Desperate Mother

I was given up at birth; my mother was 15, and her parents made her give me up. That was the story my adoptive parents had told me. They were in their late forties when they adopted me. On turning 21, I had only my adoptive mother left, and she was very ill. My adoptive father had died of cancer, and my adoptive mother also had cancer. Financially very well off, I decided to find my birth mother; I hired a lawyer to find her. I was fortunate that laws on adoption had changed, and he found her in the same city I was born. But I was unable to go and meet her, as my adoptive mother had gotten much worse. She passed away a month later, and now, at 22, after everything was finalized, I went to see my birth mother. My mother was attractive and had never married; she worked low-paid jobs to get by. Both her parents were dead; I decided to get to know her first before telling her who I was. She was struggling, working three jobs. I leased an apartment on a monthly lease; it was cheaper than back in my home city, as everything was struggling locally. My mother soon lost one of her jobs; nothing else was available locally. I wasn't ready to let her know I was her son yet, but I was on friendly terms with her at least. Then she lost another job; I offered her a job as my part-time housekeeper. She accepted because she was desperate; then her last job was to finish. I also told her I was leaving to return home once I'd finalized business locally. It was then that she offered herself to me to secure her future. She already knew I owned a bigger apartment in my home city and had no housekeeper there. As she had seen me checking her out regularly and I never dated, she assumed I wanted sex. Actually, she was partly correct. I wasn't much good with girls; I had paid to lose my virginity at 20. In a moment of weakness, I agreed, and I was very greedy, having regular sex with my mother till she lost her last job. She was still desperate; I'd got a file from the lawyer about their search for my birth mother. I'd finally asked for it so I would be able to tell her and show the file. She came home after losing her last job, and I realized I couldn't just say I'm your son I needed a way of making it look like I'd just found out. I told her I'd finished my business and I needed to talk to her. She thought I was about to fire her, becoming very upset. I told her I wasn't firing her and waited till she calmed down. I had her sit, and I told her I was in town searching for my birth mother. I said I'd found her, and there was a problem. She asked what type of problem; I said I've been sleeping with her. It took a couple of moments, but she then realized I was her son. After she thought it over a bit more, she said that's no real problem; we didn't know at the time. Than added there is another problem those, I looked at her. She then told me she was pregnant to me; it was my turn to be shocked. I did the only thing I could think of: I kissed her. We slept together that night, why not? She was already pregnant, and we didn't use condoms for the first time. Two reasons; one was I'd run out of the old condoms I'd been using, and two, she was already pregnant. Now we've returned to my hometown, as I call it, and my mother gave me a daughter on Monday of last week. She is very healthy.