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Amy, now pregnant with her son’s child, deals with regret and shame, wondering what her late husband would think if he knew of this ultimate sin she committed.
Since I wanted to write a story that explores the afterlife, I figured this would be a chance to do so.



-1-

Martin was 640 light-years from Earth. Moments ago he witnessed the star, Betelgeuse, go supernova.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the being known only as The Guide, asked him in a calm androgynous voice. The red supergiant’s chromosphere and mass ejecting outward into space as its core collapsed in on itself.

“Yes,” Martin watched. The explosion engulfed them, swallowing them, material from the star flying past them thousands of kilometers a second.

“Look,” The Guide said. Martin smiled, seeing the core, a small neutron star left behind, spinning rapidly amongst the dust and gas leftover by Betelgeuse.

“Care to get a closer look?” The Guide asked.

“Yes,” Martin answered. The two amorphous, invisible beings – one of them formerly a human named Martin, glided in space closer to the tiny core lighting up a nebula around it.

****

On Earth, Amy, almost 8 months pregnant with her son’s child, was crying at Martin’s headstone. She visited him more often now, confessing and re-confessing her ultimate sin – becoming pregnant by her and Martin’s son, Caleb.

She begged Martin to forgive her. Amy believed in Heaven, an eternal paradise, and told herself Martin was there.

“Marty,” she slowly went to her knees, wiping tears. “What am I going to do? I can’t tell Caleb,” she sobbed.

Amy thought back to that fateful night where her son impregnated her. After nearly a decade of no sex since Martin’s death, Amy longed to have another baby. She wanted to kill two birds with one stone; get laid and have her baby.

For a few months, she searched for a man good enough in bed to give her the sexual pleasure she went almost 10 years without and to impregnate her. She found that man. One last night out, one evening of sexual wildness, a horrible accident occurred.

That night she was at a college party, delirious, the room spinning in orgasmic bliss. The loud hip-hop music playing in a darkened bedroom didn’t help her senses be at their keenest. She was on all fours, butt high in the air, waiting for the next guy to fuck her until he was ready to cum, pull out and spew his load in a cup for her to drink.

It was getting late, most of the football and basketball students already went. Other students were in attendance at this huge end-of-semester frat party, including students from other schools.

“Hey, in here. Caleb!” his buddy motioned for him to follow.

“What is it?” Caleb asked his friend at the party.

“Dude, they got another chick in here! This is awesome. We’re going to love going here.”

“Yeah,” Caleb shrugged.

“Come on, man, it’s time you meet people that go here. When you get this community college crap out of the way, you’ll already have friends here.”

“Good point,” Caleb agreed.

“Look! She’s on all fours man!” his buddy pointed out, shouting over the loud hip-hop music. “She’s waiting for you.”

“Nah.”

“Go for it!” his friend patted his back, pushing him into the loud, low lit room. “Remember these guys’ rules; when you get ready to cum, pull out and go in the cup over there.”

Caleb sighed, his friend closing the door. He approached the woman on all fours. “Wow,” he thought, seeing her ass, back of her legs, some of her back. “She’s hot, but this isn’t right.”

Then the woman wiggled her hips, as if to say “come fuck me.”

“Damn,” Caleb gave in, looked around the dark room and pulled his cock out. He jacked it a few times, getting it hard and climbed on the bed behind her.

Amy’s eyes shot open, “Marty. Marty!” Amy climaxed immediately as soon as he entered her from behind. He felt like her dead husband.

He was cumming too. Amy saw stars, bright lights, her spine was numb, her pussy convulsing around his semen spurting cock. She struggled to breath, gasping for air, arching her back, every nerve in her body firing. Waves of pleasure like none she’s ever felt radiated through her.

“Marty!” she cried out in the loud room.

Too confused and afraid to turn around for fear of seeing a ghost, she waited until his cock finished spurting cum, filling up her fertile womb. It slinked out of her and she collapsed to her tummy, having never had such a powerful orgasm in her life.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing the door open, light from the hallway shinning in. Amy saw the man who just came inside her, struggling to walk away.

Her eyes lit up with horror. “Caleb,” she whispered.

A month later she was crying at Martin’s grave. She was begging for forgiveness, pleading with her late husband to forgive her from wherever he was. Amy took out the positive pregnancy test she kept in her purse since taking it, a token to confirm this was real – not a nightmare from which she would wake.

She cleaned off his headstone, gathered her composure and went home.

She cried herself to sleep regularly, avoiding her son as best she could. Amy wasn’t only crying because her son impregnated her; she was crying because those brief seconds of mating was the best sex she ever had and she wanted it again, all day, every day.

Over the duration of the pregnancy, Amy briefly considering aborting the baby, but decided not to. She would never tell Caleb. She would go on, try to get over it and push aside the burning desire to feel that feeling again, the wrong, and taboo sex she now craved.

“I’m sorry Marty,” she whispered at his headstone, pulling herself up, leaving a rose.

Caleb was clueless. In the months that followed, he only noticed his mother’s change in demeanor. She was distant, depressed, blaming it on the pregnancy, barely able to look him in the eye.

Amy would flinch when Caleb hugged her. “Sorry,” she’d say, seeing her son confused by her behavior. Caleb shrugged it off for the most part, the 19-year-old assuming hormones playing a factor.

Her belly grew and grew, surprisingly, so did the amount of work Amy got. As a fitness model, she assumed her career would stall while pregnant, but that turned out not to be the case. There was plenty of athletic gear and clothing marketing towards pregnant women. She found herself getting booked for quite a few photoshoots for various clothing lines – some of them paid more than she expected. Amy was able to focus on booking photoshoots as a way to avoid Caleb.

She cried at nights thinking of her days before she got pregnant. Caleb volunteered to help out with the baby while he still lived there. Now though, Amy didn’t want him to. She was too ashamed, too guilt-ridden, too embarrassed about what happened. She even questioned how she would love the baby, thinking adoption was an option.

After a crappy Christmas, devoid of family and joy with Amy holed up in her room while Caleb played video games, she found herself in January hornier than she’s ever been.

She wanted it again. She wanted him. Those brief seconds where Caleb unknowingly penetrated her was the best, most orgasmic experience of her life. Amy was tired of fighting the desire for it – for him.

She kept avoiding her son instead. That’s the only way she could deal with it. The fact they already had sex was devastating to her. To somehow, legitimately seduce him, knowingly make love to him, would be even worse.

