“Pregnant?”
I got their deliciously sexy giggles in stereo as mum sat down beside me and discreetly squeezed my thigh beneath the table.
“Yes darling, pregnant, it’s what us women do you know, we make love to the man in our life and he makes us pregnant!”
My head was spinning, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“You mean you’re both having a baby?”
They looked at each other and burst out laughing, but it wasn’t a piss taking laugh, it was genuine laughter full of joy, pleasure, excitement.”
“One each,” Jill said softly and her eyes smiled at me. “It’s the usual way when two women get pregnant, they have a baby each you know.”
“But…”
“Before you ask Tommy, I’ve not slept with Arnold, it’s yours, you’re going to be a daddy.”
“Twice,” added Jill laughingly.
“We weren’t going to tell you just yet darling.” mum said. “But well you know.” she looked quite sad, and I felt for her, she’d genuinely cared for Arnold and there was no doubt that he’d helped her and a lot of other women less fortunate than she and Jill had been.
“What happens now then?” I was in a daze, I didn’t have a clue about what to do or say to either of them.
“We eat our breakfast, then go and get the tomatoes in for Mr. Patel of course.”
Mum’s face was perfectly straight and serious when she said it and I nodded, then the sheer bloody absurdity of it all hit me and I roared with laughter.
“Tomatoes, lovely ripe tomatoes.” I laughed, “That’s how it all started wasn’t it? All because of a few bloody tomatoes.”
“Tommy, those few bloody tomatoes, as you put it gave me my life back, let’s go and get them in.”
That was as stern as I’d ever heard her be with me and I could only smile because she was right, they’d been a major source of enjoyment to me as well, not to mention the income they’d provided, it would have been churlish to have abandoned them just because we had money.
The next few days, we all stayed at our flat whilst mum made all the arrangements for Arnold’s funeral and we began making plans to move down to the cottage.
Mr. Patel and Joe were genuinely sad that we were leaving, we’d been good tenants and not only was there mutual respect, but we’d grown to like each other as well and even Joe who we’d not really known all that long was quite sorry that we were going too.
We spent most evenings in the garden, the girls just drinking a few cans of lager because of their condition, while I dismantled the greenhouse and generally got everything together ready for the move. We’d decided to go on Saturday, two days after the funeral and travel down in my car with the furniture van following us. It was quite an exciting time for all of us, we hadn’t even seen the cottage yet. It marked a new beginning for us and we were determined to make it work.
I thought that pregnancy might have diminished the girl’s sexual appetites, which just goes to show how little I knew about the fairer sex, they were rampant, they couldn’t get enough of me or each other.
Out came the denim mini skirts, the rubber dresses, the sex toys and of course our newly acquired video camera was well used too during those last few days.
On the morning of the funeral, Jill and I pampered mum. She hadn’t loved the man, we knew that, but both she and Jill had been very fond of him so, leaving her asleep, we crept out of bed and made her favourite breakfast of coffee and croissants. I ran down to the flower shop in the precinct and bought her a huge bouquet of mixed flowers and it brought tears to Jill’s eyes when I presented her with one too.
“They’re beautiful Tommy,” she said softly. “But it’s supposed to be your mum’s day.”
“No.” I corrected her. “It’s a day she’ll want to forget, but it’s no longer just mum and me is it? It’s Tommy, Polly and Jill from now on, remember the three musketeers?”
“All for one and one for all, yes you fool I remember.” she giggled and kissed me lovingly.
“Well, that’s us from now on, right?”
“Right boss.”
“No bosses either you silly tart.” I laughed as she gave me her impression of a salute.
Mum shed a tear as well when we woke her with her breakfast and flowers and hugged us both tightly. After we’d eaten, we bathed her and that’s when our plan to spoil her went out of the window because we somehow got ourselves in a tangle of limbs on the bathroom floor, mum’s freshly shaved pussy was just too much to ignore. As I slid into her warmth, she obviously decided that Jill’s lovely little cunt needed some attention too.
The girls managed to get into a sixty-nine so that in between lapping at mum’s sexy little bottom, Jill could suck gently at my balls, we didn’t last too long, mainly because of the time, I felt mum shuddering as she came and that sent me over the top also. As I pulled out of her my cock was quickly replaced by Jill’s eager tongue and I avidly watched as she ate my cream out of mum whilst in the throes of her own orgasm.
Eventually, we managed to drag ourselves away from each other to get dressed for the funeral, but even then the girls insisted on dressing each other. I’ve always thought it so erotic to watch a woman dressing (or undressing) another woman and even so soon after my last orgasm, I felt myself stirring as I watched Jill stepping into the panties that mum held out for her, her glistening slit only millimetres from mum’s mouth. They were still hungry for each other, so it looked like being a very good last night in our flat.
