, and he and I promised to keep in touch.


Jim left me the home we lived in and enough money to live comfortably, and all the rest of his assets and property he left in a trust for Scott when he's older. A few weeks after Jim's death, Scott remembered he still had a few things at the house, and he wanted to come over and pick them up. I said sure, it'd be great to see him. While he was here, he offered to do a few chores.


He was on a small ladder in the living room changing a light bulb when he just started sobbing uncontrollably, out of nowhere. I helped him climb down and we hugged each other for awhile. He started very lightly kissing my neck. I was suprised, but not totally shocked because I remembered the way he used to gape at me when he hit puberty. I tried to make a joke out of it and whispered, "No, honey, we can't, and besides, I'm twice your age." He said nothing. He brushed his lips across my cheek and then held my face gently in his hands. He turned my head upward to look him in the eyes (he's a foot taller than I am). He kissed me on the lips and I parted them when he timidly probed with his tongue.


Scott ran his hands up my bare lower back and undid my bikini top (it was unusually warm that day). After he thoroughly explored my mouth with his tongue, he kissed down my neck and I gasped when he took one of my nipples. He sucked hard and started crying a little again. I felt his tears on my breast and I cried too. He kissed on down to my flat midriff and then lifted my swim skirt. The panties were drenched and stuck to my pussy.


He pulled my swim skirt and panties off me. He stood and looked up and down my naked body, and then he pulled me to him and we kissed some more. I was so horny I thrust my pelvis into him and lifted one of my legs and tried to wrap it around his waist. I'm petite, so he just grabbed my waist and lifted me as I wrapped both legs around him. I could feel my pussy getting the lower part of his tee shirt wet, but I didn't care. He carried me like that into a bedroom.


He lay me down and got out of his clothes. He was rock hard, but he thrust very gently at first. I rubbed my hands down his back and grabbed his butt, pushing him to go harder and he took the hint. I felt ecstatic. I uttered some unworldly grunt every time he thrust. If he hadn't held my body down I'd have probably bucked him half way across the room.


When he came, his sperm shot hard into me over and over like one of those giant spray trigger bottles, shot after shot. I could feel a little of it running back out. I kept my palms on his butt, clenching his cheeks for I don't know how long.


Later, we talked for hours, and we were more honest and unguarded than we'd ever been. He told me how he'd always thought I was sexy, and how he liked my lighthearted personality. I told him how much I appreciated that. If he had disliked me, he could have made things difficult between his dad and me.


Since that day, he's been spending a lot of nights at my house. I've become so comfortable waking up in his arms. His kisses are a lot better than an alarm clock.


And now there's something else. I missed my period, and a doctor just told me on Thursday that I'm probably around 9 weeks along. I can't give a good reason why I didn't take any precautions. Scott's not much more than a boy, and I should have been the mature one. I stopped taking the pill when Jim died, and didn't start again when I began sleeping with Scott. I was always sure I never wanted kids, but now, I don't know, part of me really wants to have this baby. I've told Scott and he's super excited. He's begging me not to terminate. He hasn't thought about what we're supposed to tell friends and family.