Rubbing her clit, sitting naked in her bed, Amy did her best to push those demented thoughts of incest away.


-2-

A shape resembling an outline of a foot, no toes, that only Martin and The Guide could see, extended from his non-corporeal body, gently landing on the surface of the newly born neutron star.

It was spinning a dozen times a second, but Martin was unaware and felt no effects from it. He felt no effects from its immense gravity, heat, radiation. He felt like he was standing in warm water.

Reaching down, a tendril with mitten-like appendage at the end, disturbed a small handful of material – dense neutrons leftover in the star’s collapsed core. Martin watched the material, weighing as much as mountains, speed back down to the core’s surface.

“How long have I been here? How long have I been exploring everything?” Martin asked The Guide.

“Time doesn’t exist in this place. But, your species would record the time of your arrival here as 11 years ago,” The Guide answered.

Martin looked to the northern pole, seeing a stream of x-rays jetting from it out into space. “What do you mean? Can you show me?”

****

“The baby is fine, Amy. You’re not an at risk pregnancy,” the obstetrician reminded Amy. “You’re in your late 30s, but I can assure you, everything is reading ok. The ultrasound, heart rate, everything.”

“I know but,” Amy stopped herself from admitting who impregnated her.

“I understand your concern, but you don’t need to schedule appointments twice a month.”

“But - ”

“How about once a month? I’ll see you a few more times before the baby is born. Would that be ok?”

Amy thought for a second, “Sure, I guess. Once a month.”

“Great. Like I said, everything looks fine. You sure you don’t want to know the sex of the baby?”

“Yeah I’m sure,” Amy said, gathering her purse, easing off the table.

Amy had a photoshoot later that day. It was for another pregnancy line of athletic clothes. Another fitness model, named Gia, was joining her. She wasn’t pregnant, but she was modeling the other clothes the brand had. Amy wasn’t too fond of Gia. She dwarfed the five-foot-tall Amy, had long dark hair, plus she wasn’t carrying the weight of a growing baby – especially the mental weight of fear and anxiety that came with it, knowing the child is a product of accidental incest.

She avoided Gia the best she could, knowing eventually the woman would come find her, talk to her, and make a big deal about her growing tummy.

Gia did just that as the photoshoot was wrapping up. Amy was about to change into her regular clothes when Gia accosted her. She gave Amy a hug, rubbed her belly, complimented her on how cute she looked, and played with her curly blonde locks. Amy wanted to scream and slap Gia right there in the studio.

Finally, it was over, Gia made her way to change. Amy sat down, trying her best not to cry, when she was accosted again – this time by the photographer.

“Hey Amy, “ she said, handing the model a pink envelope. “There’s a Valentine’s Day dinner thing. Everyone is invited.”

“Thanks,” Amy snatched the envelope, stuffing it into her bag, and quickly made her way to change.

Upon arriving home, Amy set her bag down, remembering the envelope. She angrily glared at it. “No one to go with. No husband. Caleb wouldn’t want to. I don’t want to either.”

Amy threw it away and marched to her bathroom to draw a warm bath. Easing into the water, she pushed thoughts aside of cumming on a cock – Caleb’s – while relaxing.

When she was done with her bath, changed into her pajamas, and made her way downstairs, she smelled it. Caleb cooked dinner again. Another habit he was forming, cooking for his mother.

“So sweet,” she thought. “If he only knew,” Amy sat at the table, Caleb nodding to her. He placed a plate full of steamed vegetables and chicken before her.

Caleb sat across her, “So mom, that Valentine’s thing, you going?”

“What?”

“I saw a pink envelop in the trash. It caught my eye, so I opened it. You should go. I’ll go with you,” Caleb said, digging his fork into his own plate.

“No.”

“Why not? It’ll be nice.”

“No. Just drop it.”

“Come on. I’ll take you. I have nothing to do anyway. Please?” Caleb smiled at her, placing his hand on his mother’s. Amy flinched at his touch – so warm, soft, and gentle.

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Please?” Caleb squeezed her hand. Amy looked at it, his hand resembling his late father’s in size. “Mom?”

Amy sighed, “Fine. We’ll show up, have a quick meal and get home. I don’t feel like being out late.”

“Great!” Caleb squeezed her hand once more before finishing off his plate.


-3-

“You look great tonight, Mom. You really do,” Caleb said, helping his mother to the car on the night of their Valentine’s Day dinner.

She said nothing, pushing her long blue dress out of the way to step into his car.

“This will be a nice night. You know?” Caleb started the car.

Amy remained quiet, wanting to get the meal over with and get back into her bed.

Caleb wouldn’t let her feel guilt-free. He was very sweet to her at the dinner, ignoring the fact she barely spoke or looked at him.

On the way home, he continued to open doors for her, helping her inside. He followed her to her bed room, Amy briefly thinking her son wanted more from her.

“Goodnight,” she said, not turning around.

“Mom, wait,” Caleb gently grabbed her shoulder. “I just want to talk a bit.”

“About what?” Amy turned around, eyes to the floor.

“Are you sure you’re ok? I know it’s probably very tough to carry a baby around, but ever since you got pregnant, you don’t seem very happy. Is something wrong with the baby? You can tell me,” Caleb said.

“No. There’s nothing wrong with the baby,” Amy quickly answered.

“What about you, though? Is something bothering you?”

Amy was silent, thinking of the night she conceived her and Caleb’s child, how good it felt in the brief moment of ecstasy. She wanted it again, she wanted to feel Caleb inside her again; he felt so much like her dead husband, Martin.

“Mom?”

Tears were welling up, “I, I have to go to bed.” Amy turned around, leaving her son confused in her doorway. She cried herself to sleep again.

****

Martin floated next to The Guide, watching the Milky Way Galaxy increase its speed of rotation. The galaxy rotated several times in space, before The Guide slowed it down.

“See?” The Guide asked. “There is no time here. Each rotation of the galaxy took 200 million years.”

Martin watched the galaxy reverse course, spinning in the opposite direction, hundreds of millions of years happening in a few seconds from his point of view.

“You can do it too,” The Guide said.

“I can?”

“You can do almost anything here.”

Martin understood. He raised an appendage, where his right hand would be, causing the galaxy to speed up, rotating faster.

They observed another galaxy, Andromeda, spin closer and closer to the Milky Way. Stars and material danced together as the two galaxies collided, creating a warped, yet beautiful spiral shape.

