Chapter 5

August rolled along and soon it was September. School started and football season was in full swing. Debbie loved going to Mark's games. She'd always supported him, going to the games or matches, helping with the booster club, cleaning uniforms and getting him back and forth to practice. It had been her duty and she never complained, but now she had more than just a mother's interest in what he did. Now he was her champion fighting the barbarians, her gladiator battling for her favor. She had never paid much attention to football as a game before; it had just been something her son played. Now she watched the games, studied the plays, learning the whys and wherefores of the American religion called football.

As she learned more about the game she came to understand what Mark did and why. She was stunned when she suddenly realized just how good he really was. People called him a natural, a phenom (she agreed but not for the same reasons), the greatest thing to happen to their football program since shoulder pads. He shattered records for yards received and scoring; set a state record for yards returned on kicks and made academic All-American by maintaining a 3.9 grade average (would you believe he got a B in Sex Ed?). She was as proud as any mother/lover could be. Then the college scouts started to come around.

"First rate education and a full ride scholarship, Mrs. Matthews!"

"Beautiful campus!" "World class facilities!" "The best facility in the state!"

Dinners, lunches, and invitations for campus visits. On and on it went. Mark listened to all of their pitches, took notes and studied the options.

At some point it dawned on Debbie that Mark was going to leave home. Maybe she had subconsciously avoided thinking about the future but when she thought of it at all she saw him going to the local college and living at home with her. It was becoming obvious this wasn't going to happen. The local school was decent but not in the same class as the institutions that were heavily recruiting him. Her heart was aching but she couldn't see anything she could do about it. Finally one night it came to a head.

They were sitting on the couch watching TV as they often did, Mark with his arm around her and she snuggled in close to him. Her emotions were writhing and she felt she was going to explode if nothing was said.
"Mark" she whispered tentatively into his shoulder.

"What, babe?" he absently replied.

"Where are you going to school?" She kept her face pressed into him not trusting herself to look him in the eye.

"I'm not sure yet. I have it narrowed down to three. They all pretty much offer the same thing and each would be a good choice but we need to make a visit to each before we decide."

"Then you aren't going to stay here?"

"No, of course not." His words hit her like a hammer. Wanting to be strong and stoic she tried to hold back but emotion overcame her and she started sobbing softly.

Realizing something was very wrong his attention suddenly was fully on her. He put both arms around her and held her tightly. "What's wrong? What did I say? Is it leaving here? I didn't really think you would care that much."

"Of course I care!" Anger at his words and the thoughtlessness behind them ignited a fury in her. "Of course I care! I love you! I'm not sure how I could live without you! Can't you see that? How could you not see that?" She started hitting him in the chest with her fist. "Don't I mean anything to you? Am I just a piece of ass you fuck and forget? Oh how could you!" Suddenly she couldn't even work up the strength to strike him; her gentle sobbing turned to gushing tears and she collapsed completely on his chest.

"What do you mean leave you? I'm not going anywhere, we are." His shocked expression turned to one of thoughtful contemplation. He started to smile when he fully realized what she said and what she must have thought. Taking one arm from around her he lifted her chin to look her in the eyes.

"You ninny! I would never leave you." His words floated into her mind but didn't seem to connect. "I couldn't live without you and you know it."

When it hit her what he meant, she hugged hard enough to force the breath out of him.

Turning back to the TV he grumbled, "Piece of ass. Fuck and Forget! Females!" A smirk formed on his lips. "Besides what would I do for a serving wench? I'm not about to break in a new one now that I just got this one about trained."

Debbie was sobbing again but now it was with relief and joy. Grabbing a handful of his shirt she looked up at him and whispered, "Take me to bed now! I need you now. Right now!"

Without saying a word Mark disentangled her arms from around him and stood up. He bent down and picked her up just like he had the first day they made love and carried her toward the stairs. After all a boy should do what his mother tells him to, right?

The next few months were busy ones for everybody. There were colleges to visit, school work to do, mothers to fuck. Was the work never done?

They discussed what they wanted out of a college. A full-ride scholarship, of course. A good business school since Mark was leaning towards that as a major. A mid-sized campus with plenty of off-campus housing; after all she couldn't live in a dorm and he wasn't going to live without her. And one that was far away from here!

"This will be a new start for us," Mark told her. "Someplace where nobody knows us. We can be ourselves and not mother and son." They knew they would never be able to completely bury that fact but she agreed a fresh start far away would help.

They finally choose a school and Mark signed a letter of intent. They would sell the house at the end of the school year, move to the new town and get settled in before football and classes started next year.

Everything was perfect, life was perfect. Then disaster struck.

Mark had left for school that morning leaving Debbie to sleep in a little bit. It was the last day before the holiday break. Getting out of bed she started walking towards the bathroom when a wave of nausea hit her. She barely made it to the toilet before throwing up. Damn, she thought, I don't need to get sick; I'm too busy for this crap. Lifting her head and wiping her mouth off she felt a little better. Maybe it was nothing, she said to herself. Maybe a little breakfast will settle my stomach. At the thought of food the nausea hit again and she began dry heaving in the commode.

Shit, maybe it's just the start of my period. It never hit me like this before but who knows?

With the thought of her period the blood drained out of her face. She rushed into the bedroom, opened a drawer and pulled out a little calendar where she tracked her cycles. Oh my God, I'm late, she thought. I'm never late! Then she remembered, she had been late once before. She never really paid attention to her periods before this. Cramping wasn't much of a problem for her and the two of them found they could fuck in the shower when her flow was the heaviest, or she could suck him off or he could ass-fuck her; it was a messy time but not a problem. She felt her world crashing in on her and she collapsed to the floor.