It was thankfully, a short service with just a few of his friends there to pay their last respects to him, I sat between mum and Jill, extremely conscious of a stocking clad thigh pressing against each of mine. For some reason I found it arousing that they were both clad entirely in black, even down to their black seamed stockings and little black panties. Of course, they both sensed it and made matters worse by deliberately rubbing their legs against me and afterwards as I opened the car door for them to get in, they seemed to be very careless about keeping their knees together.
Jill’s panties were sheer and completely encased her pussy without hiding anything, whilst mum’s were hardly more than a narrow scrap of lace pulled right up in between her labia.
“A gentleman doesn’t look.” Mum giggled as she sat wantonly with her legs apart and Jill’s black-gloved hand ran slowly up between them to gently caress the front of her panties.
“A gentleman wouldn’t plan on filming his mother and her lover undressing each other would he?” I asked with a leer as I reluctantly closed the door on the deliciously erotic twosome.
“In that case.” Jill kissed mum’s neck and flicked a tongue into her ear, “I think a little drink or two at a hotel on the way home is called for, don’t you lover?”
“Definitely.” mum said and moaned softly as Jill hooked a finger under her panties and flicked it lightly over her clitoris.
Manfully I managed to drive us all safely to a quiet little pub near to where I worked and whilst I went in to tell the boss I was leaving, mum and Jill went into the pub to order our drinks.
The boss was very understanding when I told him that my mother had offered to set me up in a little business on the south coast, in fact, he was genuinely pleased for me.
“I’m losing a bloody good worker Tommy,” he said, but shook my hand and said he’d arrange to send all monies due to me to the address I gave him.
“And don’t be surprised if there’s a nice little bonus in it as well lad,” he shouted as I left.
Mum still hadn’t lifted her face veil or taken off her gloves when I found them sitting at a table in the garden, but the two of them sat with legs crossed, displaying just a hint of stocking tops, it really was a very sexy sight.
“So Tommy,” mum said as I sat down. “How do you think you’ll cope with being a daddy?”
“Twice.” came from a laughing Jill.
I lit a cigarette and sat back to consider the question, in all honesty too much had been happening for me to have thought of it.
“I haven’t got a clue,” I said candidly, “But if they’re anything like their mothers, they’ll be a bloody handful,” and I winced with pain as two different shoes kicked a shin each beneath the table.
“Well, it’s certainly something we’re all going to have to think about eventually,” Jill said.”Not just the fatherhood bit, I don’t think there’ll be any problems there, but when the kids start to become aware of things, one of them might think it a little bit strange if he finds out that his father is also his brother.”
“Her father,” I said and smiled at them both as they looked at me.
“Her father?”
“Yup, you’re having a boy and mum’s having a girl.”
“Really?”
“Definitely,” I said smugly.
“Well, I hope you’re right.” Jill said dreamily.”I’d love to have a little boy.”
“Mmm and I’d really like a daughter,” mum put in,
“That’s settled then because I want one of each, problem solved isn’t it?”
“There’s also another thing we could do you know,” mum’s voice was strangely quiet as she looked at us both and Jill and I looked at each other.
“I know what you’re going to say, mum.”
“So do I.” Jill smiled at me.
“Well, why not? It would solve the problem of what to tell the kids when they start growing up.”
Turning to Jill, I asked her opinion and she went a pretty shade of pink around the cheeks.
“Polly’s right Tommy, it would be the answer wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, I suppose it would.” I agreed. “Wait here a minute.”
They were still sitting there looking a bit stunned by my hasty departure when I returned five minutes later gasping for breath.
“Tommy, what on earth are you up to?”
I took a minute to get my breath back before lifting mum’s veil and kissing her lingeringly on the mouth.
“I love you mum, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes darling,” she said softly. “I know you do and I love you too.”
“And I always will, you know that too don’t you?”
All she could do was nod her head and smile through the tears.
“And you Jill, you know I love you as well don’t you?”
She was nearly crying too as she cleared her throat and said.
“Yes, Tommy.”
“Do you love me?”
She nodded her head.
“You know I do.”
Kneeling down on the ground, I took the little box out of my pocket and opened it, the ring glinted in the bright sunlight as I reached for her hand.
“Jill, will you do me the honour of being my wife?”
“Oh Tommy, yes,” her voice was almost inaudible. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Mum was crying openly now, but with a huge big smile on her face.
“You really are something special Tommy.” she sobbed as she stood up and kissed me, then turning to Jill she kissed her on the lips and said softly.
“Welcome to the family Jill,” and I think I cried a little too.