“Four billion years,” The Guide said.

“I didn’t destroy or – ” Martin turned to face The Guide.

“No, no one was harmed. The event you witnessed was already going to happen. From our vantage point we can see everything, in the past, present, future. Look again.”

Martin returned his gaze to the Milky Way Galaxy. It was back where it was, rotating too slow to notice. Andromeda was far away, a couple million light-years, a collision had not yet occurred.


-4-

“What if I just – ” Amy was naked, rolling around in bed, masturbating a few nights later. “Take him to bed.”

She squeezed growing breasts. She glided her hands over her huge belly, down to her clit, rubbing it, thinking of Caleb behind her, pumping her full of semen. “Yessss.”

“It might be easy,” she thought.

Caleb cleaned the entire house, starting yesterday and finishing up the next night. “Maybe he wants his mother,” Amy thought, dipping her hands into her soaking wet pussy.

“No,” she stopped herself before the orgasm overcame her, thinking of the horrific sin she and Caleb committed. “Marty, I’m sorry,” Amy sat up in bed, running her hands through her hair.

She stood, picking up her panties with her foot, stepping in them. Next was her bra. After she put it on, Caleb barged into her room.

“Hey Mom, I finished cleaning the – sorry!” Caleb stood, shocked, looking at her nearly naked body.

“Get out!”

“Sorry. You look great by the way. Really, you do,” Caleb looked her over, ignoring the scowl on her face. “Sorry,” he said, backing out of her room, closing the door.

Amy sighed, shaking her head, sitting on the bed. “He thinks I look great. I wonder if he did the night he got me pregnant?”

She paced around her room, trying to calm herself down. Nothing was working.

“The night he fucked me!” Amy said, through grit teeth, tearing her bra off, tearing her panties off. She jumped on her bed, on all fours and furiously rubbed her clit, pretending she and Caleb were having sex – like they accidently did that fateful night her son unknowingly impregnated his mother.

She came within seconds.

****

Amy masturbated to thoughts of her son the next night, and the next night, and the next night. She found herself rubbing herself to climax during her morning showers or pulling over on the side of the road to rub herself while on the way to a photoshoot.

The following week, she dug out and cleaned an old dildo, riding it to a near constant orgasmic state for hours before collapsing from exhaustion.

Amy had never been this horny in her life. But there was nothing she could do about it. She could never seduce her son; she could never have sex with him again – accidental or otherwise. So she suffered in silence, avoiding him, hoping and praying these sick urges would pass.

Standing nude in front of her bathroom mirror, looking at her hourglass frame, with a large pregnant belly, Amy told herself she had to love the child as best she could. She was the one that wanted another baby before she was too old. Now she has one on the way – she told herself to think of the child as a gift and get over her sexual desire for Caleb.

The next day she was running late to a photoshoot. Her car wouldn’t start. Amy knew Gia would be in town for the shoot and started to call her before Caleb stopped her.

“I’ll take you, Mom. I’ll handle your car too. If I can’t figure out what’s wrong, I’ll have it towed. You won’t have to worry about a thing,” Caleb cheerily offered to help.

“No, it’s fine, I can get a coworker to pick me up,” Amy brushed off the man she masturbated to that morning.

“Nope, I’ll take you,” Caleb grabbed her phone, put his arm around his mother, not taking no for an answer.

“Fine,” Amy shook her head.

Caleb dropped her off after a fairly quiet car ride.

A few hours later, Amy waited outside for Caleb to pick her up. She managed to avoid Gia for most of the shoot, hoping her luck would continue. It didn't.

"Hi!" Gia approached, the taller brunette waving enthusiastically.

"Hey," Amy nodded.

"I bet you're ready!" Gia said, pointing to Amy's belly.

"Yep."

"Won't be long now. I know it's tiring, but that little baby is almost done in there!"

Amy looked around, hoping her son would arrive soon.

"Still don't know the sex yet?" Gia asked.

Amy didn't really care, she just hoped the child wasn't born with a third eye or missing internal organs. The ultrasounds revealed no abnormalities, but Amy's fear was still there. "No."

"That's so cool. To wait until the baby is born," Gia said. Amy looked to her left finally seeing Caleb approach in his car.

"My son is here so I need to – ”

"You have a son? One old enough to drive? Gosh, as great and as young as you look, I thought this baby would be your first!"

"Thanks," Amy rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag. Caleb pulled up in front of the building and quickly hopped out to assist his mother.

He nodded to Gia a quick hello as he opened the passenger side door for Amy.

"You must be her son," Gia smiled. "I'm Gia. We've been working together on this shoot."

"Oh hey. Nice to meet you. Caleb," he extended his hand to shake Gia's.

"Ready?" Amy rushed her son, assuming Gia would flirt with him.

"That's very sweet of you to help her. Most sons think they have better things to do," Gia complimented Caleb.

"It's no problem. She's knocked up, someone's gotta help!" Caleb joked, causing Gia to laugh loudly, annoying Amy more.

"Caleb," Amy peeped out the window, urging him to stop talking to Gia and come along.

"You're cute. Listen," Gia moved closer to Amy. "Tonight, a few of photographers and account managers for the client are having a little get together out on the beach. It's right near my hotel. You two should come"

"Yeah that'd be awesome!" Caleb exclaimed

"No thanks," his mother said at the same time.

"Aww, please? You can borrow a bikini the agency has. You could show off that beautiful belly of yours," Gia suggested.

"Gia, I don't think – ”

"Yeah! Great idea. Mom, you look amazing. That big beach ball belly really looks good on you," Caleb said. "You should be proud of it, show it off."

"I hope to see you two tonight," Gia added.

"We'll think about it," Amy said, motioning for Caleb to get in the car. She was blushing on the inside, hoping her cheeks didn't show it. Part of her wondering if Caleb found her sexy. Part of her hoped he did.

She watched Caleb and Gia talk on and on about directions, where the party was, about the bikini she could wear. Amy grew more annoyed, swearing that Caleb was flirting with Gia.

Amy looked out the open passenger side window, "Caleb?"

"Yeah one sec, Mom," Caleb said, not looking at his mother, patting her on the head while talking with Gia next to the car.

They wrapped up their conversation, Gia waving goodbye to Amy, Caleb getting in the car. Amy was quietly pouting.