Mark came into the house and dropped his books to the floor.

"Wench, where is my dinner!" he bellowed. Silence met him.

"Hello? Where were you babe?" The car was in the driveway so she had to be here. Shouldn't be working out at this time of day and there really wasn't anywhere else to go. So where was she?

As he climbed the stairs he heard crying coming from their bedroom. He ran the rest of the way and stormed into the room. Debbie was lying on the bed curled up into a ball. Something was definitely wrong!

"What's wrong babe, what's happened?" She didn't look hurt but when he tried to touch her she pulled away from him.

"I've ruined everything, everything! Your life, my life. Oh God I'm so terrible! I should die!"

"What are you talking about? What's wrong?" he shouted. Sitting on the edge of the bed he looked around the room. On the dresser were a box and a plastic cup with a stick in it. The box read "First Response Pregnancy Test." Mark wasn't an academic all-American for nothing. He smiled and lay down on the bed putting his arms around her even as she struggled to get away.

"So that's what this is all about. Well I've heard that pregnant woman do get a little emotional but I didn't expect it to be this bad!"

"How can you joke about this?" she screamed flailing her fist back at him. "I've ruined everything! Everything is ruined! I just don't know how it happened!"

"Well" he drawled, "I may have only got a B in Sex Ed but I have a pretty good idea of how it happened."

He sobbing was interrupted be a little giggle; after all, what he said was pretty funny.

"I mean you did tell me to breed you, and what do you expect? I mean what do you think I got hanging on down there, Christmas tree ornaments?"

Debbie giggled some more and twisted around in his arms to face him. It broke his heart to see her red puffy eyes and blotchy face, she must have been crying all day.

"Oh Mark, what am I going to do? You don't want a baby and if they find out you got me pregnant they'll take her away from me and then I lose her and you and ... We tried so hard after you were born and I couldn't have another one and what will I do and where will I go and..."

Mark waited patiently for her to wind down. "First off," he said, "nobody needs to know its mine. Someone may suspect ― I doubt it ― but even if someone does, they can't prove it without testing and they can't do any testing without your approval, so they aren't a problem. Secondly, I may have only got that B in Human Sexuality but I got an A in logic and due to the empirical evidence, I deduce it wasn't your problem you couldn't conceive. Thirdly, this doesn't change our plans one bit. They have a nice hospital on campus and I'm sure they know how to deliver a baby. So where you go is with me.

"Now as to what you will do, well again it's obvious from my scholastic achievement I am no expert but I expect as to what you will do is get a nice round belly, bigger tits and in about 7 to 8 months a little person will pop out from between your legs. That should just about cover it."

"But you don't want a baby," she whispered into his chest. He didn't say anything. She looked up into his eyes and something clicked for her. "You do want this baby. You really do want our baby! Oh my God, I love you!" Wonder filled her as it dawned on her that he wanted this baby as much as she did. Crying again she buried her face in his chest again.

Mumbling to himself Mark said, "Jesus Christ, what is it with women and crying? It's a damn good thing my clothes are drip-dry." Her crying turned to laughter as she held onto him safe within his arms.

"You are definitely pregnant, Mrs. Matthews. You are only about six weeks along but everything appears normal." The doctor removed his glasses and set them down on the desk in front of him. "There is something I need to ask: I don't usually get into this discussion with my patients but, well, you are an older woman, unmarried ... Do you intend to keep the baby?"

"Oh yes" Debbie smiled at him, "I want this child more than anything."

"Good," he picked up his glasses and replaced them. "You are a little more mature than most of my patients but now days that is much less of a problem than it used to be. The exercise is good; keep it up. Your weight is optimal and your heart and blood work look very good. I would like to see you take some extra vitamins and dietary supplements. Oh here is a sample of a cream, you can get it over the counter, use it on your stomach and breasts during your term, it will help with the tightness and it also helps reduce stretch marks. Other than that everything looks very good, do you have any questions?"

Christmas break came and went. The pace of their lives slowed somewhat; one requirement of his scholarship was that he not participate in any other inter-school sports so he gave up wrestling and concentrated on school work. His days were spent at school, homework and time with Debbie.

One of his greatest pleasures was applying the skin cream to her stomach and breasts. Usually this ritual was done just before bedtime, sometimes immediately after sex. Since she wouldn't be showing for another few months there was no purpose for the excise other than both of them liked to do it.

Debbie would lie in bed on her back naked while Mark gently rubbed the cream over her stomach. Starting where her pubic hair began he rubbed in circular motions working the cream into her skin over her still taut belly. Slowly he worked his way up towards her breasts where he gently massaged each magnificent globe. Inevitably he would bend down and take a nipple in his mouth and lightly suck and chew while he manipulated the other teat. Due to the new hormones flooding her body Debbie's breasts and nipples had become super sensitive.

Legs spread, knees bent, without fail desire would begin to burn within her and she would pull him on top of her demanding he fill her now-sopping void. Since learning about the baby, Mark's lovemaking had become very gentle and tender. He would ease himself into her as if he were afraid she would break. Slowly he stroked into her sometimes riding her for half an hour before they arrived at their climax. While it was wonderful, as was everything he did to her, she missed the hard pounding of her sexually crazed stallion.