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He climbed out of bed and headed into the hall. He took a quick look around before heading down toward his parents' bedroom. He could see a light under the door. Good, she's still up.

Andrew quietly opened the door and peaked into his mother's room. She was sitting on her bed reading a book in the light of a small desk lamp on her bedside table. Andrew admired the view of his mother in her bed. She was beautiful even in her modest nightgown. His mother looked up at him as he walked into the room and closed the door. "Yes, Andrew?" she inquired as she set down her book.

Andrew stood there for a moment. Here he was, standing in his parents' room - a sacred place that for the last fourteen years, he had not entered without express permission. He felt butterflies in his stomach and he once again felt like the young teen he was. All of the confidence he had built over the last few weeks simply slipped away. "Um, can I sit and talk with you for a bit?" he asked somewhat timidly.

"Sure, honey, I always have time for you and your sisters," Jan replied, patting the spot next to her on the bed. Andrew approached his father's side of the bed, with a little trepidation. He looked over at his mother as he climbed up next to her and rested his back against the headboard. His stomach was turning in knots, and his mind was racing. "So what did you need to talk about?" she asked, a little concern on her voice.

Andrew took a deep breath, got his nerves under control and then leaned in and kissed her, his hand coming to her cheek as their lips meet. She stiffened at first, but then leaned into the kiss and returned it with equal tenderness. He broke the kiss, looked her in the eyes and smiled. He then reached over and pulled the blanket off her.

"Andrew... What are you...?" she started to ask, before Andrew cut her off with another kiss, this one with more passion and force. He brought his hand up and caressed her breast, positioning himself above her body and pressed her to the bed. Her lips opened as soon as his tongue touched them admitting his him into her mouth, where their tongues met and caressed each other. After a few seconds of passion, she stiffened and pulled back. Her hands pressed on his shoulders and pushed him back. "Andrew, we shouldn't be doing this..."

Andrew kissed her again and pulled her tight to him. His mother resisted at first, with her lips closed tightly. After a few seconds, she let out a moan and her body relaxed. She returned his kiss and pulled him tighter to her. Her lips opened once again, her tongue entering his mouth.

They kissed for a few seconds before he released her lips and smiled at her, staring into her eyes. He reached up and untied the front of her night gown. Little by little he revealed more and more of her chest, pulling her night gown open, exposing her right breast. He took it in his mouth and sucked on her breast and licked her hardening nipple. "Andrew, please...." His mother pleaded as she again pushed on Andrews shoulders.

Andrew pushed down both his fear and guilt, ignored his mothers' pleas, and continued to suck and lick on her breast. His mother leaned her head back against the headboard, her back arched as she moaned. She continued to apply pressure to his shoulders, but it was obvious her resolve was weakening.

He released her breast from his mouth, sat up, grabbed the hem of her night gown and pulled it over her head. She was naked under her gown. Andrew admired her beauty before bringing his lips to her neck. He kissed and nibbled on her neck as she rocked her hips up to him and moaned into her fingers. She once again brought her hands to his shoulders. He could feel her resistance, her attempt to get him to stop, but her efforts were growing weaker as he kissed his way down her chest. He stopped and buried his tongue in her belly button. She moaned even more, her hips rotating on the bed. "Andrew, please, this is my bed, your fathers' bed, he'll be home tomorrow. Please not now, not tonight."

Andrew lifted his head up and looked her in the eyes. "I must mother," he breathed. "I must do this tonight. You are fertile, and the child you will carry must be mine. I'm sorry, I love you, but for everyone's own good I must do this."

"No, no, you mustn't," she moaned, her eyes widening. "Andrew, please..."

• Andrew has no choice he must continue.

• Andrew can't do it he can't rape his own mom.