Five minutes on the drive back home, after Caleb admitted he sucked as a mechanic and had his mother's car towed. Amy spoke up. "Caleb, why? Why did you talk to her and say we'd go?"

"Hey, it'll be fun. Relax," Caleb reached over, putting his hand on his mother's belly. It was the first time he ever did that. Amy flinched, but couldn't remove the father of her baby's hand if she wanted to.

Amy stared at it, watching her son, slowly rubbing her pregnant belly over her t-shirt.

"Caleb," She whispered.

"Besides. I walked in on you last night. You do look great. You'll be turning heads left and right," Caleb continued.

"You're just trying to make me feel better," Amy took her eyes away from his hand, looking out the window.

"Yeah? So?"

"Just stop. Stop talking."

"We're going tonight, alright? It could be a fun night. I know it's hard carrying the baby around," Caleb patted her tummy, then put both hands back on the steering wheel.

"You have no idea," Amy thought.


-5-

Amy was miserable. The car ride to the beach party was awkward, Caleb trying his best to chat with her, make her laugh. He gave her compliments about the bikini. Amy hated it, not so much because it was showing her big belly and larger cleavage, but she felt exposed, ashamed that everyone could see the consequence of incest.

She wore a long, blue skirt around her waist. It came with the bikini Gia provided. Caleb was wearing a simple t-shirt and swim trunks. He helped his mother out of the car and led her to a table on the beach.

Gia showed up, hugging Caleb, causing Amy to look away and roll her eyes.

The other coworkers and photographers showed up. Talking to Amy, asking her about the baby, bombarding her with question after question, making her want to scream.

Looking around she saw her son and Gia standing near the pool talking. Amy looked at Gia's long legs, skimpy bikini and glared at her. She watched Caleb laugh and talk with the tall brunette. Amy grew more and more annoyed as the night went on.

There was a limbo competition which Amy felt she couldn't physically do. There was an open bar which Amy couldn't drink due to the pregnancy. There was a hot tub by the pool which Amy couldn’t get in because it'd be too hot for the baby. She sat there, watching her son and Gia, silently growing angrier.
Several more photographers and coworkers came and went but Caleb spent most of his time with Gia. Amy knew why she was angry. Normally she wouldn't care that her son was talking to a pretty woman, but now things were different. Amy fought her inner desires to experience sex with Caleb again - a non-accidental, purely consensual, mind-blowing experience.

"No," she said aloud, answering a question someone asked and addressing her inner struggle to take her son to bed at the same time.

"Really? Wow," the photographer said.

"Huh?"

"You don't want any drugs during labor?"

"Oh, sorry, yes the more the better," Amy offered a fake laugh.

Amy focused on Gia slapping playfully at Caleb's arm. "Slut," Amy thought, immediately chastising herself. Gia had done nothing but flirt with him; she wasn't trying to take Caleb to bed. Amy shook her head; it was something she wanted to do.

The evening finally wrapped up after an awkward buffet dinner with Gia and Caleb sitting next to Amy.

On the way home, Caleb once again attempted to get his mother to talk to him and enjoy herself. Amy ignored his questions and conversations only seeing red at him for flirting with Gia and at herself for being angry about it.

When they arrived home, Amy got out of the car herself, waddling to the front door.

"Mom, wait. I can help," Caleb caught up to her. Amy pushed him away.

"Mom?"

Amy said nothing, fumbling with her keys at the front door. She dropped them and Caleb immediately picked them up for her, "Here you go."

She opened the door and marched to her room. "Mom? You ok?" her son asked.

"Fine," Amy closed her bedroom, once again leaving a confused son behind.

****

She avoided her son again the next day. Amy didn't notice that he cooked her dinner too. Caleb knocked on her bedroom door, Amy sighed, opening it, not making eye contact.

"Dinner is ready," Caleb smiled. "Want me to bring it to you so you can relax in bed?"

Amy fought tears and nodded.

Caleb adjusted her pillows, her comforter, and brought a tray to her with her hot lasagna meal.

He sat, watching her take a few bites, a tiny morsel landing on her belly. "Here, I'll get it," Caleb scooped it up with a napkin. "I probably didn't need to bring the tray. You could sit your plate here," he joked, patting her stomach.

There was a silent pause; Amy gave Caleb a look as if to say, "you can leave now."

"Mom, are you – ”

"I'm fine," Amy snapped at him.

"Ok," Caleb stood, leaving her be. "If you need anything, just let me know."

Amy had to stop eating for a bit. She needed her son in more than one way. If he knew they already had sex and he was the woman he impregnated, he'd never want to see or speak to her again.

Amy poked at her food some before taking a few bites.

She cried herself to sleep, hoping that if Martin was looking down on her, he wouldn't be disappointed.

****

Caleb was really getting on her nerves the following day. He was everywhere she was, offering to help, talking at and to her about baby plans. Amy was sick of hearing about it.

"No name yet, Mom?"

"No," Amy was putting on her shoes to go for a walk.

"Can I come with you?"

"No."

Wait, maybe I could help you – ”

"No!"

Amy needed time alone, to deal with and get through this nightmare she brought upon her family. Caleb watched her leave, frustrated and concerned.

The next day, Caleb brought his mother lunch, leftovers from the previous night. She was at the modeling agency in meetings with project managers for a new clothing line client.

Amy scowled when she saw Caleb talking with Gia outside the building. "When will she go home? Does she live here now?" Amy thought.

"Oh hey," Caleb said, handing her bag. "Thought I'd bring you this."

"Thanks," Amy nodded, taking the bag. Gia tried to initiate conversation, but Amy waddled away as quickly as possible. Anger rose when she looked over her shoulder, seeing Caleb and Gia hug.

At home that evening, Amy headed to her room as usual. "Mom, wait," Caleb called out to her, following her.

"What?" She snapped at him.

"Hey, relax, I just want to talk," Caleb said.

"I want to be left alone," Amy said. Caleb hugged her, holding her against him. She didn't want him to stop, but she had to force the embrace to end for fear it her initiating something inappropriate.

"Let me go," She pushed him away. That was the last straw for Caleb.

"What's your problem? Huh?" He raised his voice. "Ever since you got knocked up you've been this way to me. You don't want to hang out anymore, we don't talk anymore, you – ”

"Caleb, please, stop," Amy pleaded, the tears welling up.

"I mean, I get it, the hormones and all, but come on! Can't you be a little nicer to me? I'm trying to help you out here. I told you I would help with the baby!" Caleb continued.

Amy dashed to her room, attempting to close the door on Caleb. "Let me in!" he pushed the door back, causing Amy to stumble and plop down on her bed.

"What's your deal? Huh?" Caleb calmed a bit, seeing his mother crying, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Caleb sat next to her, his arm around her. "Are you sure the baby is ok? You can tell me. Is something wrong with it?"

Amy shook her head through the tears.

"Tell me. That nice man you met; the one that got your pregnant. Was he not nice after all?"

She shook her head crying harder, that nice man she met wasn't the one that got her pregnant.

"Then what? Please tell me, I'm worried about you," Caleb spoke softly, kissing his mother's temple, holding her close. "Whatever it is, we can get through it. I'll help."

Amy said nothing for several moments, gathering her composure, only to lose it when she told her son the truth.

"It's yours," Amy said, resuming her sobbing.

"Huh? What's mine?" Caleb asked.

Amy placed her hand on her tummy.

"What do you mean mine? The baby? I didn't, I mean, we didn't - I'm not a donor either," Caleb said.

"We did," Amy wiped her face.

"We did what? Mom, what are you talking about?"

"You and I, we did it. That stupid college party you went to!" Amy pounded her fist to her thigh.

Caleb's face when white, his heart pounding, "Wait, wait, no, what are you talking about."

"I was there! I was there on that bed, in that room! And you were there!"

Caleb stood up, eyes darting around, "It can't be, I didn't see you, I didn't, I – ”

His mother stood next, glaring at her son. "I was on all fours, you came into that room and you fucked me!" she pounded her fist on Caleb's chest. "You fucked me! You got me pregnant!"

He didn't know what to say. Caleb stood in shock from the news and hearing her use foul language, watching his mother sit on the bed, crying. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He remembered now. The woman on the bed, his dumb friend urging him to have sex with her, her head and face obscured. He went through with it against his better judgment. Caleb recalled how good she felt, how perfect the woman felt. He remembered cumming almost instantly inside her, having never ejaculated so hard and powerfully before.

Caleb took a step back, his mother still crying, and left her bedroom. He quietly closed her door and went to his room.


-6-

They managed not to see each other for a week. They kept to their rooms, Amy crying mostly in hers; Caleb numb, still in shock in his.

He cursed himself for giving into peer pressure; he cursed her for being there like that. Both of them were at fault.

Amy prayed to Martin daily, begging him to forgive her for what she had done; hoping that wherever he was, he wouldn't look down on her with disgust for making a horrible mistake. She told Martin she would never knowingly commit incest. She wrestled each night with her thoughts, guilt and shame mixing with lust and desire for Caleb. She wanted it again, but knew they never could.

She wondered if her son would ever speak to her again. Amy figured Caleb would move out, get an apartment with a friend, and that would be the last she ever saw of her son. She thought he might show up in a decade or two to say hello and make amends, but that would be it - no mother and son closeness, no adulthood friendship, nothing.

Amy was staring off into space, lying on her side, her eyes dried out from crying so much when she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Yes?" she whispered.

There was another knock. Amy cleared her throat, sitting up in bed. "Yes?" she said louder.

Caleb entered the room, eyes to the carpet, "Hey."

"Hey," Amy said.

Caleb took a few steps closer to her, before blurting out, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, I'm the one who – ”

"No, I'm sorrier, I never should've done – ”

"I never should've been there. You were fine, it was a college party – ”

"Yeah, but it was wrong of me to take advantage – ”

"You didn't. I was so stupid to be there like that, like a slut – ”

"No, I mean, sort of?"

Mother and son paused, making eye contact, smiling sheepishly.

The older, Amy, spoke first. "Sit," she patted the bed. Caleb obeyed his mother, running his fingers through his hair, eyes down once more.

"I uh, I shouldn't have been at that party. It was for younger people, college students. I shouldn't have been in that room. When your dad died, I went nearly ten years without, well, sex. I wanted another baby and figured I could have sex - perhaps a large amount of it - and get a baby in the process. Then I'd be done, back to being a single mom, this time with a little baby. It was scratching an itch that had been building, while having a baby too."

"Yeah, two birds, one stone," Caleb spoke up.

"Yes, exactly," Amy smiled, the thought of losing Caleb as a son, a friend, diminishing. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I was there, having one final wild night, before the nice man I met would do his thing. You know? I was off birth control, but I stupidly thought I had a few more days until I could pregnant. I was wrong. Then you showed up."

"Mom," Caleb grimaced.

"No, we need and should talk about this. I've been too scared to."

Amy rubbed his shoulder, continuing on. "For a second I thought you were your dad. You felt like him. It was so quick though," Amy paused. "So amazing. It was different from your dad. It was incredible. But wrong, very wrong. I hope you can forgive me."

"Mom, I hope you can forgive me. I didn't know it was you on that bed. The room was dark and my friend kept pushing me to do it. What I could see was, well, an insanely hot looking woman on all fours - her butt in my direction. I couldn't see her face or hair. But wow," Caleb gave a fake laugh, hoping to ease the tension before continuing.

"I went for it. I knew it was wrong, but I figured I'd be going to this college soon, I'd make friends, maybe at parties, so why not?" Caleb placed his hand on his mother's, facing her now on the bed. "It was great. Better than great. It was so quick though, like you said. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but I figured this woman on the bed wouldn't know it was me. Guess I was wrong."

"I turned around and saw you stumble out of the room," Amy said.

"Yeah. Anyway, I was finished almost instantly. I haven't had much experience in the bedroom, but wow, I could barely stand afterwards. The room was spinning," Caleb explained.

"I saw stars," Amy added.

Mother and son smiled, glancing at one another for a while before Caleb spoke up. "I've been wondering what dad would think if he saw us do that. I don't know what happens when we die, I mean, I know what religion says and all. But I don't feel the dead look on us at all when they die. I feel like they are so far away in such a better place that they don't look on us or watch over us. If they did, what they see could make them sad. Why would they want to feel sad when they are in Heaven?"

Amy hugged her son, kissing his cheek. "You might be right."

****

“Do you know everything? Are you omniscience?” Martin asked The Guide. They were traveling between galaxies, watching them speed by as they traveled faster than light.

“Yes.”

“Are you the – ”

“No,” The Guide interrupted Martin, already knowing what he was going to ask. “I’m not The Creator. I can’t create matter or alter reality. I can only view it; travel through it, interactive with it, explore it, just like you. Think of it as a data system.”

“Where did you come from? Before here?”

“I’ve always been here in this dimension. The Creator created me to help those that arrive here.”

“Does everyone come here?”

The two beings slowed down, gliding into a faraway galaxy, arriving at a star being consumed by a black hole.

“No. Not every sentient being transcends to this place. Some are far too damaged.”

“Where do they go?”

“Nowhere. When their corporeal bodies give out, nothing happens. Their consciousness doesn’t transcend to this higher dimension, like you and many others.”

“How many others?”

They left the galaxy, flying once again through intergalactic space, faster and faster, until galaxies became smaller and smaller. Groups of them became super clusters, super clusters became filaments. Martin saw billions of points of light before him resembling interconnected cities on the night side of a planet. They were sparkling, some exploding, colliding – it seemed alive.

“There are countless sentient beings that live there, in this universe,” The Guide nodding to the massive galactic filaments. “Most of them come here and meet me. You’re one of several trillion I am concurrently guiding through this experience.”


-7-

After several hours of talking, Amy asking if Caleb was scared to be a father; him reminding her he was going to help out anyway, mom and son fell asleep holding each other.

They decided to pretend the child was strictly Caleb's brother; not a brother-son hybrid.

They next day they woke up. Caleb cooked his mother breakfast. Amy helped put the dishes away. He approached her from behind, his arms sliding around her, resting his hands on her tummy. He kissed the top of her head. Amy ignored any feelings of awkwardness and simply enjoyed being held by him. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"I could get used to this. We haven't exactly been spending quality time together," Amy said.

"Yeah, ever since I knocked you up," Caleb chuckled.

Amy turned around, hugging him tightly. "Yes, you did."

They stood, holding one another for a few moments. The much shorter Amy's belly against Caleb's crotch. She internally sighed relief.

Caleb ended the embrace, kissing her head again. "Love you, Mom."

"I love you too," Amy grinned, watching Caleb continue with chores she didn't ask him to do.

A few nights later, Amy watched her son clean the kitchen while digesting another meal he cooked for her. Afterward, he sat on the couch, extended his arm and held his pregnant mother.

"You, I didn't actually, you know, that night," Caleb stammered.

"Huh?"

"You said I uh, did something to you that night. But I didn't," Caleb said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm not going to use such unladylike curse words like you to describe what you thought we did," Caleb joked.

"Oh!" Amy laughed, turning to her son. "Yes, I was a little distressed the night I confessed you're the father of my baby. Sorry for using adult language."

"Yes, well. I didn't actually do that. You know," Caleb playfully avoided saying the F word.

Amy leaned in, whispering in her son's ear, "You mean fuck me?"

"Yes. I didn't do that," Caleb said.

"But you did though."

"No, not really. Doing that takes time, not just penetration. Thrusting. Right? Working up a sweat, you know?"

Amy chuckled, snuggling against her son. "Yes, I know what you mean silly."

He kissed her head again, "It was very good though, for the few seconds it lasted."

Amy smiled, bringing Caleb in for a quick peck on the lips. "Yes it was."

****

Amy was so happy that she and Caleb could work through this. She was actually looking forward to raising a baby now. She knew Caleb would help out and be a great big brother. Caleb was happy too. He was a little nervous, but since they decided to go the brother, not the father route, it eased his nerves a bit.

The next night, Caleb was on the floor, his legs outstretched. His mother was sitting against him enjoying a wonderful shoulder and neck massage.

"Hard to believe that was you that fateful night," Caleb spoke, nearing the end of the massage.

Amy moaned, "Mmm, yes I know. So great."

"Huh?"

"I mean, uh, the massage you're giving me?" She corrected herself. "But it was great that night with you as well. We sure are talking about it a lot."

"I know!"

"I guess that's a good thing," Amy leaned her head back on Caleb's shoulder. He kissed her temple, his hands on her belly now.

"The week after you told me I'm the father, I was a total mess. I couldn't believe it. I was scared; I thought you and I could never be the same again. I thought there could be something wrong with the baby," Caleb confessed. "I finally got the nerve to talk to you. Glad I did too."

"You had more courage than I, son. I, too, thought our relationship would be ruined. Mmm, that feels nice," Amy closed her eyes.

Caleb kept rubbing her belly, lifting her t-shirt for skin-on-skin contact. "I was shocked because well, the act itself was so enjoyable."

Amy smiled, "Keep talking. This feels great."

"I've only had a couple, you know, partners before. But I thought about that night daily for weeks. Those brief seconds. All this time it was my own silly mother."

"Mmm, silly," Amy moaned. "Harder."

Caleb obliged, pressing down on her pregnant belly slightly harder, not too hard out of fear for hurting the baby. His mother picked up on that. "Don't be afraid, Caleb. Grab that thing and massage it."

"Alright," Caleb did as he was told, gripping her large pregnant belly, gently pulling, tugging at it. He kissed her temple again, paused, then kissed it once more. Amy stifled a giggle, not bothering to chastise herself for wondering if Caleb was as aroused as she was.

"Heh. I guess, hypothetically, if you and I did that again, it’d be just as quick. Right?” Caleb asked.

“Maybe, but maybe not,” Amy answered, pulling her t-shirt off, leaning back against him in her bra.

Caleb’s eyes, immediately went to her cleavage. He kissed her temple, cheek, and jawline – sending tingles down her body.

Amy was aroused, wet, and wanted him badly. Caleb was hard as a rock.

Her eye’s snapped open, “I um, I need go the bathroom.” She grabbed her t-shirt, quickly putting it on.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Caleb said, helping her up, hoping she couldn’t see his shorts tented outward. “I’m kinda tired.”

They parted ways, each heading to their own room.

Each stayed awake for hours, thinking of the other. Amy entertained the idea of seducing him, crossing that line, this time not accidently.

Caleb thought about that amazing night. The best pussy he's ever felt, the most powerful ejaculation he's ever had - all with his mother.

Both Amy and Caleb threw off their covers and left their respective bedrooms.

They met each other in the darkened hallway. Amy's belly pressing against her son’s crotch, her hand on his chest. Caleb looked to his mother, one hand resting on her stomach, the other resting on her hand.

They said nothing, only nodding in silent agreement. Holding hands, they entered Amy's bedroom.

They undressed each other, maintaining eye contact, helping one another get naked.

Caleb went to his knees, kissing all over his mother's pregnant belly. He stood, his erection now resting on it. Amy was already panting heavily, "Caleb, I want this. Make love to me. It'll be no accident this time."

Caleb didn't reply with words. He grabbed his mother's face, kissing her passionately, each one moaning. Amy's hand found his cock, jacking it as they kissed. He was the same size as his late father.

The kiss ended, Amy bending over, kissing and licking all over Caleb's cock. He held her in place by her hair, his fingers entwined with her curls.

Amy stood, kissing him again. Caleb squatted, picked his mother up, and laid her on the bed. He mounted her, looking down on her face, one hand on her belly, the other guiding his cock in.

Mother and son nearly climaxed as Caleb entered her. They somehow held it together, moaning simultaneously.

Caleb was all the way in, propping himself up with hands, peering down into his mother's face. She was still breathing heavily.

"It won't last long. It'll be quick again. This is the most incredible feeling I've ever had," Caleb admitted.

"I know," Amy placed her hands on Caleb's lower back, moving them down to his ass, squeezing his cheeks. "Better than your father. Perfect," Amy said in between breaths.

Caleb moved his hips, gliding out of her, slowly sliding back in. "Mom," he whispered.

"Don't stop," she whispered back.

Caleb could barely contain it, but he kept going slowly sliding in and out of her. "So good."

Amy moaned, "Yes. Your baby is in me. I can't wait to have your baby."

"Mom!" Caleb grunted, her sweet whispers sending him over the edge.

He bucked his hips a few more times. Her heavenly pussy milking him dry; begging him to fill her with seed once more.

"I love you!" Amy cried out, pulling her son down for a kiss. Her pregnant stomach pushing up against him.

The kiss ended, mom and son moaning with pleasure into each other’s face; cumming at the same time.

The orgasms subsided; Caleb and Amy kissed tenderly, while the baby inside her kicked against its father's torso.

****

Martin peered at the known universe, “Where did I come from? Can I go look? Maybe I lived back in that small galaxy.”

“Martin, I don’t advise you do that. It would be best to stay here, explore, and transcend to even higher dimensions. From here, all other souls, as you call them, can see and experience wondrous things. You could become one with The Creator.”

“But I want to see where I came from, what I was. A human. Please? Certainly there are wonderful things to see among them.”

“Martin, you may not like what you see. You may feel sadness or anger toward those who have yet to use up their corporeal bodies. It can be a difficult struggle - before a sentient being's consciousness transcends.”

Martin moved closer toward the filaments, randomly picking a column of galaxies. “Martin,” The Guide’s calming voice called to him. “Please don’t.”


-8-

Martin searched and searched; teleporting to planet after planet. All he saw was pain, struggle, and sadness amongst those called the living.

He witnessed an advanced civilization on a distant planet, orbiting a tiny red dwarf star, experience heartbreak when their massive ship, containing an entire generation of sleeping galactic explorers, malfunctioned and exploded. Their dark blue, humanoid shaped bodies lit up with bio-luminescent stripes. Red, violet, white colors, expressing sadness. They pooled all their planet’s resources into exploring their galaxy. Now they never would.

Martin teleported instantly to another world; a hot, rocky planet orbiting a binary star system. He was in a temple. Small, thin beings, with crested, elongated heads, beak-like mouths, were bowing down, worshiping a statue. Their worship service was interrupted by another of their kind. It was angry at them, its talon-like fingers throwing a small object into the center of the room. The object exploded in a bright, white, fiery display – killing everyone in the temple.

He teleported again, hoping to prove The Guide wrong. He knew there had to be wonderful things to see. Light-years away, Martin found himself on another planet. Lush, strange trees towering to the sky. A gigantic triangular shaped object floated in the air, high above. Something ran through Martin, not noticing him at all. It turned around, several yellow eyes widened, its mouth pincers clicked, signaling another one of its kind to follow him. Martin turned to the triangle in the sky, watching it change shape to a cube. It released a green energy blast, wiping out the area, and every living thing in it.

“No,” Martin said, teleporting again. He found himself on another primitive world. Blood was flowing through Martin’s invisible, feet-like appendages. He heard a whimpering sound, someone was crying. Martin watched a young man, in the corner of the grocery store, bring the shotgun he used to kill several coworkers to his chin. The young man pulled the trigger, his head exploding into several pieces.

“No!” Martin was in darkness, pitch black. A faint orange glow came into view. It was a small flame, a candle. He touched the flame, not feeling heat, causing it to flicker as though a slight breeze entered the room. He smiled, temporarily forgetting he was invisible, undetectable to this dimension. He heard another whimper. This one was different. It wasn’t the sound of regret, it wasn’t the sound of sadness, or anger, but one of pleasure.

Martin watched two people make love. They were lying back in a recliner in their living room. The woman had long, curly locks of blonde hair. The man was younger, on top of her, his hands on her large pregnant belly. They were staring into each other’s faces, while the man slowly pumped his hips back and forth, in and out of the woman.

“Do you know who they are?” The Guide asked.

Martin moved closer, staring into the woman’s face, her eyes closed from pleasure. The man was kissing along her neck now, both of them moaning.

“I love you,” Amy told Caleb.

“I love you too, mom,” he replied, kissing her tenderly. He resumed his slow methodical thrusts into his pregnant mother.

Martin stood over them, watching them.

Amy’s eyes shot open, she was cumming again. Martin peered directly into her brilliant blue eyes – the large black pupil surrounded by blue. Martin watched her climax.

“Do you?” The Guide asked, knowing the answer, but hoping Martin was different from the other countless souls he assisted upon their transcendence.

Martin was no different. “No, I don’t know them. I don’t remember anyone before I came here.”

The Guide was correct. “Let’s leave them be. Come, let’s keep exploring.”

****

Caleb emptied himself into her once more. He picked his mother up, her legs wrapped around him, the baby inside her kicking wildly. He felt the kicks against his body. Caleb sat on the bed, his mother straddling him, kissing him passionately.

“Can you keep going?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” Caleb grinned. "You're going to have my baby soon!"

“Good. I want this forever. You and me,” his mother replied. "I want the baby out of course, but you know what I mean," she kissed his lips.

Caleb broke the kiss, “I know. This feels, it feels fine. You know? Natural.”

“Maybe we’re meant to be,” Amy kissed him again, his hands roaming all over her belly.

“Good,” Caleb gently pulled her hair, causing her to arch her neck. He kissed and licked all over her neck, causing her to cum again.

When Amy came down off that orgasm, she kissed him hard again, “Are you scared of becoming a father? Are you ok with being a daddy?”

“Mom, I already told you I’d help out with the baby. I’d help raise it,” Caleb kissed back.

“I’ll help you. We’ll be in this together.”

“Forever,” Caleb held his mother. Amy kissed him, loving the feeling of her baby moving inside her, while her oldest baby held her.

“I have the perfect name for the baby – if it’s a boy that is,” Caleb added.

Amy smiled, kissing Caleb once more.

Hours passed. Caleb kissed every inch of Amy’s body. He pinned her against the wall, taking her from behind; later she rode him on top. They went for hours; the night never seemed to end.

She came over and over again. Caleb filled her pussy just as much. They never wanted to stop.

They orgasmed at the same time, kissed and held each other until Caleb was ready to go again, and they kept going.

Sometime near dawn, sweat was dripping off Amy’s chin onto the bed. She was on fours while Caleb fucked her from behind. He grabbed a handful of wet hair, pulling her back, taking her hard.

“Yes!” Amy cried out.

The sounds of her flesh slapping against his echoed throughout the bedroom. Caleb was behind her just like the night he impregnated her. Except this time, he knew for sure who he was fucking.

“I’m,” Amy tried to say before another orgasm coursed through. “I’m.”

“Hmm?” Caleb asked, sweating dripping onto his mother’s back.

“Yours!” Amy cried out, cumming again, another of many orgasms.

She felt her belly shake that time. Something was happening. Her pussy spasmed around Caleb’s cock.

“Mom?” Caleb pulled out and flipped her over. He guided himself in again. “You’re really wet.”

Caleb kept fucking her. “Yes,” she moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Water broke. Baby coming.”

“So am I,” Caleb said, his mouth covering hers, his exhausted cock pumping a final load of cum into her.

Amy moaned into his mouth, her legs still locking Caleb in place. “Stay here, let’s rest.”

They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Several hours later, Amy was woken by contractions.


- 9 -

Martin saw a circular object in the distance, in the blackness, in a void with nothing near it. Turning around, looking behind him, he once again saw the filaments of galactic super clusters strung together, getting smaller and smaller as he traveled toward the lone object.

He kept going, the omnipresent guide next to him.

As Martin approached, he could see the object wobble with light, like a star, but something was different. Streams of bright, white matter were heading toward Martin, emanating from the object. Getting closer, Martin could see the object clearly now. It was perfectly circular, as large as the Milky Way, and countless amounts of matter were pouring out of it.

Martin moved to the side, observing a stream, thousands of light-years long, projecting out into the universe from the object. As he approached he saw the giant object was flat. It wasn't spherical at all.

Martin turned to The Guide, perplexed about what he was seeing.

The Guide answered the question he knew Martin would ask. "Every universe has them. Think of them as a point of origin, inserting matter into each universe, the opposite of a black hole."

"There's more than one universe?" Martin asked quickly.

"Countless."

"I could leave this universe through this object, can't I?"

"You could. But you don't need a gateway to explore other universes. You can go anywhere," The Guide reminded him.

Martin nodded, now directly in front of the bright white hole. He moved closer, wanting to see what it'd be like to enter it. The bright light, brighter than any star, had no effect on him; he kept going, moving toward it.

Dust, gas, plasma, all burning white, streaming pass Martin as he got closer. Eventually the white-hot circle was all he saw, he smiled and entered it.

In this very moment on Earth, someone else was traveling toward a bright light. His name would be Martin too, given to him by his father, Caleb.

With Caleb by his mother's side, holding her hand, kissing her temple, mother and son watched the birth of their son, Martin, seconds later. The nurses cleaned the baby, giving him to the crying parents. Baby Martin stopped crying; looking to his brother and father's eyes, then back to his mother's. They were just like her's; brilliant blue.

****

Martin had done it. In an instant he traveled through and was flying away from it through another medium, in between universes.

He turned around, looking at where he came from and saw the object from the other side. It looked so familiar, but he couldn't place it.

On the other side the circle was black. Brilliant blue streams of matter slowly poured into it from all directions of its circumference, giving it the appearance of something Martin saw from before. Watching the structure from the other side, he recalled where he saw the shape and colors.

Amy was holding her baby. His eyes slowly opened; they were brilliant blue, black circular pupils, helping him focus at his mother's face. Caleb joined her, looking into his child's eyes.

Amy looked to her eldest son, sitting up for a tender kiss on the lips. The new parents, unknown by anyone in the hospital to be mother and son, looked upon their child, smiling warmly.

HIs namesake, his grandfather, Martin, was traveling between universes. He could see inside them. He saw twinkling of galaxies far away, near the center; he saw the wobble of light from filaments moving about. He was going so fast and so far from them, universes eventually appeared as bubbles floating in space. He could see their transparent borders reflecting a faint light source.

"The light source", he thought. He wanted to find it.

"Keep going, you'll see them," The Guide said. "You have to get out far enough."

Martin knew what he meant and kept rising out of the bubbles of universes.

He traveled for several moments from his perspective, eons to those living in the third dimension. Eventually he was surrounded by nothing. Martin turned around, seeing a liquid-like blob move about, floating in the blackness; rotating, churning, twinkling, flowing like water at night.

"That's everything. Everything that exists is there," The Guide said.

Then Martin saw the light source.

A stream of light swirled around the universes, forming a funnel-like cloud toward something far above them.

"They are leaving to meet The Creator," The Guide said.

"They?"

"Yes. All sentient beings whose consciousness have transcended here. They are leaving their universe and meeting The Creator."

Martin watched and waited. He wouldn't have to wait long.

Dark streams of energy and matter exited the glob of universes next, coming from the voids between them, the space within them. Swirling around just like the streams of light, it traveled upward, far faster than the cloud of souls.

"It binds and holds it all together," Martin observed, watching the dark substance take shape in the distance, understanding what he was seeing.

"Yes. It makes up a majority of the matter and mass in every universe, but can't be detected until you transcend here," The Guide said.

"We lived inside it, a part of it," Martin said of The Creator, now forming another familiar shape in the distance, the cloud of souls swirling around it.

Light-years